Sunday, September 14, 2003

Oh yes, and my mom just made me delete Kazaa off of my computer because of the network. No more AMVs, no more GC. And I'll probably never get to hear that song again. Goodbye, world. Well, for a number of hours at least.
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Um, er, well, yeah...
Umm, I wrote a little short story. It's sort of weird and complex, and it doesn't really have a big plot or anything, but... I don't know. Maybe you can read it and tell me what you think. It's based on a real life occurence, and all of the objects or other themes (songs, amv's, rooms and classes, etc.) mentioned are real. It's called, "Life of the Young and Forgotten." It's sad, so if you're very sensitive, you may want a tissue or somesuch.

She hummed to herself as she walked. “Yesterday... All my troubles seemed so far away...” The rain made her tired and sleepy, but it was warm and dry in the school halls, so she had to keep going.
English class, in the eighth grade room. Now it was her own homeroom, and that made it seem emptier. Someone was missing, someone who meant a lot to her. In place of that person now existed a big black hole, swirling with dust and darkness in the depths of space, in the depths of her memory. It hadn’t really been that long, just a summer. One single summer was all that separated her from tragedy. A lot had happened over the summer, true, but not enough to wipe out someone who had made such a big impact. He still existed in her mind.
Many hours later, and on the way home to school. It had been this car, this car was the one she had hoped would be parked near the red Taurus. What a special red Taurus that was, a car that was her window to her highest hopes. Not to be in the car, but to be near the person inside it, the cold memory still sometimes sparking to life and bringing the rain.
In her office, as she worked on some story, some tale of a happier person’s life. She might not get the boy, but she would be happy still. In the tale, but not in real life. In real life, there is much less control over one’s emotions and dreams; they come as they will, and one just has to be ready for them. She wasn’t ready, and never had been.
Out of inspiration for the moment, she closed the document window and opened a music video, an AMV to be exact. Cowboy Bebop video, with a song by the Beatles. It was the song she had been humming earlier, in fact. She watched the video for the umpteenth time, cried for the umpteenth time, looked at the picture taped to her monitor for the umpteenth time.
There went the rain again.
Then she spotted the bookmark on her desk. The empty Yugioh deck box, the CD player that had held many an entertaining soundtrack, the Meiji fruit candy tin, the dolphin candle. The Palm Pilot card, the “Don’t bother me when I’m breathing” key chain, the home-made Aoshi Shinomori bookmark and the tag from a Totoro plushie. Then she looked back at the grey newspaper cutout picture. The word “Yesterday” was written on it. She pulled the tape off, flipped the paper over, and found a pen buried under the mess on her desk.
She wrote, “Today,” and then went back to her writing.

That was written in about a half hour and not proofread or revised yet, so comments are appreciated. Not like this is serious or anything, just wanted a variety to my posts. And I just found that AMV this very night and I was sure I would die crying.
A note to the aforementioned J. Robinson, though he may never read this: It may be over, however small it was, but it changed my life forever. Remember what you did to this girl's heart, and use that wisdom in the future. Don't be afraid to take chances the way I was, and when someone asks you to dance, just dance.
Goodnight, oyasumin.
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Saturday, September 13, 2003

   Ah... It's good be evil.
It is, really and truly. Not extremely evil, just a little evil, enough to scare people off. Oh yes, this ties into my life somehow... I'm thinking... Oh yeah. Got some new black boots and a leather jacket, really cheap. I'm not sure how this is evilness-related, you can figure that out on your own. Now I'm off to... do something. I'm not positive what. If any of you happen to know, I'll appreciate the information.
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Varying Degrees of Happiness
Hm. I'm very happy that there was a Joey moment in YGO this morning. I'm pretty happy that Yami Bakura acted all psychotic and cool (two quizzes say I'm most like him out of the villains; two quizzes can't be wrong... can they?). I'm a bit happy that now Anzu (Tea, whatever) is possessed in some way, because she's just such a goodie-good! And I'm unhappy that I missed an eppy earlier this morning, when the Kid's WB website schedule made it look as though the two new episodes today were the same ones.
And I'm shocked that the 1st and only translated volume of YGO manga was in one of the Scholastic book order catalogues. That thing is rated 13 and up and we've been getting those catalogues since third grade or earlier. Oh yeah, and since when did school book orders sell manga? It's a strange, strange world.
Feel free to comment on anything, people. I'm starting to feel very alone in the world.
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Friday, September 12, 2003

   Well, that was weird
There was supposed to be a dance tonight, 7:30-10:30 at Knights of Columbus, but it turns out it was not so. There was no dance tonight, as our whole class found out the hard way. So I went back with Lisa and Kelly to Lisa's house after stopping at Baskin' Robbins for ice cream. We watched a whole bunch of GC videos and I discovered something new. Billy is hot. Very hot. This is big considering I could hardly remember the names of anyone in GC a few days ago. Bored, we decided to black-eyeliner-er (...?) our faces with the little triangle-stripe-y thingies and put on black eyeshadow and lipstick. It was fun, just hanging out and talking and listening to good music and pretending to be Goth (we couldn't be if we tried, I don't think). I just wish my online boyfriend was on... You didn't read that.
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   You may not believe this, but...
I am online, posting, early in the morning--after I've been to bed and back since ten. That's right folks, I'm actually getting sleep lately. I usually don't get on the computer this early in the morning before school, but it was busy defragging all night and it's finally done, so I decided to drop by myotaku.com while it was on.
I had another big dream, but it wasn't so weird. It was nice, actually, until I woke up. I've forgotten to do my lab homework, so I had a dream in which we ended up skipping science classes on Fridays just by chance. I also was supposed to get reimbursement money for the school supplies I bought with my own money at CVS yesterday (two friends and I walked there, meaning we had to cross a six-lane road at rush hour), so I dreamed that I got several twenties and some fives, when I only spent about $5.50. Not counting the really cheap make-up I got too. Eyeliner and lipstick, two items I did not already possess. But that's soooooo off-topic...
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz vice versa. Now that wasn't off-topic. Yay. Can you tell I need sleep?
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Wednesday, September 10, 2003

Whee! Flying pasta!
Sorry, random thought. Tory, stop scaring the normal people! It's not polite.
Heh-heh-heh-heh... Heh.
...
I believe I said stop.
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   I love school!
It's true, I love school. I hate schoolwork, but I love the building, the people, the jokes... Actually I despise the building, but oh well.
You may notice a Good Charlotte reference in the quote over there. *gestures slightly towards quote section by twitching her head back and forth, lots of stares from the dogs at that one* No, I'm not a Good Charlotte fan myself, though I have nothing against them, but my friend Lisa is, as well as her friend Catherine, whom I have never met. Recently they went to the NFL Kickoff concert and while IMing each other about it beforehand, Lisa mentioned a blowpop and...
There's one thing I wanna know. WHY HASN'T ANYONE HEARD OF TROUBLE CHOCOLATE?! It's in practically every anime-selling store on DVD, is extremely funny and better quailty than many other obscure anime, and still, not one person I know has heard of it. I even found a huge group of people who are fans of Demon Diary (excellent manga/manwha, by the way), but no one is into TC. It's so sad... Just because the Japanese script royally sucked (no offense to the Japanese writers), it doesn't mean the dub isn't much, much better! Written by Pamela Ribon, it was, the same person who wrote that book I recently read, "Why Girls are Weird". But if you do know about TC and read this, I have a question for you. Who is Donboy?! Where did he come from? Is he really a guy? Am I missing some important plot element pertaining to this 'Donboy'? Oh yeah, and why'd he make such a lame joke about calulators?
Yay, I weirded some more people out today! Jaa ne, tomo! (I am, of course, assuming you all are my friends, and not mortal enemies or aloof acquaintances, if you are, I apologize for the mis-labelling; find out what 'mortal enemy' and 'aloof acquaintance' are in Nihongo and I'll refer to you as such in later posts if you so desire it.)
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Monday, September 8, 2003

   Urgh!
School is going to be so hard this year. Every time I start thinking maybe it won't be so bad... Another piece of work hits me. Rough s.s. class, rough lit. class, will anything be easy?! Besides Spanish of all things?! T_T I don't want to die... I don't want to die...
And to top it off my comp is being a baka and the media player freezes when I try to play CD's. So now I have to rely on the arsenal in my media library for computer listening. Only problem is that it lacks anything from the VHD: Bloddlust CD except Tooku Made, which is OK because that is my favorite song in the whole world. I mean my absolute favorite in the universe. Yeah, that's it.
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Sunday, September 7, 2003

Er... I don't really have a mood today...
I've been having strange dreams lately, take a look.
Dream #1: While Seto Kaiba wrestles an alligator in some dark, abandoned pool somewhere, I am at my grandparents house, which is now a really big, fancy suite with a humongous bay window. The clouds outside are strange shapes, such as ice cream cones and birthday cakes, and are in pastel shades of the rainbow. Naturally, I have to go and eat some of that food, except I can't quite reach it, so there is a storm of some sort and a large banquet table appears, hovering in midair, seating several dragons of various elements and colors. A vortex opens in the suite and Kaiba's teddy bear gets sucked in (how sad; what was it doing there in the first place?), and from it emerges a big, shimmery white dragon, apparently the rainbow dragon. I catch it in a Pokeball because it was destined to be mine and go eat Thanksgiving dinner with the other dragons.
Dream #2: A continuation of Dream #1, except it has little to do with it. The rainbow dragon is now referred to as the white dragon. There is now another dragon, the black dragon, who is both Goth and extremely seductive (scary). The white dragon's duty is to protect me from the black dragon who wants me for something... I'm not sure what. The dream ended there.
Dream #3--several days later: I am now Spongebob Squarepants. *pause to let that sink in* I'm in our school auditorium/gym/cafeteria trying to save some random fat guy who is apparently my friend (though he is not Patrick, I'm sure of that) from Wonder Woman. She kicks me off the stage and I land face-first. Some stuff I can't remember happens, and eventually I find myself being mutated into a green, taloned, one-eyed Spongebob who can fly. I am transported to a labyrinth, turn the corner, and see the fat guy being beaten up by Wonder Woman again, so I fly over and scratch at her with my talons. She tries to kick me off the stage again, but this time I hang on to the edge and fly away, the fat guy now able to fend for himself. My parents-- er, Spongebob's parents-- are there, and they congratulate me. Then I wake up. What a relief.
See? Strange. And this post should be long enough to last for a few days...
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