Sunday, November 17, 2002
12:42 p.m.

I just checked Frank's blog for the first time since this summer and he's written a bit. And my fur is a bit ruffled.

I'm not going to summarize a whole six months' worth of ranting since you can go ahead and read it for yourself (the link is at the top of the page). But I cannot believe how petty, childish, and superficial he is! And the mind-boggling thing is that he thinks that he actually a very deep person.

"The whole thing sounded like a last ditch effort to get an invitation to my barbecue, but it did show me how little they thought of me as a friend, though and now I'm quite sure that I don't want either of them as one."

'The whole thing' was actually an apology in an effort to be mature and smooth out a misunderstanding that FRANK made worse, not the apologizer. To think that Kalyan and Drew only apologized in a "last ditch effort" to get an invite to his goodbye dinner BBQ (he was going on a 1 year foreign exchange thing to Scotland) is just fucking childish and ridiculous.

I hope you read this, Frank, and please realize that a goodly portion of your friends just went because they realized that not to go would risk you throwing away their friendship as easily as you threw away Drew's, Kalyan's, and Lindsey's. I want to remain your friend, but you can be the most insufferable and childish person I know.



Saturday, November 16, 2002
11:21 a.m.

Yesterday evening after work I stopped by Barnes and Noble to buy a book I want to send to Cindy, and wound up spending $80 on opera cds. I really didn't mean to, but they didn't have the book and after I special-ordered it, I just wandered around looking at random novels until I wandered into the music section.

While B&N may have a scanty selection of contemporary music, their classical collection is excellent. They also have this neat gadget that allows you to scan the UPC of any cd and sample a few music tracks to see if you like the cd.

I was vaguely looking for Renata Tebaldi, the famous soprano, my favorite singer, and picked up a opera compilation cd with several of her performances, and perhaps an opera or two of Verdi or Puccini. I checked out Gregorian chants and picked up a few random cds with which to play with that music sampling gadget I mentioned earlier.

Gregorian chant, while hauntingly beautiful, I figured would probably put me to sleep instead of putting me into a transcendent state of mind.

Then, I tried Sumi Jo. I wound up buying three of her cds. I originally picked up her album because she is Asian, and I thought, "An Asian woman singing opera?" and so was intrigued. I'm glad I did. She has a wonderfully strong and vibrant voice, not the breathy artificiality of Charlotte Church and Sarah Brightman (I know, I know, they're in no sense of the word opera singers, but I'm just using them as examples) with the very transcluent and clear notes that is the reason I like Renata Tebaldi so much. And the amount of emotion that those two women can put into every note! I don't regret spending $80 on all those cds.

People say that trance (my other musical love) and opera have nothing in common with each other, but I disagree. For me, at least, the effect they both have on me are similar or related.

Unlike the difference between pop and opera *cough*Alex*cough*, trance is not mainstream music and those who produce it do not make much money off it unless you're a big-time dj like Christopher Lawrence whose very presence draws people to raves. It is underground music, and most of those who make it do so for the love of music. (Or, at least, they used to.) And that is also true of opera.

Opera and trance are both designed to appeal to one's emotions. Trance makes me want to dance, and makes me feel energized and happy when I listen to it. If I'm tired, then I focus on it and ride up and down on the beat and each note as it comes, and time ceases to matter. (Hence the name, trance). Opera plays on the emotions similarly, but perhaps in a more subtle way. Unlike contemporary music, one does not listen for a beginning, climax, and finally the end. Those parts are there, of course, but that is not the main point of listening to opera. I listen to and hang on every note, letting myself drift with the beautiful melody--transported with bliss, if I may use that soggy cliche. Opera is musical poetry.

It's rather ironic--my mom played opera and classical music all the time when I was a child, and I hated it. It made me carsick. Ironic that I love opera now. I still have limited tolerance for classical music (aside from Mozart and Pachelbel (sp?))...but somewhere in my puberty my opinion of opera changed.

Read Cry to Heaven by Anne Rice or watch Amadeus (a movie relating a fictional biography of Mozart)... they will entertain, and if not entirely true (as far as I know, Cry to Heaven protrays the castrati well enough), they will at least make opera seem cool or understandable. *grin*


Can't sleep, clowns'll eat me....
Saturday, November 16, 2002
01:07 p.m.

I haven't been getting much sleep lately. It is, of course, my fault since I spend entirely too much time reading and I'm pretty bad controlling myself and making myself go to bed when the book is too good to put down. Did I mention that I have to get up everyday around 6:30 am? I go to bed only when the words get too blurry and the book nearly bonks me on the nose, so that's usually around 1 or 2 in the morning. Four hours of sleep isn't good for me, especially if I do it everyday for a week. I know, it's my fault. Hee.

But last night I really couldn't go to sleep. I think it's because Minh went on a road trip down to Agoura Hills (near LA) to help his friend move to Minnesota, so I was all by my lonesome for the first time in a year. It's nice having a warm body with you at night--it's free heating, and a warm teddy bear you can smother occasionally. Anyway, I took a sleeping pill, and even now, at work, it's still working and I'm dozing off.

I'm reading Kushiel's Dart, and that's why I haven't been getting much sleep. Actually, I'm reading it again. It's a very, very good book with excellent writing, plot, and characterization--a fairly rare thing let me tell you, in in the fantasy genre. If you're squeamish about homosexual/sexual issues (but if you're my friend, the odds are, you're not), then I'd avoid reading it. I originally borrowed this from the library after sighing irritably at a couple of Mercedes Lackeys and raising an eyebrow at Robert Jordan. I almost didn't select this book, but I'm glad I did. I'm not going to provide a synopsis, since that just ruins things, but definitely go and read this book.

I'm very hard-up for good literature. I've been so busy this last year that I haven't been able to pursue my reading hobby, but now I'm trying to get back into it. However, I'm out of the loop, and there's so much crap to sift through to find the few gems that it's frustrating. I used to read only the type of books assigned in English class, but now I find myself drawn to genres that aren't so.... depressing. I still admire those novels, but reading those...Their main focus is to examine just how much life sucks and tries to grind you down and there's no point to life, and somehow show in the end that life is somewhat still worth living because of some human connection the main character(s) make. Bullshit, I say. I know well enough from experience that life sucks ass. I don't need a book to tell me that. I found myself getting too morbid, and realized that I'd better find myself another genre to read before I got too existentialist-thinking and killed myself. So, I turned to fantasy. A lot (most) of it's crap, but I'm happy I found this novel.

On another note, I was talking online to my friend Alex and we got around to talking about the differences between our blogs. (If you want to take a look at his, the link's at the top of this page.) His are usually serious, with few anecdotes, and a great deal of political and social commentary. Reading his blog provokes a lot of thought and awareness, and edifies the mind. I really admire that. My blog is, as I told him, purely for entertainment. As I said before, I find life too serious anyway--so when someone reads my blog, I want them to be amused. 'Sides, I have trouble thinking clearly and laying out all my points in logical order with a blinking cursor and blank screen staring back at me. I've always been a longhand sort of person.

My point? There is no real point, I suppose. Well--if you want to be edified and enlightened (or just pissed off *grin*) go read Alex's page. If you want random anecdotes and observations, read mine. Hee.

My teacher keeps giving me A's on my essays that I write in English class, but I don't understand why. Some, I admit, are A papers, since I wrote them weeks in advance and proofread, and etc, but the rest (like, for example, the one I wrote in 45 minutes before the class started) are just crap. I think (I'd like to think otherwise) that he just gives me A's because, compared to everyone else in my class, I'm not as bad as they are. ...If only because I'm not freshman/sophomore level like they are, but junior level and a English major, to boot--and, I've taken most of the upper-level English classes they offer already. It's an English 1A class, the basic GE class everyone has to take, and I put it off until the last minute because I thought that it was rather degrading for me to take it. Ah, well, easy A. I only wish math classes would be as easy. >_<;;

An update-- My turtle got out again. This time he was waiting for me on the floor when I got home. My smart turtle is the one that got sick before. This one is the crazy-ass neurotic one that I rescued from the YMCA...and I think he suffered brain damage or something--why else would he keep trying to escape just for the hell of it? To keep me amused? To go exploring? Gotta get a tank with higher walls. I'm afraid of getting more rocks for the turtles to bask on, cuz he might use them to escape again. But if the walls are too high, he might fall and crack his shell. Thankfully turtles aren't social creatures, otherwise he might've taught the others to escape as well.

...But...what if there's a turtle conspiracy going on? I'm put in mind of the rats of NIMH. Perhaps they speak to each other when I'm not there and steal tools and determine routes of escape, and Lucky's just the scout sent to see if I'm paying attention...



Sunday, November 3, 2002
09:12 p.m.

Lucky just got out again.

I had just finished editing the previous entry when I heard a loud CLUNK and looked over at the noise. Lucky (the red-eared one) was sitting there at the base of the turtle tank and looking smug.

I think some brains are in there somewhere cuz he never seems to try to get out unless I'm around. Perhaps he knows that if he's out of water too long, he'll die.

I think Lucky just gets bored occasionally and decides to escape just for the hell of it, so he climbs on top of the other turtles and levers himself out.

Pesky turtle. >:)



Sunday, November 3, 2002
08:52 p.m.

FUCK!

Remember that PS2 I got? Well, I bought FFX and Devil May Cry for it from Amazon for very cheap, so I'm happy. I didn't buy a memory chip cuz I figgered it'd be about the same price with shipping n handling and all that.

So yesterday Minh came home with a PS2 Sony memory chip I could use... I didn't get a chance to use it until today.

I played for about an hour on FF9 (which Cindy gave to me a year ago ^___^ so I can play this until FFX comes in) before the game FINALLY offered a chance to save my game. So, I tried to save, and... nothing happened.

FUCK!

So, since Minh couldn't get home until after the store closed and we couldn't exchange it right away, I had to turn off my game.... just after I had gotten a lot of cards and fought some fights and made it all the way into the Evil Woods.

So when I finally get a working mem card, I need to replay it all again.

FUCK!



Sunday, October 27, 2002
09:14 a.m.

Whooooooaaaa...

I just went to LA's Monster Massive (a rave) yesterday night. I'm so tired.

I spent the night dancing frenetically and chasing after my friends who, while rolling, like to wander off.

Cindy wore a yellow and white kitty outfit (she was VERY popular cuz she had a big-ass fan to fan random strangers with, and a very furry outfit, which made for a lot of hugging) and she was also rolling, and so apparently went on a personal mission to meet, hug, and fan every single person there. Which made keeping track of her, and walking her to the bathroom, a pain in the ass. *grin*

I wore Cindy's Anji costume, which was really cool and got Cindy a lot of compliments. It was also fun to dance in cuz there's a huge sash that goes around the arms and flares out when you dance so you can do cool things (like flapping) while you dance.

Then Sam was very, very amusing because she was just tripped out, and when she is rolling, she is very, very bossy, obstinate, and....grabby. Cindy and I got mauled while we were dancing with her, and then she bit me and then Brian. Not to cause pain, of course, but I think she liked the idea of chewing something.

Christie and Brian went as vampires in these really cool sweeping cloaks that Christie made (she n Cindy have a whole sewing thing going), but they must have been hot--in addition to cloaks, they were decked out in leather and pleather.

This rave was definitely better than the one in SF. I had so much fun, and made me realize just how much I had needed an opportunity to let loose like this.

On another note, I got a PS2 for my b-day! whooooo!


I vanna tinkle...
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
09:13 p.m.

Hm. There's still about three hours left in the day, but I think it's fairly safe to say....

NOTHING HAPPENED! Dun dun dun....

Which is something not too surprising, let me tell you. If I was a terrorist smart enough to organize and coordinate several simultaneous plane-jackings and crash em into buildings, I think I'd definitely be smart enough to avoid doing ANYTHING on the one day all of America is going, "Ohmygod, something's gonna happen, we better be on Level Orange alert!"

But then... I would also be the terrorist without enough foresight to see that knocking down (or trying to) a couple of American landmarks would majorly piss Americans off and give them the excuse to go and try to stomp me out of existence.

...Did I just talk myself out of my own point? *sigh* Unfortunately, that's one of the few things I'm good at....

On another subject, I miss all of my friends dearly... especially Cindy and Sammy, whom I haven't talked to in ages! And Frank, who's gone off to the wild green yonder to Scotland for a whole year (sniff), and the whole gang, who's gone off to school again... If you guys see this, gimme a call! I miss you guys!



Tuesday, September 10, 2002
10:42 p.m.

Sorry for yet another additon to this blog on the same night, but I just checked a friend's blog and followed a link to this article:

http://www.yellowtimes.org/article.php?sid=628

Suffice it to say that I completely agree.

Certain parts particularly: "U.S. leaders patriotically wave the mighty U.S. Constitution before the hypnotized eyes of the American populace, parade its noble and high moral obligations of equality, self-determination and liberty as the very fundament of the American spirit, and tout U.S. foreign policies as the embodiment of these lofty ideals...this new War on Terrorism attacks only the symptoms and ignores any in-depth investigation and elimination of the underlying causes and grievances that give rise to terrorism in the first place. Hence, it shall ultimately fail, serving to bring us less peace and security, not more... the only reason many Americans are so gung ho for war (for what it's worth, at least that is what the polls tell us) is that we have never experienced the utter and indescribable horror of modern warfare on the soil of our own mainland. We have not suffered mega-ton, uranium depleted bombs raining down on us from on high, army tanks in our streets, artillery fire shattering our lives, cities being laid to rubble and waste with nowhere for us to run or hide, or the bloodied and mangled bodies of our children and loved ones dying in our arms. For most Americans, war has always been a sort of Hollywood-esque abstraction, something "out there" that takes place in other countries."

*sigh* I have a rant about why I disagree with the "War on Terrorism" and the attack on Iraq (ARGH! Stupid Bush! Stupid, stupid, idealistic, unthinking, arrogant Americans!) but that'll come later, maybe in a couple of days. I'm too tired right now to organize a coherent argument. (You're spared for now.) :)


Just an update
Tuesday, September 10, 2002
10:09 p.m.

I just realized that I didn't update anyone on how my sick turtle's doing. (To all of my friends who commented about it to me and wanted to know how she was doing, thank you guys ^_^).

She's healthy again! That's about as far as it really goes--she's eating ravenously again and doesn't let Lucky get away with too much food and sun. ....and that's as good as it gets in the world of a turtle... ^____^

She was my first turtle and is still my favorite, and I'm really glad she's okay now.


~.~
Tuesday, September 10, 2002
09:06 p.m.

I went yesterday to DeAnza (my j.c.) to pay for classes and to get books. And guess how much I spent? THREE HUNDRED FUCKING DOLLARS! Just on books! My math book was one hundred all by itself. *whew* Good thing I had my credit card reactivated by then. It's only for emergencies, and this definitely counted.

Then, school registration fees were about $200, so that's $500 on my credit card so far.

THEN, I remembered that my car registration was expiring soon or already had (possibly last week) so I nearly broke my ankle getting to my car and checking that reg slip. It had expired on Sunday, so I had to shuck all other plans and get over to the DMV. (Fortunately, I didn't have to work that afternoon.)

The DMV has apparently switched over to a new system. Instead of standing in lines, one has to check in and receive a number, then go sit down and watch a tv screen waiting for their number to come up, like in a pharmacy. I suppose this system makes things a bit easier--it doesn't make the wait much shorter, but at least you can sit down without being afraid to lose your place in line.

Sitting there for an hour is fairly boring though, so I began to talk to people. The first person I talked to was this Caucasian guy with really short arms (I don't think it is a defect or anything--maybe a lack of HGH or something) who was applying to the culinary academy in San Francisco. We discussed styles of cooking--he specializes in Italian, I relish the adventure of tossing random things together and seeing what it tastes like--and then he had to go renew his driver's license. The next person I talked to was a junior with nicer feet than me who attends Santa Cruz who drives a '94 something-or-other who told me all about how UCSC didn't have a grading system until a few years ago and how she liked working in an office and wanted to be an accountant and I told her that I wanted to be one of those college professors who teach for fun and spend the rest of their time traveling around and let their hair grow long and write books about how tapeworm brain-infestations affected the dynamics of Chinese arts and led to the discovery that pig feces can be made into explosive powder.

Then /she/ had to go and register her car, so next I talked to some cranky-looking guy with a scar on his forehead but he didn't say much, seeming to think me strange for being so perky in a hellhole like the DMV. He left quickly.

Anyhow, to make a long list short, I talked to a few more people, studied people's shoes (it's amazing how many people wore stillettos--which may be because they're insane or have feet of steel) and then finally got to my #B243 and had to pay $114 to renew my reg.

...Which bring my total credit card bill up to about $600 now. >_<;;;

My mom always tells me to use my credit card only if I have the matching amount in my checkings to pay it off. Which I suppose is a good idea, IF I were some prosperous snot with one of those checking accounts that require you to keep at least ten grand in it so I have some spare money to toss around and just occasionally put stuff on my credit card to keep my credit rating up. But for a poor bitch like me who's only making enough for bills and a bit of savings and not much else, I don't have $600 in my checkings, and that's why I used my credit card! If I did have the money, then I'd use that, since putting any amount on my credit card causes just a bit more acid to seep into my stomach and makes me just that much more paranoid.

Hmph.


Life and my crazy turtles
Thursday, September 5, 2002
04:00 p.m.

My turtle escaped the other day. I came home on Monday and discovered him (this is the red-eared one, Lucky, the crazy mofo who likes to bite and steal everyone else's food) on the floor in the middle of my room, looking around with interest.

I really don't know how he did it, as the walls of the tank are fairly high. I suppose he somehow climbed on top of another turtle atop the basking rock and streeeeeeeeetched all the way up and over.

And now that Lucky has gotten out once, he's trying to do it again. I come home daily to find him scrabbling madly around trying to get a purchase on the walls, and when he sees me he freezes and ducks underwater guiltily.


Up and atom, Fallout Boy!
Thursday, August 29, 2002
10:13 p.m.

Well, that bout of food poisoning lasted five days, after which I gave in and went to see my doctor. HE said that it was probably a viral thing or my insides were too acidic and gave me what amounts to an antacid (Zantac). He was very relaxed and nonchalant about it--which is his usual demeanor--which is rather irritating when one feels like a bowling ball has blocked up one's insides for the past week. Just a little smidgen of sympathy...! But... (sigh)... I suppose I don't blame him, as my digestive system got a wonderful jumpstart with that Zantac, so it mustn't have been that big of a deal--it just felt like it.

I think it was caused not by the Taco Bell burrito or the pearl drink (cuz my friend shared with me, and had absolutely no side effects) but the hot sauce that I put on top of the burrito. She'd had her own mild Taco Bell sauce, but that wasn't good enough for me since I like spicy food, so I opened up the office desk (we were sitting in the pool office of the YMCA) and found some hot sauce. I found out later that that shit had probably been there over a year.o_O Thus, I wound up feeling like Homer did in that episode where he takes home a six foot long sub from a company picnic and keeps on eating it even after it turns gray and rancid and Marge tosses it into the garbage. Serves me right for wanting too much, I suppose.

For Minh's and my mom's sakes (and especially for my own), I'm glad it's over. Minh didn't get much sleep during that horrific week, as he had to stay awake with me and rub my tummy (^___^ brownie points). As for my mother, I went over to her house and lay on the couch and moaned and groaned and looked in general as pathetic as I could, as one usually does when wanting some babying (except I wasn't faking it)...and then I left her in varying states of anxiety. Heh heh.


Gotta get back, back to the past, Samurai Jack!
Saturday, August 10, 2002
12:45 p.m.

My digestive system is in total revolt. I don't think the 7-layer Taco Bell burrito and the tapioca mocha I had yesterday was a very good combination. I couldn't sleep all night because my stomach hurt so badly and I was nauseated. My stomach doesn't hurt quite so badly now, but I'm still queasy.

My bf's so sweet, though; he spent half the night rubbing my tummy for me. ^____^

Saturday, August 3, 2002
09:11 p.m.

(snicker snicker) You guys gotta take this quiz. BTW, my hobbies include eating virgins. Also btw, the author of this quiz can't spell for shit so watch out. (I proofread the following paragraph before adding it.)



"Definitely one of the lesser known of mythical beasts, you are described as having the head and legs of a cock, the body of a serpent, and the wings of a bat (although there are wingless varieties). You were the blame for hundreds of thousands of deaths in the Middle Ages. Your breath and even gaze were deadly. Hundreds of basilisk hunts were organized to get rid of you. The hunters would carry mirrors so that, if they encountered you, they would have you look in the mirror and destroy yourself! Weasels were also reputed to be able to kill you, as they could resist your deadly gaze. You were a potent symbol of death and in some cultures the embodiment of Death himself. In Christianity, the Basilisk was linked with Satan."
What mythical beast best represents you?


Just being mature....
Saturday, August 3, 2002
08:49 p.m.

I apologized to Kernen yesterday, just because I felt that it was the right thing to do. The bastard probably thinks that I did because I changed my mind about him and realized that he's really not a dumbass, but I only apologized (it was just a simple 'I apologize for what I said' and nothing else) because I felt that I should have kept it to myself. After all, if the bastard gets killed, I don't want to have it on my conscience.

Maybe I shouldn't have apologized... now he's insufferably smug every time he sees me.

On another topic, my turtle's still sick. :( She's still wheezing, although she's gotten her color and appetite back. I have to take her back to the vet, but the vet is so damn expensive- $50 for the checkup, $75 for X-rays, and whatever else for any other medicine the turtle needs... I'm going to take her this Friday, when I get my paycheck--hopefully I have enough left over from bills to pay for it. >_<;;;


Not quite Selphie's...
Thursday, August 1, 2002
12:04 a.m.

Finally changed this blog to something halfway decent. I still don't like it, but this was about all I could muster considering I've forgotten most of what I used to know about HTML. It was rather humiliating the other night to be asking my friends for help with tables, of all things, the first thing you learn in basic HTML!

So before I make it look anything like Selphie's (FF8), I have to brush up, as well as learning Macromedia Flash....


Justice is blind, but patriotism shouldn't be.
Wednesday, July 31, 2002
09:20 p.m.

I told my co-worker that he wasn't very smart on Tuesday. I wish I hadn't said it to his face, but when I get pissed my mouth runs away with me.

But it's still true. He's always had a rather irritating attitude of being better and knowing more than anyone else--especially in swimming (I work at the YMCA, by the way), in which he has no style or form at all, yet he thinks he's good enough to coach someone else (his way or the highway)...

Anyhow, he's just enlisted in the Navy, and he came in to work with a smug grin on his face, sat down, and told me all about it. I was okay with that, and was moderately amused with his overly enthusiastic gushing about how great being in the military and getting shot at was going to be (since I used to be like that back when I wanted to be a Marine) but he began to be irritating when he said that he felt that he was better than anybody else because he was in the military (and that every military man felt the same way), and that any man who did not enlist to 'serve and protect his country' was not a man. THEN he went on to gabble about how he wouldn't care if he killed another person, or if his friend was killed (because he's not planning on making any friends in his entire Navy career, according to him), or even if he himself was killed (or if he only gets crippled, he'll kill himself).

The first part was annoying, yes, but the second part completed my descent into total irritation. He sounded exactly like a commercial for the U.S. Army or the Marines (those really noble ones where the guy goes running through fire and kills a dragon and somehow becomes a Marine)...which is more or less okay, since everyone's entitled to a bit of idealism, sure. But his long harangue showed me that he was entering into this career (specifically, a combat career, as he wants to be a SEAL) ONLY because of those unthinking take-it-for-face-value ideals that he more than likely got from those commercials and a couple of gung-ho Vietnam and WWII movies.

I am not a pacifist. I'm perfectly okay with people joining the military, and I think wars are necessary, but I think those who do join should go into it with their eyes open. They should know or acknowledge the consequences of post-traumatic stress syndrome, Agent Orange, the Persian Gulf syndrome, acknowledge that "keeping America safe" and "protecting freedom" are just catch-phrases used by policitians to lull people who do believe in that into doing what they want, and most of all, acknowledge the sanctity of life.

Kernen doesn't seem to realize that taking his first human life will have an impact on him (if he doesn't, I'm frightened); if not taking his first life, then at least seeing a comrade die should. I mean, even if he's not 'friends' with anyone, the military encourages the making of tight bonds between teammate, at least.

I am frightened that he will become an officer without that respect for life that allows for compassion. I just keep remembering stories about officers who ordered the killing and burning of villages filled with women and children during the Vietnam War.

This was why I decided to discontinue my ROTC training and to give up my dream of joining the military myself. Originally filled with the same ideas that Kernen has, I gradually came to realize that killing another person or seeing a comrade die will have more psycological impact than those recruiting videos let on. Then I rationalized that I would be able to kill someone who was trying to kill /me/...but as I went through training and ran around and threw myself to the ground and did all sorts of war games, I realized that I would never be able to order other people to their deaths and live with it.

I give him a year or so to wise up. It'd be great if he kept all that idealism, but I just hope he loses that willful denial and superior attitude and.... gets a brain.

Sunday, July 28, 2002
10:26 p.m.

Bwahaahaha! I went onto AIM and signed on as my friend (he's male) and then hit on several of his male friends. I managed to freak out a few. Bweehehehe.

Immature, I know.
^_____^

I need to go home and study for my midterm. (ahem)...

Tuesday, July 23, 2002
12:04 a.m.

I wanna make this page look like Selphie's in FF8. I was just looking at Cindy's, and hers is pretty pimpin'. ^__________________^ ...And mine's just...aqua.

Monday, July 22, 2002
11:42 p.m.

I am soooo tired.

Got back from the rave on Saturday, and am still recovering. It was a lot of fun--for the first three hours. Then, after two hours of frenetic dancing I got a major cramp in my side and sat down, discovering then that I was really, really tired and really didn't want to get back up. ...and no, I wasn't high on anything. Which is why I got tired so quickly, as it's hard to last a whole rave without being on something.

After that, I looked about and discovered that I'd lost my friends. I had left them at another room because they didn't like progressive trance (and that's all the rave was playing) so they'd picked the dj playing the slowest music and had seemed to settle in for the night. Then, lo and behold, I came back and they're nowhere to be seen.

I had my trusty cell phone, and called them, but we were both half deaf from the loud music in addition to the fact that we couldn't hear each other yelling over the loud, thumping music that you just couldn't get away from. (That's the major problem with raves, along with the lack of comfort.) So, we couldn't find each other.

After two hours of hanging out and looking for them (and freezing my ass off--this was about 11 at night in San Francisco) I got exasperated and went back to my car, after leaving my friend a voicemail (he wasn't answering his phone at all, at this point) that I was doing so. I figured that maybe he couldn't hear his cell phone, so he wasn't answering it, but maybe he'd eventually check it to see if I'd called.

I was stuck in my car for the next four hours.

Then at 3:30 (the rave ended at 2) I said fuck this and drove around, looking for them. I couldn't find them, so I went on home, very aggrieved.

It turns out that my friend had (as he's not a very sensible raver) put his cell phone into his friend's backpack, as he wasn't wearing pants with lots of convenient pockets to hold his stuff in, as I was. He then got separated from /his/ friend, and couldn't find him for the rest of the night, so had no contact with me. He got a ride home from his friend later...

Our reunion today involved a lot of "Where the hell were you?!" and "Why don't you answer your goddam phone?!" ...

I don't regret going, though. It was the first rave I'd gone to in North California, and it /was/ pretty fun. Next time, though, I'm going to make sure my friend doesn't get separated from his phone....



Wednesday, July 17, 2002
03:42 p.m.

I'm going to a rave, Metropolis, this weekend. This will be the first rave I attend up here, as opposed to going to LA like I usually do.

I'm playing FF7 again... It just has a charm to it, though it's rather irritating to continually run out of money (since I don't get paid a SeeD salary >_<) I've taken a break from FF8, because running around on Island Closest to Hell and trying to pump everyone up to level 100 is a bitch and a half and extremely boring.

I'm planning on getting a PS2 as soon as I go back to working regular hours (I'm taking it easy this summer to concentrate on school and on not burning out) so I can play FFX. ...And then I'll buy a sewing machine so I can work on some sewing. (I like sewing.)

Wednesday, July 10, 2002
11:01 a.m.

I have to inject my turtle with antibiotics. I have to do it every other day for a month. And the turtle bites. ...Well, actually, she tried to bite the first few times (which I don't blame her for--when I was a kid getting shots, I tried to bite the doctor too) but now seems resigned. She doesn't make it any easier to get her leg out to inject it, but when it's out there, she holds still. I guess she figured that wiggling around and biting people (namely, me) doesn't actually stop the injections, but actually prolongs the pain. Turtles are so smart. ^_^

Ian (my land turtle), on the other hand, is being very amusing. I got him a big hollowed out log to crawl into and hang out in, and right now he's climbing on top and having a look-around. The last time he did this, he fell off with a resounding crash into his food bowl, lay there for a few seconds with a 'Man, this sucks,' then flipped over and... went back up. *grins* Maybe my water turtle's a lot smarter than he is.



Friday, July 5, 2002
08:24 a.m.

Well, I'm here in LA for Anime Expo... There sure are a lot of geeks dressed up in cosplay... :) My friends are trying to pressure me into dressing as Misao, but y'know, I'm not so sure.

Wednesday, June 26, 2002
12:16 p.m.

So it turns out my turtle has pneumonia. After being prodded and poked by the vet (which made her /real/ cranky)she was subjected to a X-ray which confirmed that one of her lungs was congested. THEN, O joy of joys, the vet held her down and injected antibiotics into her leg. That day was definitely not a good day for her. What she doesn't know is that I have to inject her every other day for a month now.

It wiped me (my bf, rather, as he had money on hand) out a good $ 150, which I have to pay him back. He was really annoyed that I spent so much on a turtle, whereas he figured he could just eat it (and for cheaper). ^_^

Monday, June 24, 2002
11:21 a.m.

'allo, 'allo!
'Tis me!

Today I have to take my turtle to the vet. She's stopped eating, floats rather lopsidedly (a really bad sign in water turtles), and does a strange gulping motion with her head. I hope she'll be okay *worry, worry*... but man, is it expensive to take pets to the vet. But it doesn't matter as long as my turtle's okay.

I called in 'sick' today... heehee--not because of the turtle; I didn't call the vet until after I called in sick, and the vet told me to bring in the turtle ASAP. Turtles live a really long time if they're healthy, but if they get sick, they can go very quickly.

So.... well... *looks around* How do you guys like my blog?

I'd make it fancier, but lately I've gotten lazy about HTMLing--as can be evidenced by the fact that my homepage hasn't gotten renovated in over a year, which not typical of me. (Not to mention that I seem to have forgotten most of the advanced HTML...) ...But this pitas.com thing is very convenient. ^______^