November 2002
by V.E. on November 30th, 2002
filed under evewasframed, personal, quizzes/surveys, school
November 28, 2002:
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I’m actually happy right now, which seems to be more rare than it should be. I think I have depression or something because you know how some people have bad moments? Well, I have good moments. Well, that’s what it feels like, anyway.
November 25, 2002:
My dad gave me a catalogue for computers and told me to pick one out for my Christmas present. I prefer to think of it as a Yule present, but if he wants to go with Christmas, we’ll go with Christmas. If I insisted, he most likely wouldn’t get me anything at all. I also have to pay for 10% of whatever I pick out. Well, it’s a win/lose thing, I suppose. I win because I get a computer, but I lose because I have to pay for (part of) it. Oh well. I’m over it. My sister bought Super Smash Brothers Melee for Game Cube and she’s playing Animal Crossing as I write this.
I don’t understand the point of any video games except for Legend of Zelda for Nintendo 64. Oh well. To each his (or her) own, I guess. My current obsession is computer game RPG called Dungeon Siege. Grin. I guess if I played Animal Crossing or something I’d get into it, but I’ve never played, so whatever. I’ve decided that I’d want two superpowers if I had to choose, and that they’d be reading minds and telekinesis. With telekinesis, I could move the air underneath me and walk in the air, cool huh? I’ve thought about this a lot, obviously. Grin.
November 23, 2002:
Hey again. Boy have I got an update for you guys! Grin. I thought I updated on the 18th (and I have the Random*Thoughts to prove it… check them out below!) but the next day when I checked my site to make sure everything looked all right, my update wasn’t there! ACK! What WILL I do? Oh well, big loss. Moving on: I gave blood on Monday to get out of a Pre-Calculus quiz. Which I had to take on Tuesday anyway. Great. Oh well. We didn’t have school on Wednesday so my family went to Disney’s California Adventure (which I so aptly call “CaliforniaLand”) and had a blast. Except that Blast (the performance, I mean) wasn’t there so we didn’t get to see them! Waah! Blast is a drum corps/colorguard performance onstage as if it was a play or a musical or something. I saw it in January with the Band and Guard from my school and it was totally great, so I had planned on taking my family to see it, but we didn’t get too. Gr. BUT… we DID get to ride on Soarin’ Over California (the most popular ride at the park) three times. Soarin’ is totally the best ride ever. You fly in it. If I had a super power it would either be flying or being able to read people’s minds… Or both! Grin. All right, that’s all for now. QUIZ time!!
![](http://www.angelfire.com/stars2/afterlife/witch_14.gif")
I have a PAGAN
view of the After Life.
Also, in other news… I added three links to my Links page: Remembering Our Dead, Dennis’ Journal, and Rainbow Land and fixed the Absolute Backgrounds link because it didn’t work before. Thanks to a friend of mine for pointing that out!
November 18, 2002:
Yay! Someone actually replied to one of my Random*Thoughts! You have no idea how lonely I get writing and writing when no one ever comments on what I write. Yay! Email makes me happy, people! Remember that when I’m bitching, all right? And you’ll make me just a little happier just by responding to my flames. Grin. Anyways, the person’s a friend of mine, so I’m glad to know he’s reading the silly Random*Thoughts at all. He suggested I take Eminem’s lyrics with a grain of salt. From him, I would seriously consider it, but if close-to-anyone else said something like that, I’d laugh at them. Grin. Nothing against anyone here, just making a comment. He suggested I should try to “see with his eyes”, which… believe it or not… I hadn’t thought about before. Anyway… That’s a good idea. For everyone I mean… Put yourself in their shoes for a while and you may understand where they’re coming form better, you know? So, I looked Eminem up online and read everything I could about the guy. And man… before his rapping career took off… his life sucked! And I actually like his latest song, “Lose Yourself” because there’s minimal cursing and it actually makes sense, etc. So, in that respect, I’m impressed. Anyway… I don’t really have much more to say, but I have a QUIZ!
Which HP Kid Are You?
Um… When do I not have a quiz for you? Good question, really. Check out my earliest entries if you want to see LOTS of writing and NO quizzes. Hehe. Have fun. Now, I’m off. Dinner. Grin. “That’s bloody brilliant.”
November 17, 2002:
All righty, peoples… I had one of the weirdest dreams last night. It was weird because it was well… just weird, and because I don’t usually dream at all, so that made it weird too. All right, so I’m Duo… You know, Duo from Mobile Suit Gundam Wing and I was playing basketball with some of my “friends” (I say “friends” because they didn’t really know me or know that I was a Gundam pilot) and I knew that someone was watching me, but I couldn’t tell who it was. I was going easy on the other team because I knew I’d beat them if I actually tried, but they were so pathetic that I beat them anyway. It was really sad. Then suddenly I was in the Chamber of Secrets (you know, the one from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets) and I finally killed the serpent… I was still Duo at this time, and Harry didn’t exist in my dream… so I was acting in his place, I guess. Anyway, I finally killed the serpent, but I’d been gashed by one of its teeth in the process and even though I pulled it out, the snake’s venom had already begun to poison me and I was going to die soon. I killed Tom Riddle with the tooth and saved the person lying on the floor… who happened to be Heero… also from Gundam Wing… Anyway, I saved him and he woke up… if you don’t understand this at all, just watch the movie. He woke up, but my vision was getting blurry and I couldn’t see much but colours anymore, so I knew I was a goner. I told him to get out and he said he wasn’t going to leave without me, but I told him I was dead in five minutes anyway, so it didn’t really matter, and to just get out. And then he looked at me like he wanted to tell me something… I don’t know how I knew he was looking at me, but I did… but then he got up and left me there to die. And then I died. (There was no Phoenix…) It was a really weird dream. And it’s even stranger that I’m not really disturbed by it, just interested. Kind of like looking at an animal behind a glass case or on a leash and you can get as close as possible to study it and it won’t hurt you, because it can’t.
Yea, so if you don’t understand that at all, it’s all right. I just had to write it down so that I can figure out what it means later. I have to comment on something else too, though, before this edition’s up. That is: Eminem. I have split thoughts on this white rapper guy, to be sure. The first are: Eminem hates everyone, and he curses, and he’s basically an all around bastard. He’s a misogynist and hates gay people and doesn’t mind telling everyone his life outlook — which is usually bad. And I can’t condone someone who holds KKK-like views like him. My other thoughts on him are these: the guy’s a genius! He raps like nothing I’ve ever seen, he doesn’t mind telling everyone what’s on his mind, and he’s using his anger in constructive ways… singing (well, rapping, anyway) rather than killing, etc. And all THAT stuff I condone with all my being. I’ve wanted to see 8 Mile (which stars him) since I saw a preview of it at a friend’s house, but if I went to see it, I’d be fuelling some of the other things he apparently stands for that I just can’t ignore about him by buying a ticket. But I also want to promote his use of alternatives to violence for anger like he does. And he’s a genius! Argh. I don’t know what to do. Anyone have a strong argument for either side they want to let me hear? I’d be glad for the input. Email me anytime. Thanks.
November 12, 2002:
Yes, so it’s 1:42 AM here where I live right now and I reread my last entry and would like to officially apologise for all the profanity within it. And all the capital letters, too, I guess. Like I said, I was having a really, really, really terrible week, but I think I’m mostly over it now. A friend of mine pointed out that even though I treat these Random*Thoughts as a personal journal, it’s really not because just about anyone who has internet access and half a brain can basically read my mind… or at least what was on my mind at the time of writing the entry. I agree. However, I reserve the right to write about whatever I please. No one HAS to read these Thoughts, although some people choose to. And everyone who reads them has the right to object to what I write, that’s fine. I don’t need to hear about objections, trust me. I don’t. If you don’t like it, don’t waste your time on this site. I’ll probably just piss you off more than I already have. Once again, read the disclaimer for any clarifications on this topic. The link is at the top of the main page.
All that said, check out my two little Sprites from whimsical.nu! They’re Stormy and Indigo from the 1980′s TV show Rainbow Brite, my two favourite! Grin. To learn more about Rainbow Brite, go to Rainbowland!! That has to be the best show in the whole world. Oh yea. And it came from the 80′s, too, so those years couldn’t have been as bad as my parents say they were.
November 8, 2002:
Hey, everyone! I’ve finally been able to get back to this site, after quite possibly the WORST week of my life. No kidding, people, I’m seriously ranking it up there with the other VERY shitty weeks I’ve had. All of which I can count on one hand. But that’s beside the point. First, I found out that one of my closer friends… at least I THOUGHT he was a closer friend… promised his girlfriend never to speak to me again. Never. Ever. Can you BELIEVE that? Remember that guy who I was pissed at previously? Yea, well, it’s still him. The weenie. I’m REALLY angry with him. And then, my other “friend”, his girlfriend, decided oh-so-nicely not to invite me to her Halloween party. It’s not the party thing itself. It’s just that she invited everyone in my group of friends except me. And I was like, “ARE YOU F*CKING KIDDING ME!!” All right, so I’m not terribly worried about not going to the party, but the news comes at about the same time as the guy-not-talking-to-me thing does, so I’m crushed. Sooo… my college girl — you know, the one who isn’t really mine, but I wish she were? — yea, so I let her in on my dilemma. I mean… Even my own SISTER was invited (she didn’t go, though, and bless her soul for it)… It’s really disturbing and scary for me to think about where all my friends are this weekend and know that they’re all going to a party/sleepover thing… and I won’t be there. You don’t WANT to know how much I cried last week, all right? Let’s just put it that way.
You Are A Freaky Kisser!
From tongue and lip piercing to not so nice biting, you’re a basket full of kissing surprises.
In fact, your kissing style is so scary that you’ve been known to send a few dates packing.
No need to worry, somewhere in the world there is a kisser freakier than you!
How Do *You* Kiss?
Okay, so where was I? Oh yes, my college girl. So I tell her about my situation and she’s like, “God, that sucks! I’m so sorry you weren’t invited! Want me to hang with you on Saturday instead?”. And of course I say yes, because I’m deathly afraid of being alone. Trust me — it’s my worst fear: Loneliness. And so (that was Tuesday or so) the next to days go by and although I’m pissed off at my guy friend and his girlfriend, I’m happy and relieved because my college girl will be there with me. On Thursday or Friday, I don’t remember anymore… it’s so long ago even though it’s only a week… On one of those days, she instant messages me to make plans for Saturday (which we do) and then starts on her essay thing for a class. Half an hour later, she instant messages me again and asks if it would be terribly offense if she went to the party after she was done hanging out with me. And I was like, “WHAT?” and I told her I’d be really very hurt if she did that. Which I would be.
So she says she’s sorry she even asked and not to think about it anymore and goes back to her typing. Another half hour or so goes by and she instant messages me AGAIN and says she wants to go the party anyway, and maybe we should do our plans for this Saturday at some other time. And I’m thinking, “Didn’t your mother ever teach you manners?” but I don’t say it, of course, because MY mother DID teach ME manners. I mean, it’s one thing to say, “That sucks that you weren’t invited.” and not offer to stay with you instead. But to say, “That sucks.” and offer to stay with you, and then decide to go to the party anyway? Especially if they KNEW you’d be hurt? WHAT THE F*CK?!?! Come on… SOO, needless to say, my college girl has lost major points for that. I guess she’s not a cool as I thought she was, ne? God, I just want to sleep. “You don’t think when you sleep. God whispers when you sleep, and if your sleep is deep enough, you’ll be able to hear Her. That’s more delightful than thinking. It’s grand.”
