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about me

name: n/a
aliases: kit, kits, kit kat, the smart girl, foxay, an chin
age: 20
location: oakland, ca
hobbies: anime, manga, comic books, reading, writing, doodling, video games
likes: all of the above, being lazy, mushrooms, animals, food, laughing loudly in public, SUSHI
dislikes: nuts, stinging/biting insects, religious fanatics, violence, olives
contact: coloredink(at)gmail.com

wishlist

playstation 2
car
a good night's sleep
money
stress-free life
trigun long colt keychain
ipod
hardon-kardon speakers
19" flatscreen monitor
world peace

realistic wishlist

dvd-rom
lucifer vol 7-8
transmetropolitan vol 3, 5-7, 9-10
sandman vol 4

long-term obsessions

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

current obsession(s)

smallville

currently reading

nothing new

currently watching

hana yori dango (20)
utena (23)
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)
smallville (2.19)
Wednesday, September 28, 2005 [link]
12:17 a.m.
listening to: nothing


So tonight I got pulled off copy editing to do Calendar instead, since our Calendar editor inexplicably flaked out on us. I also smoked a cigarette.

That's pretty much it. I'm going to go to sleep now.

Good night!





Tuesday, September 27, 2005 [link]
08:59 a.m.
listening to: nothing


Had a peculiar dream last night. I dreamt that I was living in my old house, and a woman with three or four children came to my door to tell me a sob story. Basically, she was begging from door to door. I sent her away, then felt bad and called her back, offering to cook dinner for her and her family instead of giving them money. I mixed some strawberry Quik for the youngest child, a girl, and then asked the eldest, a boy to help me cook dinner. He denied having any ability in the kitchen at first, but chopped the vegetables behind my back.

I don't know what I was trying to make, but it was pretty screwed up. The alarm clock rang just as I was getting dinner to the table.





Sunday, September 25, 2005 [link]
07:51 p.m.
listening to: nothing


There are some days where you just want to abuse a substance, whether it be alcohol, nicotine, or marijuana. Today's been one of those days. I am occasionally struck with bouts of grief so deep that I want to just get really, really stoned and forget about everything.





Sunday, September 25, 2005 [link]
02:16 p.m.
listening to: "Joy to the World" - Three Dog Night


My, so much work. Professors always have a habit of assigning work at the same time, because by now you've had enough time to settle in and get back into the swing of school, so it's safe to assign papers and things, right? Right. So I have a presentation in English next week that's more or less done, just needs a little more research (note to self: borrow that book from Emily and get your ass down to the library). I haven't started on my analysis for GOVT101 at all. I really need to stop procrastinating on that, as it's not something I can get done in a single afternoon like this presentation.

I've decided to do my analysis on FEMA. I don't really want to, since I'm sure everyone else in the class will be analysing FEMA as the single largest organization failure in the last month, but it's the easiest thing to do since I have so much research on it already. And right now, easy is good. There's no shame in shortcuts.

I really need to do some work for that COLL060 class, too. It's not difficult, just tedious. Oh crap, actually, there's a quiz I need to do. I should do that now.





Friday, September 23, 2005 [link]
02:10 p.m.
listening to: "First of May" - Jonathan Coulton


I HAVE A NEW KEYBOARD.

So happy. I've needed a new keyboard for quite a while now; I type kind of fast and also hard, and the sound of my typing has been annoying my neighbors for a while. However, I've been unwilling to spend money on upgrading to a new keyboard, since they can be kind of pricey and it seems like nowadays all the nice keyboards are wireless (which I'm not interested in).

Then, today, while we were rearranging the Weekly office--lo and behold, a keyboard! And Jay said I could have it! And now I have a new keyboard! It has all sorts of sexy buttons!





Tuesday, September 20, 2005 [link]
11:55 p.m.
listening to: nothing


I just got home from the latest production meeting for The Weekly. My copy chief likes Dar Williams. This fills me with great squee.

I purchased a travel mug for myself today, the kind with the "no spill" lid that retains heat like crazy. It works like a charm and I love it. Production meetings are an orgy of snacking as copy editors obsess over commas while eating chips. Having something on hand to sip and fill my stomach staves off the urge to eat compulsively.

So my herbal tea has come in handy after all. Yum yum.





Monday, September 19, 2005 [link]
10:34 p.m.
listening to: "Iowa" - Dar Williams


It was an indian summer day today, all crisp blue, cloudless skies and slightly too warm weather. I wore black jeans and a red t-shirt and soon regretted it.

I'd been wondering about the unseasonable weather. Summers in the Bay Area seem to last from August to October; the months that I'm used to thinking of as "summer" are, apparently, often cloudy and foggy. At least, this is what I get from Eleanor, who grew up in Berkeley. The weather in Berkeley, though, is often ten degrees cooler than Oakland, similar to San Francisco.

My DVD burner continues to rock so, so hard. I am going to try burning a video disc soon.





Saturday, September 17, 2005 [link]
08:07 p.m.
listening to: "Me Gustas Tu" - Manu Choa


I finally have a DVD burner.

That sound you hear is a choir of angels.





Friday, September 16, 2005 [link]
10:28 p.m.
listening to: "Battleflag" - Lo Fidelity All Stars


The Curel lotion bottles have been redesigned, and I am somehow convinced that I am getting less lotion.





Wednesday, September 14, 2005 [link]
10:09 p.m.
listening to: "Last Beautiful Girl" - Matchbox 20


Strength training today rocked. Journalism rocked. Therapy was brutal. Then I spent three hours in the Weekly Office doing web shit.

I have an interview with Lael on Friday regarding two different stories. Gah.





Wednesday, September 14, 2005 [link]
12:17 a.m.
listening to: nothing


I like being a journalist. I wish I could take my journalism textbook and just cram it all into my head because goddammit I am not learning this stuff fast enough. I just learned about attributions today and I wish I could go back in time and rewrite all my articles. Gah.

Yesterday, the professor taught us about Stuff That Goes Into a Newspaper and said, essentially, "Politics and government are the bread and butter of news journalism. Why? Why do your readers want to know this?"

One answer, of course, was that politics and government are the things that impact our everyday lives. Yes, this is certainly true. But why?

And I said, "It is our responsibility as journalists to educate people on what's going on in government so that they can vote and act accordingly."

Sarah--the professor--stared at me and said, "Yes."

I would like to quote Spider Jerusalem of Transmetropolitan fame: "People keep saying to me, you're doing a good job, Spider, you're really changing things, Spider. And it's all bullshit. I'm not changing a fucking thing. I'm a writer. A journalist. I can't change shit.

"What I do is give you the tools to understand the world so that you can change things.

"And I'm stuck here, only hoping that you do."

And they say comic books aren't educational.





Sunday, September 11, 2005 [link]
03:52 p.m.
listening to: "The Sound of Silence" - Simon and Garfunkel


The other day, someone asked me, "At what point is someone Christian or not?"

I thought the answer was relatively simple: it depends on your point of view. Clearly, everyone has a different idea of what constitutes "Christian," and that's why there are so many denominations and so many churches. In the end, only God can decide who's Christian or not. All we can do, as humans, is what we think is right and hope that that's enough.

I'm not Christian. Not even nominally. I've never been baptized, and I've never been to church save for weddings and funerals (unless you count IRChurch). According to some people, I'm going to hell for that alone, or at least not making it to those big pearly gates in the sky. But I'm charitable, when I can afford it. I try to be kind, forgiving, generous, and helpful. These are all actions and traits that I think are a hell of a lot more important than whether or not I read the Bible regularly or go to church every week. But I can't say that my way is right and another person's is wrong, because what do I know?

And that's my spiel. I'm going to go read about organizational theory now. Jesus won't like it if I fail out of college.





Thursday, September 8, 2005 [link]
02:17 p.m.
listening to: "Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk" - Rufus Wainwright


I woke up this morning aching in strange places. This is normal after days on which I have Strength Training (Mon and Wed), but today I woke up with only my left quads aching. This is very strange.

My triceps barely ache, which I take as a sign that I need to start lifting 12 lb weights. My biceps don't ache at all, so maybe I ought to upgrade to 15 lb weights for those.

I think it's time to work with 80 lbs on the lateral pulldown machine. I'm still not sure how to change weights on the leg press, so tomorrow I'll need to ask the fitness center worker on that. I also want to learn how to use some of the other machines so that I can work out my pectoralis. Pectorali? They're absurdly weak, anyway.

I also need to do more matwork, which is the kind of thing that I can also do at home. Pushups, obliques, the plank, curls, etc. Those are just as good, they're just not as show-offy because you're not using a machine.

[ETA: . . . I just did an entire entry on working out. While listening to Rufus Wainwright. I think I'm turning into a gay man.]





Monday, September 5, 2005 [link]
10:35 p.m.
listening to: "Dance, Soterios Johnson, Dance" - Jonathan Coulton


I've always loved dinosaurs, ever since I was very young. I had several beautifully illustrated dinosaur books, a dinosaur encyclopedia, and bucketfuls of dinosaur models. I frequently played dinosaur or Godzilla with my dollhouse when I was younger.

After Jurassic Park came out, I decided I wanted to be a paleontologist. My family laughed. After all, being a field paleontologist means spending long hours in the sun, and my skin's never reacted well to excess sunlight. Sometime in fourth grade, I gave up the dream and simply never resurrected it.

I still talk about dinosaurs. I still know about lizard hips v. bird hips. I've kept up on the Tyrannosaurus Rex: scavenger or predator? debate. I still love the dinosaur exhibits at museums the best. I've seen the two Jurassic Park sequels and spent the entirety of the third movie pointing out paleobiological flaws. Raptor Red by Robert Bakker is on my list of "books I must have with me on a desert island."

My friends want to know why I'm not studying to be a paleontologist. I honestly don't know. It was just something I stopped considering after fourth grade. Long weeks and months in the hot, dry bone fields of Montana or the Gobi Desert still don't appeal to me. But I can see myself in a museum somewhere, happily piecing together fossils for the rest of my life.

There is no moral here. I don't particularly regret not becoming a paleontologist. I can feel that journalism is right for me. It's just that, you know, sometimes there are those what if's.

If I ever get my own office or desk or whatever I am totally keeping dinosaur models in it.





Sunday, September 4, 2005 [link]
10:27 p.m.
listening to: "Prayer of St. Francis" - Sarah McLachlan


Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
O divine master, grant that I may
Not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love.
For it's in giving that we receive,
And it's in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And it's in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Amen.


You have a lot to answer for, God. I just. I just hope that there are answers.

(IRChurch this coming Sunday.)





Saturday, September 3, 2005 [link]
05:03 p.m.
listening to: "Haunted" - Poe


This is my blog, and I don't have to play nice here.

Those of you who say, "Well, it's their fault for living in a city below sea level?" Fuck you. Fuck every last one of you.

How many of you chose where you were born, huh? Not a lot of you, I bet. And then how many of you chose to leave? No? It's not as easy as looking around and going, "Whoops, I'm below sea level, time to pack up the kids and leave." Moving needs money. Moving needs time. Moving means leaving your family, your job, your roots. Are you really so sheltered as to believe that many people in this country have that kind of luxury? Because if so, someone needs to strip you of your privileges and plant you in an inner-city slum.

So if San Francisco is levelled in an earthquake tomorrow, do I deserve it for living on a faultline? If Topeka or Des Moines is decimated by a tornado, is it their fault for living in tornado country?

Fuck you. Fuck you and your sanctimonious bullshit. And no, I don't have comments on this blog, so if you want to say something to me, you can fucking well say it to my face. My email address is to the left.





Saturday, September 3, 2005 [link]
12:55 p.m.
listening to: "Haunted" - Poe


I haven't really said much about the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. There hasn't been much to say. I keep reading what others are saying. I keep reading the news. And I cry, and I feel helpless, and I try to do whatever small, small things I can. But the Red Cross has been ordered not to enter New Orleans (I suppose it's just as well that I can't go) and FEMA never okayed airlifting supplies and the President refuses aid from other countries and why? Why and how? How can the federal government fail on such a spectacular level? I didn't things could get this bad, but they have. It's total anarchy down there, with bands of gunmen roaming New Orleans and bodies being eaten by rats because there aren't enough facilities to get them up and I just don't know what to say. What can I say? There's nothing to say. The situation speaks for itself.

I don't understand. Why are things happening like this? And how? The people of the United States--the people of the world want to band together and help. With so many people offering, why isn't anything getting done?





Friday, September 2, 2005 [link]
07:56 p.m.
listening to: "Haunted" - Poe


I went to the Tang Center today about my back, which has been hurting me since late June. She gave me a referral to Physical Therapy and recommended against my volunteering for the Red Cross at this moment in time. It is, however, okay for me to continue with Strength Training.

Curse this body of mine.

Things I must do this weekend:

- finish Admissions story
- do GOVT101 reading
- do COLL60V reading
- do ENG172 reading
- study abroad application

And somewhere in there I should find time to watch Farscape and Queer as Folk.





Wednesday, August 31, 2005 [link]
03:34 p.m.
listening to: nothing


Journalism today was heartbreaking. Several people in the class have friends and/or relatives in the New Orleans/Mississippi area, including the TA, and they sat and bravely wiped their eyes while we discussed things like how the article didn't include casualties because they simply didn't know how many.

Some days I want to give the entire world a hug.





Monday, August 29, 2005 [link]
03:27 p.m.
listening to: "Hymn of the Fayth" - Nobuo Uematsu


I woke up at nine o' clock this morning, showered, ate some oatmeal, and went to Strength Training. We learned how to use all the machines and then proceeded to do a little bit of circuit training, with forty seconds at each station. My muscles felt like Jell-O afterwards.

Then I went to Journalism, where we talked about reading the newspaper and then brainstormed ideas for our stories that are due on Wednesday. I already knew what I was going to write about, so I didn't contribute a lot, but man is there a lot of news in the world.

Afterwards, I ate lunch and interviewed people for my story and set up appointments for more interviews. It was exciting.

I feel fantastic. Mondays and Wednesdays this semester are going to rock.




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