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Thursday, September 13, 2001 06:47 p.m. And today, I looked at the paper laid out for messages to the victims and their families for a very long time and finally wrote down a few sentences that seemed so very trite to me but were full of a great dealing of feeling nonetheless. It all felt so very useless. What can I say? There are no words. I also didn't think it was appropriate that someone wrote "Fuck Bush" on the paper and someone else spelt "tragedy" "tradjedy." How did either of you get into Berkeley? Why? 1) Disliking the current head of the government is all well and good, but can we focus on something *else* here? 2) You should at least know how to spell the damn word! Is it that hard??? *Sigh*
Thursday, September 13, 2001 12:04 p.m.
Thursday, September 13, 2001 11:43 a.m.
Thursday, September 13, 2001 11:35 a.m. They blocked off Bancroft because they found a "suspicious package" in the mail room. (And a police officer executed a rather dangerous 90 degree turn in the road that nearly ran over people standing sedately at the crosswalk. Read: Me.) Now, seriously, the LAST thing I need is a return of the bomb threats I had to deal with in high school . . . And the VERY LAST thing I need is an actual bomb. Especially since I have class in the VLSB next. >_< This bites.
Thursday, September 13, 2001 03:12 a.m. So I'm taking a shower at 2:40 AM in the morning, mentally cursing myself for not taking it earlier, AGAIN, and desperately hoping I don't wake up my apartmentmates. A loud CRASH is heard in the midst of my shower and I stick my head out to see that my contact case with the saline and junk has fallen off our drawer thing. Okay, fine. So I continue the shower. I get out, realize that the contact container thing is leaking disinfectant all over the floor, pick it up, turn to get my clothes off the towel rack, but this somehow knocks the metal shelf off (which I discover to my horror is NOT bolted to the wall), causing it to slide to one side and letting fly around ten bottles of shampoo, moisturizer, perfume, etc. which all proceed to hit the ground with loud BAMS as I attempt to keep the rest from sliding off as I hold it with one arm and grope desperately with the other hand for my glasses, 'cause, dammit, I'm BLIND without them and can't see what's going on, and yes, I finally manage to rehang the shelf, get dressed, put the bottles back, find the caps and put them back on, remove the hair clinging to them, and hope desperately that my apartmentmates didn't hear the chaos despite being right next door because they're hopefully really heavy sleepers. Oh, and the disinfectant is going to stain the carpet with a large white splotch. Lovely. And this kind of thing has to happen to get my mind off of things. -_-;;;; That, and my apartmentmates are mad, cackling weirdos who have suddenly decided that they must go to the pound next week and get a cat DESPITE the fleas we just had and the fact that apartment mate B told me that she'd decided that even though she likes cats she won't ever get one if the fleas were the price she had to pay . . . Yeah. Right. ¬_¬ My mother's going to freak. And pets aren't even allowed . . . and . . . and . . . I swear, if we get fleas again, I am NOT paying a third of the bill! I have nothing against cats. I like cats. I just don't want one at this point of time. I have enough to deal with with cackling mad apartment mates who play games online and watch gameshows and bloody well talk on the phone so loudly that I can hear EVERY word they're saying from the LIVINGROOM with my DOOR CLOSED. >_< It took a national tragedy to get me back on my regular sleeping schedule. 4 hours a night. I don't know if I consider this a good thing. I don't particularly feel up to answering the backlog of e-mails regarding my fanfiction which I've been meaning to get to. I mean, I would feel compelled to write something about the tragedy at the beginning of each one. Maybe tomorrow. Thank you for writing, Onee-chan. I'm glad that the crashed plane was closer to Pittsburgh than Philly. That's a horrible thing to think, I know . . . but if it was anywhere near the area of my hometown . . . How are people back home reacting, Merr? I suppose it's pretty much the same all over, but I can't help but think that some people from CA who've never stepped a foot outside their state before just aren't fully comprehending what's going on. It's like it's happening to another country, for all they care. I can't help it. I cringe everytime I hear a laugh because it's just ceased to be important to them . . . Sakki-san, it's too bad you felt compelled to take down your blog entry. I can see how someone might have become angry, but really, you were simply expressing a viewpoint and if that person had bothered to read your post carefully, I'm sure s/he would have thought twice because your points are valid and it's not like you weren't horrified by the tragedy. And one of the few things that make America great is the freedom of speech . . . So, whoever it is can just deal. And now that I've finished telling you what you most certainly already know . . . ^^;;;;;; I think Alison spelled everything out very eloquently. God. New York and Washington . . . PA. I'm East Coast born and bred. My heart is there. How can I help but love my country - "from sea to shining sea?"
Wednesday, September 12, 2001 11:46 p.m. I think it's finally hit home 100%. I implore you, sign this petition.
Wednesday, September 12, 2001 11:45 p.m.
Tuesday, September 11, 2001 08:36 p.m. Now, mind you, I'm not saying that we mindlessly go around and randomly point fingers and place blame. What I AM saying is that we just can't sit back and do nothing. I, for one, do not want to live in fear for the rest of my life. So, what I said before still stands. Because people like that don't deserve the lives they were given, if all they're going to use them for is to take away the lives of others. As a country, I suppose we've been pretty lucky before this . . . with regard to atrocities of this nature. Other people deal with this kind of thing every day. Even now, I feel distanced from everything that's going on around me . . . it's as though it was another country . . . something that doesn't concern me. But, well . . . We live. We go on. Life is very short. Fleeting. You have to wring whatever joy you can out of it. You learn things from events like the ones today, but those kinds of lessons are painful and difficult. Those kinds of lessons are the kind you don't want to have to learn. But what can we do but learn from the experience, grow from it . . . not take things like life, and liberty, and the freedom to go to work or walk along the street or enjoy being alive for granted? The world keeps on turning, life goes on . . . You live and then you die. Try to give meaning to your life. There are those who no longer have that chance.
Tuesday, September 11, 2001 06:15 p.m. My thoughts go out to all the people affected by this tragedy. As for me, well, right now, I feel like I'm in some very long, twisted, utterly incomprehensible dream. Everything seems like a bad disaster movie. And, I have to concurr with my mother. When they find out who did this, killing them isn't good enough. They ought to tie them up and cut them into little pieces. (She said 10,000 because at that point it was believed 10,000 people had died.) Whatever. Just fucking get these guys and give them what they deserve, because I'm sure the vast majority of the people killed, injured, bereft, and traumatized today didn't deserve to have any of this happen to them. I love my country. Things like this don't have to happen. In the words of the congressmen and women, who rallied together on the steps and sang, "God bless America."
Thursday, September 6, 2001 11:48 p.m. >_< I'm sooooo unhappy! I wonder if they leapt from Natalie's blog to mine? I haven't any other explanation . . . And it's a SEVERE infestation, so we're gonna get an exterminator. And we don't even have ANY pets. >_< Oooooh, and I have to move everything out of my room and they're in my bed and I'm sooo tired and behind in work and just plain miserable. And I'm hungry and the fruit flies are back and YUCK!!!!!! I wanna go home. I don't wanna go to school anymore . . . Not when all I do is suffer. (And yeah, this an EXTREMELY whiny post, but I've got 18+ bites on me, apartmentmate B has 36+, and apartmentmate A seems to have escaped unscathed. >_<) DIE FLEAS! DIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!! Hmmm, will blog and answer mail when more coherent . . . Damn energy-sapping fleas. I'll stick you all in a little circus! That'll show you!!! WHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! >_<;;;;;
Friday, August 31, 2001 01:37 a.m. Oh well! Jay-neechan I hope you're feeling better! If not, get well soon!!! Ninx-sama has a blog! YAY!!!! ^_^ But, um, it only works for me in IE. *Sigh* I'm gonna have to e-mail her again since still no reply. And Lianne-sama, too, since she might not have gotten my e-mail. ^^;;;;;; Yoshi all apologies for referring to you as "you," but you must realize that that comment was addressed to you. Tin-sama Yamasutra is screamingly funny, "Full of Moonlight" was nice, and dark, and it had atmosphere, and more "Eurydice" and "Triste" (and "Magic" and "Turn") if you please. ^_^ I can't comment on anything else, since, not having seen the series, it's ridiculous for me to read something and make judgements on anything other than quality of writing (yours is always excellent) and how confused I am since I am totally unfamiliar with the characters. Oh and the "Bye Bye Belinda" link doesn't work. ^^;;;; I'm sure someone will be interested in the fact that the Dianne Wynne Jones novel Howl's Moving Castle is to be made into an animated film by Miyazaki. (Since I've never read anything by her, I wouldn't know . . . But hey! Miyazaki!) I also encourage everybody to sign the petition to rant at Disney to release the rest of the Miyazaki films. I really think Harry Potter is probably on its way to becoming an anime. It's only a matter of time . . . SMAP's song "Lionheart" is the ed for "Food Fight!" O_o;;;; "My stomach is limitless like space." Myna bird says, "Oishii! Oishii!" Oh, and I dled the opening to "I My Me Strawberry Egg" and it must be THE most boring opening I've ever seen. ^^;;;; Oh, and SPEED singing Pokemon LIVE is REALLY SCARY!!!!!! I'm tired. Thank goodness I don't hafta go to section tomorrow! I just have to do tons of work instead . . . >_<
Friday, August 31, 2001 01:37 a.m. Oh well! Jay-neechan I hope you're feeling better! If not, get well soon!!! Ninx-sama has a blog! YAY!!!! ^_^ But, um, it only works for me in IE. *Sigh* I'm gonna have to e-mail her again since still no reply. And Lianne-sama, too, since she might not have gotten my e-mail. ^^;;;;;; Yoshi all apologies for referring to you as "you," but you must realize that that comment was addressed to you. Tin-sama Yamasutra is screamingly funny, "Full of Moonlight" was nice, and dark, and it had atmosphere, and more "Eurydice" and "Triste" (and "Magic" and "Turn") if you please. ^_^ I can't comment on anything else, since, not having seen the series, it's ridiculous for me to read something and make judgements on anything other than quality of writing (yours is always excellent) and how confused I am since I am totally unfamiliar with the characters. Oh and the "Bye Bye Belinda" link doesn't work. ^^;;;; I'm sure someone will be interested in the fact that the Dianne Wynne Jones novel Howl's Moving Castle is to be made into an animated film by Miyazaki. (Since I've never read anything by her, I wouldn't know . . . But hey! Miyazaki!) I also encourage everybody to sign the petition to rant at Disney to release the rest of the Miyazaki films. I really think Harry Potter is probably on its way to becoming an anime. It's only a matter of time . . . SMAP's song "Lionheart" is the ed for "Food Fight!" O_o;;;; "My stomach is limitless like space." Myna bird says, "Oishii! Oishii!" Oh, and I dled the opening to "I My Me Strawberry Egg" and it must be THE most boring opening I've ever seen. ^^;;;; Oh, and SPEED singing Pokemon LIVE is REALLY SCARY!!!!!! I'm tired. Thank goodness I don't hafta go to section tomorrow! I just have to do tons of work instead . . . >_<
Friday, August 31, 2001 12:46 a.m. The girls FINALLY called after I got back and I talked with them for like an hour and a half before going to sleep. Thursday I was supposed to meet K____ and J___ at Unit 1, but they were late and we had to go meet J___ on Durant and we managed to miss each other several times, it seems. He made a round trip one and a half times, while we just did it once. But we ended back at Unit One and had to chase him down, me yelling like a maniac. So we finally made it to Calapalooza (which is NOT at Underhill this year, since it's under construction and was relocated to the glade) and discovered that this year it sucks and there are very few free pens. (Because last year we each got prolly around two dozen.) I met up with the girls and we somehow lost J___, K____, and J___'s friend. So I went food shopping at Berkeley Bowl and Safeway with the girls. Ke___ accidentally scraped her car on the wall in my driveway, but it was okay. Anyways, after that I went over to their place for dinner. Kr____ came over too and we had spaghetti. They have a nice view. I swear there must've been something in the koolaid (actually, not) because we all got crazy and hyper and talked for a really long time about all the scandalous goings on of last year. And there were A LOT. (Which I will NOT detail here.) Oh, and none of them involved me. Anyway, K____ drove me home and all was nice. ^_^ Friday, I was supposed to go home by 12, but I ended up getting picked up around 3 or 4, I think. We went out for an extremely late lunch and I went home for the weekend. (We had crabs later. ^_-) It was weird because the house was not quite empty of furniture and things, but it wasn't really furnished either . . . Anyways, back on Sunday just in time to get called about a picnic to Golden Gate park. They ended up picking me up EXTREMELY late (2:00 pm) and we got lost on the way. We ended up eating at four, then got in a bit of a fender-bender on the way back. We also had too many people in the car so I was in the front seat cradled in T_____'s lap. O_o;;;;; It was totally NOT K_____'s fault, though, since the IDIOT driver wasn't watching where he was going and backed into our car which was at a COMPLETE STOP and HONKED at him. Damnn MORONS! Hung out a bit more at their place then went home. Started class on Monday. Highlights include sleeping through just about everything and getting a REALLY SCARY HISTORY TA, my cute Astro TA from last semester saying hello to me, seeing my nice Math TA from first semester, seeing people I know, having classes with people I know, sleeping through everything again, having a big (but tasteless) dinner out at a chinese restaurant in Elmwood, nearly freezing to death today, being overly lethargic, hermiting, realizing that "rapport" is said "ra-pore" (I always thought that was spelled "repoire") as opposed to "rap-port" and that "respite" is said "rez-pit" as opposed to "re-spite." I, who pride myself on my English skills and grasp of my native language have been shamed by stupid French words that have wormed themselves into the English language! I still haven't forgiven the French language for "rendezvous," having spent many years believing that "roun-day-vu" and "ren-dez-vus" were two different words. I'll give them "rendezvous" but I'll say "rapport" and "respite" my way until I die. I'm bitter.
Wednesday, August 29, 2001 6:48 p.m. Um, recap of the past week. Uh, hung out with J___ and K___ all day Wednesday---Wait, figures, it's the parents.
Wednesday, August 22, 2001 11:25 a.m.
Wednesday, August 22, 2001 11:03 a.m. Apartment mate B is really starting to get on my nerves. She hasn't washed her dishes in two days and I think she's using MY SOAP. Which is just gross. >_< Plus, she goes to bed too damn early and she doesn't like people coming over at night to visit. Um, can we say, GET OVER IT?! I think living in the dorms for a year is a good experience. I mean, it teaches you how to live with other people and not to expect things like soap to just BE there, or the dishes to be magically washed. YOU'VE got to do it yourself. I am not AB's Mommy and Daddy. I am NOT going to look after her. I am NOT going to be responsible for her. This is NOT high school. You are ON YOUR OWN. Deal with it. *Huff huff* Yeah, I've got problems. ^^;;;;;;;
Tuesday, August 21, 2001 7:45 p.m. J___ called earlier. I wish apartmentmate B would GET OFF THE PHONE. He's supposed to call me back . . . and I haveta call my Mommy still. ^_^;;;;;;,p>
Tuesday, August 21, 2001 4:41 p.m. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Maybe Dad borrowed it????
Tueday, August 21, 2001 4:02 p.m. Apparently everybody is here, but I don't know where!!!! >_< Anyway, I think my CDs are coming! ^_^ Oh, and, um, let's see . . . I saw A_________ (from Calso who now lives at CKC), H___ (comp guy - who didn't recognize me, I don't think), K____ (Calso - who now lives above a store and was waiting for her aunt to pick her up for an orthodonist appointment - braces), N____ (dorm - and whom I don't like), and B______ (home - who now lives up Cedar) today. But nobody else. Ahhhh, but at least I've seen people now, right? I saw A_________ while crossing Bancroft, got my AC transit sticker, went home to change because I had overdressed as usual and it was frickin' hot out, saw H___ on the way back, drank some juice and called Mum, watched the end of a Wonder Years ep, went back to campus, picked up a pretty leaf on the way, K_____ saw me, then N____ and I saw each other as we were passing each other at the crosswalk, I looked at how many books I need and how much they cost, and spent TWO HOURS looking for where K_____, T_____, and R____ live. >_< Goddamn Panoramic! I climbed the hill behind Clark Kerr, passed three guys smoking joints, nearly died on the hill, asked a jogger dude who fell for directions, tried to follow the directions, ended up at some weird road instead, asked construction dude for directions, turns out he's not from this area and was just doing some work on the science lab, he told me to ask the practicing marching band people, I wandered on down the road and found out that it leads to Bowles >_<, asked three Bowlites, only to discover that they were freshman and this was only their second day (Help a damsel in distress, dammit! Doesn't ANYBODY carry a map?!), asked some more random guys who also didn't know, went to the Haas Building where I THOUGHT there was a map (there's not), went down to Sproul Plaza and looked in GBC which was NOT busy (since it was nearly 2:00 PM), washed my right arm which had acquired some sticky junk along the way and my hands which were covered in dirt, went out, went back in to wash the newly-discovered sticky junk off my left hand, wandered down to the Bear's Lair & co. in search of food, saw nothing appetizing, went back to GBC and bought chicken nuggets and fries and a bottle of coke, argued with the checkout lady about the price since she said the total was $2.70 and that was way too cheap, and I was attempting not to cheat them, but she'd finally almost convinced me that I had to subtract the price of the drink from the price of the food when realization hit her and she retallied my food, and I had to pay the full amount after all that, then I took it outside to eat, shooed away a pigeon, realized the chicken nuggets were cold, the fries were limp, greasy, and undercooked - raw potato, yum - and the coke had LOTS 'n' LOTS of caffiene, went to the L&S advising booth to ask them where Panoramic is (they don't know either), B_______ saw me and we talked for a while, I also asked the L&S people about going over the max number of units before getting kicked out (it's 130), but then they told me you have unlimited number of units for nine semesters (yes!) so if I'm good I can swing it ^_^, B_______ and I talked some more, turns out she came in last night when it was freezing, we walked 'n' talked, then I went home, was exhausted, tried calling Mom and got a busy signal, got on roommate A's comp and sent out an e-mail to everybody with my phone number, then discovered afterwards that all my new messages had decided to take their time in showing up, called J___, got a girl and left a message, went back to my room and deleted some BGM mp3s, talked to roommate B who had just come in, started writing this, ran to get the phone which was NOT for me, and went back to finish this right now. And that's what I did. Boring, huh? (And yes, the long sentence is a RUN-ON! English teachers beware!) I'm tired. Roommate B get off the phone. Somebody call ME! (Can you tell how desperate I am???? I hate talking on the phone, but now I want somebody to call so I can be something other than bored. ;_; WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!
Monday, August 20, 2001 11:05 p.m.
Monday, August 20, 2001 10:31 p.m. The plan for tomorrow is to get up early in the morn and go get my transit thing and all that, then come home and call Mummy and Daddy and figure something out. GAH! The thing is, I know I wouldn't want to be going home right now if I had my internet. At least then I could get all my files and my mail and be happily writing away. Oh, and I would be watching Kodocha right now, or maybe Inuyasha, or Argent Soma, or I'd be looking for Gravitation and Pretear to download . . . or something else. Anything else. But no. I'm here with nothing to do and nothing to watch, perfectly lonely. :( WTH can't I at least have cable in my room?! Though, of course, I could watch it in the livingroom since roo - apartmentmate B is asleep as long as I kept the sound low. But that's stupid because there's nothing on and the only things I wanted to watch - Gundam and the new season of Dragonball Z (which started today, I think) I had to miss this afternoon. Me not happy. :( I am so bored. I want my internet! Then I could post these stupid pitas entries and someone could lend me their sympathy at least, but noooooo . . . Here I am, stuck in internetlessville. I've discovered that I'm not a people-person despite how I might seem from time to time. Nope, I am not a people person. Not at all. I'm so glad I have my own room. At least I can hide out in here. (Which is basically what I did all day for all the good it did me.) I killed time between the last entry (6:53) and this one by watching Practical Magic and eating. Oh, I started writing a food list for foodstuffs I would need in order to survive this year. To survive:
Peanut Butter Song stuck in head: Welcome! - Digi Charat (Welcome to, welcome to, welcome to my heart)
Monday, August 20, 2001 6:53 p.m.
Monday, August 20, 2001 6:31 p.m. I feel like I'm holed up in a dorm room in a Massachusetts winter. >_<
Monday, August 20, 2001 6:29 p.m.
Monday, August 20, 2001 6:22 p.m. I missed Gundam and Dragon Ball :( since my roommate came back and was watching a dvd in the living room. >_< I might have asked if I could watch the tv but since I already bothered her a bit with attempting to connect my internet . . . to the point of rushing under her desk while she was out of the room and trying to plug something in, only to have her come in while my butt was sticking out and I couldn't get the damn plug in, was NOT good. (Of course, I DID have the decency to ask her before snooping on her computer for a computer name.) Unfortunately, it was all to no avail since I'm STILL not online. And I am very, very sad. My eyes also feel like they're going to fall out and I'm still bored since I don't feel like reading anymore (duh), I CAN'T watch TV, and I can't go online. WAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! I wanna go home. *Sniffles* But roommate A may be coming on Wednesday, in which case I might be able to go online . . . on the other hand, there'll probably STILL be problems and I still won't have cable or something, and oh, I'm coooooold. There's nothing to do! BEAM ME HOME, SCOTTY!!!!
Monday, August 20, 2001 1:00 p.m. I wandered about, went to the comic store, stared in disbelief at the dwindling manga selection, bought Ground Zero, wandered out to one of the bookstores, then to campus and around and around, got two handouts, both Christian group things, got mistaken for a freshman >_<, wandered down through the eucalyptus grove - I was planning on heading back since I was cold and hungry - but I went the wrong way (of course) and had to go down Oxford and Fulton until I was back on track. Then I didn't want to go down my street because some old scary bum was hobbling down it so I decided to go down the next street and turn back, only, I'd forgot that it's a hell of a long way to the next street, and when I finally went down I passed under a tree that sounded like it was full of monkeys. Looking up I saw a bird fluttering around frantically so I figured it was just two birds fighting and I went on. Then I heard a WHUMP! noise behind me. Turning around, I saw that a squirrel had fallen out of the tree to the cement and it was crawling on the ground, one crippled leg dragging along behind it. The leg (I couldn't get a good look at it, it was the far one) looked like a twisted twig which led me to unpleasant thoughts of flesh-eating birds. And no, I didn't try and help the squirrel, because it's liable to attack since it's injured (might have rabies and carry PLAGUE - according to a sign at Lake Tahoe), I know nothing about squirrels or caring for them, and I'm sure it will be able to manage. Anyway, I was walking along when two guys passed by, one who looked familiar. (I had just been belating the fact that I didn't see anyone I knew around campus.) They stopped and the familiar guy said, "I bet you don't remember me!" and OMG it was C___, and he had lost like 100-150 lbs (or more?) over the summer, prompting me to stare at him agog, feeling like Doug when he came back from the summer and Connie had gone to fat camp and slimmed down. I wanted to has him, "What the HELL HAPPENED, MAN?!" but that would've been extremely rude, so instead I just ignored the whole subject. He asked me where I was living (since my stupid lanyard apparently makes me look like a dorm student >_<) and we went through various social niceties (I remembered him, but apparently he'd forgotten MY name), he introduced me to his friend (who also looked 30ish like C___), and then they remembered that he had to be off, C___ to the gym and his friend to work. And so, we parted. And I was left to wonder if other people I knew would come back 100 lbs heavier or something. (Or if I, myself, looked extremely fat now. Naaah, just ugly. -_-;;;;) Anyways, got back, ate a little, and am extremely cold and BORED STILL. *SIGH*
Monday, August 20, 2001 9:32 a.m. I still wanna go home. Oh and it's REALLY overcast today! And I was planning on going out . . . :(
Sunday, August 19, 2001 9:15 p.m.
Sunday, August 19, 2001 9:14 p.m.
Sunday, August 19, 2001 9:10 p.m. No Hallmark/Odyssey channel. NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! That means I won't be able to watch The Young Riders. >_< Still bored.
Sunday, August 19, 2001 7:40 p.m.
Sunday, August 19, 2001 6:53 p.m. Visit the comic bookstore. Visit various bookstores. Wander aimlessly around campus. Visit Paradigm. Visit S_____??? EHHHHHHH!!!! There's NOTHING TO DO! I can't even write since all the stuff I've written is on the other computer and sent to me via e-mail or housed online somewhere and I CAN'T GET TO IT! DAMMMMMITTT!!!!!! oh, Lion Heart is playing. I WANNA GO HOME!
Sunday, August 19, 2001 6:51 p.m. >_<
Sunday, August 19, 2001 6:50 p.m.
Sunday, August 19, 2001 6:48 p.m. I AM SO BORED IT HURTS!
Sunday, August 19, 2001 5:22 p.m. Internet and cable still do not work. Damn. I was hoping for a miracle. Too tired to think of anything to write. DAMN. I'm bored and I wanna go online and download anime. *POUT* Ah yes, vacuum sounds like all the hounds of hell let loose to play in a thunderstorm. Closet door keeps falling down and wants to kill me. Phone doesn't work. >_< I'm hungry again but I'm too tired to try and fight with the microwave again. Ah, forgot to mention, microwave is EVIIIIIILLLL and I can't figure out how to work it. *SIGH* Oh, new roommate came back and I talked to her for an hour and some. Blah, my throat hurts.
Sunday, August 19, 2001 1:26 p.m. Oh, my new roommate was here and she'll be back tonight. Ehhhhhhh . . . ^^;;;;;; I'm starving. I'm gonna go eat something now. Then back to the yucky grind. And I haven't even started school or school work yet . . . and I don't know where everybody is or anything! ARRRRRRRGGGHHHHH!!!! Well, at least that means plenty of time for writing. Maybe I'll go to the comic book store and buy something else . . . Again? O_o;;;; Yeah, well. Oh, and Anime Castle can't verify my billing address and while my mom tried to fax them verification, it's not working, so I might not get my CDs. >_< Mannnnnnn . . .
Sunday, August 19, 2001 12:54 a.m. I'm heading off to the apartment tomorrow, so depending on whether or not I can actually get online it might be a LOOOOOONG week. To my dearest Onee-chan, I guess the luck wheel is being stubborn, huh? Ohhhhh, the things that happen to you . . . It's not Carpal Tunnel Syndrome (?) is it? Take things easy, try not to stress too much (or use that hand too much), I obviously won't be expecting a long letter any time soon so don't make the effort, I hope your wrist is better by now anyway, and keep up with the all things Kosuke Fujishima obsession. ^_- You poor, poor darling. Damn bitch. She should be able to take some criticism, dammit! You (stupid neurotic author) were the one who hated the cover. And what the fuck is that about, anyway?! How the hell is she going to lose her job?! >_< I'm sorry, darling, but how many people reading your journal were ever going to read her book anyway? I vaguely remember the entry and both title and content have slipped my mind, but I DO remember that it wasn't exactly something I was itching to read. Bleh, stupid woman! I hope I'm not going to end up like that . . . O_o;;; Tin-sama, didn't you except me to like it? *LOL* You sure got into a lot of trouble as a kid. Me, I've never really done anything dangerous, I just do stupid things to this day . . . Like getting my foot stuck in auditorium chairs while trying to hand in my final. And getting lost on AC transit buses. Oh, and spraining my ankle running to an anime marathon, hobbling the rest of the way there (and being LATE), and trying to get around like that for the next few weeks. That kind of thing. -_-;;;; Shannako, forgot to mention, my sympathies on the haircut, I had one like it, um, two years back, was it? (Or was it last year? -_-;;;) It was EXTREMELY uneven. Anyway, suffice it to say that my mother tried to "fix" it, and, uh . . . >_< Oh, hello, I was unaware that you had a blog. New picture?! *perks up* OOOOOOOHHHHH, YEEEEEEEES, PWEEEEAAAAASSSEE!!!!! ^_^ *sparkly sparkly* Oh, I had the oh-so-disturbing thought of Harry Potter anime. O_o;;;; I've only ever read the first book and I'm afraid of reading more for fear of addiction (well, at least right now), but still . . . I had the thought and it disturbs me. The other day I had a sleeping fit and couldn't force my eyes open or speak so I made incoherent noises and managed to stab myself with my own fingernails, drawing blood on one knuckle. Ick. Ooooh, and I actually have a semi-translation of the Access Special which really, really, REALLY sucks because I ran out of time, copped out, made my mom read the whole thing and translate it, but she only agreed if I'd write it down later from memory. Suffice it to say it's NOT VERY GOOD. I wasted the whole day yesterday having been dragged along with the parents to do a favor for one of my dad's REALLY ANNOYING coworkers. I dislike him very much. Anyway, they left kind of messily with a struggle, blood, and um, I really would rather not go into it more since it's not really something I ought to talk about. (Oh, but it wasn't anything illegal or any kind of abuse, so you needn't worry if I'm giving you strange ideas.) We also had to wait around for HOURS. But! I went to Vallco and finally bought Clover #1 which is very pretty and made me come up with an exceedingly long ballad in the shower about lovers, clover, and tea . . . O_o;;; I went to Napa Valley today with the family which was exceedingly boring, had a late lunner at two at this Mexican place which was NOT ONLY slooooooow as hell (It took them an hour to bring us our meal!) but also managed to charge us $7.50 each for two $3.00 each strawberry daiquiris. Oh, and the parents didn't even get around to tasting wine. *SIGH* THE KINDAICHI SERIES IS OVER!!! The cads, what the hell?! It was what, NINE EPISODES! And he finally told Miyuki that he loves her but she couldn't hear him because the SUMO CLUB ran through at THAT EXACT MOMENT! >_< I know there was stuff I wanted to say earlier but I've forgotten it all. So, in case I have no internet, and there are NO POSTS, you all know why.
Wednesday, August 15, 2001 12:40 a.m. On Saturday Kindaichi admitted that he loves Miyuki! WHOO-HOOO!!! Only, he admitted it to an insane, gun-toting, wannabe soldier and Miyuki's NOT AROUND. -_-;;;; Anywho, went to Reno and Tahoe on Sunday-Monday. Circus-Circus! *lol* (My brother's actually useful for once!) We came back with the following assorted stuffed animals: Two ant-like bugs, one orange and one pink, named Subaru and Hokuto, respectively Two multi-colored dolphins, one named Sorata and the other Arashi Two frogs, one tiny, beady-eyed and evil named Fuuma, and a big, colorful one with a bow-tie named Seishirou A green seal named Kakyou A snail named Kindaichi (but looking more like Zenjirou ^^;;;) And the awe-inspiring Miyuki-ball ^_^;; Anyways, then went to Tahoe on Monday and managed to go to non-interesting places and miss the sights. D'oh! We were then "trapped" in Truckee because of a wildfire on route 80 and what should have taken us half an hour took us 3 HOURS going up and down the Sierra mountains . . . *GROAN* I've decided that I LOVE INUKO!!! (SOOOOO CUUUUTE!) She can't be a collie unless she's a puppy so I think she must be a Sheltie. Sooooo cuuuuuute! CLAMP's great! *LOL* I've heard she's in Campus Cop Dukylon and maybe Clamp Campus Detectives as well as in 20 Masks?! Hmmmmm. Anyway, right now I'm in the midst of translating(?) the Access Special. Has anyone done that yet? It's haaaaard! Waaaah! I think 20 Mensou is oodles easier and I'd translate it if I had time, but I don't. I have to finish reading all the manga by Thursday 'cause it's due back Friday and I have to go back to Berkeley. *SIGH* Mmmm, mmmmm . . . Oh, yes! Since I haven't bought any CDs in two years today I bought the two Fushigi Yuugi drama CDs I'm missing, the Seiryuu CD, and the Inuyasha TV soundtrack from Anime Castle. Since they're being sent to my aunt's house I'm hoping my mom will pick them up this weekend. Hmmm, next CD-buying splurge, I'm gonna go buy Digimon CDs! ^_^
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Aliases: Fushigi Kismet, Fushigi, Kismet, 'Shigi, Hershey, Fizzy, Diana, Veta, Pallas Moon, Kiki, etc.
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