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Sep. 29th, 2005


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My account for some reason has gone crazy and I'm not really sure if it's even going to let me work this. I'm re-adding everyone in my new account spiderstars. Sorry for the inconvenience.

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Music theory has thus compelled me to come up with something to wear for Halloween. I don’t feel like going with the group Rocky Horror thing…but I want to do something recognizable. I’m really leaning towards dressing as Scarlett O’hara from Gone With the Wind because dear goodness I’m a complete slut for beautiful dresses. The downside is I’d have to make said dress.

Strange, but things that used to really bother to the point that I wanted to go home, sob my eyes out, and then plunge myself into a deep depression hardly make me flinch anymore. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not, considering…it feels rather odd, actually. Apathy?

I forget sometimes how much I love orchestra. It’s easy to get caught up in being good and getting first and all that shit, but you know, chamber’s kind of changed that. Being in such a self-sufficient group that it really makes you proud to be a member. Besides, if I said I didn’t enjoy it because it gives me something that I don’t have to share with the rest of my friends it’d be a lie.

Side note: all good musicals have threesomes. All of them that I’ve seen at any rate. Les Miserables has Marius/Cosette/Eponine, Phantom of the Opera has Christine/Erik/Raoul, Cabaret has Sally/Brian/Max, Chicago has…okay, so maybe not all, but threesomes seem to be good plot devices.

I’m going to take note of that. Threesome = good plot device.

Sep. 25th, 2005


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So, the canoe trip ended up being a no-go, as both Kelli and Elaine decided to pass on rowing down a potentially toxic stream in the midst of central Ohio with a group of people who say baby Mozart instead of baby Jesus.

The Corpse Bride was fantastic. The animation was amazing. The music was wonderful. I was shipping the threesome, but no, because it’s a kiddie movie you can’t do things like that. Necrophilia is completely alright, but they can’t take it a step farther and toss in a threesome. Effing social norms.

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This saddens me more than you probably realize. Please, laugh at other people’s emotions as we cheapen the already achingly cheap concept of “love.” Why? Because it’s “realistic.” Please, television is bad enough, don’t infect the internets as well.

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Sep. 23rd, 2005


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…and he lifted his hands and cried out in a deep voice, “let there be light!

Or rather I felt compelled to write a decent LJ entry, because I know you all are hanging on my every profound word. Ah, my razor sharp wit, isn’t it grand?

Good news included: me making the OU statewide honors orchestra, me making third chair in chamber (surprise surprise) and I dropped physics. The first two are rather self-explanatory. The third was because I am blindingly dumb in science, end story.

At the urging of several people, I watched Lost. It made no sense to me, but I need to know what happens next. I also watched CSI. All I have to say on that is: Catherine and Warric? WTF?Collapse )

And, my essay of experience from Research and Exposition, because it amuses me and I’m under the impression that someone cares:

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Sep. 22nd, 2005


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Tagged by tommyrotter

20 Things About Yourself People Might Not Know

1. I used to drink pickle juice straight from the can, out of a straw.
2. Mother told me Satan is supposed to live in the TV. Up until recently I believed her. Thus my shame is doubled.
3. I know I’m smarter than almost everyone around me. I sometimes like to flaunt it, I sometimes don’t. It all really depends on how I’m feeling.
4. I have some sort of masochistic obsession with criticizing myself into extreme depression.
5. I was born out of wedlock, and to this day I have never seen the face of my biological father.
6. Death, unlike everything else, does not bother me at all. I’m completely unaffected by the thought of loosing someone forever, or wishing death upon someone that I know well.
7. I have quite a few habits that you could consider obsessive compulsive.
8. I am selectively jealous; some things bother me, some things don’t.
9. I can’t wait to leave home.
10. It bugs the hell out of me when people are so desperate for acceptance that they have to do everything with someone else.
11. I strive to be as distinct and individual as I can, though through my thoughts and beliefs more so than clothing or music choice.
12. I’m more pragmatic than most people than I know.
13. I don’t believe in anything supernatural. At all.
14. I am a control freak.
15. I don't really mind being an asshole to people occasionally.
16. At times, I wish I could be half as likable as Kelli (tommyrotter) who everyone adores and wants to be friends with, who everyone admires, who’s just amazing. Strangely, I’m not really envious of her, and I don’t want to be her…I just wish, I guess, that people actually liked me more than just “random friend number seventeen.”
17. I have a stuffed dog that I sleep with every night.
18. I do care what some people think. Thankfully, those few people are few and far between.
19. I am honestly surprised when people tell me they like me. It’s not fishing for compliments. I really am totally surprised.
20. I’m strikingly un-American without really intending to be un-American.

Sep. 20th, 2005


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Title: Ripples
Pairing: Doumeki-centric; Doumeki x Watanuki
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Rating: G
Notes: Written late at night when I was very sick. Quite short. Sorry for discrepencies.
Summary: Doumeki knows himself well, probably as well as one can no oneself. He know what he feels, and he knows what he'll do with those feelings if necessary.

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Sep. 18th, 2005


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I laugh in a childish manner at these, probably more than I should. What can I say? For all my profound wit, I find euphemisms for certain sexual organs amusing.

I’ve been called cynical a lot in the past couple days, which kind of odd to me. Am I really a cynic? I’ve never really thought of myself as such, but so many people seem to be insisting upon it.

I’m delving into WoT again, which is certainly an experience. I’ve started doing fan art, so far I’m about halfway done with Mat and moving on to drawing Rand. Perrin may or may not get drawn as I hate him, but I am planning on doing some other more minor characters. Ah, I’m such a dork. I’m thinking about doodling Dune next, and perhaps 1984.

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I now on, on used VHS, The Lion King, Aladdin, Mulan, and Pocahontas. I am thrilled and excited, like the proper loser I am.

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I have no life other than to spend an inordinate amount of time to create a pretty layout for a live journal that most people aren’t going to read anyway. I suppose it’s just to say that I can do it, and to give me something pretty to look at. Anyway, new layout, again, and it’s by far the best I’ve ever done (the best of four, that’s something special). Created to “Dramamine,” by Modest Mouse, I did all the graphics/image mapping/whatever. I had a whole list of thoughts that I’ve been yearning to type out forever, but I’m just to tired to do that at the moment. I’m just happy I’m done with this monster. Now? Sleep.

Sep. 14th, 2005


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Let’s take time out of your education to vote for people that you’ve never heard of in your life for something that you probably give about half a rat turd about. For those of us who aren’t in high school for the social life, but to get our asses in, get our asses educated, and then get our asses out, homecoming is a waste of not only time, but of money in a school system that has to give the arts programs the arts programs the shaft but yet has enough cash to put out a dance that’s used mainly for horny teens to get in each other’s pants, all in the name of tradition.

Ah, tradition. I believe Fiddler on the Roof has something to say about tradition and it wasn’t very pleasant. Tradition for the sake of tradition isn’t always a good thing. The Lottery by Shirley Jackson says this pretty damn well.

Seems rather hypocritical, to give us all this literature that tells us not to stick to mindless tradition, yet the education system clings to mindless tradition as if the world would fall apart with out it.

Ah school, well, Vance’s Research and Expo class is awesome. Vance failed to see the irony in the phrase “those who derive pleasure from small children.” She was later informed that there are words for those who derive pleasure from small children. Today my merry group of random people discovered we suck at outlining essays on why fat people are better than skinny people. Luckily I don't think that's a skill that will come up that often.

Music theory is awesome, Lynn is really good to talk to about music, even though we’re on opposite ends of the music spectrum. His statement on the skiing in Toronto today was this: "Tor-arghna-plft,” which isn’t half as funny when written.

So, auditioning for the honors orchestra tomorrow, auditioning for region orchestra at some unknown date and on some unknown music. The letters are starting to swim before my eyes, so I think I’m done. Next entry I promise not to bitch about homecoming.

Oh, and I’m still pimping the clips of me playing two entries down. Listen, please?

Sep. 12th, 2005


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Title: Look, Don't Touch [part 1]
Author: Myself, Kendra, sic_re_vera
Rating: PG (for mild violence)
Notes: I took liberties with Doumeki and Watanuki’s pasts. I took liberties with the magical laws that rule xxxholic-verse. I took liberties with the perspective I was writing for. I took a lot of liberties in general, but against all odds the finished product pleases me slightly, even if the writing isn’t my best. Oh, and it's supposed to be multiple chapters (I'm guessing probably four)
Summary: If you only look for so long, if you can't touch, then it adoration leads to infatuation, which leads to fanaticism, and as we we all know, fanaticism is very dangerous.

Someone watches from far away, chidish fascination becoming something much more lethal, something Doumeki and Watanuki will find out the hard way.

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