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MY MOOD:
NAME: Call me what you want, just don't call me late for supper!
PEOPLE CALL ME: Kiri, FX, and "Hey! You!"
I AM: 18, A Student, an employee, a daughter, and a nut
I LIKE: Chocolate, Taco Bell, Mercedes Lackey books, Fantasy books in general, RPing, LOTR, and boys
I DON'T LIKE: My DM, long boring days, Math, and living so far away from all of my friends
REACH ME AT:
Foxtrot Xray
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Kiri
Special FX: The Archives
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Tuesday, March 4, 2003
02:26 p.m.
Howdy to all! Wow, it's been a while since I did an actual post.
Ok, well in news, you are reading the blog of the newest opinion writer for the IWCC campus newspaper, The Rover. Gee, me writing opinion stuff. Does it get any better?
But wait, there's more! I'm also hoping to get to be a writing tutor for work study. (which means, I tell kids to fix their grammar in their papers and get paid for it! Whee!) I gotta go talk to a lady, and I hope I can do it as work study.
So, going back to the Rover thing. I think my first article is going to be on Piggyback classes. (Piggybacks are where you take two classes in one semester to get them over with. Like Pre-Al and Intro-Al. 8 weeks of each, going every day, etc.) Since I'm in a Piggyback and we're just coming out of our first 8 weeks, I figure it's a good time to do that article. I've also got the go on doing a review on the play that the school is doing: "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum" There was another girl that wanted to do it, but she's in the show, and the teacher sponsor wants someone that can be a bit more objective. So, enter me... Heat G is gonna kill me... hell, she already wants to kill me. (Something about I was saying I thought I could do better in the show than her, blah blah, she heard it from Mel, who supposedly heard it from me, but I never said that. What I did say was that some people were telling me they thought I would have done a better job. Oi! So, Heat G is pissed at me, and I can tell. We don't see each other often, but when we do, brrr... can someone turn up the furnace! It's cold. Rather ironic that I call her Heat G when she can be so cold!)
In other news, I have a new current addiction: Daft Punk. It's a techno band from Europe. I know, I like techno, I'm such a geek! Get over it. I also like Anime. Daft Punk, rather than plastering their faces all over the media with their music videos and such, use Anime cartoons and build a story with their music and the animation. They also wear masks and stuff on stage, and there are tres few pics of their faces anywhere (like you cannot find them on the web at all, hello?) You gotta respect guys that give their music all the attention and don't take any for themselves. Makes me almost think there might still be a few decent musicians out there.
Erg... someone remind me to arc in a few days after people have gotten a chance to read this...
Friday, February 28, 2003
10:00 p.m.
Blue Eyes
What Color Eyes Should You Have?
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Hear that, ma? I'm dumb and I drool... oh joy. I should really retest, oi.
Friday, February 28, 2003
09:49 p.m.
More quizzy stuff! Yay!
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You're the Care Bear cheerleader! Your spunky personality and optimisim lifts everyone's spirit. Though you want everyone to be happy, you stand your ground on issues you feel strongly about and this can bring disunity among your friends. Despite this, you are a true believer in working together. | |
Ok, nothing against Cheerbear, but I have a negative connotation with the word cheerleader. La Oi.
Tuesday, February 25, 2003
11:42 a.m.
I think it's official. I have no more friends in the area. Jo hasn't made an effort to call since she left and I just called Shawn and he didn't seem to remember that I existed... Dennie and Jenny-Bean are too busy with stuff, and I have no one else. Any one I talk to in school I talk to in class and once we leave the class room I don't exist. I guess I'm just not good enough to have friends.
Oh well. I have school, and I have work, and I have my OL Friends. Who needs IRL friends? Not me!
Now if only I could convince myself of that...
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
12:02 a.m.
Ok, so I've been doing some thinking lately. About a lot of stuff.
Stuff #1: I'm a Feminist. No, not a Feminazi. I do NOT beleive that all men are assholes, motherhood is a crime against women, and marriage is legal slavery. When I say that I'm a Feminist I mean that I agree that women should be treated as equals and partners. Pay discrepencies for instance. If the work is top notch, why should a person get paid more or less because of their sex? Gender stereotyping is another thing that bugs me. When a person says Nurse or Teacher, you automatically think of a woman in the office. When Doctor or CEO is mentioned it's automatically associated with a male. And yet it's fairly common knowledge that there are both males and females excelling in all of the aforementioned feilds. I just don't get it.
Another thing that I'm getting very upset about is society's portrayal of women. If you look around it's no wonder that the USA has the highest percentage rate of crimes against women in the world. I mean, our society portrays women as sex in almost everything. Look at a magazine cover, CD case, billboard, MTV, anywhere. All you see is female flesh plastered all over the media, and boys will grow up with that burned into their mind's eye and as men have some difficulty seeing women as anything but objects of lust. Is that true in every case? No, but it's a big part of it.
More thoughts on that as I think it over more.
Stuff #2: I'M LONELY!!!!! Cupp just got married, Jo's engaged and Lis has Rick. (Please note that I love you all very dearly, but I will fully admit: I'm soooooo Jealous) Why did God leave me out when he went through the rolls of giving out decent guys? Am I not deserving of a guy who's not a jerkoff? Are the only guys who are ever going to be interested in me ones that will try to feel me up on the first date and then lie about me when we break up? Should I just take vows now since I'm obviously never going to have a guy that is worthy of me? Did God know that the rapture was going to happen before I could get married and stuff so he just didn't make anyone for me? Did I just miss that day in class when we discussed "Catching A Mate Who's Not A Complete Jackass"? Apparently, because I can tell you that being myself ain't working worth a damn.
It's just so depressing to think that I may never have a Love and get married and have kids. I want a husband, and I really want kids. Esspecially a little boy. I want a son. God! Am I not worth this? Am I the only one who won't be able to fufill my dream which is everyone else's given?
Am I not worth my dreams?
Saturday, February 15, 2003
09:18 p.m.
Oi...
Just, oi.
I hurt so bad right now... You never realize how heavy a cheese tray is until you have to carry it from table to table offering it to the "Lords" and "Ladies" while doing a sort of half bow. Needless to say my back, arms, and shoulders are a mass of stiff aching muscles.
Note to self: Go see masseuse.
In other news, I was hit on all night by a pedophilic bard. And in unison: EWWWWWWWW! Seriously, this moron was old enough to be my dad. ::shudder:: I'm still twitching. He gave me his card and told me to call him. HA! Yeah, right. I tore it up and threw it away the moment he left the wedding. I shoulda burned it. Ah well.
(In case you havn't picked up on this yet: I worked as a serving wench at a Medival wedding last night and just as a sidelight: I was soooooo born in the wrong time period.)
So, other than having to deal with a bard whose tastes run to those barely into adulthood and cheese trays that gave me a new respect for what the women of the day had to serve, it was really a fun night. I liked dressing up as a wench and even serving to an extent. Just think of the arm and back muscles I could build up doing that!
So, that was my valentine's day.
Why are only the freaks, geeks, and weirdos attracted to me? Is it too much to ask for a nice guy who's not a total jackass? Apparently.
And again I say "Oi."
Friday, February 14, 2003
11:40 p.m.
I am soooo tired. I was a serving wench at a medival wedding tonight. I'll blog the details tomorrow.
Amber: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Sorry I didn't get ahold of you, but you were gone when I called early this evening and I got home late. I sowwy! I didn't forget you, promise. Love and kisses, etc. Happy BDay!
Thursday, February 13, 2003
12:41 a.m.
Valentine's Day. Possibly the most over commercialized holiday in history. (Second only to Christmas, but that's another rant) Why do we, as a human race, set aside one particular day to focus on the ones we love? It seems to me that we should be expressing our feelings towards one another on a daily basis, not just once a year. (Or is that just me being odd again?)
Red hearts. Lace doilies. Pink flowers. Purple glitter...
Ok, I like hearts as much as the next person. Even flowers don't bug me. And glitter can be fun. It's the pink and the doilies and the overall mood of V-Day. People stressing over this gift or that. Oi! People! Grab a box of LOTR valentines, hand them out to 30 people you know and have done with it!
Granted, my entire opinion of V-Day will probably change once I have someone to share it with, but due to the fact that I have never once had a true Valentine I'm starting to get sypathetic looks from my co-workers and friends. It's really rather depressing.
But I'll never like doilies.
It's hard to pin point why I dislike V-Day so. It could be because of all the couples that seem to pop up out of no where last a week and as soon as the big Feb 14th is past their "forever love you" vows and googly eyes are turned to ladies room gossip "Oh, what a jerk! Did you know that he..." while touching up the ever present mask of doom (AKA Make-up) Of course it could be that it's the "Most romantic day of the year!" or so says every jewelery merchant, lingerie sales-person, and car dealer this side of the atlantic ocean.
It could also have something to do with the fact that it comes right smack dab in the middle of tax-season. When people not only don't have money, but they're still spending it anyway and this is just another excuse to spend it.
I really shouldn't rag on the american public like this... really. I shouldn't. Oh well. I will.
Suffice to say that V-Day is a waste of time, effort, money, and red epoxy. And Doilies should never have been invented. Never.
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MY FRIENDS ARE:
Amber
Dagger
Jooky
I ENJOY GOING TO:
Tomato Nation
LOTR
Realm of Al
Yahoo
Omaha.com
MY LANDLORD:
Pitas
I AM ENSLAVED BY:
Things Remembered
MY FAVORITE AUTHORS ARE:
Andre Norton
Mercedes Lackey
Tamora Pierce
Piers Anthony
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