Colored Ink
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miss something? check the archives about me name: n/aaliases: kit, kits, kit kat, the smart girl, foxay, an chin age: 19 location: oakland, ca 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(at)gmail.com wishlist playstation 2car a good night's sleep money stress-free life trigun long colt keychain cowboy bebop dvd box set ipod world peace realistic wishlist dayworld by philip jos?farmerkabuki by david mack lucifer by mike carey infernal affairs ii long-term obsessions anime/mangayaoi/shounenai writing music animals life and living current obsession(s) infernal affairsfullmetal alchemist currently reading rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead by tom stoppardcurrently watching hana yori dango (20)utena (23) gto tv (39) witch hunter robin (18) naruto (58) get backers (27) rose of versailles (19) matantei loki ragnarok (15) scrapped princess (14) peacemaker kurogane (15) fullmetal alchemist (28) sailormoon live action (25) |
Sunday, September 12, 2004 [link] 10:50 p.m. listening to: travelling mix Every time my friends have relationship drama, I thank my lucky stars that I'm not interested in a relationship like, at all. Well, I mean, besides a sort of academic curiosity, as in, "What the hell is all the fuss about, anyway?" But then, sometimes I wake up in the morning, brush my teeth, and wonder if there's something wrong with myself. Why don't I want a relationship? Why is it that I'm content being single? Why? Then my friends have relationship drama and all is right with the world again. In other, entirely unrelated news, I went to the 2nd Annual Japantown Anime Faire today. It was kind of cool. Very small. I think I could count the number of vendors in the Dealer's Room on my fingers. Bought a few anime posters, the Cowboy Bebop movie OST, a present for Lynne, etc. Did not spend too much money. Met Randy Milholland of Something Positive fame. He's pretty awesome. Very funny guy. My life has stopped falling apart. It's slowly coming together (I've finally been accepted into the class I wanted at UC Berkeley). There are bits of it that are still unraveling at the edges, but that's something that's been going on for a while, and it's stuff I need to deal with by myself. But today's just one of those days, you know, where I keep thinking about things that were never really resolved. I need to resolve them. But I don't think I'm brave enough. Wednesday, September 8, 2004 [link] 05:34 p.m. listening to: nothing I'm trying to enroll in Chinese for Mandarin Speakers at UC Berkeley. Getting into a language class at Berkeley is notoriously difficult, even when you're a student there. Well, depending on which language you're trying to take. Latin? You're cool. German? Yeah. Any East Asian language? I'm sorry, but you are so, so screwed. Especially if you're trying to get into a beginners class. But I'm not a Cal student. I'm trying to cross-register. What this means is that I'm not on the waitlist. I'm what happens when they get through the waitlist. When the waitlist is twenty people deep for each section, this does not bode well. They opened up another section, but there's still too many people. Just think happy thoughts, the registrar tells me. Think happy thoughts. I'll email you this weekend. That was last week. Today is the last day to return textbooks. Today is the last day at Mills, my school, to add a class. What this means is that I might have to pay a $200 late registration fee to add the Berkeley class, but I doubt it. This is totally out of my control, I'll just talk to the registrar and it'll be cool. What that also means, though, is that if I don't get into this Chinese class, I have very few options. I can try to add another Mills class (and pay the late registration fee), but most, if not all of the classes have this policy that if you miss more than four days of class, you're fucked. Mills started instruction on August 25th; I've already missed too many classes. I'm sure if I explained the situation to the professor s/he would probably let me off the hook, but I'd still have massive catch-up to do. And if I don't get into Chinese and can't add a class at Mills due to whatever's up someone's ass, I lose my financial aid because I'm no longer a full-time student. So I was kind of stressed this morning. I was counting on knowing today whether or not I was in Chinese so I'd be able to do something about it (ie: frantically add some sort of psychotic class so that I can continue paying for college), and when the nice lady told me she still didn't know, I panicked a little. After class, I went to her office and found that she wouldn't be in until 1 PM. I wandered around Berkeley, didn't eat lunch, and returned at 1:30 to break down crying in her office. She took pity on me, listened to my situation, and told me that if I can't get into Chinese 1AX, there's a spot open in an East Asian literature class that fits into my schedule. It sounds like an awesome class, I can start attending it tomorrow until I find out whether or not I'm in Chinese. It's all good. And for something entirely different, there's some sort of hideous heat wave going on right now. I live on the second floor of a dorm on a gigantic hill; that gives you an idea how how cool it is in my room. Wednesday, September 1, 2004 [link] 10:15 p.m. listening to: nothing Shittastic day today. Woke up at 6:15 AM to catch the 7:30 Mills van to Berkeley in hopes of attending the 9:00 section of the Chinese class I'm desperately trying to get into (as opposed to the 10 AM section that I attended on Monday). This did not happen, as the Mills van never showed up. Public Safety apparently didn't see fit to inform anyone that both vans were out of commission and therefore the service was not operating. I ran to catch the bus, well aware that I'd totally not make it for the 9 AM section, and then realized I didn't have any bus fare. Fortunately, a random Mills staff member gave me a dollar. So, I went to class, harassed the department head, found out that I'm basically not going to know anything about whether or not I'm in the class until this weekend, ate lunch, came home. Someone installed a wireless hub in my neighbor's room, I now have Internet in my room, yay! But for some reason the signal drops anywhere from five minutes to half an hour in, and then I can see that I have signal, but I can't do anything. Can't surf, can't check email, can't sign onto AIM. Dead. So far, the only way to rectify this is by restarting the computer, disabling the wireless connection, and then enabling it again. So I'm still going to be spending a lot of time in the comp labs until I can a) scream at computing services some more and/or b) get a new wireless card, as I suspect I simply have an inferior card. You get what you pay for, etc. I'm going to wrap this up now in case my signal dies again. Wednesday, August 25, 2004 [link] 08:12 p.m. listening to: nothing First day of class today. For some reason, today's class is the one I'm planning to drop (in the event that I get into the class[es] I want at UC Berkeley), but I bought both books for it anyway. Oh well, they cost like $1.50. Shipping cost more than the books did. It looks very, very unlikely that I'll be able to get into the Chinese class I want at Cal. They all say things like Limit: 22 Waitlist: 19 Seats: 1. Holy crap. Maybe I'll just take some puny linguistics class instead, except the one(s) that I want are once a week for one hour. Wha??? Can't figure out how many units said puny class is. Need to know. Cannot lose financial aid. I still don't have Internet in my room. This cannot go on. Wednesday, August 18, 2004 [link] 07:30 p.m. listening to: nothing Home again, home again, jiggity jig. For values of "home" set to "place that holds my crap." I return to Oakland tomorrow. A brief blog, then, about the trip. Which was fabulous, by the way. I miss Dagger already. Boston: Fantastique. I [HEART] Boston and would not mind living there. Real estate does that seem entirely insane, but I am from California, so perhaps my idea of insane is a little bit skewed. Providence: We didn't get to see that much. Spent most of the time looking for the Greyhound station. After getting our tickets, we poked around a little bit in a used bookstore. New York: SCARY-ASS SUBWAY. Holy crap, the subway there is loud! We didn't, uh, see a lot of what we should have seen (the Empire State Building or Ground Zero, for example) because we spent pretty much the entire day in a museum. And wandering around Central Park. WE ARE GEEKS. Philadelphia: So apparently the country went on Orange Alert while we had no reliable access to the news? Nonetheless, Philadelphia is full of ANGRY, HOSTILE PEOPLE. And also, GUARDS. Who are ANGRY AND HOSTILE. And also, the person we were supposed to stay with landed in the hospital with a kidney stone (ouch) and we had to stay in a hostel that charged us for sheets. SHEETS. Washington D.C.: Completely made up for Philadelphia. We stayed in Takoma Park, which is this fantastically hippie town. I'm serious. There was a clothing shop down the street that sold nothing but HIPPIE CLOTHES. All the restaurants had vegetarian food. It was glorious. We stayed an extra day in D.C. because of the hurricane and saw lots of museums. I love the public transit there. It is similar to BART and super-easy to use. I would not mind living there, either. Preferably in Takoma Park. Must look into real estate. Virginia: Good, relaxing time with Raine. We made stir-fry and watched J-dorama. Very restful after the frenetic week of racing around the big cities. Raleigh: We stayed in the motel the entire time. Don't ask me how it was. And now that I am home (so to speak), I find myself edgy and restless. I think wanderlust has been lodged in me permanently. I want to get out and walk around, only there's nothing to see and LA has to be the most not-walker-friendly city ever. Maybe I'll go to Ralph's and buy myself some smokes. Saturday, August 7, 2004 [link] 11:56 p.m. listening to: "Englishman in New York" - Sting For those of you who don't read my livejournal, I depart for the East Coast tomorrow, after which I return to college. All my belongings are in boxes, except my computer, and that will go in a box in a few hours. I'll have some Internet access, but not on a very regular basis, so if you need anything from me, please wait until after the 23rd when I'm definitely set up at college. Happy Birthdays to the Leos whose birthdays I'll be missing while I'm offline, and good luck to those of you embarking on new journeys or adventures! Friday, August 6, 2004 [link] 09:56 p.m. listening to: nothing Occasionally, my cousin Siean can be eerily insightful. **in the car, pulling into the driveway** Me: Ah, home sweet home! Siean: But where is your home? Me: . . . I have no idea. Siean: That's a good question, huh? Me: Yeah. **thoughtful pause** Siean: You're a lost bird. Thursday, August 5, 2004 [link] 01:36 a.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist Many of you are beginning to pack or will soon begin packing for your new, exciting lives at college. And so, in an effort to procrastinate on my own packing, I offer you a quick, handy guide to Packing For College.
Wednesday, August 4, 2004 [link] 03:52 p.m. listening to: "Common People" - Ben Folds feat. William Shatner Things I need to do before I leave on my trip: - finish burning and mail Mina's anime - find a suitable box to mail Adam's gift - mail Adam's gift - pack my crap - do laundry - pack clothes - pay off whatever's left on my credit card - get last paycheck - deposit last paycheck **sighs** |
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