.|SWEET|...:White Chocolate Taint:...|SIN|.
+ i understand the fascination, the dream that comes alive at night... +
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2.29.2004
Damnit, we didn't make it back in time. We got home sometime between 1:00 and 1:30, and I feel really bad now cause I haven't been able to spend any time with Raye. :/ Hopefully she won't be too busy today... ::sighbubble::
On the up side, I picked up my copy of Hengeyokai: Shapeshifters of the East that I was looking for, the RP book. It's pretty neat, I really want to try playing this one because there are so many different types of shapeshifters you can be. I think it'd be cool to play a Nagah (Naga is the Serpent Goddess of old Greek? legends), Tengu (Raven shifters), or the Zhong Lung (Long is the Chinese word for Dragon (i.e., ShenLong was Fei-chan's Gundam)). I also picked up a copy of the Dark Ages: British Isles sourcebook for V:tM. Mages, Mithras, Weres, Priests, Bards, and of course, Vampires, all rounded up the old British Isles for a setting; it doesn't get much better than that!
Okay, I should go call Raye now. =)
.alieu
On the up side, I picked up my copy of Hengeyokai: Shapeshifters of the East that I was looking for, the RP book. It's pretty neat, I really want to try playing this one because there are so many different types of shapeshifters you can be. I think it'd be cool to play a Nagah (Naga is the Serpent Goddess of old Greek? legends), Tengu (Raven shifters), or the Zhong Lung (Long is the Chinese word for Dragon (i.e., ShenLong was Fei-chan's Gundam)). I also picked up a copy of the Dark Ages: British Isles sourcebook for V:tM. Mages, Mithras, Weres, Priests, Bards, and of course, Vampires, all rounded up the old British Isles for a setting; it doesn't get much better than that!
Okay, I should go call Raye now. =)
.alieu
2.28.2004
WTF. Okay, so I don't really trust Matt's driving, so I turned down Kiyomi's offer to go to SF today. No big deal. I had plans with Raye and David already anyways. My sister and Doug and Paul were supposed to be heading to Reno for Paul's birthday, and no one bothered to invite me, so I figured I'd respect thier not wanting me tagging along. No big deal there either, I guess. Minus being slightly hurt. So Raye and David and I were supposed to be going to the mall and the bookstore this afternoon, and I'd resigned myself to being third wheel for the evening, because fuck, I haven't seen Raye in too long, and I like hanging out with them. So then my sister calls me. Seems they've decided not to go to Reno. Okay.... this is the first time in my life I've ever had people offer to take me to San Francisco twice in one day. It's a fucking sign or something. Anyhow, I definately trust my Doug and Paul's driving, and I really wanted to celebrate Paul's birthday with them anyways, because he just does so very much for me and I'm always at a loss to express just how grateful I am. He's the best, he really is. Anyhow, I figure David still misses Raye after not seeing her for two weeks, so they won't mind the extra time alone. Besides, I'm still going to spend the night at her house, and I get to go to the Borders in SF and pick up my RP books! Done deal, right? ...Why do I still feel bad? Everyone's spending time with thier respective SOs, I don't have to play third wheel, and I can help celebrate Paul's birhday AND get my RP books. I already worked on my english essays all afternoon, so I'm nearly done. I have all day Sunday to finish them anyhow...
Blah. I should just shut up and go.
.alieu
Blah. I should just shut up and go.
.alieu
2.27.2004
Holy FUCKING shite.
...
I meant it when I said I have stuff on my private blog that would really offend some people... and damn, I posted to the wrong blog once, I wrote a rant in my art blog by mistake, and when I deleted the post... I forgot that deleting it doesn't make it automatically re-publish. So there was a rather... not nice... post sitting right out on top of my art blog for about.. god knows how long. Jesus. I'm a fucking idiot.
Errr... yeah. So note to self, ALWAYS ALWAYS publish after doing anything new.
-_-;;
.alieu
...
I meant it when I said I have stuff on my private blog that would really offend some people... and damn, I posted to the wrong blog once, I wrote a rant in my art blog by mistake, and when I deleted the post... I forgot that deleting it doesn't make it automatically re-publish. So there was a rather... not nice... post sitting right out on top of my art blog for about.. god knows how long. Jesus. I'm a fucking idiot.
Errr... yeah. So note to self, ALWAYS ALWAYS publish after doing anything new.
-_-;;
.alieu
Boo.
I need a new hobby. Something that doesn't suck up money. ...Not bloody likely, eh? Ah well.
My sister picked up a copy of Dan Brown's "Angels & Demons" (Dan Brown = fucking BRILLIANT guy who wrote "The Da Vinci Code") so I think I'm just gonna go curl up with that for the next few hours. I think I've found a new favourite author. [heart]
....My enter/return key keeps getting stuck. Stupid thing.
Okay, that is all.
.alieu
I need a new hobby. Something that doesn't suck up money. ...Not bloody likely, eh? Ah well.
My sister picked up a copy of Dan Brown's "Angels & Demons" (Dan Brown = fucking BRILLIANT guy who wrote "The Da Vinci Code") so I think I'm just gonna go curl up with that for the next few hours. I think I've found a new favourite author. [heart]
....My enter/return key keeps getting stuck. Stupid thing.
Okay, that is all.
.alieu
2.25.2004
hahaha. I'm highly amused. I did this one twice.
...so much red. o.<;;
...so much red. o.<;;
You're Switzerland!
While most people think you're sort of stuck up, it's really
just that people don't interest you that much. That's why you'd rather
just stay out of everything and be as neutral as possible. Somewhere in
there is an ability to be a psychiatrist because you're so objective, but you
might just be too cold for that.
Take the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid
You're Canada!
People make fun of you a lot, but they're stupid because you've
got a much better life than they do. In fact, they're probably just jealous.
You believe in crazy things like human rights and health care and not
dying in the streets, and you end up securing these rights for yourself and
others. If it weren't for your weird affection for ice hockey, you'd be
the perfect person.
Take the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid
You're Catch-22!
by Joseph Heller
Incredibly witty and funny, you have a taste for irony in all that you
see. It seems that life has put you in perpetually untenable situations, and your sense
of humor is all that gets you through them. These experiences have also made you an
ardent pacifist, though you present your message with tongue sewn into cheek. You
could coin a phrase that replaces the word "paradox" for millions of
people.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
[EDIT]
Okay, I took this one twice as well, but I wasn't planning on posting it. However, the day after I did this (yesterday) I was talking to Mr. Fodchuk (my english teacher, coolest flaming Canadian I've ever met!) and he told me that I really HAVE to read this philosophy book he had... so he pulls it out and well...
You're Siddhartha!
by Hermann Hesse
You simply don't know what to believe, but you're willing to try
anything once. Western values, Eastern values, hedonism and minimalism, you've spent
some time in every camp. But you still don't have any idea what camp you belong in.
This makes you an individualist of the highest order, but also really lonely. It's
time to chill out under a tree. And realize that at least you believe in
ferries.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
...Pretty damn creepy, no?
[/EDIT]
~Melpomene~
Your muse is Melpomene, the Songstress, the muse of
Tragedy. Her symbol is the tragic mask. There
could be several reasons she is your muse. You
could be simply fascinated by the dark and the
plethora of emotions that accompany any good
tragedy. You could also be depressed yourself,
in which case you might try working on making
Thalia your muse...
Which of the Nine Muses is your muse?
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~Calliope~
Your muse is Calliope, the Fair Voiced, Chief muse
and the muse of Epic Poetry. Her symbol is the
writing tablet. I wonder if you'll end up as
the next Tolkein...?
Which of the Nine Muses is your muse?
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2.23.2004
Hmmmm. It would seem that I've hit a rather annoying mindblock. I suddenly and for no particular reason feel the desire to waste time and ignore my schoolwork. Procrastination? Laziness? Why, I'm appaled you would ever allow the words to cross your mind in relation to myself! What a rude affort to my pride and dignity.
...hahaha. Like these shreds even equal something called 'pride' anymore, something so foolishly looked upon with reverence by my surroundings. Pride is overrated. I would much rather wrap a thin cloak of respect around my shoulders than twist my ankle in the little pitfalls of pride that litter the trials I want to hike. Dignity... I remember dignity. I think I used to care about it once, a long time ago when I had reason and will to be dignified. Fuck society's little pet circles and nuances. Fuck society as a whole, and it's petty little grieviances with the way I think, act, and distrust.
"Fuck You And The High Horse You Rode In On, Dumb Fuck."
Okay, so that last bit was just a phrase I found highly amusing as I stumbled upon the wonders of that magical internet entity called the 'HateBall'.
Moving on... Ramen makes for a very unsatisfying dinner. I wish we still had tangerines from our backyard left, or at least some nice Granny Smith or Fuji apples. Hell, some cheesecake would REALLY hit the spot right now... But we have nothing except nameless frozen meats that are bloody and lumpy and freezer-burned, fishes wrapped up in plastic bags, tupperwares filled with sloshy liquids and strange dark objects that 'thump' against the sides when you pick them up, a carton of milk, and lots of canned foods. Oooh... I had forgotten about the canned foods. Maybe I still have minestrone soup left...! Hrm... no more minestrone, so I guess I'm forced to stick to chicken soup with rice.
You know, I always wondered, if I put all of my random musings and thoughts, my stream of consciousness throughout the days and weeks and months and years, into a book and actually got someone to publish it, whether or not they would sell many copies. Rather, if I would really want other people to read some of the things that run through my mind. More often than not, my imagination fabricates these silly or disturbing little fantasies. Products of random deductions or theories of what would happen if certain people died around me, little plays acted out in my mind with myself as one of the lego pieces, just as easily picked up and moved by my mind, the director, but simply left to watch from the little windowframe in my mind. When winter comes, there are pretty decorations in the frost across the panes of glass. I think mayhaps I watched that "Dreamcatcher' film, the one based off of a Stephen King story, one too many times. I saw it once, when in theatres.
I should stop rambling and procrastinaing and just finish my fucking essays.... Should being the operative word. Then again, I usually do what I think I should do, otherwise I might regret not doing it. Perhaps the one thing that has kept me going so stoically is that phrase that is perpetually ingrained into my mind's eye. Never do something you may regret later (because while hindsight is 20/20, it's often much too late to shove the cat back into the burlap sack), and never regreat what you end up doing (for your actions determine your own self, your own self worth, and every nuance that creates your being; learn to accept your choices, because without them, you would not be You).
...hahaha. Like these shreds even equal something called 'pride' anymore, something so foolishly looked upon with reverence by my surroundings. Pride is overrated. I would much rather wrap a thin cloak of respect around my shoulders than twist my ankle in the little pitfalls of pride that litter the trials I want to hike. Dignity... I remember dignity. I think I used to care about it once, a long time ago when I had reason and will to be dignified. Fuck society's little pet circles and nuances. Fuck society as a whole, and it's petty little grieviances with the way I think, act, and distrust.
"Fuck You And The High Horse You Rode In On, Dumb Fuck."
Okay, so that last bit was just a phrase I found highly amusing as I stumbled upon the wonders of that magical internet entity called the 'HateBall'.
Moving on... Ramen makes for a very unsatisfying dinner. I wish we still had tangerines from our backyard left, or at least some nice Granny Smith or Fuji apples. Hell, some cheesecake would REALLY hit the spot right now... But we have nothing except nameless frozen meats that are bloody and lumpy and freezer-burned, fishes wrapped up in plastic bags, tupperwares filled with sloshy liquids and strange dark objects that 'thump' against the sides when you pick them up, a carton of milk, and lots of canned foods. Oooh... I had forgotten about the canned foods. Maybe I still have minestrone soup left...! Hrm... no more minestrone, so I guess I'm forced to stick to chicken soup with rice.
You know, I always wondered, if I put all of my random musings and thoughts, my stream of consciousness throughout the days and weeks and months and years, into a book and actually got someone to publish it, whether or not they would sell many copies. Rather, if I would really want other people to read some of the things that run through my mind. More often than not, my imagination fabricates these silly or disturbing little fantasies. Products of random deductions or theories of what would happen if certain people died around me, little plays acted out in my mind with myself as one of the lego pieces, just as easily picked up and moved by my mind, the director, but simply left to watch from the little windowframe in my mind. When winter comes, there are pretty decorations in the frost across the panes of glass. I think mayhaps I watched that "Dreamcatcher' film, the one based off of a Stephen King story, one too many times. I saw it once, when in theatres.
I should stop rambling and procrastinaing and just finish my fucking essays.... Should being the operative word. Then again, I usually do what I think I should do, otherwise I might regret not doing it. Perhaps the one thing that has kept me going so stoically is that phrase that is perpetually ingrained into my mind's eye. Never do something you may regret later (because while hindsight is 20/20, it's often much too late to shove the cat back into the burlap sack), and never regreat what you end up doing (for your actions determine your own self, your own self worth, and every nuance that creates your being; learn to accept your choices, because without them, you would not be You).
There.... much better. Hurts my eyes a lot less now. I would set all my layouts up to go with my black background (set as actually window default background in all programs, including word and the like, for me.) but I know most people don't do that cause they aren't freaks like me. Thus, I think I'll just leave it the way it is now, and the rest of you can just take it as a present that I'm feeling considerate. It makes up for the nasty things I'm thinking right now in my mind. [heart]
Kidding.
...well, maybe not. But ignorance really is bliss, so take my word and don't pick up mind-reading as a hobby around me.
.alieu
Kidding.
...well, maybe not. But ignorance really is bliss, so take my word and don't pick up mind-reading as a hobby around me.
.alieu
2.22.2004
So you've found your way into my public blog, hmm? Interesting.
This is undergoing a revamp at the moment, and I should have a new layout soon. In fact, it will soon look identical to my private blog except for post content. Be forewarned, my blogging habits for public viewing are purely comprised of random outbursts, quotes, philosophical ramblings, and other things that don't step on people's toes. My private blog is there for me to angst and bitch in. Anyhow, feel free to read, or don't, whatever suits your mood. I don't really care. Just shake off that silly notion that you may have that I write things about myself, my life, and my feelings for the whole world to read. There is only one person who reads my private blog, and I doubt they even pay attention to me anymore. Oh well. Everything eventually tires of me and my odd quirks, it seems. With all that said and done, I bid you good day.
This is undergoing a revamp at the moment, and I should have a new layout soon. In fact, it will soon look identical to my private blog except for post content. Be forewarned, my blogging habits for public viewing are purely comprised of random outbursts, quotes, philosophical ramblings, and other things that don't step on people's toes. My private blog is there for me to angst and bitch in. Anyhow, feel free to read, or don't, whatever suits your mood. I don't really care. Just shake off that silly notion that you may have that I write things about myself, my life, and my feelings for the whole world to read. There is only one person who reads my private blog, and I doubt they even pay attention to me anymore. Oh well. Everything eventually tires of me and my odd quirks, it seems. With all that said and done, I bid you good day.
