Wednesday, October 3, 2001
02:25 a.m.
living in america at the end of the millenium, leave your conscience at the tone...
I'm going to see Rent!! This is all my 'mouto-chan's fault, really... I was just going to rip "La Vie Boheme" from my roommate's CD, but no, I ended up getting the whole thing. And love it. I'm going to NYC at the end of the month to see my 'mouto, see Rent, and eat at the Life Cafe!! [dances maniacally] I haven't been this excited about seeing a play in a long time. XD
Monday, October 1, 2001
06:47 p.m.
i consider it to be a failure to help those who need it...
Wow, three posts in one day, I'm on a roll...
I tried to give blood today. Emphasis on the word tried, because I was not successful. I have to have veins that are deeper than hell, or comperable to an 80-year-old's [I am not kidding, the specialist who tried to help find them said so], and when they finally found a vein, something started to coagulate right inside the needle, and it hurt so badly, I almost cried and I couldn't continue. Wow, do I feel like a loser. Anyone who donates blood in the next few months are doing it because they are thinking about the WTC and Pentagon attacks and I can't even do something as stupid as suck it up and deal for the people who were injured and/or lost their lives. Plus, now my arm hurts like a motherf*cker, I can't use it, and I have nothing to make myself feel better about it. If I had managed to give blood, I could say, "well, yeah it hurts, but I did good today." Can't do that now. I don't know what hurts more, my arm or my conscience/pride/heart.
Monday, October 1, 2001
04:47 a.m.
and i'm not kidding...
I added some blogs to my voyeurism section. The blogs/journals there are really just for my amusement, but I can't stop you from looking. ^-^ However, one of them there is for my little sister, and if anyone harasses her, and I mean in the littlest way, and I find out about it, I will personally make sure your ability to reproduce/walk/talk/think is forever halted. And I mean it. She's my little sister, my best friend and my favorite person in the world. I'd give her two kidneys.
Monday, October 1, 2001
04:30 a.m.
I should tell you, I'm disaster...
I've got a stupid song from a car commercial stuck in my head. It goes like: "all i wanna do is to thank you, even though i don't know who you are. you let me change lanes, when i was driving in my car..."
I love my twisted mind. I've managed to come up with my own history of the vampires and figure out why the fey would prefer Eastern countries [i.e. Japan] to the West in general. Why do I do this? Because I need to figure out the background for my current obsession, Miki Kanatachi. He is a stubborn, self-absorbed, egotistical sociopath, and I am in love with him. Plus, he is mine, I made him up, crafted his personality and everything. I know him, body and soul, and wow, did that sound wrong. Especially because he's gay... ^_~ I'm totally in love with him as a character. I would kill him if I had to actually live with him, and I have no idea why Yan hasn't yet. Ah well... Yan's got problems of his own. My biggest problem is trying to get around the emotional dysfunction of my two main characters and figure out how I can get them in bed together.
It's not going to happen for a long time. [sighs]
Fear sucks. It really does. I can see nothing positive or constructive about being afraid of something. Fear is the greatest hinderance to creativity in existance. That having been said, I want to make it clear that I am just as much a victim of it as anyone else. I want to show above characters & their story to so many people, but god knows what they'll think of me when I do. My mother read the first couple prelim chapters and changed the swear words, not understanding that I needed them... she'll have a heart attack if she found out her daughter is writing gay fiction. However, if my boyfriend can handle it, she might be able to....
New Topic: I love the soundtrack to Rent. It's giving me ideas for wallpapers. Not Good. >D
and why the hell am i freakishly awake at 4:30 in the morning?!?!?!?!
Tuesday, September 25, 2001
01:07 a.m.
Please wipe feet here. Thank you and have a nice day.
I would like to know when I contracted this annoying funk of martyrism that I'm currently suffering from. Where my boyfriend's concerned, I've really turned into some kind of penitient, where I'm just causing myself more frustration and hurt by telling him everything's okay and that, sure, even though I am furious at certain members of your family for inadvertantly keeping me from seeing you for five months, but I understand. I want to know where I learned that word, and why I am suddenly becoming a masochist because of it. Maybe I'm channelling fanfic uke-Ken. Hurt me more (insert name here), it's okay because I understand. Ugh, I'm not liking myself right now.
Friday, September 21, 2001
04:35 p.m.
Praxis: Rub and Peas!
Praxis: RUB AND PEAS!!
Praxis: RUB AND PEAS!!
My friends are such dorks. ^_^
Professors who accept email are evil. They tell me that since I missed the announcement about my assignment, I can just email it to them. This means I can sit in front of my computer, supposedly writing my paper and then *click*, I open a browser window and lose all hope of ever completing my assignment. I have magpie syndrome to the nth degree. So much so that my monitor is shiny enough to distract me and turn me into a mindless, drooling idiot. [Note, it's not the computer that is evil, it is my professors. I perform projection of the worst kind.]
My paper was due yesterday. I still don't have it done.
Tuesday, September 18, 2001
05:26 p.m.
Yami no chikara wo himeshi kagi o... shin no subete o ware no mae ni... keiyaku to... mo Touya ga meijiru... RELEASE!!!
If this incantation seems wrong to you, there's a reason. And yes, I meant it that way. >:D
Sunday, September 16, 2001
06:45 p.m.
It's amazing how you can go from super-hayaan to wishing you could just hide under the bed in a little under 24 hours. *sigh* Real life is too damn complicated at times.
fbakws will be up again tomorrow, after being blacked out for five days. That will give me something to do tomorrow, since I'm so far behind on the re-archiving of the fanfic archive, it's not even funny. And I'm still trying to figure out how to get images on this site, since geocities is a pain and won't let me link to my images off-site. I have a really neat [at least I think so] Setsuna layout, and I can't use it!
< rant mode >
Seimaden is too pretty. God, I hate being broke... Incidentally, I would love to know what the Japanese are smoking, and why can't they share with American comic people. If they could be half as creative as the Japanese mangaka, it would be amazing. As it is, most mainstream American comic artists are obsessed with masked superheroes with one-dimentional personalities and courtesy breasts. Let's face it, most American comics are a boys-only club, and there's almost no outlet for women. X-men had some cool female characters, but being an X-men fan means that you have to keep straight the billion incarnations of most of the main cast, plus the many many visitors from outer space, the future, and the past. Oi, no thanks. I'm having enough trouble with Clover.
< /rant mode >
Saturday, September 15, 2001
12:59 p.m.
Initial D is the coolest anime I've seen in a long time. The art is not even that bad, the Takahashi brothers are definitely attractive enough to lure women to the series. ^_~ Now that I've been shallow, I do want to say that it is a very entertaining series, even if I don't understand all the car stuff. And actually, the people I've watched it with, guys no less, can't understand why they like it so much either.
I'm sure most people in the US have gotten these two pieces in emails, they're a pretty popular forward; I think I've gotten each about six times. However, I've coded them so I can keep them, and I just want to share:
America: The Good Neighbor
Miami Herald: Editorial to the Terrorists Responsible
I love my country and I wouldn't want to live anywhere else, but I have to admit that I'm not normally this patriotic. In fact, all this flag waving and displaying makes me feel a little awkward because I'm pretty sure that in a month, most of those people who are flying those flags will have taken them down and they'll go on about their daily lives. It would be nice if that weren't the case though. But the two articles I've posted here are just very eloquent, poignant and probably sum up the feelings around the country and most of the free world. The Canadian guy is just nice, I wish I could thank him for being so supportive. For the Miami Herald piece, I usually don't like what Leonard Pitts has to say, but for once, I think he's speaking for the entire nation.
Friday, September 14, 2001
06:21 p.m.
Today has definitely been a good day. I'm feeling better than I have all week, thanks to my friends. I managed to hook Anna on Cardcaptor Sakura, if only because Touya and Yukito are so unbelieveably sweet. She's a romantic nut, and a yaoi fanatic. Can't ask for a better combination than that, imho.
It's also conversations like this that make me laugh, and help me feel better:
Me: mou... i want to see Boku no Sexual Harrassment....
Rose: Boku no...???
Me: you heard me...
Me: koyasu's in that too
Rose: good lord
Rose: I seriously begin to wonder about that man
Me: hehehe... well, you remember Midorikawa saying the guy was a fruit basket...
Rose: hehe... yeah, I do
Rose: "He, uh, really likes my 'cute voice...'"
Me: he's like the king of the yaoi series... with seki-sama under him....
Me: heheh
Rose: oh, god... that was SO WRONG
Me: hehehe, i know *sprouts devil horns and little wings*
Rose: now I have to draw that ^_~
Me: cool!!! *hops around, swinging her pitchfork*
Rose: heehee
Boy, what a day to start out the weblog. I guess it's partially why I started this, because I want to be able to put my thoughts down. My page is blacked out until Monday, my feeble little personal memorial to the people who died and will die until they clean everything up. Monday is also the day my sister will be returning to New York City, she was so shaken that my aunt is bringing her home today. My poor family... doesn't help that I live in DC, everyone was panicking about me too, even though I live across the city from the Pentagon. The only thing I had to worry about was getting creeped out when the planes flew overhead. They were military planes and they were there to keep watch, but it was still weird to hear planes in the sky when we knew there weren't supposed to be any.
I hope they found out who did this. If it's Bin Laden, then great, I hope they finally can bring him to justice. The Taliban can either assist the US in finding him, or they can feel the concequences of harboring a mass murderer.