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MY MOOD:
NAME: Call me what you want, just don't call me late for supper!
PEOPLE CALL ME: Kiri
I AM: 19, 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 job, long boring days, Math, and living so far away from all of my friends
REACH ME AT:
Kiri
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Tuesday, August 5, 2003
12:04 p.m.
Dammit, someone shoot me and end my misery. It's not worth it. It's really not worth it at all.
I apply like a good little girl. I even apply early. But what happens? I still get a penance! A pitty amount! Not nearly enough to cover my tuition, let alone books! Didna get any scholarships, though god knows I applied for some. No grants either. Just a stupid loan that's more of a penance so that the government can say that they helped everyone. One more little weight off their guilty conciences. Like they don't already have enough.
DAMN YOU CLINTON ADMINISTRATION!!!!
When my parents were going to colleve, they could just go to the bank and get a loan to pay for their schooling. They didn't hafta go through all this bullshit and paperwork. It's worthless, it's crap! And I hate it!
College is so not worth this. Seriously.
Unfortunately, me being the idiot I am, I'm still gonna go, if I can.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! Maybe Jen's right. Maybe I should just pop out a kid and get everything paid for. The only problem is, who would I sleep with?
Sunday, August 3, 2003
08:50 p.m.
God, I am so sick of the media! Every thrice cursed commercial on TV screams at you: Be skinny! Have hip bones that stick out three miles! Be blonde and moody! Don't be you and you too can have whatever the hell you want. Oh, and while you're at it, buy Pepsi, Old Navy, and Trojan condoms. I'm sick of it.
Let's face it. Advertising isn't about pushing a product. It's about pushing an idea that couldn't be farther from the truth. Under the guise of selling a product (clothing, beer, technology, anything) the media is shoving the idea of what the hell we're supposed to look like and be like. Something I will never be able to be.
I'm a fat german kid. There's no way to soften it. That's just what I am. I have weird eyes and hair that I don't quite remember the natural color, but I think it might be brown. Who I am is completely different, but apparently that doesn't matter because it's what's on the outside that counts, if one was to believe the media. Which far too many people do.
It just sucks how people refuse to think for themselves these days. They're willing to believe whatever the hell they see on TV or in a magazine or whatever. Sometimes I' gotta wonder how we became the dominant species on the planet. Esspecially when we're so easily brainwashed. Oi.
I just don't understand it. Why is the media so intent on making the real world suck even more? It just doesn't make sense. Either they're trying to make their fantasy world into the real world or they're trying to point out just how much the real world sucks. It could be either one, really.
What brought this on? Too many commercial, too little sleep, and a diet of fast food all weekend. Seriously.
Sunday, August 3, 2003
11:26 a.m.
Man. I just... don't know what to say. I had this whole repitoire of witty things to regale you all with today, but it's all... gone. Maybe I just need breakfast. And yes I realize it's almost noon. Shaddup.
So, maybe I'll go get something to eat and get some coffee and maybe my brain will be functioning to some decent degree.
That said, let me plug the new links: Kit and Nick. Basically they're people I've heard tons about from Amber and Dag and they seem pretty cool. On the off chance I ever get to talk to them, they'll likely get moved up. Therefore: Kit! Nick! Talk to me if you want to get promoted! Ha ha. I'm joking...
Dooode! I just remembered what I was gonna talk about. How hard it is to make RP buddies on AIM. When I was on AOL it was easy. I was able to meet Kitty and Tia and Emma and Trina, along with many many others, just by going into an RP chatroom. God I wish I had those days back. Now, I have to hold tight to the RP buds I have and hope for hte best. Damn if that's not a downer.
Ok, that was the only thing. Not near as funny as it was when I thought of it half-concious at 2AM last night. Oh well. I'll come up with something better next time.
Saturday, August 2, 2003
11:21 a.m.
Boy, has it been a long time since I blogged last. I am remiss in my duties as a faithful blogger. Oi.
So, what's new with me? A lot, actually. I have a Hamster now. Her name is Cymry Liadan, Cym for short. And I've come to the conclusion that the Hamster-ball is the best hamster toy ever invented.
So fun.
In other news I bought my first Anime DVD yesterday. Go me! 12 Kingdoms. I would, however, pick a DVD that is just coming out in the US. Go fig. Fortunately, the next one comes out next month. So I buy the Rayearth Ova this month, and at the end of September I can get the new 12 Kingdoms.
Boy, it just takes one to get addicted, doesn't it? Oi...
I am pathetic. Of course, it doesn't take much to make me happy that way either. Give me Pocky, Gatorade, and a nice big collection of Anime DVDs or Manga, and I'm a happy dragon.
It's good to be so easily, if expensivly, entertained.
Ok, onto messages!
Amber
Probably talk to you tomorrow, hun. BTW: I like Outlander, a lot, thus far! Must. Read. Sequels... You little addict-maker you! ::pinch-wiggle cheek::
Dagger
Ah, Daggy. My dear, dear Dagger. Where the hell have you been? LOL, just teasing you. I'll talk to you eventually. BTW, I had the weirdest dream about you, Kit, Amber, and me last night. Apparently it was Amber-con, or we had actually gone ahead and had Kiri-con. It was... weird. But fun. I do hope that that is a dream that comes true someday, lol.
Rick
Hi, Rick. Hope you're having fun at camp. You'll probably read this in like three weeks. lol
Mmm... k. I'm done.
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
09:32 p.m.
What if you had the chance to become whatever you wanted? To be what you never could be. To have what you never could have.
What if you had the opportunity to chance something about you. Anything you wanted. Anything you desired to be different about you was.
Would you take the chance? Could you face the consequences? And live with them for the rest of your life?
Just a thought.
Monday, July 14, 2003
12:08 a.m.
Ok, before I get too wonky to be able to write, I should probably tell people where I was this past evening.
In the hospital.
Now, before you start freaking on me, lemme tell you what happened.
You see, starting this morning my right side was hurting really really bad. (To those of you who don't nessisarily know, the right side is the side that the appendix is on.) I couldn't even sit through church this morning, it hurt so bad. So I went home and tried to sleep it off. No good.
So, Jo came over and we decided to head to the mall and see if I couldn't walk the pain off. No good.
So, we went to church and had them pray over me, but by then it was hurting so bad that I started crying. Jo took me home and mom took me to Mercy, since the Clinics weren't open, and the Jenny Ed emergent care clinic closed at six. So, we go to the Mercy Emergency room.
An hour and a half, a urine test, a blood draw, being interrogated numerous times if there was a chance I was pregnant (and no every time to the point where I wanted to scream "I'm on birth control and a virgin!" at them) and an x-ray later, they come in and tell me nothing is wrong. I'm still in a helluva lotta pain, but according to them, I'm fit as a fiddle, ready to be played. But that doesn't explain the pain in my side, hurting whenever I move or pressure is put on it, now does it?
So, here I am, home again, home again, jiggity jig. They gave me some pain pills that are making me feel very woosey, so I'll be going to bed in about ten minutes or so.
And Tomorrow: Ultra sound to double check. Goody goody goo drops.
Wednesday, July 9, 2003
06:26 p.m.
Ok, for the sake of the fact that I am bored, I'm going to describe my favourite place in the Old Market. Big Brain. It's my tattoo and piercing place.
So, when you first walk in there's a candy machine on your left, a big tan couch next to than and an identical couch on your right. The reception area is big and the walls are covered with local artist works and posters and media on Big Brain Productions. (Sidenote: Smitty has set the Guiness world record for most piercings done in one sitting.) On the counter which is right before you go into the artist's work areas, there are notebooks on the counters displaying the works of the various artists working there. Inside the counter are various rings and barbells. And along one wall there are the flashes of tattoos.
Ok, moving on back, after standing around, looking at flashes and making a general nuisance of myself, to the back where they do their work.
There are about 5 or 6 little venues (I'll call them offices, lol.) These have chairs for the customer to sit in and little tables where their tools are and such (all meticulously sanitized) For tattoo artists, inks are poured into disposable cups and dipped out of from there and the needles are new and clean. If you go in to get a tattoo they'll clean and shave the area that you're getting tattooed before working. They also wash their hands and wear gloves. They'll tell you to sit very still and off they go.
Now, in my experience getting a tattoo is like getting a very back sunburn on line at a time. Doesn't hurt much. It's a bearable pain, but make sure that you have something to squeeze, a stress ball or a best friend's hand.
Now, The Piercing Chair is much the same. All the needles and rings are meticulously cleaned and sanitized. They wear gloves and wash their hands. It's very much like a sanitary medical setting, only your doctor doesn't usually have a 2G ring hangng from his septum. Ha Ha.
The thing you have to remember about getting pierced is that by the time it hurts it's too late to do anything about it anyway, so you might as well finish it out. They clamp off the area so that they can hold it still, mark the place they'll poke, stick the needle in and it's practically done. And by then the part that hurts it over, so you might as well let him put in the ring, or you're just weird.
And that is Big Brain Productions.
Now maybe dad'll believe me when I tell him that Big Brain is clean and a good place to go.
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MY FRIENDS ARE:
Amber
Dagger
Jooky
Rick
Ammy
PEOPLE I WISH WERE MY FRIENDS:
Kit
Nick
I ENJOY GOING TO:
Tomato Nation
LOTR
Realm of Al
Yahoo
Omaha.com
MY LANDLORD:
Pitas
I AM ENSLAVED BY:
Dial America
MY FAVORITE AUTHORS ARE:
Andre Norton
Mercedes Lackey
Tamora Pierce
Piers Anthony
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