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Name: Guess. Go on. I won't stop you.
Psuedonym: Dagger. Dag, if you like.
Contact: Dagerswift@aol If you can't figure out that a .com goes at the end of that, I probably don't want mail from you anyway. ^_~
I dig: taekwondo; creating/appreciating music, art, or literature; fedoras; the air after a snowfall; good conversation; Indian and middle eastern food; rice; brown paper packages tied up wi- oh, hell.
Sucks to: people who confuse debate with shouting the same opinion/phrase over and over, raw cauliflower, hateful rap/punk/etc., a compulsively fast-paced and unemotional society
Location: the Chicagoland area
the beast what ate me: the book
They give me cardboard box to live in:
Pitas.com
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Monday, January 20, 2003
11:39 a.m.
listening to: "Lacrymosa" -- Mozart
Been good lately. A thriftshopping trip yesterday secured me a turntable/radio/cassette/8-track player, minus any sort of speakers, for $ 5.99. I've been holed up in my room with this baby, the quarter-inch jack headphones, and albums of opera, merrily whiling away many an hour. I predict this unit will remain my good, good friend well into college. Said trip also produced an absolutely lovely dark-purple dress for the turnabout dance this week. It looks to be a wonderful time. ^_^
Finally recuperating from flu, thank goodness. My book is at 7 or so pages, with my deadline of 20 by the end of the month looming before me like some primeval behemoth. I just know I'm going to be up until midnight on the 31st, scrivening in a half-mad haze of fear and caffine. Unless I, y'know, actually manage to hit a pocket of inspiration and churn out a lot in the next few days. But hopes for this remain slim and cynical.
It's Martin Luther King Day. And I find myself pondering deeply a research paper with the sole purpose of inspecting man's responses to an imposed evil.
Things in real life shouldn't line up like this. Really, they shouldn't. Tuesday, January 14, 2003
06:30 p.m.
listening to: "Get Up Jonah" -- Bruce Cockburn
Ew. Stomach flu. Not fun at all. Missed school today, slept until 2:00 pm. Still feeling monosyllabic and muzzy.
Well, now that it's out, it's out. Kit and I are writing a book. No, this is not the book I was talking about earlier. Yes, this means I am, in fact, writing two books at once (one and a half, technically). Feel free to point and laugh. Or, y'know, just go see our notes, demented ramblings and ravings they are.
In a side note:
Kit: The title of your blog makes me cry. Like a little girl.
Now, back to kleenex. Monday, January 13, 2003
09:18 p.m.
listening to: MTV in the background
Well . . .
*le deep breath*
I've started. The plot is laid out, characters are outlined, world built, and the first few pages of the first chapter are, remarkably, not something I wish to burn on sight.
Remarkable, really. Well done! Soon, I shall have written the 6,810,845th First-Stab Science Fiction NovelTM.
(We are now beginning our descent into typicality, please put all chairs and tables in an upright and locked position)
No, really, I feel pretty good about this. Now if only my dear friends would stop telling me that I should turn the thing into a musical once it's done.
In other news, I made fourth-chair symphonic band. Not bad, considering the absolutely frightening talent of some of the horns.
Synopsis: Life is good. And so is coffee. Wednesday, January 8, 2003
10:14 p.m.
listening to: "Cherry Lips (Go Baby Go!)" -- Garbage
Well, auditions are over. Whew. I think I did fairly well, even if my Db scale cracked a little. ^^;
Little else in local news. Work, work, and more work, both imposed (how I loathe there, English IV AP . . . ) and willing. My big new years' resolution is to have a novel finished by December 31st. And damned if I'm not going to. This is it. No more hiding. I will stand and be heard! I am a creative juggernaut!!!
. . . now if you'll excuse me, the creative juggernaut seems to have some laundry to do. Monday, January 6, 2003
05:42 p.m.
listening to: "Take a Picture" - Filter
Well, semester grades aren't as bad as I would've thought. Worst quarter grade and finals grade both go to Biology AP, where I average out with a solid B-. Which, considering the couse is damned impossible, isn't so heartbreaking as it might be. Thankfully, I'm managing a good A in Calculus BC, which should do well to convince the good colleges who've already accepted me (read: University of Chicago) that, yes, I'm still worth the scholarship money. Speaking of which, I still need to file the FAFSA. Yeeeek.
First day back at school was relatively manageable otherwise. All that worries me now is the band audition coming up on Wednesday. Double yeek.
Sunday, January 5, 2003
09:39 p.m.
listening to: sounds of family in the background
The paper. is. DONE.
Finally. Six pages of high-octane evil, all laid out and ready for the printer. I'm full of knowledge of Albert Camus' The Plague, and still as happy as a little girl. Saturday, January 4, 2003
12:59 p.m.
listening to: "Material Girl" - Barenaked Ladies
I neglect my blog so horribly. Somebody throw it a cookie or something, please.
Alright, quick recap:
school: CRAZY. However, finals are over. Thank heaven for that, at least.
friends: A lifesaver.
Christmas: a lot of fun, running around, and actually hosting Christmas Eve at our house for the first time in years. Among notable presents were brushpens, papers, both hand and full anatomical models, and... *drumroll*
A full-length black leather trenchcoat.
I've been dying of glee ever since.
New Years': Great, a big tropical-themed party I threw with a buddy at her house. All you warm-weather people can now laugh at the sheer absurdity of a bunch of Chicagoan children running around at midnight in winter, wearing shorts, sarongs, bikini tops, and Hawaiian shirts. The police came by. I don't doubt they were convinced we were all high.
Oh, and now have a new boyfriend. Lovely. ^_^
Now, I'm chugging away at a research paper rough draft due Monday. Oog. Later. Saturday, November 30, 2002
04:56 p.m.
listening to: the high-pitched gibbering of subtitled anime in the background
I've archived! Love meeeeee!
Ahem. Yes. Anyway! I've now met Amber. Yes, yes, feel free to express your jealousy. ^-^
She is, in short, too Gosh Darn Cute for words. We shared Pocky and wandered, bantering and giggling insipidly, while our respective families lost themselves in the confines of The Mall. Despite the fact that it was Black Friday, the crowd was manageable, and I had a wonderful time. I can only admire her for putting up with my foolishness for several hours. ^^;;
One of these days, we will escape the cruel confines of society and become . . . Renegade Mall Children! Vagabonds, living only off of stolen Karmelkorn, Orange Julius, and our wits, bane to vendor and shopper alike! *pose*.
Right after I complete my carefree pre-college period of hedonistic excess and debauchery with Kits. A few months, and then I'll take our hot-air ballon right back to Iowa. ^_~
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