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Saturday, March 1, 2003
10:58 p.m.
You need a Closet Uke!!!
Which Type of Uke Is Best Suited to You!?
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...go me. *^_^*
Saturday, March 1, 2003
03:31 p.m.
~shudders~
music: Take Me Away- Lifehouse
Geh... Liaden is evil... now I feel evil. Damn her!
"...She didn't need to follow his line of vision to know who he was staring out, the sudden blush that spread over his face, as the way his eyes hastily dropped to his plate said all. Had anyone been watching, they would have seen a cruel smirk spread across Liaden's face. But as it was the rest of her table was engaged in a conversation about dressmakers with her two, barely intelligent enough to be moronic, cousins. No matter. She was going to have fun playing with this one."
SEE???
Oh, and BTW, C, your hair dye was on the kitchen table.
Saturday, March 1, 2003
02:05 p.m.
The Hair...
music: I Hear U Callin- Gob
It's Purple! And Blue!
~dances~
Oh, BTW- I've decided on 'Saremio' for anyone who cares. Thanks, Sam.
...
-_-;;
Friday, February 28, 2003
01:56 p.m.
The End.
~is pleased~ Assignment done. Woot. One more period then...
Glorious, glorious WEEKEND! ~dances~
Yeah, so today has been... ok, at any rate. Kinda dull, but otherwise fine. As usual, nothing was accomplished in Friday Biology. Instead C and I talked about the origins of the nameless eighth island. Which needs a name, as 'the mysterious island' sounds really, really cheesy.
Lessee...
Pick a letter... S (from Sam... oye.)
S... need a vowel... a (also from Sam... also oye.)
Sa'rynda
Sanearo
Sardii
Saerl
Saodina
Sendaria... what do you mean, 'it's plagerism'?
Saremio
Saronia
Sarphime
Sariia
Sam (~_^)
Sal'vyian
Hmmm... isn't it amazing the words you can come up with off the top of your head?
I kinda like Saremio, Sarphime, and Sanearo. ~shrugs~
My kingdom for a name...
Friday, February 28, 2003
01:40 p.m.
CALM.... again.
music: None... there is no sound...
Welcome ladies and gentleman to our weekly CALM computer-lab session. Leave any blunt objects at the door, lest you feel the need to pummle your brains into goop with them.
Yeah, so... Scene:
(the camera zooms through the hallways of Hat High, suddenly focusing in on the door of room 134. The door swings open mysteriously [in reality the camera man] and we see rows of students sitting at little computer consoles, drudging away as usual.)
ANDREA: (a bored looking, Hawiian shirt clad junior, sits next to SAM. Annother junior, but without the Hawiian shirt/bored expression.) ~mutters~ Damn... I wish I had headphones too...
Thursday, February 27, 2003
10:04 p.m.
~smiles. with fangs~
Which Utopia Character are you? Find out! By Sandra and velvetglitter.
...reason number twelve why I can't wait for Utopia.
Wednesday, February 26, 2003
10:14 p.m.
Musings...
music- Wicked Little Town- Tommy Gnosis version
Yeah, Wednesday. This is the part where I'm supposed to say, 'whew, where did the week go?'. But I'm not going to. Cuz I know where it went. Nowhere. It's been kind of a dull one, nothing spectac. Lots of painkiller, a little ranty Bio-ness. Ed tonight. CSI tomorrow. Noise Off on Saturday night. And life rolls on.
Which is fine, actually. I don't really mind right now. It feels nice to fall into the routine for once. A cog in the system, a little time to write (Darley forgave Adrienne and Cianna- yay!), some piano (!@#&*'n 'Hymn to the Sea'), a movie on Monday (The Life of David Gale, intense, amazing, powerful, and a scary as hell reminder of what people will do for their beilefs).
Speaking about David Gale, I've been thinking, do I have anything that matters to me enough that I would die for it? I remember talking about this in Social Studies 10, right after... sigh... September eleventh. We were discussing suicide bombers. And you know, I think you almost have to respect someone like that.
Someone so strong in their convictions, their beilfs, someone so passionate that they would put their very lives out there for it.
And sure I preach free speech, and life over 'pain to prove a point', and greenpeace, and get along god dammit, even if you hate each other in secret. But all the stuff that means everything to me, truth and personal integrity, would I die for it? Or... maybe more importantly in this day and age, would I kill for it?
There's that question, 'If you could go back in time, knowing what you do about the future/past, would you kill Adolph Hitler?'
Course, everyone says, 'yes', because... well, Hitler. The funny thing? I'd answer, 'no.' Not because I'd probably die, not because it could effect the future. But because I know that if I was there, I couldn't pull the trigger. Don't have the guts. Never will.
Which may explain why I'm so anti-war. I couldn't kill someone. It's just... inconcieveable to me. Even in self defense. Not because of my 'immortal soul', or anything like that. But because that stupid little voice in the back of my head would start talking about the family, the friends, the people who'd be sad, because some guy was dead.
I guess I couldn't deal with my own imiagination.
So I'm left with dying for my cause. And the weird thing about this one? I could see that happening so much easier. At least right now, with my beilefs that people are equal, and people need to know about injustice, and journalistic integrity.
Maybe I'll wise up. Become all the way jaded, instead of most of the way. But concieveably, I could die for something I write, or end up in prison someday. Unless things change, or I chicken out when faced with the barrel of a gun. It's totally possible. I'm human, i'm perishable, I have an expiration date. But I'd rather it wasn't early.
And I don't think I'm willing to be a martyr- not if there's another way to win. I don't think I can ever believe in something so strongly that there is no other way to help but die.
So you have to be at least a little in awe of the David Gales, and the suicide bombers, and the guys on the crosses. If not because of what they believe, but because of how they believe. Can you say anything matters to you that much?
Maybe we aren't brought up that way in our society. We're taught to be moderates, fence sitters, look both ways, consider all options.
But what if there wasn't an option? Could you pick up a gun and shoot a man for an ideal? For a value? Or worse, could you willingly die for one?
Could you let someone put a gun to your head, and still say 'abortion is wrong,' or, 'men and women are equal,' or whatever you speak pasionately for?
People fight religious wars, you say. Get god(s) on their side and go off to die. But a war is different. No one ecpects to die in a war. No matter what kind of a realist you are, you always secretly expect to come home with ribbons and medals and a cute French girl, the hero. You're never the one the grenade's going to take out.
The boys fighting in World War I, or 'Dubya's latest campaign may march under 'Freedom' and 'Liberty' banners. But they don't go to die. They go to wipe out the pesky country causing trouble.
WHich makes you wonder, if someone put a gun to Tony Bliar, or George W's head, and asked, 'What will you do for freedom?' would they back down?
Even our great modern leaders, who send millions off to fight in these (often) stupid, pointless, preventable wars-- would they die for their cause?
I wonder what Gandhi would say....?
Monday, February 24, 2003
04:48 p.m.
Quizzly
YOU LIVE IN A WALMART BAG!!!
what's YOUR deepest secret?
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...sure. Heh.
You're Welcome to the Monkey House! You're a
political activist, or the opposite of it, as
you see the problems in our world. You're
something of a pessimist, but you're just so
damn funny that no one can resist you. You're
an alternative person, you don't work in the
normal "novel" way, but it works for
you. You'd enjoy anything Vonnegut ever wrote,
like Slaughterhouse-5, Hocus Pocus, or Cat's
Cradle.
Which Piece of Classic Literature are You?
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Dude... I've heard of Slaughterhouse-five. Brilliant. *^_^*
It's tough to follow in the footsteps of someone
who heard the voice of God at age 13, led the
French army at age 17, and was burned at the
stake at age 19. Just ask Joan of Arc. She's
managed to accomplish exactly none of these
things. But most disappointingly, she can't
even get Abe to see her as more than just
"one of the guys." Sigh. Being Joan
of Arc is no picnic, but luckily her cynical
attitude and wry wit keep her afloat.
Which Clone High character are you?
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Yes! Joan's cool as hell. "That's it! When I get home all my pictures of him are coming down! Well, except for that one... over my bed... where his shirt's off... nnmmmmmm...." ~snerks~
Monday, February 24, 2003
04:04 p.m.
Mwah...
Heh heh heh... my big stumbling block is goooone, as of last night. I know what Adrienne and Cianna are gonna do... [insert eeeevil thoughts here]
It's an apology... with Style. Yup, with a capital 'S'. You scared yet?
Dun dun dun...
Ten chapters left to go! (prolly)
TALLYHO!!!
Sunday, February 23, 2003
09:45 p.m.
Hey.
So, many things have happened. I just don't feel like writing about them. ~shrugs~
Oh, and:
Ye-ah...
Friday, February 21, 2003
07:44 p.m.
So...
music: Scars & Stitches- Guster
- Seishirou is a bastard
- Tokyo Babylon kicks major ass
-I got another review for Snow Wars (god knows why...)
- I'm booooooooored...
wiggi?
Thursday, February 20, 2003
05:05 p.m.
Spiffy...
Still bleh. At least the freezing's out...
Oh, and BTW:
 You are red. You are impure, but noble. You are precious and true to yourself and others. When you love, you love entirely, and will do anything to make your love happy. You are sure of your identity, therefore, you cannot change others or be changed. You are a true prince, you may be forgotten, but without you, none of us could go on. What inner color are you?
Wednesday, February 19, 2003
05:44 p.m.
Quick Update (more to come l8er...)
I have...
Green leather sneakers
An orange silk shirt
A bag of frozen peas permanantly attatched to my jaw
X/1999, #s 4 and 5
And Freezing. Luckily I can now feel my left bottom lip and a bit of my toungue, Yay.
Sunday, February 16, 2003
12:52 a.m.
You Knew they'd Be Back...
QUIZZES!!!
#41
What Dave Matthews Song Are You?
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How Republican Are You?
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Ye-ah....
Sunday, February 16, 2003
12:42 a.m.
Hn...
"you're a reall fucking upper, you know?" -Kieran Culkin, Igby Goes Down
You don't do things on purpose, so people tend to
cut you some slack. Still, it would be best if
you stopped doing things all together.
What Lord of the Rings engrish subtitle are you?
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Saturday, February 15, 2003
12:33 a.m.
V-Day, and the Beginning of my 9 Day Vacation.
music: Bring Back the Sun- OLP
Yeah, C left 1/2 an hour ago, after we watched Shadow of the Vampire (odd but cool), and Amelie (one of the all-time greats), pigged out on junk food, and drank vanilla cola.
I had a Chinease food fest with mom before that, and before that beat one of the 5 Shadow of Destiny endings. C thinks Eike has a "Dante thing goin' on", which amuses me to no end.
Re-reading Rob Thomas's brilly Rats Saw God, which has that astounding ability to make me laugh out loud and then weep three sentences later.
Other than that, not much happened. C and I went to Superstore for munchies, and talked about my 'alcohol problem' with Sam. That explains the AADAC bookmarks the library keeps giving me...
School?
Oh, it was ok. Math test sucked, couldn't concentrate, but I think I passed. Maybe not much more than that, but whatever. Math to me is something to endure than get out of. As horrible as this is going to sound (to Katelynn) I could care less what I come out of that class with, so long as it won't involve me repeating it.
And the rest of the day? Band kicked ass, Mark gave everyone in the class valentines, which was cool. He's a sweetie, Mr. Robinson is.
Uhm... Bio was pathetic. No work was done, but there was much amusement, and punching. Yay. ^_^;;;
CALM was stupid. I wrote about talking to yourself, and then nervously flitted around. Blah.
Lunch was fun. TA was fun. Victoria and I quote-booked.
"Love conquers all except love and toothache." -Mae West
And today sounds like a great day. Except for one tiny little thing. Yeah, my stupid rose thinger. After a while the tight nervous butterfly feeling gets annoying. And then there's constant adrenaline rushing. And... gah.
So now I don't know. And I have nine days to gain a spine. I don't think that's long enough...
Fuck.
I don't know. Anything, I mean. What I'm doing, what's going on, even what I want anymore.
Actually, I do know what I need. A resolution. Any resolution.
Fuck. Again.
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