I neglect this thing shamefully.
Blog: Damn right you do, bitch.

So...it's late. And god, am I tired. But I've been thinking on various things...I really do love my friends online. It's true that I don't know everything about them, but that can be said of my offline friends as well. But I think I have connections just as deep to the people on the other side of the screen. For instance, I have a fantastic oneechan and a just-as-amazing oneechan. We share interests, sure, and a sense of humor that's mostly bizarre...and we also just seem to click. It's that indefinable thing where two minds just agree on a very deep level. And I treasure these soul-sisters very much.

Which is also why I'm going to cry lots when I'm away. ;_; Alas.

what would an angel say? 2:27 AM

Thursday, June 27, 2002

A haiku:

The smell of cheese bread
Fills the air; the aroma
Of cheesy goodness.

what would an angel say? 1:25 PM

Sunday, June 16, 2002

Lally lally lally, LJ seems to have imploded.

So, I've graduated from high school. This is a somewhat terrifying thought - I went to the all-night afterparty, and it was chilling realizing that I won't see a lot of the people there ever again. I know I'll see my theater and chorale buddies at Cabaret, and there will be people here over thanksgiving and the like...but I won't be able to see Jared's smiles in the halls, or hear Liz singing next to me in chorale, or banter about theoretical physics with Erik. Sigh.

But I have to fly off now - this weekend's timing is insane, and I have to go shower and then hit a friend's graduation party, then go sing at a recital, then zoom off to /another/ party. Gods.

And as for any other emotional weirdness, I'm keeping it strictly to myself. Yes. Because no one wants to hear me bitch and whine.

what would an angel say? 11:48 AM

Wednesday, June 12, 2002

"The practice of blogging will hit the mainstream this fall with a new course at the University of California at Berkeley. Other schools, including the University of Southern California, will also cover blogging in their journalism classes this fall. Students in the Berkeley class will study blogging as a form of journalism and will create their own blog on the topic of copyright. Paul Grabowicz, the school's new media program director and one of the instructors of the course, said the blog will not simply be a list of links or collection of students' personal feelings, neither of which, he said, is professional journalism. Reaction from long-time bloggers was largely negative, with many characterizing the move as the establishment trying to co-opt the blogging movement." Wired Magazine, 6 June 2002 http://www.wired.com/news/school/0,1383,52992,00.html

what would an angel say? 10:34 AM

Thursday, June 06, 2002

warning: angsty teenage rant ahead. any boredom or feelings of hatred toward the writer are your own fault if you choose to read further.

...anger and pain. and frustration.

tim went to watch a movie at jenn's. I feel angry and possessive and jealous. and I shouldn't, because when he said he'd go to prom with me he also said he wants no relationship beyond just going as friends. and jenn has been flirting with him a hell of a lot lately, and claiming that nothing is going on. well, tonight should prove that either nothing has been going on and they're just closer friends than anyone else in the world, or they're both lying through their teeth and are now dating. the second outcome will probably result in bloodshed on someone's part. metaphorically, at least. I feel like I'm going to throw up. but then, I can stand to lose some weight, and stress-related bulimia...hm, interesting idea.

I'm just glad school's over so if I try I can just see them for the few hours of prom. skip the afterparty, though that would probably crush amy...can't do that to amy, she's my best friend. just...avoid both of them, and spend the summer throwing myself into a job. and avoiding people in general. which doesn't sound so bad, after all.

what would an angel say? 12:21 AM

Friday, May 10, 2002

All right, because Ali told me of Laris's car mishaps on the way to her first con, I'll share some of our experiences.

First off was a BAD choice in cars. I was in Katie's car. An ancient Volvo station wagon, driving stick and a "quirky" car. Katie was the only one who knew how _and_ was at least sort of legal to drive (I can't, Zinj can't, Dong Wan can't drive stick, Jeff can't drive, and Kyle didn't have any practice with the car). So she drove the whole way down _and_ the whole way back. Somewhere around a city up here we ended up driving onto a carpool lane...Katie panicked about getting back onto the highway proper because of signs about a left exit, so we drove over the median to get back to the regular highway. O.o;;; That was interesting. Um, what else...oh, right, freaking out because there was no scale on the maps in our TripTik, so one area around New York looked a lot more confusing than it actually was. I was navigator, by the way, which meant I sat shotgun and had to keep track of directions.

This later proved to be a problem. When we were leaving on Monday morning, we were supposed to follow the other car to a place for breakfast. We were promptly separated and ended up on the highway out of Baltimore. Then, apparently, we missed a turn, which wasn't hard to do considering the umpteen signs, and got onto the wrong branch of a highway...and ended up driving through Philadelphia. Initially, we were supposed to just skim over a tip of Pennsylvania. However, we ended up going straight across the state, got lost again when we stopped, I went into mild hysterics over getting us so very, very lost, and we ended up staying at a motel in New Jersey in the middle of nowhere for the night. I believe this may take the cake of bad road trip experiences among my friends. We did make it home Tuesday, thanks to Katie's mom faxing us directions home. Notes for future: use MapQuest, and have maps for there AND back. O.o;;; Right.

what would an angel say? 10:55 PM

Thursday, May 09, 2002

Arg. Going to rant because no school people see this.

So I asked my friend Tim to the prom. Over AIM, which officially makes me the most pathetic person alive, I think. It just came up - we were discussing corsages and boutonnieres, and I said "want to be my prom date?" And...he said he'd have to think about it. X.x So now it's two days later and I still don't know, and it's making me all angry. Gar. His main reason was that none of the other people in our limo are going as couples...but he didn't want to hurt my feelings. I suppose I'll just bite the bullet and call in a bit, but still...Dammit. I hate putting myself out on the line like this. Death. And doom.

what would an angel say? 8:22 PM