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Let's get together! Our Dream!
'cause today WAS my lemming day...
BGM: Sakamoto Maaya - Go For It!
'cause K-chan got me interested:
Damnit!
I told you, K-chan -- I would be sweet and innocent, if "cynical asshole" wasn't generally an option. ^^
ho-hum.
thaaaat's me! ^___^
Oh, and Eva-san, the Winamp plugin did work once I reset the computer. And damn, it's insanely amusing to listen to Yamato sound like the Chipmunks. ^_^
~Reebie wandered off at 11:04 p.m. on Saturday, August 31, 2002~
BGM: Horie Yui - tsuki no kikyuu
I'm going to be a lemming today! ^___^
Five Items I Have Brand Loyalty To:
1. The brand of soy milk I buy ('cause it tastes good)
2. Payless shoe stores. (I never go anywhere -else- for shoes..)
3. ...I have no earthly idea...^^
4. I don't know...
5. I just buy whatever's cheap...
Five Snacks I Enjoy:
1. Ramen noodles, oriental flavor. ^___^
2. smmothies. Specifically orange-mango.
3. Sunchips!
4. Kiwi. ^__^
5. blackberries - summer/ clementines - winter. ^_^
Five Things I Would Buy With $1000:
1. the rest of the Sandman series. ^^
2. My own computer.
3. A new CD player.
4. more anime/manga
5. I'd probably save it for my college education. ^^;;
Five Turn-Ons:
1. Humor. That's really good. ^_^
2. Being creative, artistic, etc. ^_^
3. Kindness. ^_^;;
4. being a reader...^^ any guy who would want to be with me has to be capable of living inside a library. ^_^ It would be really nice if our tastes collided on books, too. ^^
5. simply being there. ^^
Five Turn-Offs:
1. Closed-mindedness.
2. Casual cruelty.
3. Constant profanity (as in, every other word is the f-word.)
4. Being snobbish or egotistical. Too much self-confidence.
5. On the flip side, having no self-confidence.
Five Locations I'd Like to Run Away To (IE visit):
1. Israel. Honestly, that could fill all top five on its own. ^^
2. Japan
3. California -- SoCal, baby!
4. England
5. anywhere away from here. -_-
Five Bad Habits I Have:
1. I assume too much responsibility, then get mad at myself when there's a screw-up.
2. I get really dominating in projects. I tend to order people around and I like to be in charge, even when I'm not a leader. ^^
3. I still chew my nails. ^^
4. A slight (^^) tendancy towards self-centeredness.
5. I whiiiiiine. ^^
Five Good Habits I Have:
1. I'm a cheerful little brat. ^^
2. I can snap myself out of bad moods.
3. I can make people laugh. ^_^
4. I have an overabundance of empathy.
5. I try to help out people whenever I can.
Five Things I Would Never Wear:
1. Anything especially tight.
2. Anything which reveals enough of my body to become a public eyesore. ^^;
3. A short skirt. Ugh! How do people move in them?
4. obvious makeup when not on stage. ^^
5. A tattoo or any piercings not on my ear.
Five Anime/Manga I like:
1. Card Captor Sakura
2. Digimon. ^^
3. Love Hina
4. Martian Sucessor Nadesico
5. Magic Knight Rayearth
(and 'cause I still have time to fill...)
Five J-POP singers/seiyuu I listen to:
1. Sakamoto Maaya
2. Shiina Hekiru
3. Horie Yui
4. Tange Sakura
5. Do As Infinity
(of course, in English music, I have about one CD by a female artist...^^)
~Reebie wandered off at 08:44 a.m. on Saturday, August 31, 2002~
BGM: Magic Knight Rayearth - Tsumi
My mom just came in and made a particularly fatuous statement about how she's glad "we did so much last year, I want to equal it this year!"
I just gave her a look and explained patiently about my course load.
"I was really talking about Daddy and I." (I resisted the urge to correct her grammar.)
"Then don't say such things to -me-."
Pause. Pause.
"You're really taking all those classes?"
"Yeah." I didn't really have a choice -- I didn't want to take Physics, so I had to take AP Biology. And I wanted to take Statistics at some point, so now was a good time. My other classes were just continuations of the classes I was already taking.
"When are you going to have fun?"
"::quick calculation:: Saturdays. Well, mostly."
"I didn't know...I didn't know you were taking -all- those classes." It's only what I've been talking about nonstop for the past month. If I didn't tell you, it's because the only interest you've taken in my education for the past few years has been either to brag about me to your friends and relatives or to threaten to send me back to Trocki if I don't do well enough.
"I am."
"Are your peers taking the same amount of classes as you?"
What a ridiculous question. It doesn't deserve the patient answer I gave. I'm not taking classes because my friends are taking the same classes -- I made my choices independently, and only learned afterwards what my friends and classmates took.
"I just wondered."
And as I started feeling sorry for her with this entry, she came in and starting to harrangue me about how I shouldn't do my homework, I should instead clean for a half-hour. Because, after all, my work isn't real, I'm just a little doll made in her image, a little model daughter.
Except when I refuse to bend the way she wants me to.
Whose image am I made in? What am I living and dying for?
we lords, we fools, we tools of the gods...
I have to go. Homework.
God, Ogata Megumi sounds pretty when she sings in her upper range...
~Reebie wandered off at 09:32 a.m. on Thursday, August 29, 2002~
BGM: .hack//sign - obsession
And now, for your amusement, I'm going to recreate the exact moment and mood when I wake up:
::alarm starts that DAMN annoying shrill beep::
::Rb rolls over:: Ghh...::blindly flails for the 'snooze' button -- with the ease of long practice, she gets it on the third or fourth flail:: ::in a voice that belongs to a smoker of forty years:: f've mor' min'tes...::rolls back over, falls back asleep::
::repeat at least once, probably twice, and on really bad days, five or six times::
What's worst are the days I actually hit the alarm's on/off button instead of 'snooze' (which, instead of being five minutes, is actually nine minutes of blessed respite) and go back to sleep. It requires a pile driver to wake me up those days. -_-
~Reebie wandered off at 08:25 a.m. on Thursday, August 29, 2002~
BGM: Kasahara Hiroko - Juunen
Ugh. I'm a little blah right now...very blah, actually. I've been working seven or eight hours for the past six days...I seriously think I know it better than my house at this point.
Working that much is always a little scary. I get so absorbed in my work...it would be really, really easy for me to become a workaholic, not because I love working necessarily...but because I just wouldn't stop. ^^
I'm also a bit logy because I've started getting up earlier...I'm trying to train myself for school, but it's haaaard. I don't want to know when the sun comes up. -_-
(although I'm starting to get addicted to early morning showers, as opposed to night showers...I was a night-showers kind of girl because it meant all I had to do in the morning was throw on clothes and RUN. Now I'm going to have to get up even earlier, sigh.)
So every day I'm getting up ten to fifteen minutes earlier. Tomorrow I'm going to try to get up before eight. Not fun. -_-
Actually, I talk down to my older brother. I seriously do. We both think that I'm the older sister and he's the younger brother. Why he's in college and I'm only in high school is a mystery to us both.
(and yes, Focus is so -our- Takeru. "We were always protected, but now the one I want to protect is..." And Hikari's is all abstract -- yes!)
Ganbatte! ^_- And don't worry, hair grows FAST. My brother shaved his head one summer and he had to reshave it every week...luckily he stopped, 'cause that got disgusting. -_- If you want a better example: I cut my hair this month to about shoulder-length, and no one can tell the difference. -_-;;p>
Mippa-sempai! This is really belated, but I finally got around to reading the story you told me to. It's BRILLIANT! I LOVE it! ^____^ Remind us what we're writing for, huh...
Bad anime songs, hm? Hmm. I can probably match that list from my (embarrassingly extensive) Digimon collection, but I'll do that some other time. ^^
I'm so, so sorry I haven't had time to hang out...I really want to, but my schedule's so packed. The only days I'm not working are Thursday and Saturday...Thursday I have to do catch-up on all of my homework, Saturday I need to go school-shopping. -_- I think I'm totally booked up until the end of the second week of school. Isn't that pathetic? ^^
~Reebie wandered off at 07:57 p.m. on Wednesday, August 28, 2002~
BGM: Digimon - Du bist mein Digimon
My tooth just fell out. ^^ For those who are worried, yes, it was a baby tooth, and no, I don't know why I still had it.
I'm seeing a dentist soon, I really hope. ^^
Oooh, it's thundering. This makes me very, very happy. It rained this morning, but only for a bit. ^_^
I got a bunch of books today. ^^ "Einstein's Dreams" for Dad and an anthology of Jewish poets for my mom. Well, I say they were for my parents, but I wanted both. ^_^
Also, Nan told Sam to put dots on a few volumes of "The Chronicles of Prydain". Sam gave them 90% dots. (Dots = WAY discounted bargain books.) When I saw that, I freaked out and bought them. $1.70 for three books -- in really nice editions, too -- including tax -- is freaking amazing. ^_^
Einstein's Dreams is so inspiring, and so frightening. I was about to babble pretentiously in this entry about the nature of Time, but my common sense prevailed. ^^ The poetry book seems fairly mixed -- some great poems, some baaaad ones.
My only realy disappointment in books lately is Shadow Puppets, which is majorly sucking ass. Card, never, ever, ever try to write adolescents. You don't understand them at ALL.
(and how old is Bean? 12? 13? Petra must be going on 16, if that much.)
Anyway, enough about the fun stuff. I have less than two weeks until school starts. I have approximately 13 journal entries to write, four chapters of Biology to finish, and an essay. Or maybe two. And I'm working every day but three or four.
::Reebie needs to start prodding buttock:: Saa, if I -don't- come out with a column, or if ficcing is delayed -- this is why. Capiche?
Which Digi-Gal Are You?
Test By ~*melody-chan*~.
I'm not surprised one bit. ^^
~Reebie wandered off at 09:43 p.m. on Saturday, August 24, 2002~
BGM: Shiina Hekiru - Precious Things
Ah, back. ^_^ I've been bad at keeping this updated with my life. ^^
What I've been doing lately is college visiting. Yes. It's odd. My brother warned me that my dad -really- likes to go college visiting, so I told my dad I wanted to go see colleges..."Dad, I want to go see colleges I probably won't apply for in towns I'm not really interested in!"
So, on Thursday I went to see NYU and Columbia with Kyky-chan and her boyfriend whom I need to think up a nickname for since "Christmas-kun" is really, really dumb. We took the wrong subway (actually, we took the wrong subway TWICE), and ended up in the middle of Harlem.
It was really boring there. And hot. Very, very hot. ^^
NYU is just very New York-ish. Columbia's nice...I didn't see much of it, but it was very grand. ^^
So Sunday, Dad and I drove up to Boston...we hit major traffic jams, so we actually didn't -get- to Boston until, like, 11 PM... (Actually, we never got into Boston proper, although we did ride the T. We stayed at my aunt and uncle's house in a suburb of Boston, and only managed to visit schools in surrounding suburbs.)
Monday we visited Boston College (and we had the 'rabid' tour guide, who would've been much cooler if he hadn't been possessed with school spirit...he kinda scared me off. ^^) and rode through Boston University...neither school really impressed me, to be honest (although BC made a good tuna wrap), but I was very spoiled by the afternoon, when we visited Harvard...wow. *_* It's so pretty and nice and sparkly there. I mean, Dad and I were planning to visit Harvard just for tourist-value, but...
::Reebie has, in her typical pathetic manner, fallen in love with the one college in the country she doesn't have a chance in hell of getting in::
anyway. ^^ Two colleges a day is basically my limit. I went back to my aunt'n'uncle's house, where two of my cousins had just come back from camp...we got to hang out, which was nice. ^^ My cousin had rented Crossroads and The New Guy...So now I've seen Crossroads twice. It's really a shame that Britney sang in the movie. It would've been much higher quality if she just lip-sang to someone with a good voice. ^^
Then this morning, we checked out Brandeis but left before the tour. We started driving home, but Dad made a detour in Springfield to see a friend of his...we got home around 10-ish.
I got my schedule today...yay, I got into Stat! And I'm going to have the nice-cool-smokes-pine-needles-teacher! ^_^ I hope I'll have her, anyway. She had a baby this summer...^_^ But on the bad side, not only did the Latin room change to an entirely different wing, I have 7B lunch for the entire year. -_-
Social bloggage commences now:
You're alive! YES! We must talk. ^_^
what is -with- you and fuckwits? You always seem to be dealing with them...::hugs:: And I'm not normally too hung up over 'the Jewish thing', it just gets to be a problem when your family hints very broadly that it would be -nice- for you to go to Brandeis because you know, it is about 50% Jewish and you'll probably meet LOTS of nice Jewish boys...-_-
(But my dad and I stopped in Lakewood on our way down from Boston and he showed me this really great kosher Chinese restaurant...mmm...the first time I ever ate non-vegetarian Chinese food...it's really worth driving the hour up there just to get the food. ^_^)
Killi-chan, daijoubu! You're going to do GREAT in college. ^_^ And I for one know that my blog is so utterly boring that people only come to it to read my story about tetnus shots. Seriously. -_-;;
I'm still only about 60 percent done. I didn't get a chance to work on it since Sat, and I have a billion tons of homework to do. It's scary. Plus, I made a wrong turn with Koush-ball at one point. The good news is, I know exactly how to straighten him out. ^_^ The bad news is, unless I get really inspired after I finish this entry, he's gonna have to wait.
I do indeed love my nickname...Fish-chan! ^_^ (On more rational thought, you're the second person to give me a -pi nickname. Hmm. Do I look like a Pipii?)
and Tracie-chan...you know I love you, dearest. IM me, message me, call me ANYTIME.
anyone else I skipped...blah, I'll get to you some other time. ^_^ It's good to be home. ^_^
~Reebie wandered off at 12:08 a.m. on Wednesday, August 21, 2002~
Rupert Holmes - Escape (The Pina Colada Song)
I've been writing all day, which is really good. ^_^ It's my first try at writing horny characters, which is sort of a stretch for me, but fun.
But Koush-ball decided to be all bogged down with angst now...::pokes him:: Koush-ball-kun...wake up...^^
Hmm. My life recently? Um. My brother came home for the next two weeks. I went to NYC with a couple of friends Thursday, and I'm going to Boston next week, so I probably won't check in until then.
Hark! Is that a Koush-ball I hear in yonder window? It thus be!
::disappears::
P.S. I Like Sandman. That is all.
~Reebie wandered off at 10:10 p.m. on Saturday, August 17, 2002~
Horie Yui - Squall Crawl
after checking out the stats, I found out that the most common search phrase for this pita is "tetnus."
that really disturbs me. ^^;;;
~Reebie wandered off at 02:45 p.m. on Wednesday, August 14, 2002~
BGM: Shiina Hekiru - Hoshi no Namida wo
I'm a bit bemused by the books which are on summer reading lists.
If you work at a bookstore, you can -tell- what books are on a reading list -- by how the snappish, soccer-moms (who, even in their ugly skanky damnit-older-women-shouldn't-be-showing-skin bathing suits, look like they should be driving minivans) look up and say "oh, do you work here?" (No, I'm only wearing a nametag 'cause otherwise I'd forget my own name.) "Can you tell me if you have...hold on, lemme get my kid. BRIAN! WHAT'S THE NAME OF THE BOOK?"
More often than not, I -can- locate the book -- but only because I spend most of my time in the YA and classics sections. XD
My 'favorite' mother was one who dragged three or four kids, all between the age of ten and fourteen into the store. She told me her oldest daughter had to read two books over the summer from a list. Her husband had recommended Animal Farm, was that good?
(I read Animal Farm when I was seven.) "Um, yeah...there's some symbolism."
"No! What's short?"
She ended up picking the two shortest books on the list -- although not picking the five-page Edgar Allen Poe story because it was "too complicated for her daughter."
Oh, that's bloody great to say in -front- of your kids...^^;;
I am bemused, though, by the books on the list. A couple people have come in with "Summer Sisters"...I had to read that, when my mind was...well, not exactly pure and innocent, but slightly less perverse than the current incarnation. Summer Sisters was really trash -- adult Judy Blume is more boring than YA Judy Blume, even if there is sex.
It does make me wonder, though. There's a trend towards exposing students to works about different cultures -- one of my own summer reading books is about a Chinese-American girl and how she tries to adapt to American life while her parents stay stubbornly Chinese.
It's a good system, I guess, until you run up against something which throws -your- ethnicity in your face. One of my favorite books, for example, is "The Chosen" by Chaim Potok. A lot of people who buy that book, though, are simply reading it for scool.
I'm not nearly as religious as any of the characters in his books...I know that if we read "The Chosen" in class, though, I'd probably get the brunt of the questions. Do Jews really act like that? What does it means when they talk about Talmud? Why, why, why...? Because I'm publicly knowledgable about my religion, I attract the questions.
I'm not just a Jew. I'm Jewish, I'm American, I'm female...but none of those things really dominate me. What's the most important thing about me, I know, is that I am who -I- am.
I'm actually half-afraid to write anything about Judaism, because I know that if I write openly Jewish novels, then people will start thinking of me as "the Jewish writer." That bothers me more than anything else. It's ridiculous to assume that because I'm Jewish, I think a certain way or, even worse, write a certain way. I am the way I am because I am the person I am. Nothing more, nothing less.
Sorry for ranting so incoherently, but this has really been bugging me lately. You all are wonderful. ^_^
~Reebie wandered off at 12:18 a.m. on Tuesday, August 13, 2002~
BGM: Sukamon & Chuumon Shuchou Serifu
I've known for a long time that Kumai Motoko, the voice of Li Syaoran, also did the voice for Sukamon -- or, as I think of him, BigPieceofCrapmon. But I never really associated it.
Today, this short little track came on, and I thought idly, "Syaoran? Did you have a cold -- no! It's SUKAMON!"
somehow, someday, I'll find a way to make this into a crossover. XD
and as for you, with your bleeding brain...Maaya-chan, I promised to get you what you wanted, didn't I? ^___^ I'm going to make sure you get whatever you desire, Maaya-chan...as long as it's exactly what you deserve, Ainiko Maaya.
man, I have too much fun with this. ^^
~Reebie wandered off at 12:59 p.m. on Sunday, August 11, 2002~
BGM: Wada Kouji - Egao
Finally wrote a new fic -- I swear, this pita siphons away all of my writing time. grr. anyway, this is semi-HP/fairy tale. enjoy.
Into the Depths of the Mirror
Once (but not once upon a time, for this is real), there lived a boy, one of the apprentices to the local craftsman. He was a wizard (although he didn't know it, and a dreamer. And, of course, he was in love.
She was lovely, of course -- long flowing hair which shone in the starlight, sparkling eyes vivid with color, a beautiful, perfect smile. And he loved her beyond reason, desired her without limit.
He had many rivals for his love -- all of the town's men loved her, it seemed, especially because the girl herself had no inclination to pick any one of them as her beau. But this boy knew that his love for her was the purest and that he deserved her love more than any other person in the entire world. He decided that he would make her a gift, a gift of such quality and purity that she would love him and choose him.
But what to give her? He had no skill in word or song, nor was any sort of jewelry able to match her beauty. The rarest silks from India were well beyond his pocket-money. Nothing available could suit her, nothing in his grasp would show his love for her.
Unless. He hit upon the idea of carving something for her. After a few false starts, he decided to make her a mirror -- a full-length mirror, one which she could see herself in. He started right away, building the mirror in the back room of his master's store.
Except for the glass, which he couldn't make and had to buy, everything in the mirror was made by his own hand. He worked on it as if possessed -- and people started to fear he was, since he rarely left the workroom, barely ate at all, and slept only when he couldn't push his body any further.
The boy grew thin and pale, but worked on, the long weeks seeming as mere minutes because of his love for her. As with everything created with passion, part of himself became part of the mirror. He'd pushed his dreams and desires and the magic he didn't know he'd grown into the mirror. And the mirror absorbed all of this and became more.
One day, he woke up and saw an inscription on the mirror which he knew he hadn't planned, but were fitting beyond what any earthly words could be.
"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi."
When he looked into the mirror, he could see the girl with him.
He worked on.
---
The day the mirror was completed, he stared into it for a long time, captivated by what he found within. He set the mirror up carefully and then set out to find the girl.
He found her by the river as the sun was setting.
"I have something to show you," he said thickly (for he'd nearly forgotten how to speak in the time that he'd been working).
"Oh?" She laughed, and followed him.
He led her to the corner of the workroom where the mirror was set up.
"It's beautiful," she cooed. "Is it for me?"
"Look into it," he said, without expression (for he'd nearly forgotten how to smile in the time he'd been working), "and tell me what you see."
She stood in front of it. The boy watched her expression -- confused, and then ecstaic.
"It's wonderful!" she breathed. "It's simply amazing!" Her eyes glowed with happiness, and she looked more beautiful than ever (and he'd never forgotten her beauty in the time he'd been working).
"What do you see?" he asked her.
She turned to him. "However did you make this? I see myself, but I'm in such beautiful clothing, of a quality I've never seen before! And I'm wearing beautiful jewelry -- emeralds and rubies and diamonds...oh, this is wonderful! It's just perfect! Thank you!"
For the first time, the boy looked at the object of his desires, noticing not only her beauty, but the hard set of her perfect mouth and the greedy cast to her lovely eyes.
"No."
"No?" She looked surprised.
"It's not...for you."
"But..."
"Leave."
Puzzled, hurt, and extremely upset, the girl left, silently vowing never to speak to him again.
The boy didn't hear her words. He sat down in front of the mirror and looked within.
Even though he'd seen the heart of the girl, even though he knew how foolish and petty she was, even though he knew she was undeserving -- he still saw her when he looked in the mirror.
Her image smiled at him, reached out to him, embraced him, loved him, just as he'd always desired.
---
The next morning, they found his body on the floor, one hand reaching up as if to touch what pleasures were seen within.
They called it demon possession, and mentioned how he'd been wasting away, and gave dark looks at the mirror, blaming it for their comrade's death. Strangely, none of them even attempted to harm the mirror in any way. Of course, none of them attempted to look into the mirror, either.
They found his body. But his soul -- his soul had already been absorbed into the depths of the mirror.
~fin~
~Reebie wandered off at 04:40 p.m. on Tuesday, August 6, 2002~
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