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My week, in short. aka How Stupid can I be? Oh well, mixed bag of stuff. Walking on the curb by Evans Hall after five hours in an Econ Review session, pulling out my cellphone, seeing I have a voicemail message, not looking at where I'm placing my foot, stepping *OFF* the curb on the wrong side, and tipping over and falling into a large patch of leafy plants on the hillside. There was a spider right by my head. Thank God I didn't roll down. -_-;;;; (Oh, and that there were only about 3 people around since it was a Sunday. ^^;;;;) Merr's Kyo picture!!! Meg's chapter of Chiaki goodness! Meteor Garden is playing at 9 PM on KTSF. O_O Walking down the hill today and getting halfway down when two guys walk past me and the one guy looks at me funny and then I realize ten seconds later that I FORGOT TO WEAR A BRA TODAY! >_< (Not that it usually makes a difference since I typically wear loose clothes and I'm pretty damn flat.) Then much sneaking after the guys BACK up to the house and acquiring aforementioned undergarment then running past them (as apparently they live next door >_<) on my way back down. I'm soooooooo stupid. -_-;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
Econ final tomorrow. Pray for me.
Monday Monday, done with class A belated "Happy Birthday!" to Erin, who is now very old. ^_~ But not as old as me. XD Mmmm . . . oh, creepy guy sat next to me AGAIN the other day. >_< (Actually, I just noticed, he's two seats down right now. -_-;;;;) I'm gonna be so happy when I have an internet connection again. *Sigh* Oh! And for those of you who've read L'Engle, Adam Eddington just became that much cooler . . . seeing as I was flipping through a copy of The Arm of the Starfish (which I didn't like particularly much the first few times I read it, but it's got Adam in it) in Shakespeare & Co. the other day and noted that in his character description it said that he was going to attend Berkeley in the Fall. XDXDXD
Life is funny.
Morpheus's sense of humour I don't really remember much about it except that it was weird and that's what I was thinking at the time too . . . My friend's ex-boyfriend, Tin, and I were all walking around at night together . . . I think we were searching for an apartment??? At any rate, we went to look at this one place but Tin disappeared while we were talking to the landlady and we found her sitting in the attic reading. Because the attic was like Yomiko Readman's house . . . literally CRAMMED full of books. And then we had to drag her away (literally - and down the stairs too, I think)because she didn't want to stop reading . . . ^^;;;; I also had meaningful and strange conversations with my friend's ex that I can't remember, and other things happened but I can't remember them either, so . . .
And I'm 40 minutes late for my Econ GSI's office hours . . . ^^;;;; Bye now!
Just wanted to mention . . . That was cool. ^_^ And to everybody who's been worried or angry on my behalf over the course of the last . . . well, year, I'd guess, with regard to my apartmentmate situation . . . thank you very much!
It's good to have friends and know that there are people who like you out there. ^_-
Oooh, online test. Been a while . . .
find your element at mutedfaith.com. <º> Words were carved in stone on Friday, May 10, 2002: 02:07 p.m.
When she left I read her letter and tears came to my eyes. It was a singularly wonderful span of happiness. But, oh, so short.
Come back SOON, Onee-chan!!!!!! I miss you!!!!!!!
Something I've been wanting to mention . . . And still have to find time to read "Blind Monsters" (Where's part two? ;_;) and other 'fics since it's become singularly hard . . . having no internet connection and all. I can't really just spend hours in the school comp centers. >_<
Oh, oh, oh! Just remembered. Have you heard "Small Blue Thing" by Suzanne Vega? It reminds me overly much about the "blue beach glass" comment Eriol made. ^^;; You should give it a listen. 'Tis a pretty song.
Things to talk about Oh, and Spiderman is a good movie. Especially at 1 AM in the morning at the Metreon. ^^;;;; Mmmm, and Merr, my cell phone bill last month was $150. o_O So, ummmm, my mom says I can't talk on the phone with you until after 8 on weekdays and whenever on the weekends. 'Cause even if you call me they still charge me. Bastards. >_<
I was up until five in the morning today writing my Scandinavian term paper. Need sleep. Am tired. Have four chapters of Econ to read. Nuuuuuuuuuuu~~~!!!!!!
weirdo
note to self
Sincerely,
let's do a little dance and a little recap too Also, apparently Meteor Garden is showing on TV in LA and my mom HAS NOT been watching it or taping it for me ;_; because she thought it was silly and she would just rent it for me when I got back . . . but she watched an episode and couldn't stop laughing and telling me on the phone how funny it is. ^_^; And now my aunt's taping eps for me . . . YAY! But, anyway, HYD!!! Though, she refers to it as "F4" and so does everyone else in my family . . . grandparents included. ^^;;;;; Um, let's see, what else? KD and I may have gotten an apartment and though it's not one of the ones I REALLY want, any apartment is better than NO apartment . . . so I'm not that upset. Though, I saw THE NICEST apartments yesterday. >_< Oh well. School is being sucky. I finally got a grade I deserve in Philosophy . . . C for my paper. I swear it is the CRAPPIEST thing I've ever written and 99% of it is complete and total BS . . . *Sigh* But I couldn't write it early like I wanted since I wrote it during A's birthday week when we had *that* nice little blow-up. I'm also pretty sure I failed my Econ midterm . . . but since I had to deal with all this shit going on and was ten minutes late for class, I didn't pick it up . . . and nobody told me we got it back so I left right after class. >_< Oh, and THEN something ELSE happened that I had to deal with immediately, so I was also half an hour late for lecture. FUN. So. School is not really going well. But De-Cal's pretty much over and there's only one week left of class for everything else . . . And I'm two weeks behind in work and I have to take my FINALS on the 17th and the 20th. And Jay is coming on TUESDAY!!! (YAY!!!) So, um, yeah. It's gonna be busy. THANK GOD we have an apartment!!!! *knock on wood* Um, and I'm living out of a suitcase. And I'm internet-deprived. And I don't have my burner. >_< DEMO, I'm SO MUCH happier now that I'm out of that hellhole. Of course, I still must go and move out my furniture this weekend. With a rented van. -_-;;; Honestly, nobody knows how much shit has been going on . . . but suffice it to say . . . A LOT. (And they're trying to intimidate me and do illegal things . . . of course, they've ALREADY done something illegal by going through my things. >_<) Ugh. I dun' wanna talk about that anymore. So, anyway. I'm gonna go and eat now . . . and do work. You know, college student things.
And I wanna watch Spiderman. >_< Just because. But I haven't any time. Bleh.
Just so you know Not when they're calling me BITCH all the time and things like that. >_<
This reaaaaaaallllllly sucks.
Okay, scratch that Let's just say that I didn't think it was going to be this bad. [Edited . . . just because.] I don't know if it was the worst experience of my life . . . but probably. At the very least, it's in the top three. 33 days until the end of May (and probably a new lease somewhere else . . . PLEASE!). 22 days until finals are over. 9 days until Jay comes.
This is going to be the longest month of my life.
whooo-boy >_<
And it's gonna fly.
A waste of an evening . . . it all winds down And I called my mother and am chatting with three guys I know right now because I need to smile and none of the girls are home. NONE of them. They're all out partying and I'm here alone and crying. Wonderful, isn't it? But I'm trying to gain some semblance of calm and composure. Because I have to fucking go out there again and talk to A about something. The fucking lease, actually. And the fucking contract which has been perpetually "misplaced." And them wanting me to pay rent for June. I can't fucking take it any more. I just can't. Because I'm not a strong person. At all. Which is, obviously, why I go into my room and start sobbing.
Fuck.
Why can't anything ever go RIGHT? This whole deal can just BITE MY ASS. Oh, and for those interested, I have around 13 GBs worth of mp3s. SO. YEAH. THAT'S going to work with a laptop. >_< (Keep in mind the system will probably take up 2 for starters. So, if I got a 15 GB computer, that's it. I'm done. >_< Oh, my NEW folder - basically stuff I have to burn off - is only 7 GB. Which means that there are 9 GBs tied up in other things. -_-;;;)
UGH. Have to find a place to live. Have to get out of here. Have to stop being so emotional. Have to stand up for myself. Have to get all my work done. Have to GET A GRIP.
Bad to Worse We are now in the same boat. And it is about to go over a rather large waterful. This also means that I am NOT bringing my computer back this summer. OR my 70+ tapes (lovingly full of anime off the tube, WHICH I HAVE NOT WATCHED - I've watched maybe five. Total.). WONDERFUL. >_< I'm feeling so great now. This ALSO means that I will most likely not be able to burn Merritt anything unless I get it done by the end of May (Don't worry.). Also, I can't WATCH any anime over the summer on my cds. Except my parents are getting me a laptop? And they want me to trade my imac for a LAPTOP when they bring me back up and give my imac to my brother?! HELL NO. HOW BIG A HARDDRIVE CAN LAPTOPS HAVE? Exactly. And ALL MY FILES are on my DESKTOP thank you very much. I am NOT transferring 28 GB of files. >_< NOT. Especially since . . . I just looked it up, the laptops have 15-20 GB drives. Yeah. I AM KEEPING MY COMPUTER THANK YOU VERY MUCH. IT IS TWO YEARS OLD. YES, IT IS OLD ALREADY, BUT I HAVE EVERYTHING ON IT. EVERY. DAMNED. THING. EVEN IF THE LAPTOP HAS BLOODY OSX ON IT, I DON'T WANT IT. And, honestly? My brother does not download mp3s, videos, anime or anything else. My brother uses his computer to TYPE papers. My brother DOES NOT NEED 30 GB of memory. *I* DO. Besides, with a laptop I am going to 1) break it 2) lose it 3) have it stolen. NO THANK YOU.
My GOD this sucks.
Why I have the *bestest* living situation ever. Note the sarcasm. Anyways, they bought a shitload of food and there's no way in hell I'm gonna eat that much in a month especially since they ate ALL the food we bought last time. And, of course, there's the butter incident. I bought it. I paid for it. I didn't eat any of it. And now we have none. And that butter cost around $4.98 or something. >_< But, at any rate, I said I'd try to be back in time to help them unload today (around 6:30PM). But I told them I might not be able to make it. So it was 7:02 give or take a minute and I was at KD's 'cause we were looking at housing listings. And I checked my cell for messages and got this GREAT one from A: "We're back and you said that you'd be here by now. And you're not. So you'd better be on your way!" So I called around ten minutes later to tell them that my phone hadn't been working (lie) and I was on the way back. I don't understand how they got my number, either. Because I gave them the WRONG ONE. B answered and said, "Oh, okay. There are still things left in the trunk." So I said I would try and be back soon. She asked me when I was going to be back and I said I didn't know. I said that I was at Unit One (true) so she said "Around fifteen minutes?" and I said, yeah. I ran back because I'm stupid and wanted to show them that I was making an effort. (An I felt sort of guilty. Can anyone tell me WHY???) But I needn't have bothered (REALLY NEEDN'T HAVE BOTHERED) since when I got back they were sprawled out in the livingroom watching "Office Space" and eating pizza. So I got the keys to the car and THERE WERE 7 FREAKING BAGS OF GROCERIES AND TWO LARGE TANKS OF WATER IN THE TRUNK. They'd LEFT THEM all in there for me. It was what I had figured they'd do, actually. >_< So I took ALL the groceries up in one go and then I had to go back for the water because I wasn't sure whether it was for the car (in case of it overheating) or not. Then I put the keys down on A's desk after carrying all of it up and A apparently thought that I was going to my room since her desk is by the hallway. Which I WASN'T. So she felt like informing me, "Oh, you know you have to put all that away because we put the rest of it away already." To which I replied, "Yeah. I know." So I put all their food away and I'm not even going to eat it OR pay for it this time. Because I paid MORE than my share last time and they ate it all. And this whole thing is frickin' ridiculous. I don't care if I STARVE. I'm NOT going to eat their slop. Thus, I am NOT paying for their slop. (I think I have to pay for paper towels though. Bleh.) And the girls are taking me food shopping this weekend so I LOVE them. Because, you know, I like it when people are actually NICE to me. And I am just so sick and tired of being walked all over and doing everything at their beck and call. I'm sick of the fact that I can't or won't stand up for myself. And I'm SICK of them using me and mocking me all the time. And B still needs to return that videotape I lent her. Because she asked me to tape the NSYNCH concert and Charmed for her. o_O
The sooner this is all over . . . the happier I'll be.
When you're stressed, you're stressed GAH. *STRESS*
P.S. KD, do not be concerned. Well, if I'm frothing at the mouth in class tomorrow . . . *THEN* you can be concerned.
Minionhood
Rules
That goes along with all of those other rules like, "don't eat all the food in the house," "replace toilet paper when you use up the roll," "place bag in garbage after throwing out old bag." You know. That kind of thing. Of course, "MOCK NOT OR BE KICKED IN THE ASS" goes first.
Two-facedness
Bitches.
Just the facts, Ma'am Apartmentmates decide to have a "hyper dance party" at 11:30 PM complete with much cackling, high-pitched squealing and screaming, loud music, jumping, and dancing. All of which could be clearly heard in my room, with the door closed, with my headphones on. >_< In fact, I could barely HEAR anything on my headphones it was SO DAMN LOUD. So, called my mom and bitched about the state of affairs in very broken Chinese, then decided to be sneaky rather than confront them directly. Took a shower and asked them to "turn down the music" since I was "going to bed." It was around 12 AM and while dancing had been minimized a little, noise level was still about the same. Was met with surprise and shock by apartmentmates since I never go to bed that early. But. Whatever. So, went back to my room and heard, VERY CLEARLY, "Figures the only day we decide to have a hyper-dance party she would go to bed early." An hour followed where I was UNABLE to go to sleep because they were still talking and laughing VERY LOUDLY. I had actually originally planned to stay up, but then I figured I'd just go to bed. I now realize that it's probably a good thing I stay up so late. SINCE IT IS IMPOSSIBLE to sleep while they're still awake. At around 1-something AM they proceed to have what sounds like a JUMPING competition outside my door. I opened my door and asked in a (faked, because obviously I had gotten NO SLEEP) sleepy voice, "Are you guys JUMPING outside my door?" They had retreated to their bedroom at that point and (with raucous laughter included) yelled, "Sorry, just the end of the hyper dance party!" Right. But it was not the end as a moment later I heard what sounded like MORE jumping outside my door just to spite me. And let me tell you, when Apartmentmate A lands it makes a BIG noise. >_< I got up and waited by my door while they yelled things to one another and made a great deal of noise. Several minutes later Apartmentmate A also proceeded to shuffle in front of my door and I wrenched the door open almost immediately after she finished, looked around, saw Apartmentmate B standing to one side in her bathrobe, and that Apartmentmate A had apparently already made it into the livingroom and was thus out of sight, and said, "Oh, I thought I heard something," and shut the door. I actually went back to my bed which was a mistake as a moment later I heard Apartmentmate come back down the hallway and whisper to Apartmentmate B, "What did she say?" Apartmentmate B's response was too low to be heard from where I was but A's reply had the words, ". . . because I walk . . . toe . . ." (see previous entries bitching about apartmentmates for details on the "shuffling" incidents). A minute later she proceeded to shuffle AGAIN outside my door and say, "I just LOVE doing that." I then got up again and stood at my door, staring at the mirror on the back and I realized that my whole body was shaking. Now, I've used the phrase "shaking with rage" before, but it takes on an entirely different meaning after you've actually experienced it. My arms were shaking, my legs were shaking, there was this vibrating feeling all through my body, and all I wanted to do was smash my fist into the mirror or pound it into the wall. That is, because I was shaking so much that if I'd opened that door one more time it would have been to go out and throttle them. I can see how people can be angry enough to kill. It's not an excuse and you can't give in to those sort of urges, but I can see it now where I was never able to really understand it before. Things take on a whole nother meaning when you're standing in your pajamas at around 1:30 AM in the morning, shaking with rage, and keeping yourself from going berserk. I never thought I had the strength in my hands to hurt someone. But you know what? If you're angry enough . . . if you've got that much adrenaline and bitterness flowing through your body . . . believe me . . . those hands will look like formidable weapons. I'm glad I have restraint. Ehhhh, and I kind of strayed from the facts, but at this point I am JUST SO FSCKING PISSED. And I also realized that "fscking" would be said "fuzz-king" last night. At least, that's the way I would say it. ^^;;;; I guess it could be "fuh-sucking" too, but I like the other way better. Please everybody, wish me luck finding an apartment this weekend.
Thank you.
Online test days are here again
 which children's storybook character are you? this quiz was made by colleen
And I was also going to go for Kiki for many and varied reasons, but I suppose this *is* more fitting since I'm no longer poingy and hyper-happy. >_< Ah, vell.
LORD.
squealing, shrieking >_< SHUT UP ALREADY! AND STOP SQUEALING AND STOMPING!!!!!!
Oh. My. God. They turned on the music and are DANCING AND SINGING. Please, go back to hell.
WTFH???
One more month. One more fucking month. Then I'm out of here for good. >_<
Ode to Tanemura Um. Ew. At any rate, I'm very genkily excited to read this. And I want there to be a better way of saying, "More, please." 0_0 And I believe I must agree with Erin-san and Meg-san. Tin, dear, you're doomed. XDXDXD Speaking of whom, I must go re-read "Blind Monsters" so I can comment. ^_^;
BTW, this is the reason why I don't write Tanemura. XD That, and I've got too many things on my plate. Damn you people for being so good! XD (I shall not add to the badness ration at FF.net. ^^;;;; Well, in that section, anyway.)
when it's over it's over >_< It was SOOOO bad. In other news, this ending of Felicity was stupid. In other, better, news. There are still 4 episodes left. It's gonna be good. ^________^
And I'm still pissed about the midterm. WHY AM I SO STUPID????
Anime Madness ^_^ Also watched Furuba 23-24. 24 is SOOOOOOOOO good. 0_0 *huggles Kyou* Me luffs you! *ahem* Now back to your regularly scheduled blog.
Econ midterm Wednesday. Haven't really studied yet. Shoot me. >_<
A bit possessive, mm? And I dunnno much about Full Moon. But I REALLY must get the KKJ manga so I can force you to read it, it's so good . . . And Tanemura's boys are yummy. ^____^
Today and today and today In other news, there was only ONE bottle of lemonade left in the drink machine. >_< And in even more news . . . Paper Heaven is a cool store. They sell little erasers. You know, the kind I used to collect shaped like animals and flowers and cows and things. And they sell little porcelain animals (which I also used to collect) and rubber frogs and beanie babies . . . oh, and stickers. O_O Oh, and I slept through class this morning. ^^;; But this time it was at home. ^^;;; And I picked up "Caught in Crystal" and that Welsh epic beginning with a M today for $21-something. "Caught in Crystal" was $18 (collectible out-of-print paperback >_<), the Welsh epic was $2. ^^; Oh, and finally, I have decided on a paper topic for Scandinavian: "Foxy Women and Perverted Whales: Interspecies Marriages in Scandinavian Literature"
XD I originally wanted to have "Kitsune" in the title, but that's the wrong culture. ^^;
I think I'm still sort of tiredly stupid Yeah, let's do THAT. >_<
Stupid ringing thing is still ringing.
*Ring-Ring* But now that I *am* slightly more awake, errr, Tin, just um, ignore that post below about criticism since it has absolutely NOTHING to do with your question, but rather the thing you said not to be concerned with. (Let this be a lesson to me to never answer questions when I'm 90% asleep and stupid. o_O) Soo, um, should Critics care? Um, granted the actual "act" of criticism is something that may be wholly separate from the author whose work is ostensibly being criticised and even the work itself, and that being the case . . . I don't know? Should they? ^^;
And something keeps ringing in the apartment and it is NOT the phone and I want it to STOP. Right now. Because it is irritating the hell out of me. >_<
I feel sort of sick o_O I am NEVER doing this again. At least, I am NEVER starting a paper at 12 at night again. >_<
God.
I fear for my paper
*clunk*
It's now 5 in the morning. >_< Dammit. I want to sleep. And I've had a craving for lemonade ALL NIGHT, no thanks to certain people/ ¬_¬ Tin, mmm, perhaps I am being hypocritical in all my ranting. ^^;;; But, at any rate, if critics don't care, why bother to send criticism? I mean, if it's *that* godawful that you can't look at it without your eyes needing to be burned out, you can e-mail the person and say, "That is the absolute *WORST* thing EVER. There are no words. Please . . . stop." But, firstly, what's that going to accomplish? Most likely you'll either be ignored or flamed back. ^^;;; I think people are more likely to initiate changes if you're a little nicer and coach your terms to be less, um, volatile and a bit more helpful. Such as, "I think maybe your premise is a bit implausible . . . but the story might be helped a lot overall if you used the spell and grammar check or perhaps got a beta reader. Oh, and so-and-so is a guy. Just for future reference. ^^;" I mean, he/she STILL might not do anything and might be horribly offended but if you cared enough to actually send criticism, then there has to be SOMETHING salvable, right? Otherwise, why would you even take the time to bother? If it's that far beyond help, no amount of criticism is going to do anything to change the situation. (Which leads me to wonder if my 'fics are at that stage, because I have received absolutely NO feedback lately, thanks. o_O;) Of course, if you're referring to site like, "Ficbitches" which review the worst 'fics as a service to others (don't read this! save yourselves!!!) that's a little different. And as for that I really don't know. Or, well, I'm sure I can find my opinion somewhere if I wasn't so tired and if my brain didn't feel like it was seeping out my ears and if I didn't still have to write another two pages of my paper while incoherent. Fun fun. Ignore the girl at the keyboard. She needs sleep and none of this will probably make sense in the morning. >_< And in conclusion, if you're gonna bother to review, you might care enough to (even if you're going to be brutality honest) point out things that might make the 'fic better. Or something like that?
*YAWN*
Something I sort of need at the moment . . . Well, actually . . . Merr, how d'you draw a guy? ^^;
Because this day was sucky (figures, doesn't it?) And I'm still pencilling it. >_< So I think I'll take that extension after all. Especially since I STILL haven't started my paper. >_<
DOOM.
I Want OUT.
Apaatomate A's birthday fun is going on around me. >_< Very obnoxious. Bleh. I want out.
Fun with Seiyuu Loved her voice in KareKano. Misaki's was SOOOOOO high. >_< Oh, and I can't think of any off the top of my head for Seki, but I shall look about a bit, Ninx-chama. Do you still need a rundown of Fruits Basket, btw?
All you really need to know is that it's REALLY REALLY good and you need to watch it. ^_^ Oh, and it gets much better (in my opinion) after the first four episodes. LOL.
Because I was very upset and swore a lot afterwards Also looked at places with future apartmentmate and sparkling personality, J___'s girlfriend (you'll remember her from the posts in August?), K____. ^____^ We saw many great places and were highly over-eager when we shouldn't have been >_< and yeah . . . Oh, and all these places are either too far away or are available too soon. -_-;;; Oh, and we got caught in a downpour before I had to come home and deal with this shit from my apartmentmates. Yeah, today sucked.
But at least all signs point to next year being good? *sigh* If we can find a plaaaaaace.
Because I dled the 2nd movie the other day Ehhhh . . . and they couldn't even pacify me with Takari, the bastards. Though, they could be married and just, er, estranged? I dunno . . . that's not good either. >_< *sigh*
Yeah, if I ever pair one of my characters with someone *other* than their main love interest, you're probably going to see it a million miles away. ^^; But I think that would be intentional . . .
I get to be helpful! ^_^
BTW, me likes the layout muchly! ^_^ I really need to get my hands on that manga. o_O; Oh, and the anime too of course. Though I think the Jeanne anime character designs looked more like Tanemura's artwork than the Full Moon wo Sagashite ones . . . but I don't care as long as Full Moon's a better show! >_<
Why do I DO these things???? Well, some of those hours of drawing were for concept sketches for the project, but I've given up my original idea nearly completely, I think, since the one thing I learned from that was not only am I EXTREMELY rusty, I also SUCK. A lot. So right now it would just be easier to draw the "Chasing Butterflies" girl since I'm drawing her 24/7 anyway. *SIGH*
Um, going to read a little Econ. Then bed. Bed is good. Sleep is better. Gonna be DEAD tomorrow. -_-;;;
A phone conversation Later:
Otouto: But shouldn't there be two dots and a dash? Also note, I have drafted him into helping me with the actual detective story of "The Heart's Silhouette" and, erm, it's not going so well . . . ^^;;; Don't worry, Tin-sama! I'll veto anything that's too stupid. ^^;;;;; Ahhhh, and I need a holy object for "Highway to Heaven." *lightbulb*
O_O XDXDXD *evil cackle*
Initial D: I'm BURNING UP FOR YOU! XD Today was very warm. I felt very lazy. Ate bean curd while reading econ with the window open and the cooler outside air flowing in. Mmmm. I'm going to draw "Chasing Butterflies." Because it won't leave me alone. And I keep drawing the girl. Keep drawing her LOUSY but that's okay? ^^;; Slayers is on. Rodimus and Zolf just got fried by Shabranigdo . . . ^^;;
Zel is sexy. XD
Little things make me happy. ^^;
P.S. I hope that if I ever become very famous and have a biography written about me, the biographer will take the time and the trouble to find out the identities of the two people making me ABSOLUTELY miserable right now. And reveal them to the world. Thank you. Oh, and because this also came to mind in the shower . . . To the girl I was ranting most excessively about earlier, I will hold out a partial apology because I do, grudgingly, owe you something and you *are* good at some of what you do (the thing that is most definitely *NOT* fanfiction, so, all you people I know, stop worrying ^^;). Also, I really needed to rant that day and thinking about you sort of set me off. ^^;;; I think my rantings and ravings are best directed elsewhere, ne? Since I am 100% sure that certain people deserve it much more than you . . . since I actually *know* them. But I STILL disagree with your viewpoints and my arguments still stand (and I STILL don't particularly like you as a person - you just rub me the WRONG way) . . . but revise them in your mind to be rather less offensive? ^^;;;; The rant about cliches (directed at someone else) stands (mostly) unchanged. Because that STILL pisses me off. I will agree with Isabella-san that many original 'fics deserving of notice are overlooked and underappreciated while heaps upon glorified heaps of praise are laid at the doorstep of your average cliched and hackneyed plot. BUT, I still hold that your story can have cliches, even BE cliches, but as long as it's pulledd off successfully and the writing is skilled and entertaining enough, it doesn't necessarily matter. ^_^ And honorifics are nice. And I feel weird calling Tin, Tin. >_< I feel like I'm being disrespectful . . . It's different with Merr and Genes, of course because I know them in real life . . . ^^; For me, honorifics are just an aspect of fandom, and online fandom, and . . . yeah.
Mmmm, I talk too much. Everything turns into a novel (if only >_< rambleramblerambleblahblahblahboringreaderstodeathblahblahramble) so . . . shutting up now.
I wish I could write an essay about why one shouldn't strive for moral sainthood instead of the Rawls/Nozick compar Last year, despite a self-absorbed, inconsiderate, possibly hard-of-hearing (come on, she slept through the FIRE ALARM which sounds like a vacuum continuously exploding in your EAR) roommate, I found most people to be at least a bit more mature than in high school. In both their outlook towards life and their behavior towards others (though there were exceptions, BOY were there exceptions), first year in the dorms was rather nice indeed. (Especially since the afore-mentioned roommate was hardly ever home. The other one was and while we weren't friends, we DID get along . . .) As I compare that to NOW, I'm left to wonder. Apartmentmate A is a Junior, living in the aparto for the second year, so I am presuming she's had time to regress and grow ever more obnoxious and self-absorbed? Apartmentmate B is a freshman, never lived on her own before, spoiled rotten and THE most wasteful person I have EVER seen. (And last year's roommate THREW OUT her clothes when they got dirty . . . so that's sort of saying something.) And BOTH of them are two-faced examples of immaturity and possessed of no adult qualities whatsoever. Basically, the most petty pair I've ever had the displeasure of spending more than five minutes with. I was thinking vengeful thoughts in the shower. Of all the things I could say and/or do to them. The circuitbreaker is in *my* closet after all . . . I *could* be that petty, but I'm not. Though I AM *sorely* tempted at times. Oh, I decided not to give A her birthday present, btw. This last incident just broke the straw on the camel's back. BUT. I already wrote on the card and sealed it, so I'm debating breaking it open and writing more. Something along the lines of: "P.S. I had a birthday present all ready for you, but I decided you wouldn't want it because you've been having SO MUCH FUN laughing at my expense lately that I thought that I'd already given you SO MUCH PLEASURE. I mean, what could I possibly give you that would top the pleasure you received from shuffling outside my door for a good minute and then breaking into hysterical hyena-laughter? Nothing, I fear. P.P.S. Do please take care not to get sick again. You were coughing most horribly the other day . . . I believe it was a case of too much laughing." Or something like that. And I really WOULD write it, too, except the whole reason I didn't blow up at them today and the past fifty billion times was because I wanted to get through the year without incident. I've only got 47 days until the end of May (I should hopefully have a place by THEN >_<), but I'm getting to the point where I just want to LASH OUT in the most hurtful way possible. And I could DAMN WELL do it, too. If I wasn't afraid of how the bitches would bloody well retaliate. Never tell me I don't know what warfare is, or living in the trenches, or the concept of keeping your head low, biting your tongue, or, even, BIDING your time because I know ALL of these and for my own survival I've been utilizing them all a bit too much.
I feel like Cinderella with two ugly stepsisters. And I finally realized that the stepsisters aren't ugly because of their outward appearance . . . everyone who's thinking that has it ALL WRONG, they're ugly because of the way they treat her . . . because of their twisted personalities and black hearts. Because with people like that, no matter how hard you try, it's hard to find something beautiful . . . and when you do it's only momentary. A mirage of water in a dry, desolate desert.
catch up Oh, and I discovered Alex Glover finally updated his site! Hallelujah! XD But I read the first translation for Love Witch and I'm a tad bit freaked out . . . 'cause Ai really DOES get her witch powers on her birthday just like Serena/Usagi did in that fanfic I started but never finished years and years ago . . . Once Upon a Blue Moon. o_O Well, I guess it's good to know Takeuchi-sensei and I have similar thought processes? (Either that or we're both just not terribly original. XD But hey, that goes for Watase Yuu too then . . . Ayashi no Ceres, anyone? Speaking of which, I wonder if the twins in Takeuchi-sensei's story will suffer a similar fate?) ^^; Keiki. ^_^ LOL. I want a Chocolate Christmas. And damn Kodansha for losing the original manuscripts for PQ Angels. >_< Oh, I also made yummy spaghetti. ^_^ Yay! Edible food! Apartment mates must still die. Excessively. In an X:The Movie-like fashion. >_< (Not for real. I do not advocate harming others.)
And I need to do more reading, dammit. Because I must read 3 Econ chapters, a hundred pages of the Kalevala, work on my Philosophy paper (Ha!), finish my Econ hmwk? (double ha!), start on my Scandinavian term paper?, and do my stupid art project. >_< Merritt . . . do it foooooor me, 'kay?
Because I don't give a fuck (Note: This is not an actual death threat. This is just me venting frustration. This is not a cause to sue or a reason to question my sanity, that being said . . .)
DIE THREE TIMES OVER!!!!!!
NEED TO MOVE OUT
I'm performing my satanic rituals in the bathroom of course, what else? >_< >_< >_<  what's your battle cry? | mewing.net | merchandise! Words were carved in stone on Saturday, April 13, 2002: 01:31 a.m.
Do you have radar or something? I THOUGHT you were ASLEEP???? I swear, whenever I need to use the bathroom (shower, brushing teeth, taking off/putting on contacts) the minute I'm about the open my door I hear the bathroom door slamming shut. >_<
WHYYYYY??????
Shhhhh!!!! SHUT UP. They're not even having a party because THERE IS NO MUSIC. So what the HELL are you doing up there? Can't you see I'm trying to, um, wallow in quiet here??? BTW, talked to Merr for an hour and a half on the phone today. ^^; Starting at 1:30ish her time. XDXD And I'm still sort of hungry. Damn them. (Give you one guess as to "them.") I ate ramen, though. >_< I wish I had a backbone . . . but if I did, I wouldn't get those answers on all those tests. ^^;;;; (See livejournal. XD) Ah, and now they're taking a shower? Dude, they're the only people who shower at around the same time as me. No, seriously, I hear the shower going off at four in the morning sometimes and I'm like o_O; (I thought I was the only person who did that in this building!). But of course, that could be because . . . ewwww, no.
It's late . . . and I don't wanna think about it. >_<
Osmosis? And I've noticed it a bit lately when my Japanese cds and songs start to make sense . . . o_O; I used to be able to listen to them while studying and not think too much about them because, haha, don't know what they're saying . . . and now, if I listen hard enough I start figuring out bits and pieces. I swear once I found out the meaning for "mune" and "kokoro" that was it. XD But yeah . . . It must be like . . . anime osmosis or something. XD As for the episode itself, it reminded me of Harry Potter, Monsters Inc, Magic Knight Rayearth, and Ronin Warriors. (And I guess a little bit of Card Captor Sakura if you want to throw in the legendary spirit beast Cerberus . . . but not really. XD) LOL. But Koji's a weirdo so far, the little kid's a crybaby (but not anywhere near as cute as Takeru, despite the big hat), and Takuya seems pretty cool. XDXD Dude. My vocabulary is 60% due to Clamp and 40% due to Sailormoon, I think. Well, okay, that's NOT true, but I swear . . . anime osmosis! XDXD For instance:
Kodocha: betsuni, gomi, kodomo, omocha, ja nai And of course there are a lot more and those are just a few examples . . . but yes, tell this to your parents . . . "I'm not watching "cartoons" . . . I'm learning a foreign language!"
Jeis sue la jon vie. (Um, I just managled French completely, having never taken it, but surely someone remembers those commercials for French learning videos with cartoon monsters??? Someone? Anyone?)
*shatter shatter*
I always loved the grouchy miserable one the best, though. And I liked Oscar the Grouch, too. Errrr . . . ^^;
*rubs hands together in maniacal glee* ^_________^ Um, Michiru/Haruka? Can't think of any off the top of my head. >_< Buuuuuut . . . can I reccommend good Sailormoon fanfiction? *evil cackle* Let's see, quick run down (and since you don't seem to like Mamoru much . . . well, okay, Seiya more - manga Mamoru is better! >:D - ;_; I'll limit the list to mostly everybody-related stuff as opposed to Usagi-Mamoru (Lianne Sentar, Razzzberri, etc.)) of authors: (Oh, and excuse Gen-Senshi overkill . . . I'm rather, um, biased.)
Chris Davies P.S. Listed Kyoudai-tachi last though I thought of them first . . . no biases here. XD Do read, however. I know only talented people. ^_______^ *coughs* And if you decide to read mine . . . including the recent stuff . . . please forgive me. >_< It's all very old. The recent stuff I'm dissatisfied with. *cries* And NO ONE COMMENTS ANYMORE! >_< C&C, I sort of need it . . . -_-;;;; We now return to your regularly scheduled webblogging. Lots of the above can be found with a little searching at A Sailor Moon Romance. ^_^
Hope that helped a little. And yes, need to do reading now . . .
A note to Gina P.S. You don't fold socks. You ball them. What is this . . . sock-folding?? o_O;
And now I go do work. Yes, yes.
It's scary when they're sort of accurate. Read the last paragraph. >_< You grew up without your parents, disease took them when you were young. Your wife too was lost to illness, and although you'd already begun studying what there was of medicine, it was only after she had left you that your life had real purpose. You were going to cure the world. You worked long hours, you did your best to heal the sick and help the hurting. You believed in what you were doing. And one night you had a little bit too much to drink... and another life left the world, one you could have saved, one you should have saved.
Karma is giving you a second chance. This lifetime, you will have the chance to make a difference, to help or heal, cure or care. Take that
chance, use it well, or you'll be stuck repeating this over and over. You're already somewhat health-conscious and that can be used to
your advantage. You're already at times protective, and that's a good trait. The only thing you really need to beware of is being used - not
everyone is looking for help, some just want an easy ride, and that is NOT what you are here to give.
MWAHAHAHA . . . I love blog-trolling. ^_^ 'Specially among the ones I read. XD Your objective is simple: Soul Accumulation Words were carved in stone on Wednesday, April 10, 2002: 11:18 p.m.
Ladeda
It's depressing even without rain The first year is fun. I actually had some school spirit for the first time since elementary school. And good things happened last year . . . and about an equal number of bad. And I think this year a lot of it just . . . fell apart. It went away and fell apart and while I'm sad to see some of those things go, I'm also relieved that some are going, but mostly, I'm just tired. I'm just really, really tired. I feel like I'm wasting my parents' money and my time when I go to class and fall asleep and can't pull myself ahead. When I've got to search for housing AGAIN because I can't live wih people (at least not these people) and I have to spend an hour and money I don't want to spend looking for a birthday present for an apartmentmate I don't even like . . . then get completely inconvenienced by the self-same apartmentmate who doesn't give a DAMN about me. I'm sick of school. I'm sick of struggling. I'm sick of deadlines and midterms and finals. I'm sick of putting up with shit. I'm sick of the fact that when I try not to put up with it it blows up in my face and I just have to smile and go on. I don't want to have to try anymore. I want the school year to be over. I want out. *Sigh* But I'm fine, really. This too shall pass. And did I just quote the BIBLE?! >_< Gaaaaahhhhh! Maybe I'm not quite so fine after all. Today, while in Evans (I had two classes in the accursed building . . . FUUUUUU~~~~~NNNN -_-;;;) I was seriously wondering whether any religious groups would get a priest or someone to come and exorcise the building by blessing each room. And I was thinking they should. And not only am I NOT a Christian, I'm also not very religious (agnostic, fyi). But really, the building gives me such creepy vibes. I hate it, and not just because it's the math building. They should raze it . . . really. I mean, Soda and Etcheverry are the CS buildings, ne, and you don't see anyone committing suicide in THEM, now do you? Or the architecture building (which is . . . ?) where the architecture students basically spend their LIVES at . . . I hate that building. I really, really hate it. I also couldn't stay awake in it today and I think I'm going to fail Econ, so of course that doesn't make it any better. >_< I swear it's built up with the malevolent energy of desperate and depressed students. And the doors in the renovated girl's bathroom are TOO high. WTH were they thinking???? And that just got totally off topic . . . BTW, I didn't hear about Dwight, either, Gina until I passed by today. Heck, I didn't even know his name until today. And now I regret not giving him money while he was alive . . . -_-; Walking past, I wondered if he had jumped from Evans (since I was still unaware of the identity of the second jumper), but of course it had to be ANOTHER tragedy.
It's a sad world we live in when two homeless men are attacked for the change in their pockets and one of them ends up dead and the other one in the hospital. I think I just lost a little faith in humanity. |
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