. . . . . entries for 29.9.02 . . . . .
Whoohoo! I'm now part of The Collective, something Stephen's putting together that seems to consist mainly of a lot of CTY people ranting. ^.^ Check the sidebar for links to. . . anything at all. They're usually there.
I got up at nine today and played Spyro. And now I'm here. Does anyone else in the world play Spyro anymore? I've played it before, and technically I own all three Insomniac Spyros, but my friend and Spyro-buddy Shannon has been the mind behind the madness most of the time. So like, now I'm beating the game by myself, and it's fun. ^.^ Five more orbs to go fight Ripto! (Yes, I'm playing the second one. It's my favorite.) We never actually beat the first Spyro, nay, we never even made it to the Dreamweavers' world. That game's so much harder than the new ones! But it's the original Spyro--the real Spyro.
I do not approve of Blizzard taking over Spyro at all. Insomniac was doing so well, and Blizzard's probably not even going to put Spyro out on PS2. No platform Spyro!? That's cheating all the people who got a PS2 mainly for the purpose of a new Spyro (and FFX ^.^) and don't *have* a GBA or a PC. :P Unfairness. Besides, the graphics look like they really suck. The entire attitude of the game seems to be different.
So yeah. I think I'm done ranting about Spyro now. ^.^ I'll have to have a "Kicking-Ripto's-Ass Party" next weekend. We will enjoy it immensely.
. . . . . entries for 27.9.02 . . . . .
Alright, so like, my dad asks if I got any grades back, and I tell him I got a B on my math test, and he's like, "what happened?" I guess he's just really used to his kids excelling at everything, but I just made some mistakes on the test, that's all. I've recognized the fact that this year's gonna be tougher than the past, since it's a high school course. I'll have to work harder. Blah. . .
Too many quotes today! ^.^() Alright, here's my favorite two.
"Hallo Rachel, I'm your doctor and I'm gonna deliver your baby!" ~Kochie, in a British accent
"Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, sadistic child. . ." ~Natalie, singing
. . . . . entries for 26.9.02 . . . . .
So we stumble through life, accepting things like space-time and what our senses provide us with for so long, then all of a sudden we're perplexed by it, and we question it. We think, "what if I AM a brain in a vat? What if someone's just writing a story of my life? What if I don't exist? How can I prove that I exist?" All of a sudden lately things seem paper-thin, like I could find a hole somewhere and peek into the true reality. But this whole thing, doesn't it seem strange? Life and viewpoints of all of these billions of people, of every living, breathing organism on the planet. It seems so much more likely that I'm being led through it, like a sheep in a herd. . . the brain in the vat is poked and prodded and it responds with what it thinks is going on. . . aaah! All right, I need to stop. Thinking too much gets me depressed.
So like, I'm thinking Quote of the Day. Today's is. . .
MOOMOO FLAKES!
Wow! Cassie commented on, like, every single one of my posts. I have 63 hits, if not more by the time I post this. Amazingness. I feel special. I guess people only like my blog when I'm not looking?
So like. Has something ever, like, not liked you, and then you're all like, okay, I don't like you, so you don't go near it anymore? Yeah. That happened to me. With my computer. Don't be surprised if I don't blog as much anymore. I hath been betrayed--by Ralph!
But yeah. SOMEONE LIKES BILLY! (besides me!) GASP!
Ask him if you wanna know. But yeah. The cow poem rocks--I'm going to tape a copy (in red ink--what else?) to my assignment notebook. ^.^ Go to Stephen's blog if you wanna know about the cow poem. Enjoy it. Enjoy it thoroughly.
MOO.
. . . . . entries for 21.9.02 . . . . .
Is this not the cutest little icon page in the world? It reminds me of how cool Final Fantasy is. Especially the Turks. ::pinches Reno's cheeks::
Whoohoo! I got this game called Alundra last Christmas and I haven't touched it since then, but today I started it, and wow, it's weird. It's N-Generation (or two-dimensional and designed for SNES, if you prefer) and it doesn't have any real battle system, just thrashing things with your dagger. It's awesome, and really weird. But yeah. I spent, like, three hours straight playing the game. It looks like there's only one playable character, which sucks, but hell. Everyone! Find a ROM of it or something--you might enjoy it.
And yes. That was my entire bloody day. I woke up at 11:30, took a shower, got dressed, was online talking to people for a while, then I went downstairs and watched the Yankees for a short period of time. Then I came upstairs, and played Alundra, and here I am. I'm currently in Lars' Crypt. MEGA-creepy.
Anyway. ^.^ I might go to the Irish Arts festival in Altimont this weekend, if I feel like it. My mother slept through the day--much worse than me playing Alundra through it! Right? Right?. . .
. . . . . entries for 20.9.02 . . . . .
It's the weekend! I wore a bell to school today. Such a happy day. Hope my school pictures turn out okay. (the bell is in the pictures--got a problem!?)
. . . . . entries for 19.9.02 . . . . .
I didn't talk to Billy enough today. He just signed on, like, ten minutes ago, and he had to sign right off again. It makes me sad when I don't talk to him a lot. Goddamned kilometers. . . just go away, and leave me alone!
Alright. So now I'm going to explain about the Mock-Blogdelytes. I've had a lot of questions about it and it's kinda a long story, so get comfortable.
It started with the real Blogdelytes, at St. John's College in Annapolis, Maryland. My sister and her friends all have bloglets. Real bloglets--they use an updating program made by a St. John's student (we love you Moss!) which actually predates Blogger. You can see my sister's blog, and links to the other blogdelytes, by clicking on the Real Blogdelytes link on the sidebar.
So anyway, one day my sister got tired of me messing around on her blog, and made me this one. It was originally called ssssssssssssssshake it baby, which I changed to spicy things. I really liked reading my sister's blog and her friends' blogs, so one day I said to myself, "hey, wouldn't it be great if all of my friends had blogs, too?"
So I started bothering my friends to make blogs. As they did, I put together the Mock-Blogdelyte list. Some of my friends, like Allie for example, already had blogs--I put them on too. ^.^ So come on everyone! So long as I know you and I don't hate you with a purple passion, you can be a Mock-Blogdelyte too!
My name is Nariko and I am a thunder goddess.
(ask Jeremy.)
WOK IT!!
Wok. . . I like stirfry. . .
. . . . . entries for 17.9.02 . . . . .
. . . ah, Stairway to Heaven. Such fond memories. And one not-so-fond memory, perhaps. Bring me back there, to that night. . . I wonder if it would change?
HI CHARLIE!
Wow! Internet Explorer is working again! So why am I still posting on Mozilla? I'm really used to it, I guess. I just. . . like it better. o.O Not to mention it has all of my new favorite places on it. But, wow. I can, like. Click on links. Without dying. Isn't it AMAZING!? ::hugs Ralph:: Happy.
I'M SO HAPPY!!! ^.^ My computer crashed last night around 10:30 and I was so, so sad and I was so worried but it's okay now!! I fixed it!!! Everything's okay. . . I'm so, so, so relieved!
. . . . . entries for 16.9.02 . . . . .
"Are you going to wear that to school tomorrow?"
"I don't know. . . why?"
"You look like cheesecake in it."
". . . what?"
"You look like cheesecake."
"Why?"
"You look smooth and creamy and yummy."
". . . ew. No."
a short while later. . .
"So are you going to wear that tomorrow?"
"After you said I looked like cheesecake? Probably not."
"Would a popsicle be better?"
". . . no!"
Erin has a counter. Erin really doesn't care if it's a slightly weird counter.
Doing homework in the Cadillac is fun until the CD changer jams. Then you bring in the CD and listen to it while blogging. ^.^ Mm, I miss the leather seats.
Who wants to be a mock-blogdelyte?
. . . . . entries for 15.9.02 . . . . .
Life rocks when you've beaten everyone on the Balamb Garden CC and you have, like, every card you can possibly have up to that point in the game. Life rocks even more when you've had a lot of caffeine and you're totally wired. Quistis makes a very good CC King.
On second thought, I ran through the training center and I didn't see the Joker. Where is the little bastard? I need to kick his ass and get Leviathan!
. . . . . entries for 14.9.02 . . . . .
Triple Triad kicks all ass. Currently I've beaten all the CC members except Xu and King and I've just hit Fisherman's Horizon. I feel pretty damned cool right now. And I'm about to get Quistis, Zell and Selphie back from the missile base, and the Quezacotl card, and then I'll be able to play Xu 'cause she'll actually exist in the Garden. . . oooh, I'm gonna play the Joker first. . . ::grins maniacally:: I'm mad. You're mad. We're all mad, here.
Haha! I have iMood! ::makes faces at Stephen:: I have iMood! Whoohoo!
. . . . . entries for 12.9.02 . . . . .
Which of My Imaginary Friends Are you??
This godlike quiz was made by Xenianth!
Yes! I am the cat! The nice, friendly, purring cat who loves to sit on your lap and be pet.
(Not just ANY lap will do.)
I will never wear a turtleneck to gym again. Ever.
It's a charming day--not a cloud in the sky, full sunshine, wear-anything weather. So naturally I choose today to wear my overalls and stripey turtleneck, on a gym day, when I absolutely roast afterwords.
And, if you fancy cheerier song, I wore pigtails. I took them out after gym, though, and Natalie French-braided my hair. She doesn't think I should get contacts. Hrummm. I might get them anyway. I'm tired of my glasses completely and totally ruining the pigtail effect. I promptly shook out the braid when I saw it in the mirror, not because it looked horrible but because a French braid is a pointless thing while hanging about the house.
And, on a final note, HI BILLY!
. . . . . entries for 11.9.02 . . . . .
. . . and, on a cheerier note, I say meep. Why do I say meep? Damned if I know. I say meep, and talk to myself, and listen to Alanis. Moreover I wonder if anyone else noticed how windy and disruptive the weather seems today.
Alright, forget being cheerful. Everyone at school was either really soppy, really apathetic or really cynical about 9-11. I'm cynical myself, without any good reason. I probably don't know as much about it as I could, as some do. I didn't lose anyone, after all. Although, if I may borrow a quote of Jon Stewart's, all I can think is. . . "::holds up a bingo board:: JINGO! I have jingo!"
I realize that this is a negative, bad and unpatriotic view of things, but it's honestly what I believe. I could share further beliefs of mine but it'd cause you all to arch a brow and walk away muttering. Anyway, yeah. I'm done with 9-11 rants now. Bye bye!
Today is September 11th, 2002.
Well, yeah, I think you all knew that already. The point is, the point IS that I wrote a poem a long time ago--almost a year back now--about that historical event that we recognize today. On this one-year anniversary, I share with you. . .
The Empty Space
Look over the vast horizon,
To the towers built with grace,
Some would see the sky and stone,
But I see the empty space.
A little girl would walk the streets,
Dress pink and white with lace,
Until the air screams with hate,
And she sees the empty space.
Gone in a flash and a moment,
Were color and were race,
Everyone cries, everyone fears,
And everyone sees the empty space.
Anyone could look at a stranger,
See another tear streaked face,
But in their eyes, it takes a special kind,
To see the empty space.
. . . . . entries for 9.9.02 . . . . .
You Are a Cybernormal!
You know how to find all the online action.
But you only respond if you have a strong attraction.
You've got to step up, if you want to get down or dirty.
Or you might not get laid again - until you're 30!
Are *You* a Cyberslut?
. . . scary.
Oh yeah. Besides my ranting about the Yankees, yes, I do have a life. I wore a skirt to school today. A *short* skirt. It was highly amusing. A number of people complimented me on my dress. Liz Gardener said I have pretty legs. This is. . . odd, as I've only ever heard that out of my sister before. Could it be that Erin is, in fact, a sexy being? ::GASP!:: Nooooo. . . couldn't be.
I will wear a long skirt to school tomorrow. A COOL one. Much cooler than that silly one I wore today. And NO ONE will compliment me on it! YEEEEEES! Erin enjoys not being noticed, it's more fun. It is AMUSING, however, highly amusing, when a chick classified as popular tells you that you have pretty legs. And, no, that was not my entire day.
We had math tests today, during flex. They were. . . oh, I've forgotten the word now, but they're just tests to see how good we are at math at the moment, not to grade us on. They're easy. Very easy. Like, material-from-two-years-ago easy. But they waste two flex periods with the goddamned things, so they're probably important.
So like, other than that it was an ordinary day. I talked to Andy, Jeremy's friend, at my locker before German class. He's almost done with Final Fantasy VII, but he not only reads the guide but consults two gaming experts--myself and his college-aged buddy in Maryland, possibly an aquaintance of Cassie's--constantly. I'm sure neither of these children do any of the sidequests and in spite of the guide factor they miss everything. Anyway. It was cool. I have a fanclub, be they two and three years the younger than me or not. :) Happy.
And everything else is BORING. Shoo! Away!
By the way, Matt: The Redsox can go to hell. The Braves can go to hell too. ALL TEAMS BESIDES THE YANKEES CAN GO TO HELL. Do you hear me!?
. . . . . entries for 8.9.02 . . . . .
My comments are down, and it makes me very sad. Oh well. I hath rescued Nick Cave from the STS, and he is now happily playing on my leetle CD player. Funny thing, Red Right Hand reminds me of so many Final Fantasy characters in so many ways. Especially that one from a fanfic (Cassie, look away now) named Davoren, the leader of the Turks in Vincent's time. He was very Red Right Hand-ish. He wore the black trench and manipulated people, or acted like he did. Really Hojo was doing the manipulating through him. It was a really, really good fanfic (okay, Cassie, I'm done). Anyway, I have decided that, in the course of any weekend I need to sleep at least twenty hours. It's a law of nature, it seems. During the summer I just need to sleep at least eight hours every day, excluding CTY, in which case it just fails to matter when I go to sleep, I have to wake up at six. :P As it turned out I could get up at seven and still easily make it to classes. The morning is a happy time to sit on the quad and chill. So is lunch. Especially lunch, really, as I have two and a half hours to be at lunch. Most of this I spend hanging around reading, or hanging around harassing Charlie.
Why the hell am I talking about CTY as if it's still going on? However much I wish it's true, it's not. Oh well. Such is life I suppose. Charlie doesn't think he's coming back to CTY, which makes me sad. Maybe I'll convince him before next summer comes that not every possible roomie is as evil as his roomie was this past year. I hope I will.
But, indeed, now I'm in school, which is not at all CTY. This year we have a theme of community, however, which amuses me in its similarity to the full-time CTY theme of the aforementioned community. In spite of this, our theme of community consists mainly of wasting a few school days with eating cake and doodling. This is a good thing and a bad thing simultaneously. I like to think it's more good than bad. :) Anyway, I think I'm done.
Peace out!
. . . . . entries for 7.9.02 . . . . .
And, for two days, it's summer again! This is a happy thing.
And, even happier than this, Charlie exists. Is this not amazing? I thought it was--apparently he signed Yael's friendly address book on the last day of CTY, so I emailed him with "it lives" in the subject line. The content consisted mainly of the word "boo" and my AOL signature, which most of you are probably familiar with. If you're not familiar with it, it goes as follows. . .
And I said unto the world, "you're all a bunch of ignorant little bastards (pardon my French), so shut up about your problems!"
And the world said unto me, "did you hear something?"
~Erin
So he talks to me sometimes. Eventually he said he'd look at this blog, and upon looking he shall probably see this.
And school (I very nearly just typed "CTY") is going just fine. I forgot my math book at school on Friday, so I had to borrow Shannon's. Jeremy is already at Jenova-DEATH in Final Fantasy VII. That kid is awesome. I wish he didn't read the guide while he played, though. Next time I go over there I think I shall take the guide away. He also missed a lot of the materia. A lot, a lot, a lot of the materia. He has no elemental materia. He has no revive materia. The child never got a HP plus materia! It's not right. And he allows no one to mess with what materia he has (three second-level fire materia, among other such illogical bits. How ludicrous is that?) so his characters are unbalanced and stuff. It makes me sad.
I need to quit babbling about Final Fantasy, so like. I'll babble about other things. I had, like, six megs of Civilization II files on my hard drive that I never used. So I deleted them. My computer is slightly happier now. This does not make up for the fact that my school has twenty or more all-new PowerMacs and I still have a 1998 iMac. I want something shiny and new. Shiny and new, godsdammit!
NOT new and shiny. :P
Anyway, I think I'm done now. No one to speak of is online and, yeah, even if they are they aren't talking to me. Oh, on a final note, I now have Sandman comic books I-VI. In your face, KAS. :P Bye bye!
. . . . . entries for 5.9.02 . . . . .
Chihuahua in the chili!
. . . . . entries for 4.9.02 . . . . .
Erin is very, very silly. Erin is HORRIBLY silly. Erin is painfully silly. . . Erin wonders. . . Will Cassie's friend re-do Erin's comments? Pleeeeeease? >.<()
Teehee. Erin made her blog more interesting. How silly is it? Exactly?
Erin is back in school. Erin is going to go do her homework now, which consists mainly of filling out forms. Erin's mother has more homework than Erin--more homework by FAR. Erin also notes that she ought to write more Redwing when she has the time, as she's going to run out soon if she doesn't. Erin wonders if anyone reads Redwing or if everyone, like Erin's sister, thinks that Erin's writing is frivolous and horrible due to Erin's habit of reading fanfics when she's excessively bored. Erin also wonders if Cassie writes stories anymore and, if she doesn't, if she has any real right to criticize Erin's stories. . .
come home?
.:people:.
{ting}
she looks like the real thing
{mari}
out and about
[kelsey]
THIS IS AMERICA
{yianni}
stop being depressed
{alisa}
other
[shannon]
close and far
{frank}
islands where no islands should go
[cassie]
eating knowledge
{colin}
my dm
[emily]
shoulder to the wheel
[brian]
nostalgic for fantasy
[nicole]
industry insider
{elle}
angry enviro
[matt]
never heard of miyazaki
[pirate dan]
are you reading this?
[olga]
distracted
[messiah dan]
messiah/believer
{max}
approach focus
[natalie]
wait a minute
[susan]
solitude
{greg}
manbeargreg
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turtles! turtles! by araglas
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