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| 04:50pm 26/06/2006 |
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All right kiddies, thanks to a brainstorming session with David, I've done it.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dubious_dane
Have fun with the transfer, kiddies. I'll try to make it painless.
If you add me, I'll more than likely add you back... if I haven't already, it's simply because you didn't spring to mind immediately. Please don't take offense, I'm just rather spacey.
Whee! |
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| 03:25pm 26/06/2006 |
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Since I had a thought last night after reading the Innocent Lies story in Wild Rock (I admit, I get my deep thoughts from stange places)...
What separates tragedy from something that is merely sad or depressing is beauty, in any sense of the term.
Discuss.
(Because I'm rather curious as to what other people obtain from my midnight musings.)
Also:
VOTE damn you!
Thank you. |
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| "They've cleaned up all the booze and broken glass, on parquet floors you can't grow grass..." |
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| 12:24am 25/06/2006 |
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mood:  undecided music: Marianne Faithful- Bilbao Song
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All right, kiddies.
It's come down to this.
The new user name thing is really starting to sound good, and since some bloody bastard (who I discovered has only posted once in his or her journal to rather rudely point out that he or she has monopolized the name solely in order to be... well, a prick--check out machiavellism if you don't believe me) already stole my true desired name, I've come down to these three options:
"willfully_me" - Both a pun with Shakespeare's given name, and a bold statement proclaiming that I am myself, and no one else, obstinately (I love the connotation) choosing to be my own person no matter what anyone else says or does.
"immorally_fit"- Bringing back the machiavel idea, for, according to many, I am indeed evil, and I really rather enjoy being called as such. Hence the "fit" portion. See? It all works.
"my_machiavel"- Really the only way I could fit good old Machiavel into an untaken username... it has a nice ring, I suppose, but I'm not insanely fond of it... I could insist that it refers to Iago of Othello or somehow to myself (but who's behind the "my" then?), but... well, unless it gets a staggering number of votes, it doesn't hold me.
Also, if you can think of any cheeky, interesting, and me-ish manner in which to place the concept of Machiavellism into a username, by all means, please share. I really had my heart set on placing that bit of literary egghead-ish-ness in there... speaking of which, if anyone can somehow manage to stick Hamlet, Horatio, or any other classical character--or, for that matter, any literary elite term at all--into a name that reminds you of me, please, feel free to step forward. I am open to ideas here! Spain, liberalism, rebellion, anything!
And please don't remain silent. I want EVERYONE'S opinion on this... yes, even yours! Yes, you, in the computer seat, right there. Don't just sit their looking stupid! Form an opinion, get those synapses firing! Go, go go go!
Or I'll wind up choosing some obscure calculus term, and laughing at the irony as you all wallow in pain.
IT COULD HAPPEN. |
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| "'Cause we find ourselves in the same ol' mess, singing drunken lullabies..." |
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| 03:47pm 22/06/2006 |
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Why not?
My name:
Who am I in love with:
Where did we meet:
Take a stab at my middle name:
How long have you known me:
When was the last time that we saw each other:
Do I smoke (weed or cigs):
Do I drink:
What was your first impression of upon meeting me:
Do I have any siblings:
What's one of my favorite things to do:
Am I funny:
What's my favorite type of music:
What is the best feature about me:
Am I shy or outgoing:
Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules:
Do I have any special talents:
Would you consider me a friend/good friend:
What is a memory we have once had:
Have you ever hugged me:
Do you miss me:
Do you think i miss you:
What is my favorite food:
Have you ever had a crush on me:
If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be:
Who do I like right now:
What is my worst habit:
If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what would i bring?
Will you repost this so I can do it for you?
Have fun, kids. |
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| "God save the USA." |
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| 10:26pm 20/06/2006 |
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mood:  righteous music: Pennywise- God Save the USA
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God you must be kidding me, thought this was supposed to be
The home of the brave and the free for you and me.
But now there's something wrong; shit's been going on too long.
It's never gonna change, there's no way, so I say
What's the CIA and the NRA?
They're all the same, just the names are changed.
Fuck there's no excuse, any way you lose.
It's all a joke in the good old USA.
All we need is more factories pumping filth into the sky.
Corporate greed and perverted priests, it's the story of our lives.
And apathy's the national disease, and there is no end in sight.
God save the USA; blame the president and say your prayers tonight.
The irony of liberty is no one here is truly free
When elections are stolen by greed and the G.O.P.
So watch the nightly news, find out how you're getting screwed.
Whatcha gonna do? There's no use, so I say
Fuck the industry, the aristocracy,
They're all the same; just the names are changed.
Fuck there's no excuse, any way you lose.
It's all a joke in the good old USA.
Government hypocricy
American Idolatry
Corporate philosophy
Nightly news of tragedies
Where no one cares what's right or wrong
Heroes now are all long gone
The freedoms that we all abuse
Obituaries front page news
I mentioned this yesterday, and I thought it deserved a print here.
Why? Just because I feel that there isn't enough rebellion present in today's world.
How did "fight the power" morph into "aquiesce quietly"?
Even if it is popular opinion, don't buckle under simply because the opposition declares you un-American for doing so. I have nothing against patriotism, but when it's used as a weapon... well, I'm simply offended.
I also appreciate the irony.
And, in case you weren't aware, I have nothing against the idea of a higher being, a celestial power, or anything along those lines. I do, however, find a great number of the Christian ideals to be ridiculous, imbecilic, chauvanistic (even if that one is obvious to all who know anything), injust, offensive (I realize that I repeat myself, but let's overlook the fact that one word fits both situations), and, above all, false.
If my opposition is free to preach all they choose, so am I.
Basing a government on religion is archaic, not to mention a tremendous mistake. The last time this country was under theology, we were burning people at the stake and/or hanging them in the town square.
Does anyone else see the issue?
I don't argue with having opinions. I argue with enforcing them on others.
I don't insist that everyone think the way I do. I just ask that they think, and have the same respect for the rest of humanity.
Someone, I don't care who, save the USA. We've morphed into the very thing we claim to oppose.
Thank you, and good night. |
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| "She feels like kicking out all the windows and setting fire to this life..." |
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| 09:51pm 17/06/2006 |
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mood: calm music: Dave Matthews Band- Grey Street
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So.
Discovered this WONDERFUL new program, that shows tabs both in the original tablature and real music, which is pretty damn cool. It also PLAYS the tabs for you, so you can tell whether or not the tab is accurate (at least according to your ear). Sooo nifty!
I'd also like to let everyone know that I live in a gang-infested hell-hole, and will be thrilled to leave in August (we're working on purchasing sheets in that bloody annoying extra long twin size).
In other news.
I attempted to write yesterday... not too sure about the results. Dir en grey fiction, just another little interlude, I suppose. Kind of a stupid idea, really, but hey, most of mine are. As long as it's not miserable and angsty, I think it's a suitable alternative to most of the crap out there. (Oh, I have no delusions about being surpassed by everyone and anyone; I may suck, but so do a hell of a lot of other people who are suffering under the delusion that they do NOT.)
I'm not sure, I don't think I write Kaoru and Kyo very well. Kyo is pretty easy, but I haven't nailed Kaoru yet (in both senses of the term, actually... sad but true)... I did, however, find out that he plays an ESP Ganesa and not, as I had suspected, a severely altered SG. Silly me.
My writing, however... eh. Sub-par. The idea wasn't fully formed in my head, so I'll lay part of the blame there. I don't tend to work well when I only have some very raw inkling in my brain and nothing else.
"Kyo is sleeping on Kaoru's guitar."
"... what else?"
"...."
I have a running mental dialogue, sometimes.
Speaking of which...
I need to join the speech and debate team, I think. I'm sick of all of these very rousing, well-thought-out speeches rattling around in my skull, with no one to hear them except the shower wall, and possibly mum before she gets fed up with me and tells me to knock it off.
Because damnit, I think of some pretty good speeches while in the shower! Don't ask me why there, because that's beside the point. They're GOOD!
And I need an audience who will appreciate (or at least pretend to) my very strong opinions on civil rights, ethics, etcetera!
... but now Monty Python's on, so I must leave you all with that to think on. Ta! |
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| "He's a jukebox hero, got the stars in his eyes..." |
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| 11:41pm 15/06/2006 |
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mood:  tired music: Foreigner- Jukebox Hero
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So.
Doctor's appointment? Not nearly as bad as I had expected. Huzza for British doctors and their respect of my no-touchie attitude.
And he laughed when I asked if he could feel my spleen. That made me happy.
However, the tetanus shot is not making me happy at this moment. My arm hurts like a BITCH.
Didn't burn going in though, which was nice. A very good nurse gave me both my tetanus and hepatitus A shots, so there wasn't even any real pain associated with the experience.
We might be progressing here, people! My phobia (sort of) may be moving into the past!
... my phobia of gynecologists, however... Eesh. I dread that day, kiddies, with all of my being.
But we won't think about it right now. Because I am doctor-free, for a good year at least!
Except for next week, when I get my meningitis shot, which there is apparently a national shortage of. Crazy. Thank you, government that is more focused on banning civil liberties than providing for the citizens.
*yawns*
And I apparently have a very slow pulse rate. How crazy is that? 64. Insane. Whenever we took it in Bio, it was insanely high. Double incredible, considering the fact that being in a doctor's office increased my stress-levels ten-fold.
I am more zen than I had realized, apparently.
However, I was a little... irked today at Safeway/AJ's. (See, it's technically a Safeway, but it's set up like an AJ's... you know, the one on 7th Street and Glendale? .... No one lives by me, that's right.) I watched as the bag-boy in the next check-out lane flirted with the rather skanky female as he bagged groceries... seriously, her shorts were about an inch away from revealing her ass. As far as I could see, she was not that attractive.
Is that the pre-requisite for male attraction? Bare some desirable part of your body? Flaunt yourself for anyone and everyone to see? Isn't self-respect appreciated any more? I admit I'm no traffic-stopper, but I'm not a hag either. I'm pleasant enough, when I'm not provoked, and I appreciate attention, even if I may complain about it later.
So why is it that attractive males avoid me like the plague? Is interest really based on something so shallow, or am I just not that appealing?
I think I need to know this before I'm shot off to college. Or, I'd like to, anyway.
I'm not that intimidating, unless I'm trying. And I usually don't... I admit I may put off a slight air of arrogance, considering that's my general attitude... but is it really that over-powering? I doubt it.
Someone needs to tell me what on earth is so... uninteresting about me. I need to learn how to be appealing; one failure is enough to nag me incessantly.
So, what is it kids?
Side-note: Ann Coulter is a witch. I apologize, but it's the truth. I need to get that out there, because telling my mother (who agrees with me) over and over is simply not cutting it. She's... well, she's an absolute witch, and that's all I can say without turning red in the face. So I'll leave it there. If you must have justification, please ask.
Thank you.
*exhale*
Man, does my arm hurt. |
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| 10:21pm 12/06/2006 |
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mood: calm music: Bowling for Soup- 1985
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Ouch.
I'm falling apart.
My joints are failing.
... ok, certain joints are hurting. Slightly.
I'm dramatic, we know this.
Soooo.
According to Cynthia, my little Japanese book I got from the library is incorrect. You DON'T ever use "watakushi". Seriously. It's apparently a really old, formal "I", whereas currently, "watashi" is pretty much the most formal.
Reminds me of that one tidbit of info I found out while watching Kenshin... apparently, Kenshin uses an archaic, insanely polite form of I that's also never used. It may be a little annoying at times, but I find the different "I"s pretty interesting... I always automatically compare it to the "tú" and "usted" differentiation in Spanish, but it's a much bigger deal in Japanese, apparently... heh, it's not the "he/she/it" conjugation, it's the "semi-polite for use amongst classmates" conjugation!
It's interesting... I can't wait to actually start learning it.
(By the way, I'm determined to know all my hiragana by my first day of classes. Yar!)
I desperately want to go the Asian store. I'm out of ramen, and haven't made An Pan in ages. I also need some soba noodles... eesh.
And maybe some strawberry pocky, just for fun.
I think I still have a marble soda hidden in the back of my fridge somewhere...
Man, wish I could get a bubble tea... hehe, that thing was so much fun! Tasty, and easy to gross people out with! I admit, the tapioca bubbles weren't exactly wonderful... kinda tasteless and goopy, but... so much fun!
... the roof of my mouth is burnt, and I have NO idea why. Hate when that happens.
And what is with everyone travelling to my college destinations this summer? David gets to go to Spain, and Cynthia gets to scoot over to Japan (ok, that's not that crazy, she goes every year, but still... eight hours my ass!)... man. So jealous.
Such is life.
"Except my life... except my life... except my LIIII-EEEEFE."
Thank you, Kenneth Branagh. You are a crazy, crazy man. |
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| 10:12pm 11/06/2006 |
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mood:  indignant music: The All-American Rejects- Dirty Little Secret
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Excuse me.
J. K. Rowling, best living English author?
Oh. Fucking. Please.
I can't even find anything to say to this.
My obvious choice (coincidentally the burgled runner-up) would be Mr. Terry Pratchett, who I have been a devoted fan of for years. His writing truly deserves such merit; if you don't believe me, pick up any one of his myriad of Discworld novels (I, personally, might suggest Witches Abroad, seeing as how that was my first as well), a series in which the books don't need to become progressively longer, full of meaningless angst and riddled with absolutely pointless death, but instead delight in poking fun at clichés (often in an affectionate manner) and daring to go where most don't expect fantasy to go.
I'll admit that I like the Harry Potter books, but give me a break.
This also strengthens my resolve. Not writing fantasy? Subverting the tired genre?
GET OFF YOUR FUCKING HIGH HORSE, MADAM.
Yes, I am angry and indignant. I find this insulting, and would like to remind the public that greatness is based on talent, and not, contrary to popular belief, on popularity.
Thank you, and good night. |
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| 03:24pm 10/06/2006 |
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mood: content music: Seki Toshihiko- Wild Wing
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Checked out a ton of books from the library for the lake trip, and didn't even finish one. What's with that, yo.
Although I have begun reading, which is a good thing.
However, while we're on that subject... Pomona has sent me summer reading. I thought that ended with high school, kids. What is up with that.
And unfortunately, freshmen cannot take courses at any college other than Pomona, so no rock climbing for my PE credit. *sigh* However, there are two martial arts courses and a racketball course that look interesting... the two fencing options were "beginning" and "sabre", so that's definitely a no.
Aaahhh, rock climbing! How I long for thee, even if thou dost maketh mine calves ache!
I've decided to take my room-cleaning-expedition gradually, over the course of the entire summer, so as not to make it too painful. Why cleaning, you ask? Why, so I know what I have to pack and it's easy to get to, of course. I think over the course of the next week, I will go through my clothes. I'm wondering if there's some other organization besides Goodwill I can give clothes to, however... I'd like a more direct charitable route, if that's possible.
What the hell, I've turned into a good person.
Weird.
Anyway, while cleaning today, I did discover five bucks inside an old birthday card, so hey. Benefits around every corner.
And then we come to the real reason behind this post...
As (some of) you may have noticed, Naomi has done the brave thing and switched her livejournal username. I find this admirable and inspirational, as I had been toying with the very same idea myself. Now, would this be widely accepted? Would you lot all transfer with me to a new name gladly, or would the irritation be more than tolerable? I was thinking... oh, something along the lines of "nefariously_iconoclastic", or perhaps some pertinent lyric or other that would stay with me for quite a bit longer than this name of undesirability.
So, what say you, masses? Yay or nay?
(... "Which one means yes?" I love that movie.) |
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| 07:45pm 09/06/2006 |
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mood:  dazed music: Living Things- Bom Bom Bom
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It's funny, over 100 songs on my giant MP3 CD... and this is the only one that is fucked up. What the hell.
Which I discovered in... Flagstaff. Or therabouts, anywho.
Oh yea, I went on vacation. I mentioned this, yes? Yes. Fairly certain.
And now I'm back.
And for some reason... rather... dazed. I have no idea why. My body still thinks that the ground should be rocking, which is normal, but my head feels like either I've recently taken heavy pain meds, or I haven't slept/eaten in a long time.
Can Excedrin have such effects, even if I took it around, say, eight-thirty this morning?
GAAAH I'M DYING.
Little bit of stress back in my life though, because I got a summer reading assignment from Pomona. I am wary... it appears liberal, but was nominated for an award by some Christian society. SUSPICIONS GALORE.
But they're going to tell me who's in my sponsor group, and where I'm living and all that jazz soon. I'M SO EXCITED.
I do feel guilty about my lack of summer job, though. However, it simply wouldn't work out. I'd be asking for two weeks vacation, and then leaving permanently on the 19th of August... Pretty sure no one would want that kind of worker.
Yargh.
... I'm going to start a band called Matamoscas. GRACIAS MAESTRA! *dies*
See? Told you I was dazed. Possibly more later, when I'm coherent. If I feel like it. Yar.
Toodles. |
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| 03:20pm 03/06/2006 |
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mood: content music: Counting Crows- Accidentally In Love
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(Actually, I'm not really listening to that, but my brother's watching Shrek 2 in the other room, so...)
Hm, not sure if I mentioned that I got my hair cut again...
I mean it's not quite as DRAMATIC as the last time, I suppose, but it is a bit shorter... more perky, I believe. I'm not sure, but it looks perky. Perky emo hair, what the hell. But it works, and I dig it.
Speaking of emo...
I have recently decided that I must join their culture.
Because APPARENTLY, cute emo boys randomly kiss one another for the enjoyment of the surrounding audience.
Why did I not know about this.
So, emo kids, here I come.
As said, I've got the hair for it... maybe with some gel? Yea. Spiky is always good, if annoying as fuck.
But I'm not nearly depressed enough.
Damn.
... woe, woe, moan, moan, sigh, sigh, wrist-cut, wrist-cut.
So trite... but hey.
Quick, someone, depress me!
(I'm so mean.)
But other than that, kids, I really have nothing to say...
Other than the fact that Naomi has inpsired me greatly, and I may be switching journals soon.
But until Friday... I bid you all adieu! |
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| 08:55pm 02/06/2006 |
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mood: tired music: That punk-ska version of Stairway to Heaven
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So, lucky bastard David is on the plane to Spain right now.
And I sit here. Not heading towards Spain in any way, shape or form.
Damn.
Mind, we are leaving for Powell on Sunday, but...
It's not nearly the same thing, all right?
AAIIGH! ESPANA! LE AMO TANTO TANTO!
Ai, dios mio. Que triste.
I still have to wait. *sigh*
Finally got the Tonberry GF in FFVIII though...
Not really sure the little bastard was worth all the trouble.
But hey.
And I am CONSTANTLY tired now, for some reason. As I reasoned earlier, it must be due to the fact that my brain, without multitudes of stress to keep it going, has no idea what to do with itself. Thus, constant lethargy and a sort of acute narcolepsy.
... but wouldn't narcolepsy be the COOLEST friggin disorder to have? Dude. Except for the not driving part. It'd be hip.
But you'd have to be sure to explain yourself... people might just think that you're being very rude.
I should be writing... but I rather prefer to write on my laptop, and my laptop is buried and pretty much dead. I'm not getting my new one until... well, until the last minute, really, so I can get the most recent everything.
And hey, I still have no idea where I'm rooming, and whether or not I have a roommate. Dude. I'm going to a school of SLACKERS.
But that's what makes them special, I guess.
AIGH I'M GOING TO POMONA. *dies*
And after hearing Philip's multitude of stories last night, I am very tempted into fooling people into thinking that I'm a foreign exchange student who knows very little English. Ahhh, fun stuff. I'd need to develop my Russian accent though... at the moment, it always degenerates into some sort of bastardized, Eastern European/French issue. Not sure what that's all about, but hey.
See, when I'm sleepy, I ramble.
But that's enough for now.
I will leave you lot for dreams of a cheap, boxed set of Hellsing... mmmm... |
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| 09:28pm 28/05/2006 |
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mood:  okay music: Monster Magnet- Unbroken (Hotel Baby)
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Haven't heard this song in a while...
Still adore it.
... I amused myself during graduation, wondering what would happen if, instead of the pansy-ass singing that was going on, I whipped out a guitar (and band members) and began playing this.
Ahhh, it would have been pretty damn cool yo.
And it kept me entertained. For a little while, anyway. Didn't quite occupy the... what, two and a half hours we sat out there? It was a long time.
In other news...
Watched the second disc of Sukisyo today.
How the HELL does one series manage to be so crack-filled, and yet also so serious at the same time? It's MADDENING. And I definitely don't dig the angst. WHY THE ANGST? And what the fuck is with the one, LAST episode of the series not being on the disc? WHERE IS IT? GAH! IT'S ALL UNRESOLVED!
But the amusing little seiyuu thing in the special features cheered me up. Seiyuus rock. XD They're all CRAZY. Not exactly sexy beasts, but definitely amusing. And they had heart stickers on their faces... *dies* SEXY BEAM!
I want to be a seiyuu. Maybe I'll marry one... hehe. Too bad Seki-sama is old enough to be my father... (or, well, he's the same age as my mother, really, but... *ahem*)
Yar. Seiyuus.
And everyone around me makes me feel incompetent in the area of Japanese. *dies* I'M SUCH A LOSER!
Reading and writing Spanish isn't NEARLY as impressive. Grr.
OJALA QUE PUEDA COMPRENDER EL JAPONES!
Que triste, yo sé.
... all of you only children out there? Realize how fucking lucky you really are.
Explain this one to me:
My sister hates my guts. The feeling is mutual. So WHY DOES SHE INSIST ON COPYING NEARLY EVERY ASPECT OF MY LIFE?! IT'S MADDENING!
And don't give me that "imitation is the sincerest form of flattery" crap. It's suicide. It's also annoying as FUCK.
Man. I hate people. |
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| 09:37pm 27/05/2006 |
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mood: defeated music: A Change of Pace- Known One Knows
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So, the Phoenix Cup.
I got my ass handed to me. Sucks.
And my shoulder is still bloody KILLING me... luckily, though, fencing didn't make it hurt... probably because I was doing so CRAPPILY.
Philip never did show up... slacker. Nor did Allison, even though she signed up for two events today... what's with that? Eesh.
The highlight of the day was definitely hanging out with Cynthia, Youssri and Steven (along with the occasional Prescott kid and Phillip) in the balcony of defeat (or de feet, depending). Yar.
My SHOOOUULLDDER. Urgh.
And I don't have much else to say about the matter... except Youssri trying to swing dance with Steven was, by far, the most amusing thing I've seen in a while.
Crazy Tucson kids. |
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| 09:00pm 26/05/2006 |
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mood: calm music: A Change of Pace- Goodbye for Now
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So, Gradutation? Boring as hell.
Hot, too. Why it had to be held outdoors when we have a nice, big auditorium is beyond me.
Although the airhorns would have been even MORE annoying indoors. Jesus Christ.
I still think that all of our accomplishments were trivialized when we were put in the same group as the entire senior class... The speech by the student body president made me retch. Unexcused absences? Um, no. Begging a teacher to accept a late assignment? Not me. Staying up late to finish assignments? Sure as hell not you.
Bleh.
Totally rocked it walking up to grab my diploma though... even though it WASN'T my diploma, but just the case for it... we got the diploma when we went back to our rows. Weird, but more efficient. And hey, the audience didn't know, so who cares.
Grad night, on the other hand, left me pleasantly surprised, if insanely exhausted.
(Seriously, what's with waking us up to practice at 7:30, then trying to make us stay up until 5 am?)
At first, it kinda sucked; I got there before a lot of people (mind you, a good portion of the senior class didn't show up at all... better for those that went, really), and they were playing (c)rap. Talked with Yifei a bit when he came, wandered a bit, and eventually planted myself by the bar. The evening was looking down when...
The first band got on stage! BAND! ROCK MUSIC! I promptly got down to the floor in front of the stage, and proceeded to ROCK. The first was A Change of Pace... a bunch of cute emo-looking punk boys who were actually really good. I jammed, I rocked, and people were somewhat polite... at least, there was a crowd on the floor. A small one, but a crowd nonetheless.
In their last song though, one of the bassist's strings broke... ah, I felt so bad! When he came around after to hand out flyers, I mentioned it... he kept playing through it, very cool. I wanted to go and talk to him some more, but the next band was already up and I do enjoy the rocking. By the time they were gone, so was the first band. And the singer was friggin HOT. Damnit.
I did get to talk to the drummer too, though... complimented the band, and he shook my hand and asked for my name. Kinda pointless, really... but I appreciated the thought all the same.
The second band was Seconds to Breathe... not as good, but still fun. They were, coincidentally, the guys that opened for Bon Jovi... and the senior class of 2006 was absolutely awful towards them. Including myself and Kat, there were maybe six people on the dance floor, rocking out. They weren't BAD, fucking losers.
There were some people watching from the balcony, but the refused to applaud at the end of the songs. What the fuck is with that? It's fucking rude. Pissed me OFF.
But Kat and I stuck with them to the end... when they went off, I went to sit by the stage, and Kat joined me a bit later... And then, lucky us, the guitarist (Nate) came over and gave us free CDs for dancing throughout their entire set! Then we totally got to chat with him and the singer... they were majorly impressed that we saw them at Bon Jovi. Fun to talk to.
Then the next band, Thousand Yard Stare came on (ah ha ha, that was my moment for the night... when Nate was saying who the next band was, I did a pantomime asking whether it was "stair" or "stare"... and he actually understood and was able to respond; I win at charades, yo), and we rocked out to them to. A few more people came to the floor, but it was still sickeningly bare. And I was getting tiiiiireeeeddd... To the point where the bassist was teasing me about it during the middle of a song.
They did a raffle thing during the middle of their set, at which point the bassist declared that we (myself, and the... oh, five other people on the floor) were getting CDs for being so cool. And get them we did! (I was lying on the floor at this point, because the raffle was annoying, and I was tired... I was touched, after someone gave me a CD, a security guard came over to check on me, and gave me a cup of water!) Very cool.
After they left though, the music returned to crapola, and I sat down at the tables... trying not to fall asleep. Wanted to talk to the guys from A Change of Pace, but they were long gone, and the guys from Thousand Yard Stare kept disappearing.
So, after about fifteen minutes, I decided I'd better scoot or risk crashing on the way home due to my extreme exhaustion. Took my CDs and flyer and left... there's an amazing lack of people on the road at 3 am.
But I was very pleased... 3 mini-concerts, all with backstage passes, and two CDs for less than thirty bucks. Very pleased, unexpectedly so.
I LOVE ROCKING OUT. YEESSSS.
A Change of Pace is having a show in Peoria on the 8th... if I'm not on vacation (which would suck)... anyone interested?
Whee, so much fun.
And went to see X-Men with Kat & crew today... I'll admit it was a good movie, but what the hell kind of plot was that? It had NOTHING to do with the comic books, let me tell you. Absolutely nada. The writers pulled that one out of their asses, shoving bits and pieces in from the comics where they could make things interesting.
But I'll admit that I was a little happy that they killed of Cyclops. Friggin pansy. That's what you GET.
Although the random insurgence of fallacies did bug me... as did the replacing of Quicksilver with some broad who had tattoos on her boobs. What was with THAT?
But if I continue, I'll be here for hours. Ask me if you'd like me to point out all the problems, I'd be happy to. :)
All right, that's enough for now kiddies.
Phoenix Cup tomorrow... eesh. |
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| "Grand pianos crash together when my boy walks down the street..." |
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| 07:41pm 24/05/2006 |
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mood: sleepy music: The Magnetic Fields- When My Boy Walks Down the Street
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Man, I'm constantly tired.
I blame it on the crazy-ass dreams that have been keeping me in bed later than I would like.
And they are SERIOUSLY crazy-ass dreams. CRAZY.
Last night, I think I vascillated between a blind woman knight and a poor person of the victorian age who had somehow come into a sort of fake money... I think a prince fell in love with me at one point, but then ignored me (and hit me in the face, once), so...
It was weird, all right? WEIRD.
There were Russians playing baseball... I remember that. And we were... hiding from them. In the underbrush. Or something.
I told you. Crazy-ass dreams.
Anyway.
Bohra Naono has officially made it into my list of Super-Fucking-Awesome mangakas, along with Yuki Shimizu, Yamane Ayano, Kazuya Minekura and... I think there was one more, but... OH! Yuzuha Ougi. There we go.
And it's funny, because at first I didn't like her art... but the more I read, the more I adored it. And her stories are always wonderful, so...
*yawn*
I enjoy rambling about absolutely nothing, I admit it.
Because I'm so damn SLEEPY. CURSE YOU crazy subconscious.
... even if you do keep me entertained. *ahem*
And graduation practice at 7:30 tomorrow morning? What the fuck is with that. I PROTEST!
We're doing it in the gym, it's not like we have to go early in the morning so that it's cool. What the hell.
PROTEST!
I haven't woken up that early since... ok, ok, so I woke up BEFORE six for the AP Calc, but...
Meh.
Phoenix Cup on Saturday... we'll see how that goes. I'm totally prepped for the balcony of defeat, yo. (Normally, I would make a joke about it not being the balcony of de hands, but it's not quite as amusing in written form...) Hopefully my (crippled) coach will be there to help us out... eesh.
We shall see.
*sleeps* |
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| "Her yellow SUV is now the enemy..." |
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| 04:19pm 23/05/2006 |
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mood: calm music: Bowling for Soup- 1985
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IB Banquet Tonight.
I am rather ambivalent... not exactly sure what will be going on. All I'm saying is the food better be DAMN good for $20 a person. Yeesh.
Today, I discovered that I suck at Marvel vs. Capcom II. *sigh* I couldn't get past the fifth sta-a-age... *sob* I'm such a loser, I used to kick that games ass (kinda).
But yes.
Summer, so far, has been rather uneventful. And I've been extremely tired for some reason... I just managed to drag myself out of bed at 10:20 this morning, which is my record so far... Crazy ass dreams, keeping me in bed. I can't even remember what it was this morning... mmm... Something about basketball, I think...
BECAUSE THE SUNS WON YO! WE ARE NOW PLAYING FOR THE WESTERN CONFERENCE!
Rock it.
Graduation on Thursday... which is going to suck, when you take into account the following two factors:
1. Graduation takes place on the football field, out of doors.
2. It's fucking 105 degrees outside.
You do the math.
Not to mention we're all dressed in giant purple smocks. I feel like a flamboyant monk in that thing.
On Thursday, I will feel like a flamboyant monk in an oven.
Yikes. I'm sure there's blasphemy in there somewhere.
Buuut, on a worse note, I have to go to the fucking doctor to get my shots before college.
DAMN IT.
I HATE doctors. Creep me OUT. So what if I have medical phobia... it's not even about needles! After my migraine experiences in January, I WELCOME shots. They make the pain go away, and the worst they can do is sting (which the one in the Maui ER did... and I threw up anyway! What's with that.), but check-ups.... yeeecchhh.
Gross.
No. Touchie.
That is my philosophy with doctors.
NO. TOUCHIE.
And female doctors creep me out the most. What the fuck is with that? Geh.
NO. TOUCHIE.
Geh. Way to ruin my summer, yo. |
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