Thursday, July 13, 2006

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My page is being very unhappy. Just so you know. This is odd. But this is cool. XD And, um. This. XD

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   Un simple histoire

Well, not really. I don't exactly have a story. Other than that I am bored out of my brain, and working a switchboard is SOUL-CRUSHINGLY DULL. Thus. That's one of the better Advent Children vids I've been able to find. They're surprisingly rare. X_x; Go see Morons of the Night, too; the embedding was disabled. Ummm and I've been doing a hell of a lot of drabbling over on Comments (0) | Permalink    Un Simple Histoire Well, not really. I don't exactly have a story. Other than that I am bored out of my brain, and working a switchboard is SOUL-CRUSHINGLY DULL. Thus. That's one of the better Advent Children vids I've been able to find. They're surprisingly rare. X_x; Go see Morons of the Night, too; the embedding was disabled. Ummm and I've been doing a hell of a lot of drabbling over on Comments (0) | Permalink Tuesday, June 27, 2006    you brought your bitch to the Waffle Hut? Today I associated with Frida the Risograph again. It was amazing, because the sun was still rising, and as the freshly printed papers came out of the riso, the sunlight flashed blindingly white on them. Mesmerizing. I never knew pages of a chemistry lab manual could be so beautiful. So after the hell that was registering for classes yesterday, I managed to finish Myst IV: Revelation. More on that later. I HAVE THE MOST RANDOM SCHEDULE EVAR. It's bizarre, I swear. I dropped Lang 120, because I'll probably place out of it. So I have Phyics of Sound/Music, Modern Philosophy, Introduction to Sociology, Foundations of Mathematics, and my philosophical colloquium. It's all very philosophical. What an awful system, though, yanno? It's like a cut-throat race against time, because everything fills up like WHOA. I became very familiar with the phrase "shit fuck." I really need to get on with my articles. I got my shiny laptop the other day, and i've been transferring files, but I still really need to finish a few. It's insane, the amount of writer's block I have. It doesn't help that Photoshop has recently begun to flash a charming smile my way. And I have a Saiyuki fic idea that refuses to leave me alone. Agh. I just don't have much time, especially with that whole earning-a-paycheck thing. When I do get some time on my hands, I mean to get a new site layout-ish thing. Something different. So yes! Myst. Read no further if you care about spoilers. Yes, it's been out forever. But it wouldn't work on my old computer correctly, so I had to do it on my laptop. I started at 1:00 pm on Monday and finished last night at 8:00 pm -ish. I think the ending was interesting. I already knew that Achenar died in Yeesha's lap due to an unfortunate excursion into the Myst section of fanfiction.net, but I was still really depressed about it. I was depressed about it because it was sad and because I was definitely expecting a final showdown between Sirrus and Achenar. That was disappointing. But the one - ONE, I promise - person who did not come out of Revelation smelling like a rose, crushed or otherwise, was Atrus. What the hell? I mean, c'mon. Yeesha was innocent and sweet. Sirrus was perpetually pissed off, and HE HAD A REASON, HELLO. Achenar was amazing, because of how he changed into such a decent [okay, halfway decent] person. Catherine was at least worried about her sons and asking after them. But Atrus was not. He was suspicious and harsh, and it was because of him that the brothers freaken blew up Tomahna in the first place. If he hadn't been so unforgiving, they might have reformed, and they might all be a family. Way to go, Atrus. Way. To. Go. I really, really, really love Serenia, though. What a lovely place. So beautiful, it almost made me ache. But then I had to try to carry offerings to the freakin' elementals, and it drove me crazy. Go figure. Comments (0) | Permalink Tuesday, June 13, 2006    I loved Al Lipschitz I graduated last night. It was hot as Hades in that auditorium. Accordingly, I had to change my occupation - it used to read "Professional High School Genius" - on top of the fact that I started work today. I think I'm the happiest I've been in a long time. I love my work. In the mornings I'm at the Warren Wilson College Press, binding various publications. I love it because I can practically meditate while I do it, and I can do it well. The people are intelligent and have good senses of humor, and my co-student worker is a very deadpan hippie that makes me laugh. Three afternoons a week, I work as the unofficial graphic design apprentice at the art shop where I worked LAST summer as a "art supply professional." What do I do? Today I played in Photoshop CS2 and InDesign CS2 for three hours, and I loved it. It's my element, and I actually finished half a major project for a local inn. Life after high school never looked so good. I almost want to cry with the relief of not having the newspaper hanging over my head, or the obligation of being around people I feel were really...toxic. Good riddance. For all you chilluns still suffering through secondary education, I sincerely apologize. There is an end to it all, I promise. XD Comments (0) | Permalink Friday, June 2, 2006    Seniority I must say, it cracks me up that I'm a Senior Otaku - the only reason that I've been here so long is that I got an account more than two years ago and promptly forgot about it. I think I got an alert a couple of months ago and got bored in my public speaking class, so I checked it out. AND THAT'S IT. *cackles* I just need about 170 more comments, and I'll be an Otaku Legend. And it occurs to me that I'm [technically] no longer a high school student. Granted, we haven't had graduation yet, but all the juniors are now seniors. It's freaking creepy. I feel a little bad that I didn't cultivate the friendships of the editors for the 2006-2007 newspapers like the seniors did for me last year, but I suppose that's how it is. Speaking of [not really], there's a lovely rumor that Saiyuki's Burial arc is going to be made into a movie/OVA/something similar. I want it, and I want it now. As much as I hate the anime, my love for Burial conquers all. So we're summery now, eh? My mommy and I are about to leave for a weekend yoga retreat, which means I'll be off the grid until Monday. I'm also planning a very intense week in which I at least start a few articles, so I'll have seedlings to help me out when I start work. Oh, it's lovely outside. I think I'll have to go run around or something until we leave. I leave you with a tablet doodle I did the other day while clacking away at my Burial arc analysis. I love the soft charcoal brush, it makes me happy. [Sanzo can have creepy eyes. Like a...demon? Ba-dum-cshh. *runs*] Comments (0) | Permalink Wednesday, May 31, 2006    Darjeeling for the soul~ Last day of classes! Last day of classes! Last day of classes! Last day of classes! Last day of classes! Last day of classes! Last day of classes! Last day of classes! Last day of classes! Last day of classes! Last day of classes! Last day of classes! *dances, forever* Alex and I just submitted our collab on FFVII/AC, in which Freud spins in his grave. It's pretty hot, so be sure to read it once it's posted. XD I also have Saiyuki Reload 4, which makes me squee. I'm going to do a Burial Arc analysis, just because these things keep me awake at night. I dunno if the names/numbers thing is going to work, because I just can't get anywhere with it. I may have to leave it and come back. Or something equally useless. Last day of classes! *dies* Comments (0) | Permalink Friday, May 26, 2006    Just a little suck Okay, so. Last night I fried my video card, or something. Which means that since I'm going to be here [at escuela] - with access to high-speed internet and typing power - for exactly three more days, I'm dead. X_x; Depending on how long term this turns out to be. [Someone at deviantART already asked if I was dead. XD] That's really kills me; as soon as I will have nice time at home - MY ONE FULL FREE WEEK BEFORE WORK - I don't even have word processing power. Damn. Damn, damn, damn. Work will be interesting, though. By July I'll hopefully have my new laptop so I won't be bored to death at the switchboard. The other thing that really kills me was that I had every intention of getting a LiveJournal in order to draft my musings. Of course, it's blocked here. Aaaagh. In other news, I'm going to The Strokes tonight with Neoterik. *dances* In other other news, I have volume one of Gaiden. *SQUEE* Comments (0) | Permalink Monday, May 15, 2006    Elevator Love Letter Okay. Just getting that depressing post off. Prom was on Saturday. Did I go? Absolutely not. XD I went to the bookstore and read two and a half manga. And I must say, I think being an anime/manga fan has done something to my people skillz. As I was sitting there reading Furuba vol. 5, these three or four guys around my age walked up and started gossiping about their favorite manga - and I couldn't bring myself to say a word to them. Maybe I'm still not used to talking about it. Or something. I did weird out another guy, though. I wandered into the Photoshop book section, looking for an art book or something, and he was sitting on the floor. I think he noticed my socks first - I had on one pink, and one pink/purple striped - and then I could see out of the corner of my eye as his gaze moved up to my olive-green cut-off cargos and silky blue sash, then to the black hoodie. I almost started laughing, but if I did, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop, so I just ducked around the psychology display and [ironically] into the "Get a Grrreat Sex Life Now!" section. Bah. I'm bored. I should be writing my Yuki Kajiura article. XP Comments (0) | Permalink Thursday, May 11, 2006    Air Batucada Oh...you know. One of my former classmates died two days ago. That sounds dramatic, doesn't it? But I suppose it is. And sad. So, so sad. Even if we were never on good terms - when we had contact at all, he made a spectacular effort to make me miserable - I still mourn for him. I suppose it took a day to truly soak in. People say, "So what? I hated him, why should I miss him?" but...he was a peer. Doesn't that mean something? He was one of us, and now he's not coming back. He is gone. He will never hug his mother again, he will never start a car again, never laugh with his friends...good god, if it really means that, he'll never toke up again. The finality of it all feels as though it will crush me. It occurs to me that there is not a crying emote up there. Why is that, I wonder? Something about how dispassionate people my age - high school students! - can be about death just unnerves me. Is it all the media we see? How ten soldiers dying in Iraq doesn't make news anymore? How movie characters are arbitrarily and gorily killed? I just don't know. It's all so hopeless. People should be ashamed - my so-called friends should be ashamed. How immature and heartless. "Why should I care if he's dead?" Because he existed. Because his mother loved him. Because he had a little sister. A friend says, "A boy is dead." A boy is dead today, and forevermore. So be it. Comments (0) | Permalink Pages (2): 1 2 [ Next ] [ Last ]

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