.autophobia. (mild) Name: Chash DOB: 4.26.86 Homepage:Lair of Solitude talk to me AIM: prettyramen Yahoo: pretty_ramen Update list
.autophobia. (advanced) Hobbies: writing, drawing, learning Japanese, being dirty (physically and mentally) Likes: writing (particularly poetry), public transportation at night (particularly trains and school buses), other people's hair, English, Japanese, mud, the smell and colour of fall Dislikes: spinach, United States History, people assuming I won't like something because they dislike something I like, biology, The Scarlet Letter Anime: X, Escaflowne, Kodomo no Omocha, CCS, Inuyasha, YnM Manga: Clover, Kodomo No Omocha, HanaKimi, Fushigi Yuugi, Inuyasha Imaginary friends: Ken, Serge, Bas and Kyle Real Friends (what a concept):Mary Phobias: Anthropophobia (people), asthenophobia (weakness), ecclesiophobia (church), people who look like Santa Claus (older, white beards. I can't explain it)
.Blog stuff. Blog Name: From Their Eyes Were Watching God. Fear is the most divine emotion. Fear: ruin Postergirl: uh... my reflection Text: "Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold" and "what rough beast..." are from "The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats. The rest of the quotes are from I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith.
.currently pimping.
-Sakamoto Maaya
-"The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats
-"Terrance, this is stupid stuff" by A. E. Housman
-"To His Coy Mistress" by Andrew Marvel
-"Dr. Sigmund Freud Discovers the Sea Shell" by Archibald MacLeish
-"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T. S. Eliot
-"I Sing the Body Electric" by Walt Whitman
-Pixy Stix
04:21 p.m., Friday, October 25, 2002 .song. Yoko Kanno.I Recommend Instincts
chash is no bhash is a flash chash is a dhash is no crash it is mhash is a thash is chash is no bhash is a chash is no bhash is chash is no flash is a
chash is a variant of lr
chash is too lazy to name
chash is the part closest to the klipas nogah Googlism is fun ^_______^
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
08:19 a.m., Friday, October 25, 2002 .song. Robbie Williams.Stalker's Day Off
Right. Am at home due to my ride to Japanese being in California. So I'm just going to school after class. I have a scary, scary math test, but I'm feeling worringly cocky about it. The plan is to go do my history now, though, so that I can study Math more in school.
And dammit I got a virus. Always nice to get a message saying: The mail you sent (which I never sent and would have been sent to someone I didn't know had it worked) has not been delivered because a virus check hates it.
It's really hot in my room. Stupid radiator.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
06:25 p.m., Thursday, October 24, 2002 .song. Yoko Kanno.Farewell
Tomio from Japanese class burned me some OSTs, so I'm uber happy. So we shall not have another strange tangential rant based on costuming, even though we did costuming today and I could probably get to some really strange places thinking about the seam ripper. On the subject of that strange post, though, I edited it and added some to the middle of it and turned it in for creative writing and my teacher liked it, even though I lied to her about it. Of course, I lied to you about it to, I guess, by omition. I have not explained the "I try not to look" bits to anyone, nor shall I. For the creative writing version, however, I added to them so that they were almost true to what I was thinking, but not quite. Even though it's in there, it's hard to tell someone that they are not the audience you'll be revealing what you are not looking at to. (And, by extension, neither are you people who are reading this.) This might make you wonder why it's there, since it seems there only to be annoying. At Shakespeare, we're supposed to check in every day with everything we need to say to be present. I needed to have those two one sentence paragraphs there for that to be what I wanted to say because they were on my mind and I had to get them out. So consider them an unexplained but necesary part of my check in. And now I have to set the table.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
10:34 p.m., Wednesday, October 23, 2002 .song. Sakamoto Maaya.Vector
Promised myself I was going to go to sleep early today. Must stop lying to myself. It's a bad habit. Yarrr.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
02:53 p.m., Wednesday, October 23, 2002 .song. Tomoyo.Koko ni Kite
Snowed today. That was just odd. Everyone laugh at Ben, Jared and Jere because they have a race today and it's nasty out. And apparently whether or not the snow melted, it still sucks to run cross country. So ha. And kitty is in a really good mood and highly purry, so yay. Main yay is definately the delay of my math test, though. That's good shit.
For those of you (and there seem to be a lot) who come here looking for Insaniquarium, go to Popcap and enjoy. Also, something that confuses me to no end, someone in the world exists who not only reads my blog (and I knew some of those had to exist), but also cares enough to link to it. So that's pretty funky. Yeah.
Best news from the day is, without a doubt, once and for all getting rid of Phone Home, Persephone. Gave it to the JCL raffle.
Ken: You're going to win it.
I know.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
06:57 p.m., Tuesday, October 22, 2002 .song. Robbie Williams.No Regrets
Costuming. Today was a costuming day. So I sat on a table and took notes for what we needed to hem and what needed to be make bigger or smaller and what needed to be found. It was cold. And then it wasn't. But when it wasn't, I would take off my flannel shirt and get cold and I could never get quite right. Brandon said on the bus that his cheeks had lost their inner warmth. He rubbed and rubbed to try to get the warmth back, but he couldn't. Hans's kitten played with my face, tried to pull my glasses off. It's so small, shorter than my hands laid lengthwise, but it still has pull in its paws.
I try not to look.
It is getting chilly. Mr. Caraco says it might snow tomorrow. He jokingly suggests that we'll have a snow day and push for July release--I've had that before. How I would hate to have another one. I skipped the last week or so of school then, I couldn't take it. Too long into the summer and I just loose everything. There was a girl in my class from Canada. She missed it terribly. Sometimes we would talk about how much we missed home. I felt almost phony around her, saying I hated the place. I didn't like the place, but she hated it. She tried to kill herself once, tried to jump out the window on a field trip for the love of home. They stopped her, pulled her away. I wonder sometimes if she ever reached where she wanted to go. Sometimes I wonder what I mean by that. I wonder if she reached Canada or death or if she is still there, miserable, looking out the window. Considering the frostless ground beneath her. Wondering if it is far enough away that the jump would kill her. She watches school go into July and can't take it.
My window is quite low for a second story. I could slither out onto the roof of the front porch and jump off, but I don't think the fall would kill me now. When I was younger, maybe. Maybe it would have shattered my legs if I aimed just right and landed on the sidewalk. The word shattered always sounds beautiful, like crystal shards. I don't think my legs would shatter in crystal shards, but it still sounds beautiful, even if I don't want it.
I don't look, do I?
My creative writing teacher says that we have to write honestly, as if no one is going to read what we've written. I only ever write honestly if I know exactly who's going to read it. The unpredictability kills me. I write to my audience--here I am writing to anyone who finds me here in this cold, black space that I have claimed as my own. So I will not be completely honest. I will not say everything I think. I will not. It's funny--it's easier to write to a thousand anonymous people than to just one person you know, if it's the right person. My right hand is cold. The feeling's off in my right hand, it has been since England. My ring finger and pinky feel differently then the rest of my hand, as if they were wearing gloves or something to muffle their senses. The nurse at school told me I slept wrong, pinched a nerve. It would be gone soon, she said. We took me to a doctor later, they said it would take six months to get an expert. We'd be gone in six months. I didn't care, really. I'm used to it now, the strange feeling. It feels normal for those two fingers now, and I don't know how they felt before. It seems like they were always like this, painless pins and needles. Felt without the softness.
The cat felt my face, seeming amazed by it. Wondering what this strange thing was, where it came from. Who owned it. The girl from school tried to kill herself because she wanted to go home. Maybe she believed Canada was heaven and she would reach it spiraling towards that earth. My legs are not crystal and I have never jumped.
It'll be too cold to jump soon. My blood would freeze in the air like crystal.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
09:53 p.m., Monday, October 21, 2002 .song. Sakamoto Maaya.Vector
In the spirit of making fun on Niko and Jared about something they've almost certainly forgotten, hey Mary! Niko and Jared (who's not cool enough to have a website) want you to illustrate a comic they wanted to make entitled "Pirates vs. the Third Reich." (This idea came from a graphic novel I saw at draft called "Striker vs. the Third Reich" that was about a random Japanese guy who fought against scitzophrenic clone of Hitler who had been resurrected in spirit using the Holy Grail. Jared and Niko felt it would be cooler if pirates combated the Third Reich.) So, Mary, I think you need to e-mail them about that. He he.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
05:27 p.m., Monday, October 21, 2002 .song. Sakamoto Maaya.Hikari no Naka E
*yawns* Tired. Mom's birthday today. Had a very, very strange first lunch period that scared the hell out of me.
Hal: *is annoying*
Chash: Grr... *hits Hal*
Uber scary Vice Principal: *walks over* Charlotte!
Chash: *thinks* SHIT! *speaks* Yes?
Vice Principal: You take Japanese, don't you?
Chash: *thinks* This is going to continue with: "If you want to continue taking Japanese, stop hitting other students..."* *speaks* Yes.
Vice Principal: You know, I took Japanese back in college.
Chash: *blink blink* Yes, you've mentioned that. (This came up once when I was waiting for Ian so we could go. I think he thought I was cutting class.)
Vice Principal: You know, I brought some of my old books in, why don't you come by my office after lunch?
Chash: *thinks* Daaa... that's the exact same way he phrases it when you've done something wrong and he wants to yell at you... Daaa. *says* All right.
So I was scared, but I went over there anyway. And he gave me three of his old Japanese books to keep if I wanted them. So I took them and blinked a lot. Then Chris, David and I looked through to make sure he hadn't hidden a pink slip in them or something. That was vaguely frightening and completely disconcerting.
Hmm... Must go find tweezers and repair glasses.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
10:22 p.m., Sunday, October 20, 2002 .song. Nobuo Uematsu.Aeris's Theme
One of the characters from the story I'm writing for Creative Writing is turning into the twisted lovechild of Chamberlin and Housman from The Invention of Love. I'm not sure whether I approve of this or not. Interestingly enough, I made him gay for symbolism purposes.
Ken: Go to the happy place, Ken.
Serge: There is no happy place.
No, he needed to be gay. See, I wanted to have a previous romantic interest for my main character, but I also really wanted Bathsheba to be the only female in there. Hence he used to be gay.
Serge: We need a happy place.
Ken: Yeah.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
09:45 p.m., Sunday, October 20, 2002 .song. Disney.Be Our Guest
The world needs more Random Instant Porn. Also needs more Ken x Tsuzuki fic.
Ken: It does not.
Hehe. That thing is mad fun.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
That is all.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
10:19 p.m., Friday, October 18, 2002 .song. Beauty and the Beast.Gaston
Okay, I think that Beauty and the Beast might actually be my favorite movie of all time, which is news to me. As far as I can remember, I haven't seen it since it was out in theatres, but then I saw it nine times (beating out even Fellowship of the Rings, and I slept through one of those). I just finished watching it and loved it so much that I'm going to watch it again. It disturbs me slightly that I still know all the words to all the songs after ten years, but I think I listened to that soundtrack until the tape broke. My one problem this time through? Now I'm a fangirl. I kept wanting to slash Cogsworth and Lumiere, which, believe me, probably scares me a lot more than it scares you (unless you're also now thinking 'hey, that might work...' in which case you might understand how frightening it is). I am also downloading all the songs, which I understand better than when I was six (I particularly like "50 Frenchmen can't be wrong!" from "Kill the Beast". Hehe. Great soundtrack). ^_________^ in conclusion. I love Beauty and the Beast. So I'm gonna go watch it again. And not slash anyone.
Oh yeah... "Do I still have to sleep in the cupboard?" is so the coolest ending line ever ^_~ Yeah.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
05:39 p.m., Friday, October 18, 2002 .song. Utada Hikaru.Simple and Clean
Megan is playing Final Fantasy VII. Now there are a lot of people out there who look at FF7 in the same way one might look at a god. I am not among them. FF7 and I have a long and complicated history together.
I played it in England a lot. England is a rather boring country, especially when you're eleven years old and don't know many people because apparently no one at your school "hangs out" in the common sense of the word. So there was much FF7, particularly when I was home-schooled. Drew some very bad fanart (I was eleven), wrote some very bad fanfic (which will never see the light of day), found that although I hated the majority of the playable characters, I still enjoyed the game.
So I got back here, bought a PSX, and began to play again. I enjoyed it, not as pained by the graphics as I am now (though I still liked the, say, FF6/3 graphics better), not as hateful of Cloud as I am now, about as hateful of Barret, Yuffie, and Cait Sith as I am now, and about as indiferent towards Tifa as I am now. Then I got FF8. Now at this point FF7 will accuse me of being a graphics whore, which is a dirty lie. Yes, one of the things that struck me about FF8 immediately was: "Oh my god! The ingame graphics don't have to be dog ugly!" Of course, I already knew this from FF4/2 and FF6/3, which I will forever consider less ugly in-game than FF7 (with the exception of those times in FF4/2 when Cecil and Rosa did the kissing animation and fused into taking up just one square. That was just disturbing). So basically I was happy and bouncy about FF8, even though the battle system was awful because:
1) I didn't loathe any of the characters. Most importantly, I did not loathe the main character, which really can detract from your enjoyment of the game.
2) The appearance of my in-game characters did not hurt my eyes.
3) The plotline made sense. Here we get into one of my main objections to Final Fantasy VII.
Many people have told me that the plot of Final Fantasy VII makes perfect sense. So I ask them the question that's haunted me for many years: is Cloud a Sephiroth clone? As far, no one has actually answered this, although they always claim to know. The plot of Final Fantasy VII was very flashy and left me thinking the first time that I understood it. But then it just sort of fell apart for me, leaving me confused and unsatisfied. Say what you will about FF8 (and a lot of people have said a lot of things), but at least the plot made sense. FF9 I will fault for its final battle, though. I have no idea where Necron came from and probably never will. However, it went basically logically and sensically from point A to point B. Then it went to point C, Necron, with no real explanation. But it explained almost everything. Final Fantasy VII just didn't click together for me. I'll grant, neither did Kingdom Hearts (which I finished this morning), but I hadn't been expecting it to make sense from the moment that I started it. FF7 seemed to promise "I shalt explain myself and it shalt be cool" and then it just fizzled.
In conclusion, there will always be a very special place in my heart for FF7--it's just not necesarily a good place in my heart. Kind of out on the back porch begging for scraps of food.
Oh, but I did love Chocobo breeding. I am probably the only person in the entire world who loved all parts of chocobo breeding. And yes, I am insane.
(As an afterthought: Some blame for my hatred of FF7 must go to Jared, albeit indirectly, as he told me that I couldn't beat the game in under 24 hours. Never one to turn down a challenge, I did. This did not make me feel any kinder to it. Yuck.......)
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
08:01 a.m., Friday, October 18, 2002 .song. Lisa Loeb.Stay (I Miss You)
Megan tells me that this song is by Dweezel Zappa's girlfriend, which makes it cooler automatically than many other songs. Because his name is Dweezel.
No school today. Of any kind. Japanese is cancelled too because it's Mountain Day, in which many students climb mountains for indeterminate amounts of time. Apparently there's a lot of acapella involved. I just hope to beat Kingdom Hearts. Off to try for that.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
11:35 p.m., Thursday, October 17, 2002 .song. Britney Spears.I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman (please kill me)
We just watched Crossroads. That's the movie Britney Spears made. Why did we watch this? The exchange went something like this:
Alex: Let's watch a movie so bad that it's funny.
Chash and Jared: Okay.
Jared: Look, here's Black Knight. It has Martin Lawrence.
Chash: Here's that movie Britney Spears made.
Jared and Alex: We're getting that.
Chash: ...Fuck.
To say it was bad would not be enough. That suggests it's on the same level as films like Evil Dead and The Jackel, which is an insult to those movies. I am still debating if I hate Crossroads or A Walk to Remember more. I will admit, though, that we did participate in "Sing Along With Britney" at the end of the film, which was amusing. Always amusing to hear two guys singing "I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet A Woman" (at least I think that was the name... not sure). Spiceworld is next on the list. Please kill me now.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
09:23 a.m., Thursday, October 17, 2002 .song. Rip Slyme.One
I *love* Hanazakari no Kimitachi E. I would probably marry it if I could. The next few days will be spent reading translations and periodically glomping the books (if I can find them. They are wily). The glomping, however, will have to take place after the second part of my midterm, which is in about a half an hour. Kowa~i! For now, though, Hanakimi translations! Woo!
Ken: What about studying?
Already did. Leave me alone.
Serge: There's no such thing as studying too much.
Yeah. I know. Meh.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
10:31 p.m., Wednesday, October 16, 2002 .song. Kiroro.Suteki Da Ne
*blink blink* We still don't have school tomorrow. This is completely bizarre. I do still have my midterm tomorrow, though. I'll be studying more tomorrow morning because no school. Uh... go one and a half day week?
So disconcerted.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
Apparently I am "tudsy wudsy". k...
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
01:44 p.m., Wednesday, October 16, 2002
And your Chash is stupid fact for today is: Old Oreos are even worse than fresh ones. Ewww.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
01:42 p.m., Wednesday, October 16, 2002 .song. REM.Daysleeper
*blink blink* Apparently there might not be any school tomorrow too. I guess the water thing is pretty bad. Eh, woot, I like two day weeks (or something absurd like that). Japanese midterm soon. We don't know where it is. Ian shall be finding out (because his interview is before mine) and reporting back. Go Ian.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
09:48 p.m., Tuesday, October 15, 2002 .song. Parasite Eve.Somnia Memorias
I write a very, very strange Mizuki (Hanakimi). She kinda creeps me out. Hmmm... I guess I have some subconscious issues with her. Or something. Cuz damn I made her strange. *shrugs* Meh. SLEEP.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
08:21 p.m., Tuesday, October 15, 2002 .song. Vanessa Carlton.1000 Miles
Let us all give thanks for the fact that they cancelled school tomorrow on account of our water supply getting mixed with oil.
Ken: This would probably be much cooler if Chash hadn't drunk said water.
Yeah, how bout it?
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
06:42 p.m., Tuesday, October 15, 2002 .song. See Saw.Yasashii Yoake
Gotta love getting e-mail from Japanese teachers. I enjoy being sent things that address "White-san." ^___^ Seriously. I do. Hehe.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
06:29 p.m., Tuesday, October 15, 2002 .song. Utada Hikaru.Hikari
*falls over* Note to self: No more letting Kingdom Hearts eat my day. Got early release (and maybe cancellation tomorrow *fingers crossed*) due to water contamination, so played a lot of KH. Now I am hungry, though, and worried. I have a Japanese midterm tomorrow. Scary scary. Very very hungry. Hoping for no school tomorrow and high amounts of not failing my midterm. Cuz that'd be superfly.
Wow, KH ate my brain.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
09:49 p.m., Monday, October 14, 2002
One final thing before I go to sleep: I have reached the conclusion that I am going to have to start writing HanaKimi fic. God help me.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
09:37 p.m., Monday, October 14, 2002 .song. Ayumi Hamazaki.Dearest
Because Cefiro is a land of will, if I believe the arrow will fly and the rock will crack. Therefore...
In the hope that somehow my saying her name will make her appear (not from any kind of belief that she is the devil, because she wrote Icebreakers, which I would marry if it were legal and in any way physically sensical), Meg-san, the CCS yaoi list is kinda going crazy in the absence of a moderator and could use some kind of aid.
(A handy trick! If you go and read Meg-san's blog from that link, I'll show up as a referrer and she might come and read and find out that her list is going crazy! E-mail has been tried, but apparently is not working. Meh.)
Thus ends Chash's public service announcement for the sake of her poor inbox's fragile brain.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
08:49 p.m., Monday, October 14, 2002 .song. Westlife.You Can't Lose What You Never Had (lord only knows)
Therapist: Now, Chash, I know this might be hard to accept, but from what you've told me and what I've observed, I think you're in an abusive relationship.
Chash: That... that's not true! It's just that I was seeing other guys with my friends. It's normal to get jealous, right?
Therapist: And those bruises? Are those normal? The emotional turmoil he put you through?
Chash: He says it's because he loves me! That's why he puts me through the jumping puzzles! And the corny speeches about Sora's heart! And the damn battle with Ursula! It was punishment because I was watching them play Turok: Evolution yesterday.
Therapist: Did it help when you told him that Turok was bad for you?
Chash: ...No. But only because he needed to prove to me that I was his! He said he needed to teach me once and for all that I was his, stupid jumping puzzles and horrible camera angles or no. And... I do love him! He hits me because he loves me, and I let him because I love him!
Therapist: ...Chash, that's not healthy. I want you to stop seeing Kingdom Hearts.
Chash: But... but... I love him! I can't live without him! And I'm so close to finally making it and ending the pain forever!
Therapist: ... -_-;; I think you need more help than I can give you.
Chash: Yeah, fair enough. He gives me jumping puzzles because he loves me.
Therapist: Help me, ghost of Freud.
Chash: ehehe.
Ken: We're gonna stop now.
Serge: Don't play Kingdom Hearts. It eats people's brains.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
11:05 a.m., Monday, October 14, 2002 .song. Kiroro.Mirai E
No more Oreos for breakfast. Take it from me, kids, it's a bad, bad idea. Yuck. Better do some work or something.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
10:36 a.m., Monday, October 14, 2002 .song. REM.The Great Beyond
The TV room is truly disgusting. Luckily Sean woke up, so we'll be able to clean it. Also disgusting is this: I am eating Double Stuf Oreos for breakfast. They are nasty-licious. Better go clean. Mmm... nasty.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
12:32 a.m., Monday, October 14, 2002
Your quote of the day is from DV10:
"He doesn't lead me around. I want to go where he goes. It's not the same thing."
Go Draco!
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
12:11 a.m., Monday, October 14, 2002 .song. meh
*stretches* Back in my own clothing. I can't figure out if that makes me happy or not. On the one hand, I like my flannel shirt. On the other hand, Jared's sweater was awfully nice. It's a tribute to how out of it I am that this is about all I can think to discuss, though I thought I had several other things to say. They're gone now, I suppose. Flown out the window, la de da de da... I think we should watch another movie. Must finish DV10 now. Ta.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
05:49 p.m., Sunday, October 13, 2002 .song. Evangelion.Cruel Angel Thesis
I am wearing Jared's sweater. It's incredibly comfortable. I am also watching Evangelion:Death and Rebirth. It's breaking my brain. So I have to get back to that. Then I'm going to watch X. Because Colin just gave me shifty copies of the whole series. Woo. Later.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
10:13 p.m., Saturday, October 12, 2002 .song. Nine Days.If I Am
*head hits table* Four hits from "Human Copulation Project." I don't even know what that means.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
09:51 p.m., Saturday, October 12, 2002 .song. Utada Hikaru.Hikari
For X fans, check out Ko-san who does cute pictures. I like the eye one ("While it's still fresh!) and Revolutionary Boy Keiichi (Keiichi the Radical Revolutionary) in particular. It's all good, though.
Watched Spirted Away with Ben and Alex. I think Ben enjoyed it more than Alex, mainly because he is very happy with unsubtitled Japanese (even though he doesn't speak a word). There were only about two places where he wanted more explanation than what he could figure out from watching. And he also liked the train scene (my absolute favorite ^__^), so that made me happy. And the oi heads. Go Miyazaki. We've decided we probably wouldn't like the American voices so much. So that was lots of fun.
Also watched Record of Lodoss War with other crazy people earlier. I know that I might be a minority, but I feel that RLW truly sucks. Amusingly sucks, granted, but sucks none the less. And I hate Parn. So much. He's such a weenie. Other objections? The animators are SO LAZY. half the time when people are moving, nothing about them moves. The dragons don't flap their wings or move their tails. It looks like someone is pulling them across the screen with fishing line. Most of the time we were making jokes about:
a) how gimp Parn is
b) how much Parn wants to get it on with King Kashue
c) how Etoh is a hermaphrodite who digs Parn
d) how lazy the animators are
e) how funny the "sceptre of domination" is
f) basically every aspect of Parn's being
So that was fun for all involved. Sean and I were rooting for the hot elf on elf action (go Deedlit Pirotess! Woo!), but alas, it was not to be. Woo. Time for me to wander off in favor of shinier objects.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
11:28 a.m., Saturday, October 12, 2002 .song. Sakamoto Maaya.Light of...
I have corrected my completely bizarre mistake in regard to when Noctiphobia was up. I stated: It's been just over a week since "Noctiphobia went up". So I corrected that. I don't know what I was doing. I blame it on the fact that I'm always tired. Now I'm tired and hungry, though, so I might as well correct the one I can do something about. Mmm... foody good.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
10:39 p.m., Friday, October 11, 2002 .song. Rolling Stones.Sympathy for the Devil
I got another hit from someone searching human copulation project. -_- Don't know what they want, but I don't think I'm it.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
05:34 p.m., Friday, October 11, 2002 .song. Manic Street Preachers.You Stole the Sun from My Heart
Made a new layout. Am considering putting it up, simply because I like it. It's a very strange layout, combining three basic elements:
1. A picture of my reflection in the door.
2. Select lines from the poem "The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats.
3. Select lines from the end of I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith.
It's been just over a week since "Noctiphobia" went up and I'm not completely happy with it. So I think I'm just going to do a straight change--no archiving, just this'll become v. 8.5. Pimping will have to change, but it'll go from songs to poetry. Woo.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
04:36 p.m., Thursday, October 10, 2002 .song. Leonard Cohen.Hallelujah
After a lot of thought and experimentation, I've decided the lego bricks can go bad. Yuck.
I can't believe I discuss my love life with Gid of all people. Yarr. I might call him later about that. Or just study for the History test. Eh, I guess it's all good. Or something
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
04:25 p.m., Thursday, October 10, 2002 .song. Hunchback of Notre Dame.Heaven's Light/Hellfire
Hmm... I hope those lego brick candies from Where'd You Get That?! never go bad, cuz I just ate some from last Christmas. They seem okay. If I stop posting suddenly, you'll know it's because I've died.
And that song has been stuck in my head for two days. Stupid Disney.
"My cold dark tower seems so bright/ I swear it must be Heaven's light"
Daa.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
03:15 p.m., Thursday, October 10, 2002 .song. Sakamoto Maaya.Yubiwa
I think Tweedledee and Tweedledum want to take over my brain. So maybe I'll go work on Wonderland. That would be fun. Took some pictures of the cat and the school getting torn down, something that should make Mary unhappy. Oh yeah, Mei-chan? When I told Jared his picture gave you nightmares he laughed and was generally helpful. He's a meanie, isn't he? Those pictures'll be up once dad gets back with his laptop (Mary linked the other ones, I'm too lazy to do it myself, so check out her site to see 'em).
Fuck, history test tomorrow. Grr.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
07:48 p.m., Wednesday, October 9, 2002 .song. Tomoyo and Sakura. Anata to Ireba
Mom was quizing me about who I like. Then making me feel bad when I didn't tell her. So I am considering going and telling her now. Because I feel bad.
...stupid mom.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
03:20 p.m., Wednesday, October 9, 2002 .song. Sakamoto Maaya.Hikari no Naka E
I would also like to note: hehe, Jared's picture is giving Mary nightmares. Mary, I'll have you know I like that picture. So nyah. And I'm sorry you now miss us, but now you know how we feel, constantly missing you *nod nod*
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
03:14 p.m., Wednesday, October 9, 2002 .song. Sakamoto Maaya.Hemisphere
I love Sakamoto Maaya because she rocks. I also love Ian, because he gives me rides to Japanese and related activities. And I also love Jared, because he helps me not die with memorization. Basically, I love everything right now because I'm happy. My mantra for this week was "must survive Wednesday!" and I did, so woo. Woo woo woo. Now I'm going to go play Kingdom Hearts as a reward.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
06:59 a.m., Wednesday, October 9, 2002 .song. U2.Bad
Aww, Gabe hates Kingdom Hearts. For fair enough reasons. Goddam jumping puzzles. I still love it though.
Ken: Probably the crack.
Yeah. And, much to my surprise, Games We Play continues to get reviews on ff.net. It makes me happy because that is the one place GWP is more popular than I Only Think Of You. Woot.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
11:13 p.m., Tuesday, October 8, 2002 .song. Japanese CD intro music
My quote list has just started its fortieth page. I feel like I should have a party for it or something.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
09:44 p.m., Tuesday, October 8, 2002 .song. Savage Garden.Santa Monica
I love my stupid grammar.
Dad: Do you know what's wrong with this line?
Chash: *reading her paper* She shows Offred to it [the goal]. Ummm...
Dad: Hey! Goal! Here, this is my friend Offred! Best friend in the whole world. Aren't you glad I'm showing her to you?
Chash: eheheheh...
To justify myself, here's another conversation during which I was cooler.
Niko: She wasn't that fat.
Mom: I thought she was.
Niko: Dad, do you think she was that fat?
Dad: I didn't think she was as fat as that.
Chash: This sounds like Dr. Seuss! 'Do you think she was that fat?' 'No, I do not think she was that fat. She was not as fat as that!'
I need sleep.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
07:39 p.m., Tuesday, October 8, 2002 .song. Nickelback.How You Remind Me
I'm so tired. Ugh, dunno why. Maybe because I had a crapass dinner out. Didn't even finish it. I'm having Nickelback titling, though. A fic and a paper. Speaking of which, if anyone's interested (not sure if anyone got here by liking my fic, but if you did, listen up), my new Gundam Wing fic, How You Remind Me, is here. So enjoy that. Now I have one hell of a headache, so I'm out.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
04:09 p.m., Tuesday, October 8, 2002 .song. Sakamoto Maaya.Vector
Ian got called pretty in Japanese *snerk* And Keeley was trying to pick him up. I hope I never have team spirit. For anyone who's been wanting desperately to know what I look like, you can go here and almost see me, if it weren't for the sun.
Had fun last period sitting with the senior guys, who were discussing how much they want Hermione's body. They figure it's still legal for a year (till they're eighteen). Highly amusing for me. Time to work on my English.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
Which Recurring Kevin Smith Character Are You? Take the test here
And, for anyone who ever wondered what I'd look like as a lego character, go here and see me have claws and drink underage while burning in the flames of perdition. *nod nod* And wearing my new coat ^___^ Later!
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
10:46 p.m., Monday, October 7, 2002 .song. That American Beauty Song that plays during the scene with the bag Mary (and Yeou if you read this), tomorrow I shall be taking advantage of the mad powers of the digital camera and taking some pictures to show you that everyone's doing all right and to remind you of what we look like, since I know you're forgetting. Now, though, I must go. So this should be my last post for today. And hey, maybe one day these two will get their act together and start posting about their lives. It's doubtful, though. Meh.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
07:37 p.m., Monday, October 7, 2002 .song. This Way.Crawl
Many posts. Again banner ads. This one is the scary cat? It's an orange kitten that waves (but it looks more like twitching) and says: "Hello! Send me to your friends for free!" which makes it sound like this scary plague that infects your brain and then your friends' brains and makes you all mindless slaves of the orange kitten. *nod nod*
Ken: I'd argue this or comment on her insanity, but that is the impression I get from the scary kitten.
Woo! I'm not as crazy!
Serge: You are aware that Ken's a figment of your imagination, right?
Why do all of you live to prove me wrong?
Serge: You did make us, so it's probably your fault.
Word.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
06:09 p.m., Monday, October 7, 2002 .song. Evangelion.Thanatos (If I Can't Be Yours)
"Into whose bed does Black slash his way?"
Stupid Sparknotes quiz on Harry Potter Three. How can I not interpret that slashily?
Ken: Maybe if you weren't a freak.
That's not it! Look at the word choice.
Serge: Uh, Chash, most people's brains don't work like that.
Yeah, well they should. Hmph.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
04:55 p.m., Monday, October 7, 2002 .song. Barenaked Ladies.One Week
I would like to note that: "Steroids. Click here to buy now" is by far one of the best banner ads I've seen in a while. It's quick and to the point. Thank you, ff.net for another lovely thing. I'm out.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
04:49 p.m., Monday, October 7, 2002 .song. Bob Dylan.Rosemary, Lily, and the Jack of Hearts
Go here, link thanks to Sean. Because we're all crackheads here.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
09:06 p.m., Sunday, October 6, 2002 .song. U2.Bad
I remember in Japan this song was stuck in my head for one straight night. Mainly the bit that goes "I'm wide awake! I'm wide awake! I'm not sleeping tonight." I think. Admitedly, this is U2 and Bono, while incredibly cool, is not the clearest person ever. So I think that was it.
Has anyone ever heard of "Mini-Soap"? It ran on the Disney Channel in England at some point between 1998 and 2000, but I'm not sure when. About all I remember was it lasted about fifteen minutes and featured two British kids, their parents, and, occasionally, Ghengis Khan. So it was pretty super fly. If anyone knows where I could find some Mini-Soap episodes, do tell. It was cool.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
05:22 p.m., Sunday, October 6, 2002 .song. Ayumi Hamazaki.Dearest
Arma virumque cano Troiae qui primus ab oris
Italiam fato profugus Laviniaque venit
Litora multilet terris iactatus et alto
Vi superum saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram
Magna quoquet bello passus dum conderet urbem
Inferretque deos Latio--genus unde Latinum
Albanique patris atqualta moenia Romae
Musa, mihi causas memora quo numine laeso
Quidve dolens regina deum tot volvere casus
Insignem pietate virum tot adire labores
Impulerit. Tantaenanimis caelestibus irae?
Okay, now that that's out of the way, I can get back to studying this story Jared showed me. Stupid story. I feel the consuming need to discover its meaning. Damned matters of honour not letting me ask anyone about it because of the stupid desire to find out by myself.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
12:50 a.m., Sunday, October 6, 2002 .song. Vertical Horizon.Best I Ever Had (Gray Sky Morning)
*head bangs table* tired... watched Van Wilder. Jared needs to watch the next movie with us so we can get Young Frankenstein. VW was... amusing, but not high quality. And downright nasty at times. Ewww in rememberance.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
02:43 p.m., Saturday, October 5, 2002 .song. Bon Jovi.It's My Life
Your "two for the price of one" moment for today is from yesterday in Dunkin' Donuts. I went to hug Alex and punched Hal in the jaw. I rule.
Watched Forrest Gump, a nice contrast to the incredibly sucky The Jackel. And saw Chibi Haley Joel Osmet, which was cool. Hehe. Chibi.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
09:53 a.m., Saturday, October 5, 2002 .song. U2.October
Stupid e-mail. It now organizes my messages in alphabetical order, meaning I have to look for the new ones. Why can't it display them in order recieved like a normal person?
Ken: You probably hit a button.
Serge: He has a point. It's probably your fault.
...we're going to work on that. Crossword!
[Edit--Serge: We were right and she fixed it.]
[Edit--Ken: Ha ha.]
[Edit--Chash: Shut up.]
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
10:51 p.m., Friday, October 4, 2002 .song. Dave Matthews.Christmas Song The Jackel is a terrible, terrible movie. It had no redeeming features. Ben and I have made Gid promise that we won't watch anymore bad movies. We were going to watch Young Frankenstein, but Jared wasn't here and he wanted to watch it. Mom bought me a cool new coat (she thought it was a dress, but it would be an incredibly revealing dress--an ultra ho dress, if you will), so that was pretty fly. Might play some Kingdom Hearts later, might not. Haven't decided quite yet.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
03:04 p.m., Friday, October 4, 2002 .song. Peter, Paul, and Mary.Puff the Magic Dragon
I am tired. But it's Friday! So there shall be much Kingdom Hearts and rejoicing. I am a sad panda because I missed Japanese today, but a happy panda because I went to an okay play (it was The Scarlet Letter, which is the bane of my existance, but it had John Croy and Kate) and rode with Megan, Alex, and Hal in Dils's car, which was superfly because we got donuts and found out Dils has been to Woonsocket. Woo. Also met a Jere-clone. I confused him by asking his name. Jere feels he must meet this guy now. So that was kind of cool, but not enough Japanese. I do love Japanese. I saw Ian leaving and nearly ran after him, but did not.
Also, two people have now reached this blog searching for "Human Copulation Project." Right. Kingdom Hearts time.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
07:07 p.m., Thursday, October 3, 2002 .song. Lighthouse Family.Lost In Space
My tribute to my beloved Inuyasha first ending, "My Will" by Dream, featuring the Oita Park Place's Ferris Wheel and one of my favorite Japanese words. Hopefully this layout won't displease Mary. And sorry about the load time. I like the picture. Ja.
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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,/ lurches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
