Near Tears...
Thursday, March 7, 2002 - 05:15 p.m.
*whimper* I'm so about to cry...*sniff* It's such a sad, sad day.
I saw so many lovely racing cars today on the highway and on the road, but not once did I get to examine it more closely. All I got were glimpses of these lovely cars and I couldn't find out what type of car they were. I could tell if it was a Honda or a Mazda, but I didn't get the chance to figure out if it was a Civic or a Protege or something else entirely. I feel so cheated; all I could make out were the barest glimpses of it. *whimper* All I know was that the car I saw on the 401 and 404 was a silver Honda Civic with a Type-R sticker and a huge tail (which I found slightly disconcerting and rather ugly). However, Type-R stickers can be stuck on and the sticker wasn't in the right place. I also saw a Honda Civic hatchback and another Civic/Integra Type-R, plus a Mazda Protege (I think) that was modified. The thing is, they were all headed in the opposite direction...now I'm wondering if there's a race going on or something. If there is, I just might break down and cry.
On related note, am severely depressed now. Spent last period spare doing useless stuff and had to spend an hour after school waiting for ride. When you spend 2.5 hours doing nothing, your mind becomes quite thoughtful and thougtful = morbid, depressing, despairing for me. Will beat despair by reading slash fics! ^_^
Additional v.g. news. Am probably going to buy the UK version of Queer As Folk. Cannot wait! I know it's the edited version but am v. desperate for Stuart/Vince.
Also, will search for new wallpapers and skins to decorate screen. Am sure w/ the proper routine, spirits will lift and life will become miraculously lovely. Then again, I could sink to a nadir of depression and shut myself into my room and refuse to come out. But that's no fun, so resole to reach a relative state of buoyant happiness, although pinnacle of joy would be brilliant as well. ^_^
Chirping Crickets...
Thursday, March 7, 2002 - 02:43 p.m.
Life is so dull, crickets are chirping. Or rather, the clicking of keyboards. Mac keyboards.
I know, it's terrible. Hate Macs. The idiotic server is damn slow today, hate slowness.
On other note, found two hilarious Lord of the Rings parodies on FanFiction.Net. A PMSing, pissed off Sauron and slashy deleted scenes from the LotR DVD. Check this and this out. V. funny, I promise.
Am edgy w/ excitement right now, since tomorrow, I get off on March Break. Am joyous and brilliantly happy. ^_^ Friday's going fun, even though I still have to attend school, since my friends and I plan on crashing at a friend's house for the rest of the day and Saturday, doing a movie (read: Stuart Townsend) marathon. We're going to watch the evolution of Stuart Townsend's appearance and acting capabilities, tracking him from Shooting Fish to About Adam to Queen Of The Damned. Oh, and watch Velvet Goldmine and Queer As Folk, UK version, if I can get my fangirl hands on it! It's going to be brilliant! ^_^
And then, next week, am planning hanging out w/ friends day, v. relaxed, except for me, b/c I got loaded down w/ all the planning and stuff. -_- However, am not too resentful as fun w/ friends is ok.
Am going to nod off, so ja mata!
Like A One Man Army
Wednesday, March 6, 2002 - 10:31 p.m.
(Title taken from One Man Army sung by Our Lady Peace.)
Actus Rea - The guilty act; the physical component of a crime.
Mens Rea - The guilty mind; the mental component of a crime.
Dear God, just finished taking down about twenty pages of Law notes about criminal law. *_* Class is starting criminal law, which is v. fun from what I've heard from the previous years' classes. Yay!
*feels like swinging like Austin Powers* Am listening to Bonnie Pink's Pendulum, which I think could be a slow song on an Austin Powers soundtrack. Every time I listen to the song, I feel like swinging side to side to the rhythm of the music. ^_^ Love Bonnie Pink.
Ho Hum. Just another day on the river.
Am avidly reading E-sama the Llama's Cold November Rain. I really love this fic, it's the latest installment in the Weiss Kreuz fic series, The Theatre Series. All the fics in the series before were kind of PWP-ish, but this has a meaty, real plot, lovely characterization, and loads upon loads of angst. And it's NagixOmi. ^_^ Me = Happy Fangirl. Cold November Rain has already spanned 35 chapters in a three-day story timeline and it's not even finished yet. I like that. ^_^ Long fics make me v. happy.
I've also finished watching the rest of Gatekeepers. I'm fairly fond of it now, but it disappoints me slightly. The general story and themes are typical, but the concept of Gates and Gatekeepers is a fairly interesting and unusual one, which I like. Can't wait for Gatekeepers 21 though. It should be v. interesting as well. I've got another het pairing that I actually like now, Shun/Ruriko, adding to my meager collection of het pairings that I like. Am v. much a slasher/yaoi fangirl now and damn proud of it. ^_^V
Romanticism is so fucked up...
Tuesday, March 5, 2002 - 10:05 p.m.
Oooooh my god, my head hurts. Way too much discussion of the Romantic Period, especially since I did a presentation last period on the Romantic Movement in England in English class, in which we also discussed The Eve of St. Agnes by John Keats, a poem which I now loathe and disgust, followed up by a long tutoring session w/ my English tutor. I hate trite tripe. I know at that time, Keats' work would have been not as hackneyed as it is regarded now, but still, other people regard Keats' works as "pretentious". I have to agree partly with them since he does idealize this idea of pure, unadulterated love that seems to transcend all boundaries in his poetry, which I positively wince at. Of course, he was writing this kind of poetry because it was his little escape from the dreary, dull, despairing cloth of reality, since he was intelligent and was forced into medicine, a job he didn't like in the first place, but all he really wanted to was be in love, to love and be loved. Poor guy. But still, The Eve of St. Agnes is difficult to understand and it's a load of crapshit. Essentially I think it's a miniaturized, rushed Romeo and Juliet in which the guy doesn't wait to get married in order to play prison freeze tag w/ the girl. Or, as Shakespeare crudely, but amusingly put it, "create a beast with two backs." *snickers* Think about that euphemism for a little bit and you'll get it.
D/l'd some new mp3s. I don't know if it's just me, but all the BoA mp3s I d/l'd, Every Heart -minna no kimochi- and Listen To My Heart, Japanese and English versions, were all really soft. The volume on them, when I had my winamp at 100% volume was noticeably softer than other mp3s. V. weird. All three of them are good songs though; Listen To My Heart is v. danceable. Another good one is Nicholas Tse's Let Me Die. I freaked out when I heard him singing in English. *shudder* D/l the Cantonese version just in case. They're both good though. I love my Audiogalaxy! It's only through AG that I have the massive collection of mp3s that I do today (and lack of space on my hard drive) and acquired a taste for a wide array of music. *nods* Audiogalaxy is v.g. Remember that. ^_^ D/l KaZaA or Morpheus as a backup though. Audiogalaxy blocks some/a lot of songs (especially of Western artists) b/c they're copyright protected, so KaZaA and Morpheus are better for finding songs of Western artists like Mariah Carey, Dido, Robbie Williams, Our Lady Peace, Savage Garden, etc. With that, no song can hide from me! *evil laugh*
Die, Keats, Die!
Tuesday, March 5, 2002 - 11:24 a.m.
Hate. John. Keats. SHIN'NE!!!
Then again, he's already dead, so there's no point of me killing him painfully. Hate studying Romantic poetry, it's all a load of hackneyed tripe!
Romantic music is fantastic, Romantic poetry sucks like utter shit!
Friend rec'd site to me, am laughing like madwoman. Check this out. V. funny, I swear.
Oh hell, spare's over. Ja!
Is it just me or do I have frostbite?
Monday, March 4, 2002 - 05:17 p.m.
Brrrrr...So cold, my feet are freezing, almost literally. Seriously, I feel sorry for those people in my school who wear their kilts walking to the bus. Your legs go numb within seconds in a little kilt that barely goes to your knees and flimsy kneesocks that don't always go up to the knees and I was freezing my arse off, even though I was wearing jeans and sweatshirt.
Hmmm...found this v. hilarous: Which Chess Piece Are You?. Apparently I'm a Black King which means I'm "vicious, calculating and with a refined sense of cruelty, you enjoy playing with people and fucking with their minds. You do not tolerate failure. You don't care who or what you trample. Your mind is a scary place to be. But beware: pride comes before a fall."
Am I that vicious? Hmmm...if it's true, then I should really start acting like a completely ruthless bitch out to get anyone and everyone. Oooooohhh...sounds like fun! Evil Bitch Overlord, here I come! ^_^ I know my mind's scary. It's quite evident when you read this blog.
Hehehe...kirei...see this. I'm in love. It's also in my ideal colour, silver. Of course the Lancer Evo VII does scream out "RACE ME!" to obnoxious racer-boys who pose and only buy cars (aka only Honda Civic Si or Prelude or Toyota Celicas) to make up for their lack of equipment in another much more vital department. Of course those deficient racer-boys will have the overwhelming urge to race you in the middle of the road and hoot and honk just because you're a female in a nice race-ish kind of car. But then again, you pretend to race and when they shoot off, let them and leave them looking like idiots racing off into the distance and getting a speeding ticket as well. ^_^ My viciousness is showing, isn't it? *patches the spot*
Just read newspaper about Schumacher winning the Australian F1 and the crash in beginning. Poor racers...I sincerely hope they did not get any life-threatening injuries that might deter them from racing ever again. Especially Villeneuve...but then again, he's been sponsering Honda in these cheeesy, crappy commercials, so...
Had crappy day. Hurt brains studying law this morning, then went on to impossible math midterm. Hate midterm. Loathe math teacher. *goes and pokes pins into voodoo doll* Finished World History project last night...errr...this morning at 2:30 am. Am exhausted.
Am still reading Queen of the Damned. Oooohhh...Akasha, misunderstood and painfully naive and dense, and in being so, causes havoc, evil and chaos! She's one messed up girl. She should definitely talk out her issues with a therapist. *nods*
Chibi!Stuart Townsend (a la About Adam) with noticeable Irish accent: You're talking about that issue? Have you ever thought you should be going to one too?
I wish I could, but my parents don't think so.
Chibi!Stuart Townsend: Er...waitasec, you want to go to a psychologist but your parents don't want you to?
Yes, apparently none of our family is having problems. (sarcasm) *nods* I agree with them. (/sarcasm)
Chibi!Stuart Townsend: I need a drink. 'S not funny.
*tosses him Chibi!Vampire Louis* Here ya go.
Chibi!Stuart Townsend: *looks at Chibi!Vampire Louis, leers at him, but puts him aside with a grope* Wrong movie! I need a drink! A real, alcoholic, honest-to-go drink! WHY DO PEOPLE STOP HER FROM GOING TO A THERAPIST?
*hands him vodka* Delusions on the part of my family.
Chibi!Stuart Townsend: *stalks off with confused Chibi!Vampire Louis in tow, muttering and swigging down vodka*
Enkil...he's whipped. Whipped to the point of being v. aerated and able to be spooned onto a piece of cake. So whipped to the point that he rivals my friend's, Michael, whipped-ness factor. It is in opinion of our other friend, Scott, that if Michael's girlfriend broke up with him, he would walk to Scott's house and ask Scott to kill him "'cause he just can't live anymore." Am sure is joke, but then again if Michael's girlfriend did break up with him, he would cry and gorge himself on anime and junk food. Honestly.
Hmmmm...that's all for now, so ja!
Avalanche!!!
Sunday, March 3, 2002 - 10:19 p.m.
*points up to title of entry* Yes, avalanche. An avalanche of work that is. A weekend is meant for relaxation, but look at me now. If I smoked and/or drank, I'd be swigging down shots of vodka and smoking fags like I'm Bridget Jones when she's in a bad mood because I'm so goddamn SCREWED for the next two days! Tomorrow...world history project, law test, and math midterm. And Tuesday, an English presentation. WTF??? And the bitch(es) who stole my stuff have not done anything. Did not expect them to but still am pissed! Am v. pissed that I cannot listen to Luna Sea or Maaya Sakamoto in the car anymore! Am pissed I do not have phone numbers of friends/family. HATE PATHETIC BASTARDS WHO STOLE MY STUFF! Hope they get a criminal record later in life.
*exhales* I think I feel better now. Yesterday was kind of funny. My friends showed up twenty minutes late and were v. dressed up while I was in jeans and boots. It was our friend's birthday, but going to the movies and a family-style restaurant does not warrant wispy skirts and sandals in the middle of winter. Was v. funny in restaurant though, b/c my friends were v. dressed up amidst v. casual ppl. Oh, and for your info, don't go see Forty Days and Forty Nights. It's one of the most sexist, disgusting, gratuitous, idiotic, thoughtless, banal, trite, and hackneyed pieces of crap to come out of Hollywood. It has more exposure of the female form and degradation of the female mind in a unwarranted, unnecessary fashion merely for the sake of titillating the male demographic (aka raising their appendages) than a striptease. Josh Hartnett simply had to outdo himself when picking fucked up movies displaying paternalistic notions and American propaganda about war. First, it was Pearl Harbour, then it was Black Hawk Down, now this. I'm disgusted with him and he's not even remotely attractive to me anymore, not that he was in the first place.
Now I'm finished ranting. Sorry. =^_^= Spent day d/l'ing new skins, looking at a few cars, reading fics and Queen Of The Damned (much better than the movie). Love Lestat. Love Louis. Love Armand and Daniel. Worship Anne Rice.
Hmmm, my respect for Ford Focus has changed. I did not know that they were race-worthy or could be mod'd to race in the World Rally Championship. So v. wicked. ^_^ But Ford simply cannot compete w/ Mitsubishi in the overall performance and appearance of the LanEvo VII or Subaru with its Impreza WRX. ^_^ Speaking of Japanese cars, must rec around the world, a postively kick-ass Initial D site. It is only through the site that my love of IniD has bloomed and flourished so verdantly. =P
Lestat, Louis, Armand, the list goes on...
Saturday, March 2, 2002 - 05:07 p.m.
Mmmm...just spent whole day indulging self in slash fics, v. happy. ^_^ Love Vampire Chronicles slash, especially Lestat/Louis. However, is idiotic how some authors haven't
a) a spellchecker
b) the skill to write even vaguely in character
c) read Anne Rice
Maybe I'm being harsh, but really, some authors don't write very well. *shudder* But the worse is the spelling. Spelling is one of those things that really irk me. I mean, if you have internet access, obviously you have a computer, which means you have a word processor, which automatically means you have a spellchecker. USE IT PLEASE! Spellcheckers are lovely, gorgeous things which help keep the English language comprehensible to everyone. What would it be like if I began writing like this: l33t h4x0r d00d?
Obviously this is confusing. Same thing when you misspell words. Please. Use a spellchecker. Keep the English language alive.
The preceeding was a public service message from The Anal Retentive Obsessive-Compulsive Proper English Spelling and Grammer Association. [We're anal about English so that you don't have to be!]
*grins* Yeah, I'm v. anal about spelling. There's nothing worse about a fic that's badly misspelled with horrible grammer and incorrect/randomly changing verb tenses and worse of all, no paragraphing or observation of any rules about writing that can be seen when you pick up any sort of novel.
Not much happening today except I'm trying to relax. I've had a v. busy week, what with my stuff getting stolen and a sudden avalanche of work getting dumped on me. So I have resolved to relax today, go to a movie for a friend's birthday and then on Sunday, work like a demoness bent on the destruction of Heaven. ^_~
Oooh...found new gorgeous art site with Devil May Cry and Metal Gear Solid 2 fanart. Check it out. I love MGS2, it's fucking amazing! I played it for a few hours in a friend's friend's apartment in Hong Kong and wow...love it. However, hate how games are so long and need to be saved, etc. I much prefer arcade games where you can hang out w/ friends and play by yourself or w/ lots of friends. That reminds me, March Break is coming up so I get to hang out w/ friends and earn some money. Hoping to be able to get my friend's PS2 and play GTA3 sometime soon.
*listening to Robbie Williams* Love Eternity. Just listening to it makes me cry when I'm in the properly maudlin mood. And the video is even more depressing. I think I'll go and have myself a little chocolate to cheer myself up. ^_^
Stuart Towsend...Mmm...
Friday, March 1, 2002 - 10:29 p.m.
I have just finished watching About Adam w/ Stuart Townsend, Kate Hudson, and Frances O'Connor. Mmmm...could eat Stuart Townsend up with a spoon. He's dead sexy, got a lovely Irish accent, and is just...yum. ^_^ My friend brought Shooting Fish, also w/ Stuart Townsend, to school and we watched it with other friends in my spare, so I've been going on a Stuart Townsend marathon today. However, in Shooting Fish, he's very unsexy. Very unsexy. It was the haircut, an uneven cap of uninteresting hair, the eyebrows, which nearly made up a unibrow, and the horrible dress sense in the movie that turned me off. However, his boyishly appealing personality shone through and made him attractive even with horrible dress sense and haircut. ^_~ I am such a fangirl. I cannot believe he's actually going out w/ Charlize Theron. I do not actually want to do anything to him but squeal and grin like mad when I see him on screen.
I love Stuart Townsend to bits and pieces now. He captured me completely in Queen Of The Damned with his aura of oozing sensuality edged with danger that just says subtly, but firmly, "Shag me." Of course, as Vampire Lestat, he can't shag, as it is physically impossible for a vampire in Anne Rice's creations to shag. But will not go into that part of how her creations are like that. Yes, I will not.
Lovely lunch today with friends. I made them take the Who's Your Fellowship Fella? quiz. =P I had taken mine earlier and I got:
I think I saw a Honda Civic EG-6 SiR today! And it was red, just like Initial D's Shingo's car! It was too fast for me to see clearly, but it was definitely a hatchback and a Honda, so either it was an EG-6 SiR or a EK-9 Type-R or something close to it! Carspotting is my new fave hobby. (Sorry, bad pun on Trainspotting) There's a certain thrill in knowing that you've seen the car that you've seen somewhere else and that you can actually recognize it is a thrill all on its own. I used to dislike cars and was actually intending to buy a v. cheap car, but now...mmm...want Subaru Impreza WRX. Or Mitsubishi LanEvo 7...
First, my school had a sleep-in, we could get in at 9 instead of 8:20, but I couldn't, as my aunt needed to get to physiotherapy by 8:15 and my school is v. far from her physiotherapist. So instead of gaining an hour or so more of lovely sleep, I get less sleep than usual. Happy happy, joy joy.
Then when I get to school, practically dragging myself on the floor with, for once, a bagel and iced coffee, the fire alarm goes off. I'm not the only one at school, but it's bloody annoying to go outside for 20 minutes clutching a quickly cooling bagel and freezing cup of iced caffeine with a heavy backpack weighing me down in a kilt and kneesocks. Never, ever go outside in a knee-length skirt. Never.
Fun morning, ne? It's only going to get worse, that's my bet. The coffee did nothing to help me wake up. Or maybe something nice will happen. I dunno.
I'm finished! Yes, I've finished changing my blog. I am happier with this than my other one at diaryland.com, which was pretty much the same except that it had an individual entry on each page instead of a blog-style page. I like this much better.
Must start working on idiotic World History project. History of Mt. Everest here I come. But before I go, here. I saw this on the street the other day. ^_^ V. happy.
Hmmm...have changed to pitas.com now...
Have already blogged today at diaryland.com, so there's not to much to write about, except I have to get on changing the look of my blog...
