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about me

name: n/a
aliases: kit, kits, kit kat, the smart girl, foxay, an chin
age: 18
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@mailcity add .com

wishlist

playstation 2
car
a good night's sleep
money
stress-free life
trigun dvd box set
cowboy bebop dvd box set

realistic wishlist

dayworld by philip josé farmer
kabuki by david mack

long-term obsessions

anime/manga
yaoi/shounenai
writing
music
animals
life and living

current obsession(s)

trigun

currently reading

the gunslinger by stephen king
the last unicorn by peter beagle

currently watching

hana yori dango (20)
utena (23)
gto tv (39)
witch hunter robin (18)
naruto (42)
get backers (27)
rose of versailles (17)
matantei loki ragnarok (15)
scrapped princess (11)
samurai deeper kyo (5)
Sunday, September 28, 2003 [link]
07:53 p.m.
listening to: "I Am Stretched On Your Grave" - Dead Can Dance


Brightly-lit cityscapes have always made me a little bit numb. Looking down from an elevation of eight hundred feet at night has always instilled a sense of awe in me. We did this? How many hundreds of thousands of millions are down there, right now, moving about their little lives? I imagine the novelty wears off after a few months or years or whatever of living at that elevation, but for a small child--or a young adult, or a not-so-young-adult--the fascination doesn't really wear off.

Looking at the view from Prospect Hill--or Founders Hill--from here, though, inspires a somewhat smaller awe (because, after all, the lights of Oakland are really nothing compared to the lights of Los Angeles) and also a sort of sadness. Somewhere along the line, city lights started making me a little sick. When did we start looking down for stars instead of looking up? When did they fade to the point that we could no longer see them? When did we stop missing them?





Saturday, September 27, 2003 [link]
10:44 p.m.
listening to: "Malaguena" - Mariachi Vargas


Saw "Underworld" and "Once Upon a Time in Mexico" today. Reviews may or may not be forthcoming, depending on how lazy/busy I am. I will say, however, that "Once Upon a Time in Mexico" left me with an intense craving for mariachi music. Which is precisely why I'm listening to "Malaguena" right now.





Friday, September 26, 2003 [link]
09:02 p.m.
listening to: "Mess" - Ben Folds Five


Why no, I'm not dead! I've just. . . been busy. Doing nothing.

Had my first test this morning.

[insert muffled moans of anguish here]

Yeah. That, uh, did not go too well. But when I went to Berkeley with Lynne! And I picked up, like, all of the Sherlock Holmes stories. And yet another copy of The Last Unicorn. And a used copy of Princess Mononoke.

So life is not so bad after all. Tomorrow we'll be seeing Once Upon a Time in Mexico and Underworld.





Tuesday, September 23, 2003 [link]
08:00 p.m.
listening to: big honkin' playlist


We had a fire drill! I was in Kim's room, talking about nothing in particular (and avoiding my reading) when the fire alarm went off. And boy does this dorm (and maybe the others) have the scariest fire alarms ever. They're not the shrill beeping of my high school fire alarms, but they really wail, almost like air raid sirens. To our credit, there was no screaming or panic, despite the fact that I don't think any of us knew it was a drill at the time. I barely remembered to lock my door, but I completely forgot about shoes--or, for that matter, putting on any proper clothing. I stood out on the lawn in nothing but an A-shirt, boxers, and my hat.

And now, I must go do my sorely-neglected Visual Communication reading. My Visual Communications professor, however, looks very much like this guy here, Hawaiian shirt and all. Thankfully, he has nothing of the attitude.





Tuesday, September 23, 2003 [link]
02:13 p.m.
listening to: "Sing, Sing, Sing" - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy


I have a hat! It's white and says "Mills" on it and it cost entirely too much money (almost twenty dollars), but still, it's a hat and I'm happy. The weather's been far too bright and sunny lately for me to be hatless. And later, when the weather is cold and rainy, my hat shall shield me from the elements!

You have no idea how happy this makes me. I've been hatless for so very long. Hats are the source of my power.

(But yes, I will still be getting the i am a dork hat. Because it's so very me. I just have to get my credit card, dammit.)





Monday, September 22, 2003 [link]
01:48 p.m.
listening to: "Side of the Road" - Beck


Some brief announcements.

My website has finally been updated with one measly story.

Also, for those of you who read this blog, but not my livejournal, I put up yet another Trigun fanfic.

And now, off to class I go.





Sunday, September 21, 2003 [link]
08:28 p.m.
listening to: "Demon" - Guster


So! Someone vandalized our campaign posters.

. . . before I talk about that, though, I ought to explain why there are campaign posters in the first place. Tomorrow is when people vote for RCO and Freshman Council. Kim (my next-door neighbor) and I are both running for RCO Hall Representatives. Today we went around putting up campaign fliers. Kim made them; they're silly and harmless, involving kittens and ice cream and, in one case, Uncle Sam begging people for dates. She was very proud of them. We put two up in the elevator, and someone slashed them, probably with a key.

I'm angry, of course. They're my campaign posters, even if Kim made them. And honestly, how juvenile. You expect that sort of thing in middle school and high school, but in college? Aren't you supposed to be over that already? Not to mention that Kim and I are, as far as I know, the only people running for RCO Hall Representative, and there's three Hall Representative positions. If it were extremely competitive, maybe it would make more sense. But it's not. In fact, if it were extremely competitive, I wouldn't even run; the only reason I'm running is because a) Kim asked me to and b) there was no competition, so I was assured of an easy win.

It makes no sense. Kim, I think, is angrier about it than I am (I'm partly amused because, well, it's so stupid), and rightfully so, as she made and printed all those fliers. But she's planning to print more and put them up, which is the right kind of attitude. People can be so stupid.





Sunday, September 21, 2003 [link]
03:21 p.m.
listening to: nothing


This article about Johnny Cash almost made me cry.





Sunday, September 21, 2003 [link]
09:38 a.m.
listening to:


You haven't seen any sign of me for the past two days because I've been out with my dad! We went to Pier 39 and Fisherman's Wharf and Jack London Square and Telegraph Ave. I have a new watch (which I've desperately needed), a new belt (which I did-not-so-desperately need, but wanted because I think I've been losing weight and my pants no longer fit), and a Bruce Cockburn CD (The Charity of Night). And most of all, I got to hang out with my dad, and he says he'll accompany me to Malaysia this winter.

And now that I'm home (so to speak--oh, the gratuitous parentheses!), I get to work on my paper for my Bible as Literature class and study for my Visual Communication exam. I'm sure that there's more I need to do--oh, right, my homework for Beginning Fiction. Fah. Why can't the weekends be longer?

Did everyone survive the hurricane all right?

[Edit: Oh, Orson Scott Card, how I love thee.]





Thursday, September 18, 2003 [link]
10:26 p.m.
listening to: big honkin' playlist


My hair is blue again! ^___^ And I get to see my dad tomorrow! Some of my friends aren't that enthusiastic about seeing their parents, which is too bad. I can understand, sorta, how they feel; after eighteen years of constantly being around certain people, you just want to get away. But since my dad's philosophy on Raising Children has always been to, well, simply Leave Them Alone, I can't say I feel liberated. As a matter of fact, the stuff I'm doing here is pretty much the same stuff I was doing at home.

My head hurts. I'm very sleepy. I'll probably go to bed now. Convocation is tomorrow. I'm not sure what it is, but as far as I can tell, it's the college equivalent of a Spirit Rally. A lot of the kids aren't going, to which I say BOOOOO. :P Although really, given the choice, I wouldn't go. However, as I'm attending a breakfast in the morning (what with being a Trustee Scholar and all), I think I pretty much have to go to Convocation. Not sure about the luncheon tomorrow; I was supposed to RSVP, but I completely forgot, and I'm still not sure if I want to go. . . but if I don't go, then I just get to spend more time with my dad! No loss.

I'm rambling again. Don't you miss when I used to talk about interesting things? . . . okay, I never talked about interesting things, but still. I should think up something witty and/or controversial to say. Maybe I'll talk about the Old Testament in my next entry. My summaries of certain stories/events are somewhat amusing, although you probably need the hand gestures to get the full effect.





Wednesday, September 17, 2003 [link]
08:01 p.m.
listening to: big honkin' playlist


I'm approximately 100 pages behind in my Bible reading. So, naturally, I'm not reading at all. I'm finding new and interesting ways to procrastinate, such as clipping my nails and blogging. Now, of course, I think I should really get back to reading. I won't have much time to read before class tomorrow because I'll be taking a tour, as I'm also catching up on my job training.

Yaaargh.

This weekend is Parent Weekend, when the parents come to visit and stuff. My dad's coming up. I'll probably spend most of the weekend sightseeing and generally hanging out with him, as my dad is Extremely Cool. I haven't really missed him, as we were always very distant even at home, but I do want to hang out with him.

I'm redyeing my hair tomorrow. It hasn't quite faded yet, but I really want my hair blue for Convocation on Friday because blue is the class color. It's too bad, though, because my hair's a kinda weird/nifty green-gold right now, and it matches my sarong, which is jade-green with gold dragons on it. Hee.





Monday, September 15, 2003 [link]
09:07 p.m.
listening to: nothing


Just finished watching Waking Life. Now there's a messed-up movie. Ow, my brain.





Sunday, September 14, 2003 [link]
05:10 p.m.
listening to: big honkin' playlist


A quick rundown of my weekend!

Friday: Went to Chinatown. The weather was incredibly hot and disgusting, but I bought tea and a cup for my tea and Chinese-style jerky and White Rabbit candy and soy milk. It was good. And I got to eat really good chow fun.

Saturday: Lost count of how many jello shots I imbibed. The thing about jello shots is that it takes longer to digest because, well, it's in jello form. So I felt okay at first, and then I stopped partaking of the jello, and then I was slightly messed up. Those of you who were chatting with me, be glad I touch-type and can see the mistakes as they come up on the screen, because I kept missing the keys.

Today: Read Nothing But the Truth by Avi. Bothered Lynne. Lynne also helped me put together the bedside stand that I got at IKEA because she has a Swiss Army knife and is a great deal stronger than me. Soon, I will go to dinner. When I get back, I will probably read about the Bible. Or I will write. I haven't written lately. It makes me sad.





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blue tumbleweeds
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colored ink
hogwarts post rpg
role-play network
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my side7 gallery
notus bebhinn

friends

book of genism
hanaeda's corner
lost intent
shike.org
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pirates' alley
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willf.org
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bishonenink
casualvillain.com
crimson tears
firecat fanfics
hanashika.com
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kitsch
mooncalf
oki doki
rabi's headquarters
scribbled spaghetti
sekai seifuku
the void
tourniquet
twoflowerian fiction

comics

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boy meets boy
something positive
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penny arcade
faux pas
jack
suburban jungle
mac hall
better days
arcana
directions of destiny
vinci and arty
kagerou [mirror]
fallen
strings of fate
sexy losers
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other cool sites

anime news network
animesuki
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dictionary.com
explodingdog
elfwood
epilogue
gamefaqs
glasseyecomics
kekkai.org
livejournal
nerve.com
orisinal
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side7
themeworld
the onion
toriyama world
yerf
zany video game quotes
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