for ruin...
stand and fight
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
07:13 p.m.
I've got Pictures to Prove I was there...
music: Red Letter Day- Get up Kids
Ever talk to someone and suddenly realize that even though you barely know them in the traditional (face-to-face) sense, they know (or possibly just inferred) more about you than any of your normal friends and family? ...maybe it's just me.
Today's final, Math A, seemed pretty easy. Of course, I expect the multiple choice to kick me in the shins and then run away snickering. But that's not until next Tuesday. Bio's not till Thursday, and while I ought to study, I'm not. If I pass anything this semester it will be on pure fluke. My work habits just keep getting worse.
Feel sort of bored and restless, because I know I should be working, but I'm not, and at the same time I really have nothing better to do.
Watched Power Shift on Much Music because, well, I had nothing better to do. Realized that the entire world except for me, and maybe a couple of my friends, seems to be in the middle of an intense bondage fettish. First it was Yugi-oh, that so-called "children's show" with its handcuff, collar and leather fettish. Now it's Britteny Spears. And her leather and frightening eye makeup thing and trashy stewardess ensemble.
...this is the same woman who used to dress like a Catholic schoolgirl (albeit a slutty one), isn't it?
Katelynn is almost worse than I am for coming up with plotbunnies to torment me. Stupid project list. Novella to finish, and a crackfic ("It's a fic... made from crack!") and a drabble-hybrid that I owe the K-girl and a novel to final edit. Sigh.
This whole lack of dedication thing really gets to you sometimes.
And while we're flitting from topic to topic, I have to actually say something nice about Good Charlotte. You have been warned.
You know how I've been trying to figure out what would posess them to release 'Hold On' as a single? I think I figured it out. It's got one fucking sad little video that reads a bit like a public service video-but an unusually good one, that actually seems sincere. It made me need to go cuddle Wellington. ...I think he may want to kill me now.
And, though I never thought I'd agree with my cousin on this, their lead singer can be very good looking, though only when he consents to wearing eyeliner. Whoo.
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Sunday, January 18, 2004
12:57 a.m.
A Night of
music: Amsterdam- Guster
Had short conversations with Kay, Katelynn, C and Ian-though not all at one. Topics included quitting bands, vegan prom, cross dressing playwrites and resumes, though not in that order.
I'm so sick of Good Charlotte songs.
Ian has a very cute penguin avatar. Galahad speaks like a fortune cookie. Home DDR still sucks. Calendar Girl is a very good example of why I wish I was British. Shane West has sex hair in all of League of Extraodinary Gentlemen.
...I need juice.
[BTW: I have 2 actor-cookies. Boo-ya.]
Saturday, January 17, 2004
12:52 a.m.
Stuff
music: Jane- BNL
Saw LotR again with Katelynn tonight and got what I think will be a very lovely portrait shot of her while we were sitting in Timmie's.
Oh, and C? Is your cookie-actor Christian Bale? Because I've seen Laurel Canyon and I never noticed. Possibly because I was too busy watching Frances McDormand smoke up and make out with a younger woman. ...I watch weird movies.
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
07:57 p.m.
O.O*
music: Spicy McHaggis Jig- Dropkick Murpheys
Just a quick drop-in, in which I shall say four things:
1- Congratulations to both my K-girls for getting into their respective post-secondary schools. I'm horridly proud of both of you.
2- I am writing a total crackfic. Kay knows what I speak of. Stupid plotbunnies...
3- Christiana likes grubs.
4- YWAM is currently experiencing the world's biggest cliffhanger. I shall go scream about it now...
Saturday, January 10, 2004
09:09 p.m.
Sabs
Saturday, January 10, 2004
08:24 p.m.
Ergh...
music: Breakfast in Hell- Newsboys (feel the stupidity!)
What do I have to do to make people realize that 'Snow Wars' is dead. I haven't written a chapter of the thing in over one-possibly two-years. I have publicly declared my undying hatred of this fic in almsot every other author's note I've ever written.
And yet I still get reviews asking me to write more. Or rather, commanding me to "hurry up and update".
Well guess what, kiddies, there are no updates because this fucking story is dead. DEAD! You hear me you creepy stalker? It's no longer being worked on! Now go away and leave me alone!
Gwrah...
Saturday, January 10, 2004
06:30 p.m.
Oh, and...
You must all go download this song right now.
It's a perfect example of why I don't listen to 95 Alive, or whatever our local Christian music station is called. But, damn is it funny.
Saturday, January 10, 2004
05:44 p.m.
You Take Your Car to Work, I'll take my Bored
Buddy Holly- Barenaked Ladies cover
Hm... wasn't going to do the blog thing right now, but since Katelynn came online, and I wanted to say hey and stuff, so here we are. Accidentally deleted the old entry of a couple minutes ago, which makes my continued presence really amazing. Especially since my currently maratime-ing-it K-girl just signed off. Wow, that was a lot of dashes.
Pirate Girl C came over last night, and we watched the copy of Velvet Goldmine Kay sent me. Have I expressed my undying affection for this girl yet? Yes? Oh, well. Then let it just be said that I hope someone resembling Jalil shows up on her doorstep, with a jar of chocolate body paint. And now that you've all got that image in your head, let's talk about the movie.
I'll start of by saying that it was quite good. C and I both had a good time, though I giggled a good deal more than she did. Not that that's unusual. There were some very funny bits, some very pretty bits, and some very interesting use of music. Jack Fairy's eyebrows were frightening.
But it's another one of those movies that makes you feel like you're watching the floor show in Rocky Horror for the first time-trying to figure out just what is going on. So I rewatched the second hour this afternoon, after Mum left for work. ~_^
"It was a shame in a way that I didn't get to be a rock star in it like Ewan (McGregor) and Johnny (Johnathan Rhys Meyers) did. I missed out on all the orgies..." -Christian Bale
Christian Bale is now on the Sexy List (you remember the Sexy List don't you, Mel?) Especially for the really cute/stupid smile he flashes at the very end, during the whole scene with Curt and the pin.
Ewan McGregor decided at one point to smear himself with oil and glitter and take off his pants. This lead to an armchiar philosophy discussion about the frequency of nudity in current popular culture. C and I are strange, twisted people.
On a similar note, the Vampire Hunter D remake is both gorgeous and sad/werid.
And, in completely different, but much more exciting news:
I have tickets to see the BNL in Calgary on Arpil 1st, and my seats are in the 12th row on the floor. I'm going to actually be able to see the band, right up close. ^____^
Now if I can just get up to Calgary for Otafest in May, this could very well be a really brilliant last semester of school... just as long as classes don't get in the way.
Wednesday, January 7, 2004
10:18 p.m.
Screaming and Dancing Shall Commence... Now!
music: If You Could Read My Mind- Stars on 54
I don't know about my music choices lately. My tastes seem to be all over the place. I downloaded 'Young Pilgrims' by the Shins, and 'Black Betty' by Ram Jam in the same night. Eclectice is my middle name. Yup, Andrea Eclectic Klassen. Beats the hell outta Jean.
Ok, today was an amazing, splediforous, happy, great as hell day. The best day of the year-although I realize the year is only 7 days old.
- Got 81% on my cum review, which I did almost entirely by myself. Although, funnily enough, half teh stuff I did with Katelynn was wrong. Not that I blame her if she was a little distracted. Hope the plane rides are going ok, girl.
- Finished my English project on Dad's laptop in about fifteen minutes. The serious piece on traditions turned into a mini-rant about how I hate fish and the evils of shaking hands. Oops.
- I have CALCULATOR BATTERIES! Yes.
- Heard on the radio that the BNL are playing a show up in Calgary on April 1st. Dad's in the middle of tax season, but Mum said she'll take me if he can't, even though it's on a Thursday. Tickets go on sale Saturday. ^___^
- And finally, when I got home today, there was a box on the kitchen table. From Iowa.
Kay, I love you so much it's probably illegal in two or three US states and Quebec!
The colouring book is hilarious. It makes me want to wear purple fur and buy a (stripper!) ferret.
Mum got a little pissed at me, since I forgot to tell her that the Iowa K-girl was planning on sending me something. My mum gets very twitchy about these things, since I had to explain to her that Kay was
a) not a pervy old man
b) not a pervey old woman
c) not a teenage guy
I decided not to explain WHY I'm pretty sure that she has to be a teenage girl. The day I explain slash to my mother is the day Snape puts on a tutu in the cannon. At any rate, she'll get over it. You guys should've seen what happened when she first read about computer viruses...
Anyway, I now have to get my ass in gear and actually start buying all the nifty crap I want to send to Corn-land.
But yeah, day has been made. Even my exam schedule doesn't suck too much. I've got lots of lag time between each part. What's 6 hours of test-writing, with each final worth 50% of my mark? Pfft, nothing I say.
Mac Hall and Final Fantasy X continue to eat my soul. Milk is good. Dad's laptop rocks but his MSN is outdated. I reference Ralph Klein in an assignment that was supposed to be 8 sentences long (it's not).
I could get used to this year.
PS: Katelynn, do you want to kill Ann M. Martin yet?
Monday, January 5, 2004
09:53 p.m.
First Day Swing-Blues
music: I Will Survive- Cake
Best line of the day goes to:
Christiana: Penis!
Mr. Copland: What're you guys talking about out there?
Andrea: Mother Theresa!
We are very stupid people. Very stupid indeed.
Monday, January 5, 2004
08:09 a.m.
Always thought I'd rather be Considered Lucky than Good...
SR-71. Whoo.
Anyway, my month of unintentionally hurting myself continues. About 30 seconds ago I accidentally punched the door. My poor knuckles. T_T Oh, and I cut myself on a lime zester yesterday.
And now I go to intentionally hurt myself. That's right. It's back to school time. ~whimpers~
Saturday, January 3, 2004
07:20 p.m.
Breathe in for Luck
music: Hands Down- Dashboard Confessional
I return. New years was surprisingly uneventful, considering I've never spent it with a friend before. [/admission of pathetic things]
Things started off in the parking lot of a meat shop, waiting for a guy C met on a walkie talkie-thing, then spiralled towards the other side of the river and a druggie-type party, and came to rest in C's room, where we watched The Last Unicorn and ate candy. If that description still makes you want more details, then you are either a sad, sick little puppy... or one of my friends.
Anyway, here to do this quiz I stole from a livejournal. Yay.
1. What did you do in 2003 that you'd never done before?
There are a few, but I think the best one might just be: I finished a full-length novel! I'll get over that sooner or later.
2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I don't really think I had any. And if I did? Oh yeah, they're broken.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
My cousin's wife and my grandmother's cat.
4. Did anyone close to you die?
Unless you count the untimely putting down of my puppy, no.
5. What countries did you visit?
...Canada. And possibly bits of the US. I forget.
6. What would you like to have in 2004 that you lacked in 2003?
Cuddling. ~nods~ The world needs more of that. And fewer clowns.
7. What date from 2003 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
May 31st, the night I finished my rough draft. And July 2nd, at the Warped Tour with C and Katelynn.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Getting through grade eleven without committing ritual suicide. Landing the Column. Getting a certain note from C that she probably doesn't remember.
9. What was your biggest failure?
Losing a friend to my ego.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Insomnia count?
11. What was the best thing you bought?
Tomorrow by SR-71, the first Hellsing manga.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
C's, Katelynn's, Kay's, Sam's and Mel's (here's to ugly orange carpets)
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Kimiko-chick's. Murray's.
14. Where did most of your money go?
Anime, presents, DDR.
15. What did you get really excited about?
Warped Tour, summer, new band teachers, finishing books (mine and other people's).
16. What song will always remind you of 2003?
Jungle Love- Steve Miller Band, and The Spicey McHaggis Jig- Dropkick Murpheys.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder?
Hm... though question. It's been both the best year and the absolute worst. "Best of times and worst of times," how Dickens. Maybe happier. I think I know more about what's important. But I do have a cum review due three days after I get back... and I haven't started. T_T
18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
My math homework. Sigh.
19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
My math homework. O.o;;
20. How will you be spending Christmas?
Was at my Mum's in the morning, and my Dad's for the evening.
21. Did you fall in love in 2003?
Sorta.
23. How many one-night stands?
I went to this little kiosk in the mall one night, and then the next day it was gone. That count? (I'm sorry. Puns run in my family.)
24. What was your favorite TV program?
CSI and Without a Trace (I am a slave to the Bruckheimer..)
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
Yes, but she's moving back to... Michigan? I forget. Anyway, the joke's really on her.
26. What was the best book you read?
Lady Knight, by Tamora Pierce, and too many David Eddings books to name.
27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Dashbpard Confessional and the Shins.
28. What did you want and get?
Books, FF X, a better band teacher, inner balance (ish).
29. What did you want and not get?
A machete, good math grades, sleep.
30. What was your favorite film of this year?
Pirates. Or Bend it Like Beckham. Or Mambo Italiano. Or Bollywood Hollywood. Or RotK. Cuz, Faramir, man. Covered in oil.
31. What did you do on your birthday?
Hung out in Manitoba. Ate cake. Made up 'hit' rap songs with my cousin.
32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Not going to one of the best cast parties I've ever gone to. Weird, ne?
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2003?
Treading the fine line between 'Arty University Loser' and 'Pretentious Indie Fuck'.
34. What kept you sane?
Oddly enough, the one friend I've never met face to face: Kay. And vitamin C.
35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Queen Latifah, David Wenham, and Johnny Depp.
36. What political issue stirred you the most?
'Bitch and Whine about Gay Marriage Year,' Canada's version of 'Marriage Protection Week.' And Ralph Klein's pie in the face. Heh.
37. Who do you miss?
Argh... I don't wannna say it. Fine. Murray. And Dave. I miss watching Andre make gooey eyes. ^_^
38. Who was the best new persons you met?
It said 'person' I pluralized it. Aurelius, Helen, Mel. (Kay, if I met you last year, you're on this list, but I can't remember.)
39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2003.
Talking to yourself in a car can sort out all your problems. DDR is god. Hats are fun. Dan never tells you what she thinks of your work.
40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
"Doom, doom, doom, doooooom..."
-Gir.
Wednesday, December 31, 2003
01:30 a.m.
MOO!
music: Cabin Fever- Muppet Treasure Island
Well, tonight's short-notice column is done. Yay. And, in an unusual move, I'm posting it here, because it has cows and country living, and I know at least one person who doesn't get the paper can kind of relate. And because I'm too impatient to link to the News website when it goes up Saturday. ^_^;;
It's All Relative
Life's transformations are amazing sometimes. One day, you can be a regular old, blue-haired, column-writing, city-dwelling teenager. The next, you can be chasing an escaped cow around a barnyard.
People always like to blame gross changes of character on friends, peer pressure or the media. Of course, everything from violence in society, to the death of houseplants is the media's fault these days, so that's nothing new. But it's time to stop passing the buck. Let's put the blame back where it belongs: on our relatives.
Maybe it's the ugly polyester sweater that your Great Aunt Martha, twice removed, gave you for your birthday. Sure, it may be an unflattering colour and it may itch, but it still gets dragged out of the closet once or twice a year, when you have to go to a family gathering. Perhaps you'll sit through a marathon showing of ‘60 Minutes', just because it's your Great Great Great Grandfather's favorite show.
Or, if you're like me, you may end up helping your grandparents chase down an escaped cow and find yourself yelling, "Moo!" at the top of your lungs for no helpful reason. I'd like to see a video game have that effect on society. No, only family bring out the true craziness in a person's soul.
I was reminded of this when I went back to Manitoba for Boxing Day and spent some quality time with my first cousin, once removed. At this point I would like to mention that I do not normally spend my free time at the mall, picking up girls. But what was I doing on December the 27th?
Sitting in the food court of the Brandon mall, listening to a detailed lecture on how to pick up girls, while at the mall. And, as a side note for the girls, if a boy comes up to you and asks you the time, then proceeds to sit down a start a conversation, there's a pretty good chance he's hitting on you. Normally, such a lecture would have had me rolling my eyes. Well, actually, this lecture did have me rolling my eyes, yet I listened to all of it. The magic of family at work once again.
But maybe all this strangeness has its place, however warped it may be, in our society. Fir instance, the next time I need to chase down an escaped cow, I'll try walking up to it first and asking it the time.
C came over tonight and we watched Sinbad, another in the series of excellent Dreamworks movies for 10-17 year-old geeks, that's been critically panned. Though personally I say bravo to the animators for making a young adult animated movie that doesn't seem to talk down to its audience too much.
Also talked to Katelynn, who sounded way happier than she did last time we spoke and is just as confused about what is due for Bio as the rest of us.
Final Fantasy X continues to eat my brain and my free time.
Invader Zim is my god.
I think I have to move to Ottawa over Halifax, if only because Robin Fucking Black and the IRS play a lot at this bar there called Zaphods. Zaphod being the name of one of the main characters in The H2G2, five book trilogy by my patron saint, Douglas Adams.
...damn, must keep math grade up, then. ~sulks~
Anyway, bed commanding I pay some attention to it. G'night.
Monday, December 29, 2003
08:34 p.m.
Spam-the other green meat
Prithee, Sire, now thou art king,
Let us enjoy this Viggo thing.
Of trolls and elves and Ents you know,
And ancient evil down below.
You've been to war; now you've come back.
You got fair Arwen in the sack.
Of Hobbits you have seen the last.
(Adios, Frodo, it's been a blast!)
As Peter Jackson sits around
For Oscar night in Tinseltown,
The cycle's done, the ring is wrung;
The last of Tolkein has been sung.
But Viggo's here -- and what a hunk!
With eyes to make a maiden drunk.
Writing, painting, multi-tasking,
And just in case his fans were asking,
We won't have to sit and parch;
Hidalgo's coming out in March.
-From People Magazine
You know, sometimes I don't know whether to be amused... or scared. Really, truly and horribly scared.
Anyway, I'm officially back now, with time to actually spend online. (in between rabid bouts of playing Final Fantasy 10) Christmas was good, except my Dad's family is full of chain smoking, gossiping, cannibalistic mountain men. Ok, the last bit is stolen from Wrong Turn and isn't true. At least, it hasn't happened when I've been around.
Got lots of good haul, Tarot cards from Cheri, a camera from Dad, the new Tamora Pierce novel, a Dashborad Confessional CD and Chicago on DVD from Mum. Also finally got the photos from Halloween developed. This is all I have to say:
Poor Manfred, his pumpkin-y shell shall remain forever within our hearts, as well as at the bottom of the cliff we threw him off of.
I think I need to do some writing. God damn it...
Have an urge to work on some world building, but must finish C's fic first. Yes. And must definitely not chuck the whole writing thing and go play more Final Fantasy X. Right...
Monday, December 29, 2003
11:17 a.m.
Yes!
Finally!
...oh yeah. I'm home. Hi.
Saturday, December 27, 2003
10:33 p.m.
3 Second Update
I have thin mints. Ye-es... precious...
Anyway, in Manitoba at my aunt's for the last couple of days. Happy Christmas and Merry Ambiguous Winter Holiday to everyone. I'll be home late tomorrow so mark your calendars.
Oh, and Katelynn, I hope you're doing ok. ~hugs~ Love ya, girl. And also, just to piss you off, I bought SR-71's cd today. ^___^
Heh...
G2g.
Lata.
Wednesday, December 24, 2003
11:12 a.m.
The Eve (of Destruction)
music: Love and Joy- Love Hina
The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz
Is this better or worse than lucky dice, Katelynn?
 free enneagram test
Good times... Anyway, that's enough quiz spam for one morning.
Went watersliding with Dan, Stephen and Katelynn last night, which was a lot of crazed, dunking fun. Until they shut the slides down at 9:30. In the middle of the Christmas break. WTF?
Yeah, the bad-typing faeries have sucked out my brains and now control my will. Shut up.
Mmm... peaches.
Anyway, wrote something like 5 pages yesterday, which means that the Everworld holiday fic is 1/2 done. God, writing Jalil is hard. And somewhere along the way Ganymede turned into a flamer. Though considering that in the series he's the immortal gay lover of a Greek god, the transition isn't all that strange.
^_^;;;
Oh, linkage. Right.
Ye Merry Gentlemen
BTW: Thanks for beta-ing, Katelynn.
Anyway, back on track, hung out at Stephen's until one after he drove everyone else home. Fixed something for him in Kingdom Hearts, watched the second episode of Love Hina and played Vice City.
God help me, I love Grand Theft Auto. We had a tank. I stole a boat. Stephen showed me how to cut the heads off of passing motorists.
Yeah, just another evening in the life of the modern, North American teengaer. Is this a Michael Moore documentary?
Monday, December 22, 2003
06:15 p.m.
Somewhere a Whip must be Cracking...
music: School of Rock- Jack Black
I should be writing. Again. Why oh why did I structure it so that I have at least 10 pages of lit to finish in the next 3 days?
Ah well, the eventual mental breakdown should be interesting. Maybe we'll videotape it and make a documentary. Anyway, Katelynn and Christiana are coming over in about 1/2 an hour to exchange pressies and watch videos. I have British movies about soccer and East Indian traditions (yes, all at once). F34R me.
Monday, December 22, 2003
03:14 p.m.
Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
AHHHHHHH!!!!
KILTS!!!
Monday, December 22, 2003
02:18 a.m.
6 down, 6 to go...
music: Hands Down- Dashboard Confessional
Well, I wrote over 3 pages of C's Christmas pressie tonight. And Frell's ended up with a little part after all. North Pole villages are evil.
Random Excerpt:
The doors had only opened a minute ago at most, but the building was already thick with shoppers. Somewhere a child was throwing a temper tantrum because his mother wouldn't buy him an ice cream cone for breakfast. An old man had just tripped a pregnant woman with his cane. The mall intercom was blasting a muzak version of an old Nat King Cole tune.
There, in the thick of all of it, was Francis Bell Radlen. Who had decided it was most definitely time to find religion, because hell was almost certainly like the scene he was staring down right now. Especially since he would be pulling back a red velvet rope in thirty seconds, allowing the twenty thousand kids already lined up behind it a chance to have their picture taken with Santa Claus...
I think when this is done I'm going to have to put it up somewhere, or simply offer it up to anyone who'd like to read it. It's become a really fun project.
Anyway, my goal is at least 12 pages (the first half) by Christmas. Plus my EW story, which I think is going to be either a 2-parter or one really long one-shot. We'll see.
So much to write, so little juice...
So it goes.
Night!
Sunday, December 21, 2003
11:08 p.m.
Whew.
Guess what movie I saw tonight...
So, new blog layout done.
All pics courtesy of Maiden of Rohirrim, a most excellent site. I have a very lovely set of Eowyn stuffs. If only I could get some Faramir to go with it... mmmm... tasty.
fellowship: Christiana Samwise Katelynn Mel Kay
tell the world: with reveiws with e-mail at DeviantArt
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