Let's get together! Our Dream!

Hayashibara Megumi - Zankoku na Tenshi no Theses (Rei Version)

Woke up way too early for a holiday, stumbled downstairs in the below-freezing temperatures, sent the Chikyuu Shoujo Arjuna OST 2 to her (if anyone wants, just ask), and wrote about a half-page of a Dumbledore fic which will likely go nowhere. I don't really like Dumbledore, but I've tried to tell this story before and failed...At least I went slightly farther on this attempt.

I wrote an original story about my eighth grade year on Sunday. It's rough, but decent. I think I finally have enough distance from parts of my past to write them down...while things that have happened more recently are still healing. Anyway, it's very much a "girl" story, although it's not girlish.

My brother's home for the weekend, although he didn't bring home his friend...so I have no one to be set up with. Oh, damn. We saw Eight Crazy Nights last night...every time I go to see an Adam Sandler movie, I think that I'm too mature for this sort of thing, it should be 'beneath' me in some way. Then I laugh like crazy at the entire movie. ^^

Not much else to say. Will social blog later.

~Reebie wandered off at 11:27 a.m. on Thursday, November 28, 2002~

RENT - Adam Pascal - One Song Glory

Hmm. Today's been sort of a melancholy day -- everyone's been kinda down. I got my report card yesterday -- I went up about four places in class rank, which is nice. I'm right behind Fuu-chan. Maybe if I poke her enough, she'll move up...^^

I was volunteered to write two articles for the school paper today. On my way back from the bathroom, Ms. D stopped me in the middle of the hallway and asked if I'd write an article on Cello Club to drum up interest -- er, right, the only way to spark up interest in it would be to offer extra credit. (hmm, good idea...^^) Then next period, Mrs. Sanino told me she'd volunteered me to write an article on NJDFL, saying I was a writer -anyway- and an officer...

Ah, me and my bleeding heart. ^^ Speaking of NJDFL, the next competition is this Saturday. I'm in four events -- improv monologue, improv pairs, poetry interp, and prose interp. I'm not really worried about IM -- that event is just an event I -like-, IP is going to suck seeing as we've practiced once since the last competition and I was royally out of it, my poetry is cute as a button, and my prose...well...I'm reading a piece about eating babies in my best kindergarden-teacher voice. 'Nuff said. ^^

~Reebie wandered off at 07:51 p.m. on Thursday, November 21, 2002~

At 7:28 AM, I woke up.

At 7:38 AM, I made it to school - late.

At 11:28 PM, I got home.

Ye gods, I need sleep. Will see CoS tomorrow. Will not get chance to comment 'till Sunday afternoon at the latest.

sleep now...goood...sleeeep...

~Reebie wandered off at 11:37 p.m. on Friday, November 15, 2002~

Shiine Hekiru - Infinity

Why are so many people coming here for "anti-hermione" sites? I love Hermione. Hermione's me, especially with my teeth in this state. XD Go bash her somewhere else.

Er, that had very little to do with what I wanted to blog about, but y'know...I'm easily distracted. ^^

I need help: Does anyone know of a short prose piece (not A Modest Proposal) that's thematically related to the eating of babies? Think PETA propaganda-type stuff. Help, someone?

Opening night tomorrow...we're gonna suck majorly. Seriously. And damnit, there are way too many prima-donna divas in our play. Especially one particular senior boy. (And yes, he counts as a prima donna. He's gayer that the Wada/Oota version of "Hontou no Tsuyosa.")

But I brought out my digital camera, and I took about forty pictures of the cast...a lot of the pictures were really bad. They look like amateur photos, which they really, really are...^^;; The only person who seems to turn out really well is Mike. He's simply the most photogenic guy I know...it's not that he's especially good-looking or charismatic, but every single picture he's in looks so...Mikeish. ^^

I managed to get some really hideous pictures of this one girl in her "exercise clothes". Hey, it's not -my- fault that her hair was hiding her face and no one would have been able to recognize her in any of the other outfits...

...nor is it my fault that the girl I got the worst pictures of happens to be the freshman diva of the group who has been a complete bitch to me for the past three or four weeks...

I'm sending some of those pictures to Phil the second that I figure out how to upload them. Let this be a lesson to you: do not piss me off. I will get you back. ^_^

Actually, the only -truly- decent pictures I took all night were the ones I took during break. I walked outside and looked up at the sky...it was really, really pretty, and it actually turned out decent. In Jay's words, "that's a really fucking beautiful sky." ^^;;

I bought my CoS tickets today...they're for noon on Saturday. There's no way I can go Friday -- the theater is 20-30 minutes away, the call for the show is 5:00...and anyway, if I go with Fuu, we can gush over all the bois. Hmm, I hope we can sit away from my dad, actually...he won't want to hear our yammering. ^^

I gotta go upload those pics. ^_^ laters!

~Reebie wandered off at 09:54 p.m. on Wednesday, November 13, 2002~

Sakamoto Maaya - Teens

More quizes. ^_^

Take the Anime Sountrack Quiz

Take this Quiz

Take the Dessert Quiz

~Reebie wandered off at 05:44 p.m. on Sunday, November 10, 2002~

What's your inner fangirl? Take the test!

Pretty damn true, actually. ^_^

~Reebie wandered off at 04:15 p.m. on Saturday, November 9, 2002~

Cyndi Laupner - Time After Time

I might as well -try- to keep this up to date, ne? ^^ Well, it's Friday night, day two of my 5-day weekend...Thursday was spent at school doing play practice...it's getting better, but it ain't great yet. (Opening night is next Thursday. We're screwed.) I also finally got most of my costumes together...the whole thing has a very 80's feel. ^^

After the 80'sishness of the play, I slept over Lynn-chan's house...I didn't mean to sleep over, but by the time I thought "hmm, I ought to go home," it was past 11. ^^ Oops. We played Spider Solitaire on the computer (which I promptly downloaded as soon as I got home) and Monopoly on a board (she won, but counting property, I was really really damn close -- I had all four railroads and all of the expensive properties) and listened to 80's music. I'm sensing a theme here.

When I got home, I was pretty groggy...Kris and I were supposed to go to the mall, but she had to work, so I stayed home and played Spider Solitaire. I think I may regret downloading it. As if I don't have enough addictive programs. ^^

This evening, my dad and I went out...we went to Best Buy and purchased the digital camera at last. While I wasn't looking, the salesperson also co-opted my dad into buying a bunch of other stuff...hmm, I'm going to take note of that when buying my laptop. ^^

I wanna sleep in...and now I want to write Ginny-fic because of her. I did write a new poem, actually, which people can read here if they're interested. (But no one cares about poetry, do they?) And I really ought to go to bed, even though I still have about two-thirds of Night Watch to read...

ah, decisions, decisions...and I ought to blare 80's music while I head upstairs, ne? ^_^

~Reebie wandered off at 11:19 p.m. on Friday, November 8, 2002~

Goo Goo Dolls - All Eyes On Me

Sorry about my rather stressed-out entry yesterday. ^^ It's not quite that bad in my house. (Although my mother did believe that my brother was gay up until yesterday evening, when my brother called and told her, quite plainly, he wasn't.)

Happy early birthday, you. And happy birthday, you. (It's not belated -- yet -- not in my timezone, anyway.) And I like Only One, and Ken's voice...I always see him doing a dance in the middle, though. ^^ I like the lyrics especially. It's basically Ken stuggling and becoming the Kaizer, or maybe redeeming himself from being the Kaizer...

You know, I'm getting really sick and tired of the fall play. No one respects the director, who obviously doesn't respect -us-...she's not a good director, damnit. And she doesn't even try to like us, or help us...

In retrospect, you, I'm pretty glad that I didn't make a big public fuss about the History teacher swap. And the new teacher...he's not a bad guy. He can't compare to Dr. Elmore -- like anyone could -- but he made us appreciate him on his own terms.

But in drama, we've had a similar situation for a while. All of us are used to one director, and this other director...doesn't even try to make us like her. She treats us like shit, we act like shit, we don't care, we don't know our lines with a week and a half until opening night...and she insists we run all the scenes in chronological order, when the ending scene NEEDS to be worked on while we're fresh and alert, not tired and giggle, damnit. Maybe then we won't be screwing it up.

~Reebie wandered off at 09:28 p.m. on Monday, November 4, 2002~

Do As Infinity - Tookumade

This is SO bloody unfair.

My mother's been convinced my brother's gay for the past three years. For the past three years, at least once a month she would ask me to have kids. (What, does she think I'm going to run around, have unprotected sex, and drop out of school to have the baby she wants me to have?)

But she's not ONCE asked my brother about kids. Or brought up girls around him. (She's asked me about E. freakin' T. AND Junpei-kun.)

This is such a double-standard. Just because I'm the designated normal one in the family DOESN'T mean I should start sleeping around! Damn it! I'm going to start insinuating I'm a lesbian if it gets Mom off my back!

Well, now that I've outed Joel back into the land of het... ::sighs:: My brother wants to bring a friend of his home for Thanksgiving. A male friend. Whom he wants to set up with me.

As Eva-san articulated so clearly, my brother's going to be pushing him towards me, my mother's going to be testing them to find out if they're gay, and my dad's going to be trying to ignore it all. Oh, what fun.

ARGGH! -________________-;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

~Reebie wandered off at 05:02 p.m. on Sunday, November 3, 2002~

Chikyuu Shoujo Arjuna - Didn't It Rain

While my parents went out, I listened to some of Yoko Kanno's more ethereal pieces. For a while, I was afraid that the music would carry me away, that I would be lost forever. It frightened me.

Then my parentsd came home, and I was subjected to bleating gossip about people whom I no longer know and about things which have never interested me at all. A friend started bitching to me about a mutual friend. And I thought, "that's exactly right, the music should carry me away from here."

I find happiness with other people. I've always known that about myself. But I find peace within myself. I've always known that, too.

~Reebie wandered off at 07:55 p.m. on Saturday, November 2, 2002~

Sakamoto Maaya - Active Heart

Saa, I have almost my entire Death costume ready. I say almost, because Fuu-chan has nearly all of my makeup, just like how I have her hairdye.

It's basically all black -- not too different from how I normally dress, actually, except for the boots, the more-than-slightly-more-than-normal revealing top (considering I normally go with Hot Topic t-shirts, where the only reason to stare at my cleavage would be to see what the shirt says today) and the 3/4 length leather jacket. Which I am very pleased with, and will wear. ^_^

There's only one part of my ensemble that -isn't- black. I mean, it's an important part (and no one would think of -not- wearing it), but it's not necessarily a visible one, so I guess I can get away with it. Still, I'm a little upset I couldn't find it in black...I should've bought some while I was at K-mart, I know, but a girl like me, who knows when I'll need a black pair of -those-...

But really, who cares about what color Death's pair of socks is?

Fuu-chaaaan, get home, I gotta get you your hair dye!

~Reebie wandered off at 08:35 p.m. on Wednesday, October 30, 2002~

Sakamoto Maaya - Sono mama de iin da

::rubs eyes wearily:: It's Tuesday. Right? Ugh.

My drama competition on Saturday went pretty well, I guess. No, I didn't make finals -- but I did make first place in the second round for both Improv Monologue and Improv Pairs. (That judge LOVED me. ^^ She even wrote I should make acting my career...^___^) I'd like to think that if I'd had a different monologue, or maybe just a different judge for the first monologue, I might have made finals...but you know, it's luck of the draw, and it's not my fault the judge didn't like my interpretation. He's a meanie. ^^

(for that improv mono, my prompt was: "Movie Review: The Unseen." That was IT. Since the last movie I saw was Mr. Deeds, and the last one before that was probably Spiderman, I don't consider myself an expert on movies, actors and actresses, or film in general. So what I actually did was talk on the phone and describe what happened in the movie theater. It was creative, damnit.)

Saa, that competition's over. BUT, the next NJDL competition is coming up on November 23rd, which is where it gets really interesting. See, the fall play is the 14th-17th. NJDL practices normally get serious two weeks before the competiton. Two weeks before the competition, three-fourths of the drama club is going to be in dress rehearsals...

And geez, no rest for the weary, right? I've been saying "After Oct. 26th, my life suddenly calms down..." I just got November's schedule. The five-day weekend I've been counting on has been abruptly cut to a three-day weekend. (I have to be at school at -7- one day for a dress rehearsal. I'm not COHERENT that early.) And after the play's over, NJDL again...and after that, Thanksgiving and then in December there starts up the school musical...!

At least school's easy enough. I do better in school, I think, when I'm involved in drama. (Maybe it's the extra stress, maybe it's simply because I'm -at- school more often...the only marking period I managed straight A's last year was the marking period of the school musical, when I never home before 6 and often not before 9...) I'm certainly acing everything except for maybe the maths. I think I have an A average in Pre-Cal, but that really depends on how I did on this quiz today, and in Stat I'm clinging to it by a thread. A thin thread. I understand approximately half of what we're doing in Stat, but I'm not sure what I don't understand...

Daijoubu, dear readers. I'm just overly preoccupied today because the End of the Marking Period is in sight and every single teacher has assigned tests/projects (FUCK, I NEED TO DO MY LATIN PROJECT!) due in the next week. I have two tests Friday, one test next Tuesday, one project due Thursday, and an essay due...Monday. Yes. Right. I also didn't have a full study-hall today, and in the twenty minutes I -did- have, the guy next to me smelt way too strongly of smoke/pot...it hurt to breathe. ^^

~Reebie wandered off at 06:02 p.m. on Tuesday, October 29, 2002~

Hamasaki Ayumi - Dearest

Which Member of the Endless Are You?

^_^ I think Delight might have been my second choice, though. The whole "shiny!" reflex...

NJDL competition tomorrow. Am I ready? As long as I remember notecards (crap, I need to get some!), a pencil, and to breathe, damnit, breathe.

~Reebie wandered off at 08:27 p.m. on Friday, October 25, 2002~

Tange Sakura - Silent Song

At improv practice today, I realized something very important. I feel extremely calculating mentioning this, but it's the truth:

If you have no shame and can connect your monologue or speech to something clearly emotional, people cannot think of bad things to say to you. They will feel bad about insulting the poor little girl. They will be kind and possibly give pity points, because they are basically good, decent people at heart and they don't want to upset the girl who is clearly on edge and you know, she wasn't -that- bad...

Either I'm a much better actress than I thought I was, or the only times I know myself are when I'm submerged in a character.

~Reebie wandered off at 05:44 p.m. on Thursday, October 24, 2002~

Digimon Tamers - Itsuka no Iro
I have an expander in my mouth. Which is a huge metal thing meant to widen my upper jaw. And it hurts like hell. And I can't fucking talk right because there's this huge metal thing in my mouth meant to widen my upper jaw. And it hurts like hell.

The vowels go wrong or something. I'm not sure. If I think about it, I can talk mostly normally, except for the jabbing pains in my mouth where the metal bites into my mouth and cheeks and jaws. But the ending syllables get kinda cut off, and my vowels come out wrong, and if I talk too fast -- if I talk at normal conversation speed -- then everything gets garbled. And there's too much spit in my mouth, there's so much fucking saliva, and it HURTS to SWALLOW because the roof of my mouth is all sore because food keeps getting stuck up there and you have to swallow to get it all out and my throat hurts a lot and the muscles are getting really tight and they hurt and I think I'm going to cry.

I won't cry.

Instead, I'm going to try to rip out this metal with my bare hands. And if I rip out half of my jaw with it, so be it.

~Reebie wandered off at 08:59 p.m. on Tuesday, October 22, 2002~

.hack//sign - Sit Beside Me

You are 62% geek

You are a geek. Good for you! Considering the endless complexity of the universe, as well as whatever discipline you happen to be most interested in, you'll never be bored as long as you have a good book store, a net connection, and thousands of dollars worth of expensive equipment. Assuming you're a technical geek, you'll be able to afford it, too. If you're not a technical geek, you're geek enough to mate with a technical geek and thereby get the needed dough. Dating tip: Don't date a geek of the same persuasion as you. You'll constantly try to out-geek the other.

Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com

sadly enough, that's incredibly accurate. (and girls, picking up guys at the bookstore is the best. Seriously. You have such great opening lines..."that's my favorite author!" "I have to read this for school." "Did I say favorite? I meant, out of what I had to read for school...where do -you- go to school?")

~Reebie wandered off at 01:17 p.m. on Sunday, October 20, 2002~

See-Saw - Tasogare no Umi

Yesterday, my friend Junpei-kun poked me during study hall (our main method of communication) and asked if I want to act in comedic pairs with him for the competition coming up.

I shrugged. "Sure."

"You'll have to be Virgin Mary, but with an attitude," he warned me.

"This is a role I was born to play."

thus, this.

You know, when you ask people for Three Things the Virgin Mary Would Never Do Without Being Too Obscene, people just start staring...

~Reebie wandered off at 05:46 p.m. on Friday, October 18, 2002~

Dave Matthews Band - Where Are You Going

warning: pretentious babble ahead.

this happened in the town I work in, right across the street from my friend's dad's store.

What frightens me most are the rumors my co-worker and I heard today. We heard insane things -- twelve people dead, an elderly woman sent spinning into the window, that it was a senseless act of road rage. We cursed that poor woman without knowing the truth.

In school, whenever there's a fight, all anyone asks is "did you see it? Were you there?" for the rest of the day. To them, it's a show. They don't care what drives people to fight, they just care that people fought, that it was a good show, that it was over too quickly.

And the weak little grub we so boldly call "truth" -- what's its place in any of this? It's not sensational. It's not shocking. It's not good enough, it doesn't move fast enough, so we go for the shiny, pretty lie. And if we believe the lies -- at least they're something which can excite us, instead of the more prosaic truth.

People are injured? Most of it superficial? Something went wrong with the car? That can't be the truth. That's not exciting enough. Let's dress it up, paint its face, make it something we can't recognize -- then show it to someone else.

~Reebie wandered off at 10:51 p.m. on Saturday, October 12, 2002~

Wada Kouji - Innocent~Mujaki na mama de~

I get to SLEEP IN tomorrow. (Watch, I'll probably wake up before 8.) And I don't have play practice tomorrow, either...^______^

I'm working Lip Sync tonight again, boo. I don't know how many people are going to be there. I mean, it's the Thursday night of a four-day weekend. Who would willingly go back to school? Who isn't, like me, a total geek? And hey, my participation begins and ends with the free leftovers you get for working concessions. Mmm...

Last night was packed. Apparently it's one of the traditions of the school to be part of the great and glorious Lip Sync. How'd I miss out on that? Very easily, I suppose. (Homecoming is Friday, I think. Well, some Friday, anyway.)

The only song I recognized by the title in the program was "Bohemian Rhapsody." Oh, no, there was also "Ain't No Mountain High Enough." I know I'm really out of touch with pop culture, but honestly, people: do I WANT to be in touch with it?

Afterwards, I caught up with Kris and LeaBee and we walked to the park, hung out on the kiddy playground, and sang some pop songs. ^^ I made the mistake of telling Kris that for next year's Lip Sync, they should do 'Lady Marmalade.' If I get roped into performing in that...I don't think I'd ever be able to show my face again.

"Gitchy gitchy ya ya, heya..."

We made plans to go to the mall Friday, and possibly a sleepover. I want to go to the mall, damnit, it's been over a month and I want to spend money. Besides, I haven't really hung out with Kris and LeaBee since...um...the last time we went to the mall. Er. ^^ I think I abuse my friends' willingness to shop...I want to go to Borders this time, so suck it up, chicas, and prepare to spend time looking at magazines. ^^

I gotta get ready. Let's see if tonight is as intellectually stimulating as the last...

~Reebie wandered off at 05:30 p.m. on Thursday, October 10, 2002~

Lost Universe - You're Mine

Even though we only met when we were 12, Fuu-chan and I had very similar childhoods. We both watched the same TV shows, listened to the same radio stations, had the same person as our friend, and read the same books.

Well, until now.

My half-Italian/half-Irish/blonde friend had "strega nona" as her away message. Being an Eastern-European mutt, I asked "what's that mean?"

Fuu-chan was shocked. "You never read that book when you were little? about the Italian woman and her pasta?"

Stung, I shot back, "have YOU ever read about Mrs. Moscowitz's candlesticks?"

Ahh, culture-clash...

My co-worker Katie and I divvied up the music yesterday. I got to listen to my CDs until 4, but at 4 the Eagles game was the station of choice.

Regarding football as a fate worse than death, but having memorized the CDs I'd brought, I started flipping through Katie's CD collection. Most of it being country-western-gospel (with a Christina Aguilera CD mixed in, something I won't let her forget), I was in despair until I found...the prize.

A Veggietales CD.

Wow, that stuff is addictive. ^_^; However, it reminded me so much of a record I would play when I was little called "The Simchah (Happiness) Machine." It was about this big green machine which would go around singing songs for all the holidays and making all the Jewish kids happy and confusing the hell out of all the goyim.

(Actually, I listened to it one day last year...yes, they're slightly -- actually, rather overtly -- against goyim, but the singers were surprisingly good. ^_^)

And only my friend Lauren remembers the radio. What a pity. They should be classics.

::walks off, singing:: "Iii'm the Simchah machine I'm a-loose in the city and no one can stop me my songs are too iddy! So I'd like to sing you a nice Yom Tov diddy so come follow me I'm the Simchah Machine!"

~Reebie wandered off at 10:20 p.m. on Monday, October 7, 2002~