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about me name: n/aaliases: kit, kits, kit kat, the smart girl, foxay, an chin age: 17 location: socal, usa hobbies: anime, manga, reading, writing, doodling, video games, french horn likes: all of the above, being lazy, mushrooms, cheese, animals, laughing loudly in public dislikes: nuts, stinging/biting insects, religious fanatics, violence, olives contact: coloredink@mailcity add .com wishlist playstation 2car summer job a good night's sleep money stress-free life trigun dvd box set realistic wishlist dayworld by philip josé farmerkabuki by david mack moxy fruvous live noise hellsing dvd box set long-term obsessions anime/mangayaoi/shounenai clamp music animals life and living video games current obsession(s) schoolcollege currently reading nothing newcurrently playing ffxdevil may cry currently watching hana yori dango (20)utena (23) gto tv (27) mirage of blaze (6) witch hunter robin (18) weiß kreuz gluhen (6) naruto (21) wolf's rain (7) i my me strawberry eggs (9) get backers (12) rose of versailles (4) |
Friday, April 18, 2003 [link] 08:58 p.m. listening to: nothing Some comics of the moment, most of them ganked from Kelly of Arcana fame. I'm so shameless. Clipped Wings: Interesting premise, plenty of bishounen, engaging characters, and very good art with splashes of color in just the right places. It looks like the build-up's just finished, so hopefully we'll get into the nitty-gritty of the story soon. Updates Mondays and Fridays. Directions of Destiny: This is Seriously Good Comic. Great art, and it puts a new spin on the "elite academy for magic-users/swordspeople." The characters are very unique and interesting. If you like KareKano you'll definitely recognize some of the elements in there. Plus the protagonist has the ability to look like an emo kid; what more could you want? Updates. . . I have no idea, actually. Siean showed up on my doorstep today with .hackINFECTION. I sense addiction in the near future. The first twenty minutes or so were amusing, as Siean kept getting EverQuest flashbacks. The dungeons are extremely long and get extremely repetitive, too. Gah. His verdict on .hackINFECTION so far: "EverQuest is harder." Thursday, April 17, 2003 [link] 12:27 p.m. listening to: "Jockey Full of Bourbon" - Moxy Fruvous And now, because I feel like killing time, I give you: Kit's Tips for Applying to College! This is not meant to be construed as professional advice in any way, shape, or form; it's all just from my own personal experience. So, in no particular order: Do not apply to lots of colleges. Trust me on this. Don't apply to more than, say, nine or ten. It'll just cause undue stress, and you don't need to apply to more than ten ayway. All things being equal, do not apply to too few colleges. People who apply to only one college are dumb. You should apply to a minimum of four colleges: "shoot for the moon," "could go either way," "pretty safe bet," and "safety net." Do apply to private schools. Yes, they're more expensive, but their admissions tend to be less picky about some things, and their financial aid awards are bigger. Only visit colleges you've been accepted to. Yes, this means you'll be visiting colleges in April when crunch time for APs begins, but IMHO it's better than wasting money/time visiting a college in October that ends up rejecting your application in March. Saves you bitterness. That said, be sure to visit the colleges you're considering attending. The worst thing you could probably do for yourself is accept their offer blindly. It always looks nice in the brochure. But when you get there, you may find that it's in the middle of the slum with drive-bys occurring every afternoon, the dorms are ugly as sin, and the people are nasty and mean. So, be sure to visit. Spend a night. Talk to the people there. Find out what it's like. Talk to alumni. Talk to people who transferred/dropped out. Find out why they transferred/dropped out. Find someone who can tell you every single mean, nasty, and sordid thing about the school. Test your resolve. Know thyself. If you have poor study habits, do not attend an Ivy League. You will go insane or kill yourself. If you know you're poor at math, do not major in Physics, no matter what your parents tell you. You will go insane or kill yourself. If you're a very social person, do not go to a tiny liberal arts college in the middle of nowhere. You will die of boredom. If you're a very shy, withdrawn person, do not go to a huge college in the middle of a bustling city. You will become lost in the shuffle, drop out of sight, and never be seen again. Do not worry about money. I know that sounds like a ludicrous thing to say, but please, don't stress about the money. If you have good grades, and if you're really that poor, the college will actively try to meet your financial need. Do not worry about money until you get your financial aid packages. If they haven't met your need and don't seem very determined to meet your need, then you may worry. But worry about being accepted first. Get as far away from home as possible. Yes, your parents will not want you to leave. Yes, it's more expensive living away from home. But it's also the best possible thing you can do for yourself. People who stay in the same place all their lives never change, and stagnating is just about the worst thing that can happen to a person. It's best to get out and experience new things and see things from a different point of view. It helps you grow as a person. Lastly, if you are not a California citizen, do not apply to a public school in CA. Tuition is skyrocketing because we're undergoing massive education budget cuts. Not only does this mean higher costs of tuition but lower financial aid grants. Yes, I'm pissed, too. Blame our governor. He should die and go to hell. Further edits will occur as more things occur to me. Wednesday, April 16, 2003 [link] 01:49 p.m. listening to: "Yearling" - Jump Little Children I'm home! My LJ has more details about my trip. Thursday, April 10, 2003 [link] 07:05 p.m. listening to: nothing I'm in Salem right now. Let me tell you, Oregon is freaking gorgeous. The weather is drizzly and miserable, but I love it. The campus has this river going through it and I saw a heron or something in it. I never thought I'd see a real heron. Wednesday, April 9, 2003 [link] 10:12 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist Some messages to people before I leave. Jasmine: Your CDs are going into the mail tomorrow. Gen: We are, uh, obviously not going to be able to meet this weekend. However, next week I'll be on Spring Break, so we'll definitely be able to meet then. Rachel: Just because all these colleges are willing to give me money doesn't mean I'm smart; it just means I'm poor and get good test scores. I originally had a whole rant here, but I decided not to post it on my blog. Maybe I'll email you instead. I think that's it. More messages will be posted as they come to me. Wednesday, April 9, 2003 [link] 04:41 p.m. listening to: "Big Yellow Taxi" - Amy Grant Jess apologized to me. I'm apparently not quarantined anymore, so life is good. I'm going to try and meet up with Jess at Berkeley on Saturday; hopefully I'll be able to meet Cathrine, too. Wandering around strange and unfamiliar places is more fun with friends. I have a lot of things to do today. pack bags And, if I have time: research hyenas Tuesday, April 8, 2003 [link] 07:20 p.m. listenng to: "Cathedrals" - Jump Little Children I promised myself once that I wouldn't post random song lyrics on my blog, because, uh, I find that annoying when other people do it. But I'm going to make an exception this time. Just this once. Because this song is so good. So, just this once. (Suuuuuuure, I hear the rest of you saying. Well, shut up.) in the shadows of tall buildings of fallen angels on the ceilings oily feathers in bronze and concrete faded colors pieces left incomplete the line moves slowly past the electric fence across the borders between continents in the shadows of tall buildings the architecture is slowly peeling marble statues and glass dividers someone is watching all the outsiders the line moves slowly through the numbered gate past the mosaic of the head of state in the shadows of tall buildings of open arches endlessly kneeling sonic landscapes echoing vistas someone is listening from a safe distance the line moves slowly into a fading light a final moment in the dead of night in the cathedrals of new york and rome there is a feeling that you should just go home and spend a lifetime finding out just where that is --Jump Little Children, "Cathedrals" (I cut out some of the choruses to cut down on space and redundancy and whatnot.) Tuesday, April 8, 2003 [link] 10:45 a.m. listening to: the sounds of the media center I am so fucking angry right now. I already told this story once, way back in the mists of time when this blog was in its infancy, but I think it bears repeating. It'll explain part of my anger right now, anyway. In eighth grade, my Health teacher was an elderly lady called Mrs. Poore. She had a tendency to speak in a very deadpan, blunt sort of manner and had the most piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through you (kind of like my Government teacher right now). When we began the sex ed unit, she even went so far as to tell us all the slang names for sexual acts and genitalia. I was a rather sheltered child then, so that was the first time I'd ever heard terms like "woody" or "boner," or even "blowjob." One day, after we had all taken our seats, Mrs. Poore gave us all little pieces of scratch paper and told us to write the names of ten people who were close to us, such as family members or friends. As soon as we were all done, she told us to cross three of them off. "It doesn't matter who," she said. "And don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Before most of us had even finished choosing, she told us to cross off another three names, and then another three, so that there was only one left." "This is what happens when you have AIDS," she said, "or any terminal disease. People abandon you. People you thought were your friends, or who you thought loved you. You may be left with one person in the world. Sometimes not even that." That was the beginning of the unit on sexually transmitted diseases. (In case anyone cares to know, my father was the last person on my list.) When I told my dad that story above, he nodded and said, "In other words, when you're in deep shit, nobody's around to help you." At the time, I thought he was being cynical, as he usually is. So today, before English class, I let drop to one of my friends that a woman who might have SARS was on our doorstep yesterday to talk to my dad about her tax returns. The point that I was trying to make was that a) my father's very busy and b) people worry about their taxes when they very clearly had other things to worry about, such as their health. The result was that a third of the class proceeded to treat me as if I had the plague. They would not come near me despite my explanations that said woman was at our house for only a few minutes, never came inside, and stayed four feet away from my father and me the entire time. People are shit. I don't want to come to school tomorrow. Monday, April 7, 2003 [link] 03:01 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist I am leaving this Thursday, the tenth, and hopefully will be returning the fifteenth. There has been one small change in plans: I'm going alone. My father doesn't have the time to go with me, as he's a tax preparer and now is the crunch time for tax season. Augh. The terror! [Edit: I've now had sufficient time to get all nervous and excited about traveling on my own. Augh.] Sunday, April 6, 2003 [link] 01:30 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist I think that I am going to homeschool my children, if at all possible. I would like to take this moment to say that I do not watch TV. And when I say that I don't watch TV, I mean I don't watch TV. I don't mean that I only watch TV on weekends, or that I only watch one or two shows. I mean that I don't watch TV, period. I don't even know what shows are playing nowadays. I also don't know what movies are playing in the theater. I know about shows like "Fear Factor" and "American Idol" solely because kids at school talk about them. And also, you do not understand how badly I want out of high school. I'm on the verge of throwing a temper tantrum and banging my head silly against a building. Which brings me to the original reason I wanted to blog! I'd completely forgotten, which is why I started babbling about television and high school. I'm going to be taking a road trip in the near future, probably after tax season ends, to visit Mills and Willamette. Just so you know. |
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