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September 21st, 2006

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Lately I get the urge to stand up and say, "This is mother-fucking retarded." And leave.

I'm not really angry about anything, but I think it'd feel fantastic.

Also, I think I want to go visit my grandfather before he dies. Maybe for a couple of weeks. I don't want to have to buy plane tickets, though. Hmm.

Beck is an amazing show. Squee Chiba.

August 31st, 2006

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So, I took NyQuil last night to get me to sleep earlier.

All it did was give me creepy dreams and a stomacheache.

August 28th, 2006

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So, perhaps I made a Kangashark icon.

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And it, perhaps, sucks.

But I made it, nonetheless.

I might've forgotten to mention it ten hours earlier, but I have stumbled upon godly greatness.

ShakespeaRe: Told on the BBC.

They retell Shakespeare's plays in modern settings for a two hour movie... I started watching them a little over a month ago, when they aired "Much Ado About Nothing".

Oddly enough, they pinned it. Exactly. wtf How rare is that. The play was exactly what it was supposed to be, the only differences being that Hero gets a concussion from being thrown against a wall, rather than dying of a broken heart/spirit. Oh yes. Her name is still Hero.

Fabulous.

The week after that, they made MacBeth. And once again, from what I remember of the play, fsking NAILED it. Why can't American film makers do something unbelievably awesome like this? MacBeth sees his dead father-figure at a meeting, and throws a bloody plate at him. It was like sweet sweet love on a screen.

The next glorious undertaking: A Midsummer Night's Dream. I actually don't particularly like this play so much as it's okay and fun with fairies. The whole, "Now you love THIS girl! SWITCH" reminds me waaay too much of crappy improv games. This show did hit the nail on the head, though... and it was entertaining enough to watch through, with Puck, whom I've always imagined quite energetic and mischeivous, now portrayed as a drug-dealing yet insightful mellowed fairy. With a goatee.

My most favorite, favorite play by Shakespeare (of those I have read/seen) is The Taming of the Shrew. It is like a plastic lunchbox with a thermos of AMBROSIA. And the remake makes me giggle in ways I cannot control. For instance: "Kate:(hissing and angry)'What-do-you-want?' Petruchio:(calm and happy) 'For you to have all my babies.'" Or perhaps, when they're in their room on their honeymoon: "Kate:'If you -touch- me I'll scream.' Petruchio:'Oooh! Promise?(rips off pants)'"

So. Yes. They got that play pretty accurate.

In conclusion: IEE I LOVE THIS SHOW IT IS LIKE SO GOOD. I REALLY REALLY WANT TAMING OF THE SHREW ON DVD OH GOD FANTASTIC.

And like. I don't know if it's on anymore. They're showing some lame crap now instead. I must check and see if they're going to reshow it anytime soon. I must.

PostScript My mood is not stressed. I just have a fecking GREAT stress mood icon.
Hey, so I finally messed around with my journal layout and made what might very well be called a 'theme'. I don't really know why I made it all 10th Kingdom-y, BUT NEVERMIND THAT. Speaking of which, I've actually also started to make a 10th Kingdom mood theme.

OH HO YES HAHAHA PAINFUL.

Time to buy a ten dollar DVD and invest in screenshots.

Also, since I seem to have incredible amounts of free time on my hands lately...

I'm going to write rantesque things on things. Mostly related to video games or weirdly awfulness.

First list:

The Legend of Zelda: The cartoon show
Earthbound
Dizzy the Adventurer (wtf childhood.)
Velvet Goldmine (quite possibly not going to write about this at all. But I love it so.)
Old-school point'n'clickers, or 'How Sierra is stupid mangy voice-acting whore' (another wtf childhood.)
Maniac Mansion
Chrono Trigger
The Super Mario Brothers Super Show
Final Fantasy, Almost Twenty.
Bible Adventures (The Video Game counterpart with HILARIOUS consequences.)
My Girl

This is my beginning list. I swear, EVERYTHING will be completely devoid of fangirl. Exceptions may occur in Earthbound and Velvet Goldmine.

I surely shall be going crazy with screenshots. Expect plenty in EVERYTHING. Except maybe in point'n'clickers. (Which will focus on King's Quest and Laura Bow, the ones that destroyed my childhood.)

Tell me if you've ever played/watched/whatever any of these things before~ (Except Final Fantasy) Or, tell me if you think this is a lame and retarded waste of time~.

August 18th, 2006

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You suck and that's sad.
You know who you are.

My life has been really, really busy lately. I've got forms to fill out, applications to write, and about... hundred-and-twenty pages of homework to do over the weekend.

I'm pissed at someone.

I caught up with an old friend just now, and she's been like, totally cool. She's obsessed with ranking, still, but I enjoy her enthusiasm about everything. She invited me to some club meeting and shopping, so huzzah for mid-week plans. I need to get Battle Royale back from her.

Link just drooled on my foot. Friggin' tank-animal. Tank. I'd prolly've named him that, if it had been my decision.

I've been playing Maple Story a lot, so's, if you see Cigarillony in the Broa server, come say Haldo. I kind of joined a guild. Don't ask me why. I was blinded by promises of glory.

Pissy-piss-pissing.

I'm getting a DSL line soon. Tomorrow. GOODBYE DIAL UP.

Kyra has been totally cool and supportive. :D Thanks for listening to my emo-angsty teenage-shit-drama problems.

I want to draw and write more. I should probably scan in my sketchbook. (Haven't done so in months.)

Fuck this game! *flips over table.*

I've really wanted to do that. It seems like it would be fun-- just scream 'fuck this game!' and flip up a plate or a table, or something...

August 15th, 2006

Well, after having such a huge breakdown as to ensure that my grades in all of my classes will BOMB significantly...

I go to my doctor, to ask advice for what I can do with my stress issues. I figure, hey, it's gotten so bad that it affects my body-- I don't sleep well, or then it switches and I sleep for fifteen hours a day (and still feel tired, mind)... and it made my period come about... four days earlier than it normally does. Not to mention the headaches and nausea pains, on and off, for hours at a time.

Those are ailments of stress, serious stress-- chronic stress.

So I go see my doctor. With my mum in tow, and my doctor starts off by asking me, "Oh 'chronic' stress? What problems could a sixteen year old have that could POSSIBLY cause chronic stress?" So I tell her a few of my problems, not going into depth on why they're so especially aggravating to me, and my physical ailments.

She ignores my physical ailments and just rips into me for having problems. "These are situational problems. You don't have any time alone to do your work? You can't do work in your room because you don't have internet in there? SWITCH ROOMS WITH YOUR BROTHER. SOLVED. Your brother's sick? He could have pneumonia again? He has a history of it, and nearly died the last time he had it? YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. PROBLEM SOLVED. You don't like living in the town you live in? YOU HAVE TO LIKE IT. PROBLEM SOLVED. Your grandfather's dying, you can't see him, and he thinks you're seriously ill because of whatever lying your relatives did? YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. PROBLEM SOLVED."

Yes, those were her solutions. Except she doesn't understand that REAL LIFE DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY. You can't just say "Hey! I'm gonna switch rooms with my brother, despite whatever his opinion might be, despite the obvious obstacles, e.g. time, furniture, no one to help..." Or the fact that she just tells me that I HAVE to like the town I live in. I can't just deal with it, like I have been. Of course, logic steps in again. I've never heard of anyone making themselves like something.

And whenever I said "You know, you can't just DO that." or "It doesn't work that way." she started speaking to my mother as though I wasn't in the room. "She's so negative. That's why she has these problems, it's because she's negative. Everything is 'no' she won't go anywhere. These are situational problems, you can fix those. She's only sixteen, she doesn't know anything about real life. Real life is about compromise." Which my mother just nodded about.

Oh yes, some of my problems ARE situational. And wow, I don't compromise-- I submit. That's all I CAN do, not because 'I'm only sixteen, I don't know anything about life', but because 'I'm only sixteen, I have no pull or say about the things in my life. Other people run it for me.'

So I stop talking to her. What's the point, y'know? If she's not going to treat me like I'm a person, why should I open myself up, for her to villainize me. Which is what she did, right. Just 'It's YOUR fault you have problems. YOUR the one who can't solve them because it's all YOUR fault.'

Yes, whoohoo, lovely. Like I don't get that enough at home. So, pretty much, no one's on my side in this.

So, when I get home, all my father has to say is, "It's your hormones. IT'S ALL YOUR HORMONES. YOU COULDN'T POSSIBLY HAVE A PROBLEM BECAUSE SOMETHING ACTUALLY BOTHERS YOU, IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A FUCKING WOMAN."

Which doesn't really help either.

What can I do? I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE. NO ONE I ASK WILL HELP ME.

God, I'm tired of turning my journal into an emo-angst fest.

August 10th, 2006

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I feel, perhaps, the worst I have in a long time.

I've been under a lot of stress, lately. Which is like, an inch in a flood of three feet. But still, I suppose-- My grandfather's on his deathbed, I might move away to some town in far northern California. Near Oakland, I understand. My classes are coming to a head and I can't keep up with the work (not that the work is hard, but...).

I don't know. I think I might be able to handle this if I didn't feel so alone all the time.

I just don't know what to do anymore. This house makes me feel like giving up. Does that justify it?

August 1st, 2006

A Little-Life update.

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I am wearing green panties today.

I have two essays due by the end of the week.

I think I bombed my Philos midterm, because of two questions on the SAME thing-- the only thing I didn't study for.

I just ate enough comfort-sushi to KILL lesser creatures.

Over and out. Salut.

July 24th, 2006

Boo.

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Argh. English is cancelled today. Which, y'know, I would be SUPER STOKED about, except I still have to wait for my Philosophy class, so now, instead of having a nice two-hour lunch break, I have an ungodly four-hour one.

AND I WENT INTO THE BOYS BATHROOM AGAIN TODAY. On accident. I went into the library restrooms after a short nap, and walked into it, thinking, "... Oh, blue paint. That's unusual-- WAIT. GIRLS CANT USE URINALS. IT'S HAPPENED AGAIN."

I AM SO RETARDED.

July 23rd, 2006

I SCREWED UP MY LAYOUT.

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SO FIX IT ROBIN. D:!!!

I'm lost.

OH HEY I FINALLY MADE THE BACKGROUND FOR MY LJ.

Which is why I decided to see what I could do, messing around with the options.

Anyway, PICTURE.
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... This is actually way bigger. :/

VELVET GOLDMINE IS ON THE TELEVISION. OH GOD I LOVE THIS MOVIE.

HAVE MY BABIES, MOVIE.
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