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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: 18 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 cowboy bebop dvd box set realistic wishlist dayworld by philip josEfarmerkabuki by david mack long-term obsessions anime/mangayaoi/shounenai clamp music animals life and living video games current obsession(s) collegecurrently reading nothing newcurrently playing nothing newcurrently watching hana yori dango (20)utena (23) gto tv (39) witch hunter robin (18) naruto (39) get backers (27) rose of versailles (16) matantei loki ragnarok (10) scrapped princess (11) samurai deeper kyo (5) |
Tuesday, July 29, 2003 [link] 12:53 p.m. listening to: big honkin' playlist I'm going to talk about race again. When I was in the Midwest, this was this really big lack of concern about race. So much of a lack of concern that it kind of went entirely to the opposite end of the spectrum, in that "Yeah, we're entirely blind here. I mean, c'mon, they're just people." Which is a really nice attitude, but one that is for some reason not shared by a lot of West Coasters, particularly Californians. I can't speak for any of the other states. It reminded me of something my Biology teacher said. Dr. Jang is Chinese, and he told my sophomore Honors Bio class that when he went to the Midwest--dunno where, I want to say Iowa, but I'm not sure--he was treated very well. Everyone went out of their way to be nice to him. It's not really that they have anything to prove, but it's like they want to say, "Even though we're predominantly Caucasian here, we want you to know that we're not racist." When he went to San Francisco, however, where there are a lot of Chinese, he was treated very rudely. The obvious conclusion? Race is a big deal when you're somewhere that has a lot of races. There's a lot more tension. Familiarity breeds contempt. In the Midwest, people were confused by how much attention I pay to ethnicity and all the "Asian" jokes I make. Where I live, this is normal. But where I live, some people still call us "Chinks." People complain about the business signs that they can't read, bitch about the "Asian mansions," and rail about how most of the immigrants can't speak English. And the sad thing is, I agree with most of their complaints. I don't know why this is so important to me. It didn't used to be; when I was young, race was something unimportant. But now that I'm older, I feel it painfully. When I see race issues being shrugged off--because they're just people, after all--it makes me edgy. It's like a feeling of, how can you consider this inconsequential? But that's a by-product of where I live, isn't it? 30%-50% of my city is Asian, mostly Chinese, and more are coming in by the day. I can't call that inconsequential at all. Tuesday, July 29, 2003 [link] 01:38 a.m. listening to: "Englishman in New York" - Sting My hair is blonde. Well, part of it is. As many of you know, I bleached my hair and dyed it pink while I was in Chicago. Well, I didn't, Dagger did, but you get the point. The pink faded really quickly when I got home, unfortunately, so I decided to redye my hair. I wanted to rebleach it first, to get it blonder, in hopes that the color would stay longer. I was also told that all the red in my Very Asian Hair would mess up colors like blue and green, so getting it blonder would be a good idea, anyway. So Linda came over today to help me rebleach my hair. Apparently my hair wasn't bleached thoroughly enough to her liking (I wouldn't know, I can't see the back of my head), so she applied bleach to some parts of my hair that were still black, so my blonde hair is actually streaked with red-orange in some parts. I'm assured that it looks very cool, and I hope that it'll be more obvious when it dries. If you want a good idea of the color(s) my hair is/are now, I'd suggest looking at this Hikaru no Go cover. See Hikaru? See how blond his bangs are? That's how blond my hair is in back. On top, my hair dark brown/back. Something tells me I should just put up a bloody picture, but boy do I hate photographs. Maybe I can just take one of the back of my head. Monday, July 28, 2003 [link] 07:23 p.m. listening to: "Hey Jude" - Beatles Survived Blogathon. Have thoroughly fucked up my sleep schedule. Siean got a copy of Breath of Fire IV for fifteen dollars at Gamestop; we have been nicely occupying ourselves. Was in no rush to get back online, you must understand. Huge thank you to everyone and anyone who sponsored or even just passed the word along. We were able to raise over three hundred dollars for the International Fund for Animal Welfare. You can still donate for up to 48 hours after the event. Don't everyone rush for your wallets, now. The reason I'm being so curt right now is because I just got my AP scores today. A 5 for Biology and a 4 for Government, as I already knew. And a 4 for Literature/Composition. A fucking FOUR. Yes, I'm goddamn well upset about this. I know half of you reading this are probably thinking, "But you got a four! What the hell are you upset about? You passed, and you passed well at that! Stop being a fucking spoiled crybaby!" I'm upset because I know damn well that I should have gotten a five. I don't know if I'm the one who's on crack or if it was the readers. I knew this was going to happen, I knew I was overconfident, but I'm still really fucking upset. And I know that everyone's going to be patronizing and say, "What??? You got a four???" But I can't laugh this one off like I did my rejection from UCLA. I didn't want to go to UCLA. But I really, really wanted that five. [Edit: There is thunder 'n lightnin' 'n rain like it's going out of style. Holy shit, this just doesn't happen in Southern California.] Friday, July 25, 2003 [link] 09:25 p.m. listening to: "From Boulder to Birmingham" - Emmylou Harris I just went to the store to pick up some sandwich fixin's. It's always good to have something to munch on during the Blogathon. I wanted to nap, but it wasn't really successful. For those of you not in the know, we at Blue Tumbleweeds are going to role-play for twenty-four hours. I personally am also going to be pursuing a side project and am going to attempt to write for twenty-four hour, with a goal of 500 words per hour. You can witness my attempts at Blue Tumbleweeds Lite. There's an automated recycling center outside of the supermarket. There are little holes through which you feed your cans and jars, one by one, and then it spits out a receipt with an amount on it that you can redeem at the store. Passing by it, I saw two men standing next to one of the holes. One of them, tall, thin, and lanky, stood behind the other with feet spread slightly apart, arms crossed, head thrust out as he watched the other man, shorter and stockier, deposit his recyclables. The bright light behind them rendered them sharp, black silhouettes, undistinguishable in terms of race or age. Everything was so perfectly quiet, and there was the frozen tableau of black and white and shadow and geometry in front of me. For once in my life, I wished for a camera. Friday, July 25, 2003 [link] 02:52 p.m. listening to: nothing The Blogathon is tomorrow, so I should be trying to get as much sleep as I can today. I'm seriously considering taking a sleeping pill and going to bed early. The alternative would be to not sleep at all and actually stay up longer than 24 hours. I'm not sure I would survive that, though. We'll see. Friday, July 25, 2003 [link] 01:34 a.m. listening to: "Wind" - Akeboshi OW FUCK MY EYES. So there I was, trying to think of something to write, when someone reminded me, "Have you done your obligatory Wind collage yet?" Because everyone who collages and watches Naruto must make the obligatory Wind collage. So I made one. Series: Naruto Character(s): Naruto Song/Title: "Wind" by Akeboshi Notes: I tried to do something different; instead of using just one screenshot from the ending, I decided to use several! Ha ha ha! . . . I'm so pathetic. I kind of like the resulting trippy effect, though. URL: http://coloredink.shike.org/images/wind.jpg This collage was almost the death of me because PSP8 is a RESOURCE SUCKING WHORE, especially when it comes to text. And boy does this collage have a lot of text. This collage took me a lot longer than I thought it would to make--because PSP8 took like five full seconds to make a text modification, no matter how small--and I spent a lot of time in mortal fear that my computer would freeze and I'd lose my work. Wednesday, July 23, 2003 [link] 11:50 p.m. listening to: "Golden Slumbers/Carry That Weight/The End" - The Beatles OH MY GOD IT'S A COLLAGE! Shock. And it is crazy full of spoiler, so watch out. Series: Cowboy Bebop Character(s): Spike and. . . Song/Title: "Golden Slumbers" by The Beatles Notes: The collage actually has lyrics from "Golden Slumbers," "Carry That Weight," and "The End," seeing as how they're meant to be listened to in sequence and most mp3s you'll download will have them stuck together in a big chunk. There is a spoiler and a really huge one; the image is pretty well mutilated, but you can still tell what it is, sorta. Or maybe you can only tell if you know what it is already. Yes, the style is shamelessly pilfered from many of the Big Big Truck collages. It was the only style that I felt would do the song call/images justice. The background image was generously donated by Jasmine because I was going into fits over not being able to find it. She rocks so much. URL: http://coloredink.shike.org/images/goldenslumber.jpg Wednesday, July 23, 2003 [link] 02:06 p.m. listening to: "Horse With No Name" - America Had a very, very strange dream just now. I don't remember most of it, but I do remember that a small group of us--I know Jasmine and Rachel were in the group, I don't know who else--were headed for some kind of vault/shrine type place. What was in the vault? Something anime-related; I think it was where they put the anime to keep it from the public. In a very metaphorical sense, of course. But first, we had to get there. The route seemed to be very much like a park or arboretum, and people had several choices of trails. We managed to keep people off our trail by telling them it was exclusively closed, and then we met one man who seemed to know what we were doing. We had no choice but to bring him along. On the way, we also rescued cats that people had been trying to hang. When we got to the vault, it was a small stone room, barely big enough to contain our group, with two doors. We bolted the doors against outsiders and looked for ways to arm ourselves, as we planned to go down fighting, bringing knowledge of this anime to the outside world. There was a drawer full of anime weapons, such as Vash's gun, Loki's gun from episode 14 (I think) of Matantei Loki Ragnarok, Tira Misu's whip, etc. I took a foldable blade, which I could use one-handed, because I had to engrave names and things, and also color black-and white posters. I'm not sure how this brings anime to the public, but I'm sure it was all highly symbolic. Anime inside that vault included Witch Hunter Robin, a Hellsing OAV, some kind of sequel to Trigun, and I'm not sure what else. At some point, someone began pounding on the door. Rachel consulted a schedule and said, "It's the crazy weapons lady." We'd seen her lecture earlier, and I'd been very impressed with her. "Oh, good," I said. "Let her in." So we let her in, and she looked at what we were doing and figured it out immediately. She then began laughing and beckoned her friend in, and said that she'd help us. Since she was something of an Authority Figure at this place, she managed to keep the law off our backs while we finished what we had come to do. Somewhere in there, I woke up. I'm not sure what this dream says about me. Wednesday, July 23, 2003 [link] 09:13 a.m. listening to: "Center of the Sun" - Conjure One One day, I would like the world to just let me bloody sleep, especially considering I never crawl into bed before 4 AM anymore. But no, I'm constantly being woken by loud music, car alarms, Mormon missionaries, and today, the real estate broker saying that people are coming to appraise the house in ten minutes. **snarl** Dust motes dance golden in the light streaming through the venetian blinds. At least something is beautiful this morning. |
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