| This was me in Baltimore... |
[03 Aug 2008|11:37pm] |
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(thanks Hannah)
"Hey, is that a Grandmaster over there?"
"Where are you guys?"
"We were just on the other side of the room. I pointed it out to you."
"Well I couldn't SEE you!"
"Nobody leave me alone! I'll get lost."
"Mah Daddeh abandoned me, so I wandered around the hotel blindly for 20 minuets until I saw someone I recognized."
I'm glad to have my glasses back...
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| An Open Letter to Trent Reznor Of Nine Inch Nails: |
[05 May 2008|10:55pm] |
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Dear Trent Reznor,
I love you.
Seriously. I don't usually say shit like that, but it's true.
Are you made of magic? Did you know I was having a crummy day. Were you just sitting around, thinking 'y'know, Ane has three tests to study for tonight. I bet releasing a new album to download for free would really cheer her up."? Really Trent Reznor, how do you do it? Do you have some sort of God given power? Were the right stars in line on the night of your conception?
Okay, I know I'm getting a little maniacal. To be honest though, I've been crushing on you for some time. I first noticed it when I realized that I knew how your hair style had changed over the years. It got progressively worse. The other day, I was doodling in Spanish class and I realized that I'd drawn you (well, I'm a terrible artist, but it did have your nose). I'm sorry to say that I always thought you looked a bit like Snape, and we all know you're way to old for me. But I can have my little crush, right?
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I might be going to lollapalooza with my mom this summer. If we do go I'll definitely see you there. I've wanted to see you in concert for a really long time too. Well, maybe not that long, but I'm a fairly new fan, so give me a break. Seriously, it's not my fault! I heard Hurt on the radio when I was fourteen, but my mom wouldn't let me buy one of your albums until I was fifteen. I strongly suspect she intended for me to forget about you, and she did actually succeed, but I have not hard feelings, because she's actually a pretty cool mom (and she may be taking me to lollapalooza this year).
Really though, I just wanted to thank you for releasing a new album. I'll be downloading it tomorrow, just because I'm not very technical and I know it'd keep me up all night if I downloaded it tonight. I just wanted to thank you for thinking of me and my bio, and algebra 2, and WHAP tests tomorrow. It was really nice of you to pick tonight. The promise of hearing your new album will help me last the day.
Thanks so much for allowing me to pretend to write a letter to you on my LJ,
Ane
PS: I owe you for the fact that I no longer find any music played on the radio tolerable when compared to the large quantities of your wonderful music I consume on a daily basis.
PPS: Sorry if this letter makes no sense. I'm tired.
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| Who's coming to your tea party? |
[12 Mar 2008|09:02pm] |
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Yeah, I haven't posted in ages...
Anyway, here's a short (not really) list of various historical and popular figures who will be coming to a party I'm hosting (in no particular order). Sorry, as you can see, you're not invited.
Jesus
Trent Reznor
Genghis Khan
Paris Hilton
Dickens
Kim Deal
Winston Churchill
King Tut
Darwin
Martha Washington
Edgar Allen Poe
Julius Caesar
Tyra Banks
Tiger Woods
Jack the Riper
What the hell am I doing? This is inspired by a prompt we were given at school as an example of a college essay. It was just an example, but I felt the need to compile my list. I'm thinking I may end up putting together a short one scene play, or maybe a story. Just for fun.
So, who are you inviting?
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| Ane's stupid response to an equally stupid religion promt. |
[29 Jan 2008|09:13pm] |
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I don’t really think I know who I am right now. It seems to me, that one day I’m one person, and the next day I’m someone completely different. I’m at that stage in life were nearly everything is undecided. I try not to be petty, but some days I can’t help myself. Sometimes I act really mature, other times I feel like a little kid. Sometimes I care about schoolwork, and other times I don’t really see what all the fuss is about. I think I tend to be a pretty agreeable person though. At least, people tolerate my strangeness enough to hand out with me. So I can’t be that bad. I’m pretty good at being a friend. I try to be supportive and fun to be with. I think that probably pays off in the long run. Anyway, I think I have a good idea of who I want to be, at least personality-wise. I want to be a generally good person. I want to be someone people can look up to. I want to be on top of things (something I struggle with). I want to be smart and hardworking, loyal, friendly, giving… I want to have a content life, and have very little hate. But really, saying who you want to be doesn’t really do anything unless you really act on it. So I try my best to do the best thing I can do. I’m definitely fallible. I wouldn’t expect flawlessness even from my ideal self. Okay, now I’ve gone and scared myself, because I realized I really don’t like the phrase ‘ideal self’. Yeah, I’m pretty tired right now, so my thought process might not make total sense, but this is informal right? The point is, people should really be happy with who they are. I know there’s always room for improvement, but trying to become a completely different person is just ludicrous. I really do like me, for all my mood swings and senselessness. I can try to improve, but I’ll never be perfect. I know I’ll probably never be good at math, or super-athletic. I’ll never be able to talk to random strangers at parties. And you know what? I think I’m really cool with that.
(Yeah, I was tired. I think I do my best work when sleep deprived though. At least when writing. I get very... honest. I do wonder what my dear teacher will think after reading that. God, I love driving stupid religion teachers insane.)
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[16 Dec 2007|12:52pm] |
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So, has anyone else heard that Terry Pratchett has been diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer's?
I read about this last night after my parents had already gone to bed, promptly shut off the computer, went to bed, and cried.
I know it's overreacting. In his own words, "I am not dead. I will, of course, be dead at some future point, as will everybody else." But I can't help being so upset. I managed to tell my mom this morning, and she confessed that she'd already found out, and just didn't know how to tell me. Turns out my dad knew too.
When I told my mom I started crying again, and I really don't usually cry over stuff like that. He's just been such an influence on me and what I want to do with my life. I think it was when I started reading Discworld that I realized that my future, in some way or other, would involve books. I remember asking my mom once, if Terry Pratchett would ever die (which was an extremely immature thing for an eleven year old to ask) she assured me that he would be around a lot longer.
I was thinking of emailing or writing a letter, but I'm sure he said he's getting a lot of mail and there's no way he could respond to it all.
I guess this has served to sort of inspire me. My Nano is still unfinished. I haven't touched it since November 30th, but now I know I have to finish it. I don't know why, but I do.
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| Woah. |
[30 Nov 2007|08:57pm] |
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I did it.
Hell yes.
Not nearly finished though. I was a little ambitious, and though my 50k may be done, I have at least another 10k to go before I'm really done. So all of you who've been bugging me will have to be a little patient.
I feel like I should have more to say, but I really can't think of anything else
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| Can't think of a cleaver title. |
[11 Nov 2007|07:29pm] |
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I'm having a surprisingly good hair day today. It just figures that it's a day I have to stay home doing homework.
I showered in the morning, instead of at night. That's probably the difference. If I cared about how I looked, I'd wake up extra early to shower in the morning every day.
But really, it's all nice and wavy and curly, and just he right amount of poofy and shaggy. Very nice.
In other news, Nano is going okay, but I'm really stuck and I haven't started writing yet today, and I need to start now if I want to go to bed at a reasonable hour.
Peeps is an awesome book by the way. It's been encouraging me to procrastinate all day. I'll most certainly finish it tonight. It's been ages since I've actually read a book that I've been able to read all in one day.
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| Dear god, I feel like I'm naming a baby. |
[20 Oct 2007|12:39pm] |
I needs help! I've been trying to find a good name for an important character in my NaNoWriMo novel. I've been mulling over this for ages. I found my MC's name in about two minuets. But this fellow is proving to be a little more stubborn.
Okay, so some backround info: He's a young man, somewhere between 17-18. He's a little vain; He has mousy brown hair, but he dyes it black to attract the ladies. He has a lithe, yet muscular body. He's very athletic. He's lived in a sort of 'monastery' setting his whole life, though he'll be forced to leave early on in the story. He's a talented martial artist, but is also very cocky and doesn't think things through. He's the best friend to my MC, Tora. He will have a dramatic change in character later on, due to a traumatic event in his life. He will pay for his general carelessness. (I'm killing my darlings here)
The setting of my novel is a little complicated. It's a fantasy novel, but you won't be seeing any elves of dwarves XD. Inspired by WHAP this year, I'm taking bits and pieces of all sorts of ancient cultures, to create a unique universe The sort of names I'm looking for: I want real names, but they shouldn't be too common. As I've already said, by MC is Tora. Tora is a Japaneses name (which I originally wanted to steer clear of) but I feel it's not too exotic to be out of place in my setting. The name should be pretty short, and easy to pronounce, with just the right touch of mundaneness and exoticness. Did you actually read all that? I hope so. Anyway, I already have a few names thought up, but I really can't decide. Please tell me which ones you like, and if you can think of anything you think would work well, please let me know. The names I have so far:
Trent
Fane
Thane (I think I like my -ane's)
Cassiel (would be Cas' for short)
Anton
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| Christman Plans |
[16 Oct 2007|06:26pm] |
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Alright, so I get home, watch some bad TV and then once my mom comes home, I tell her about my WHAT test and how frustrated I am by it.
I got 72%, no where close to bringing up my C.
I'm really bummed out because I thought I tried my hardest, and I spent a lot of time studying. What the teacher asks a question. I'm almost always one of the ones with my hand up. I'm right at least 85% of the time. I know the basic information better than most people in my class. But I'm continually bombing the tests.
Mom is supportive as usual, and she tries her best to make me feel better. It worked pretty well. We sit down for dinner and I gad Dad's usual thing about how I need to find out what the teacher expects, find out how I can improve and raise my gradeblahblahblah... He's not really bad, but sometimes he seems so self-righteous, it's very frustrating. I know it's cliche, but he just doesn't understand me.
That conversations ends, and I hoped the evening would brighten up, but then my sister mentions some crap about going to the grand canyon for Christmas break. Well, it turns out that she and my dad have been brewing some plans about not going east to see family, and having a real vacation instead.
It's no secret that my Dad hates seeing family each Christmas, he never got along with his sister, and his parents can be very difficult. The cigarette smoke in my other grandparent's house makes him sick. My sister obviously doesn't care where she goes, as long as she's with dad. (Sarah is to Dad as I am to Mom)
Mom gets upset because dad discussed this with my ten year old sister before he discussed it with her. Sarah is incapable to handle this situation with any tact. Dad says he only just mentioned it to Sarah, and this is the first time he's really brought it up.
Dad's under a lot of stress lately from Fright Night and work, so it's understandable this conversation isn't going well. They're arguing right now.
I want to see my family, if anyone cares. Even my dad's parents, as miserable as they can be. Well, the wost that will happen is that we'll be separate for Christmas. Two weeks without my sister, what a shame.
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| Ane VS. Algebra 2 Homework: Round 1 |
[24 Sep 2007|09:58pm] |
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I knew I shouldn't have gone to Curves tonight. I had too much homework, but I'd skipped out last week, and I didn't want Mum to be mad at me. So I went anyway.
I got home and had to do a stupid religion assignment, WHAP notes, and Algebra.
... Time to prioritize. I decided to do religion during free block, and just focus on WHAT and Algebra.
I didn't realize the WHAP would take me until 9 to finish. But the trouble didn't really start until Dad turned off my music.
My music helps distract me from how much I hate math, and how stupid it is. But he wanted to work in the office, and didn't want to hear my music.
About 15 minuets later I looked up at my planner to see how many problems I had left. Too many.
Now, I guess you need to understand that I am not cut out for all-nighters. This was too much for my fragile self to handle, especially without my Dashboard Confessional.
So, I pretty much just said fuck it, and gave up, adding it to the already massive pile of work to do during freeblock tomorrow. Mum gets all serious, and "Well, there are ways to make all this work a lot easier..." and I knew she was gonna go on a study skills rant. I pretty much told her that it was too much for me to take, and went back into the office.
I threw the Algebra binder at the backpack, it slid, and some papers fell out. This only fueled my wrath. So I pounded it with my fists a few times, breaking the binder. (Not that I really care, that thing was a piece of crap anyway, stopped opening and closing on the second week of school. But I'm still really pissed off, I so go into my room, scream into my pillow a few times. (Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!), and beat up my bedding a little. Then I run a nice hot bath, and calm down.
I've had a good grade so far, and this is the first real 'math episode' I've had this year. I get them often, if you couldn't tell.
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| Hey all! |
[16 Sep 2007|08:39pm] |
Pointless entry, I know.
Umm... I got a new userpic, I felt I was due for a change, but I'll probably just rotate a few of them.
I really don't want to go to school tomorrow...
Not much else to say, my hair is still black. I'm thinking of writing a Warriors fic, just a one-shot, about Mousefur, because she is awesome and gets no love. And because I'm a nerd.
Oh, and if LeeAnn doesn't log on and tell me how life is, I will scream.
That is all.
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| Guess What? |
[14 Aug 2007|08:58pm] |
So, I dyed my hair black... Not that it really shows up or anything, my hair was so dark before anyway.
But it does look pretty cool.
It happened kinda randomly. You see, one of my friends at camp, who I've known for a long time --lets call her S-- decided this would be a good idea while we were waiting for our ride after camp.
"You should really dye your hair black!"
"Umm... But it's so dark brown anyway. Who would notice?"
Anyway, this was a few days ago, and I didn't really think much of it. She's kinda crazy, and always says the strangest things.
But today, my dad came to pick us up (we give her a ride home almost every day), and decided to take us to Target so he could buy something for his upcoming business trip. And S gets the brilliant idea that, since neither of us had anything to do, we could buy some hair dye and both go to her house to dye my hair.
Strangely enough, my dad has no problem with this.
So we did, and now my hair is black. Strange really...
I guess I did my one daring thing for this summer. (God, I'm such a good girl, calling that daring)
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| Why am I so lazy? |
[11 Aug 2007|08:59pm] |
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I held off writing for so long and now I have too much to say so I won't write any of it.
If anyone is wondering, I got third place in Light Contact Fighting in Baltimore. I didn't place in anything else, but the competition was crazy, and I think I did really well personally. (Especially considering I pulled my hamstring during the first thing I preformed in).
Anyway, I wrote a story, but I need to edit it before I can show it to you guys. It's very... Stephen King.
Summer reading is hell, camp was been frustrating (Crazy Hippie Bitch anyone?), my sister is killing me.
Did this entry make any sense? Expect another update in a few days. Unless I continue being lazy.
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| It's the 20th! |
[20 Jul 2007|05:30pm] |
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I will be at Barnes and Nobel with all the other nerds at 12:01.
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| A VERY Unhappy Ane |
[12 Jul 2007|11:45am] |
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So today my mom and I went to the DMV to try to get my permit.
I failed. I got 10 questions wrong, 2 less, and I would have passed.
But that's not really what I'm so upset about. My mom just blew up at me. In the middle of the DMV.
She said she'd wasted a whole morning off work just so I could fail my test. It was my fault for not reading the handbook the night before. All that crap.
A woman asked if I'd passed on the way out.
"No."
"Was it hard?"
"Well, not if you actually read the book!"
Okay, so I underestimated the difficulty of the test. But loads of people fail the first time. It was a mistake that I didn't read the handbook. I should have. Honestly, she only told me we were going to the DMV last night.
So, next Saturday, I get dropped off at the DMV to try again. I have to spend my entire Saturday morning, when I should be at KO waiting in line to take that stupid test. It was bad enough today, a weekday morning. On the weekend, I'll be there for hours.
Way to be understanding Mom.
I feel bad that she had to take off work for nothing. But she didn't have to act the way she did. Yes, I screwed up. But she didn't have to yell at me.
I hate having working parents. People are always taking their stay-at-home moms for granted. Oh, Mommy can bring you your homework when you forget it? Mommy always picks you up on time?
My parents work full time. They have no time for me or my sister. Oh, they try. But my mom's always stressed out, and my dad spends all his free time watching Star Trek or up in his office.
For the most part, I barely notice it. But right now. I'm really pissed off.
I realize I sound like some sort of spoiled brat, (And I'm PMSing so that probably has something to do with it) but I don't think my mom was treating me very fairly.
I almost feel like writing about my frustration with my new diet/exercise regime. But this entry is already too long.
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| The Following Entry is Completely Pointless: |
[29 Jun 2007|05:16pm] |
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So, I cleared out my bookcase today.
I've completely run out of space for books. It's ridiculous. Huge piles of books everywhere.
I figured that getting rid of some books would help. I tried this before, a few months ago, and ended up only getting rid of about ten books. It was hard, I get too attached. Anyway, so this time I decided 'when in doubt, toss it'.
Well, I have a large paper grocery bag filed with books, and still not enough room for everything.
I read way too much.
Think about it. All my Tolkien, Pratchett, Snicket, Peirce... Too many books, not enough room. Let's not even think about my Deathnote, and growing Stephen King collection, both of which have been reduced to lying in undignified piles next to my bed.
And the Catfancy! Oh God the Catfancy! I really need a magazine rack.
I'd love to add another bookcase, or three, but my room is just too small! It's completely unfair that my dad has that whole huge room upstairs as his office, space he doesn't even need, and I'm stuck a room that can hold a twin sized bed, dresser, and bookcase. Shame on them! They know how much space books take up.
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| Writing Dump 1: Untitled Anti-Eragon/FF7 Crossover |
[04 Jun 2007|01:31pm] |
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First, an explanation:
I'm going to start posting random stuff I've written in these "dumps". Mostly, this will be one-shot fanfics or short stories. Anyway, this is pretty old, from my anti-Eragon phase. I didn't think anyone on FF.net would really appreciate it. I mostly just wrote it for myself. Anyway, in case any of you guys are interested.
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[28 May 2007|03:40pm] |
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Well, I start a new account and then don't post in it for months. I deserve a medal.
Today's topic of discussion is... Fanime.
I went Friday with a couple of school friends who are just as nerdy as I am, perhaps even more. Our school is within walking distance to the convention center, so getting there was no problem. It was fun, but sort of awkward, because they brought a camera, and felt the need to stop every cosplayer they saw to snap a picture.
The moment we walked through the door, it was "OMG! It's Axel! Axel, can we take a picture?" And immediately afterword. "RENO! Look, it's Reno!" (One of these friends, Katie, really likes redheads) Being an introvert, this was pretty uncomfortable for me. I also don't particularly like cosplay. It's okay, but there are definitely some characters who should not be cosplayed. Cloud and Sephiroth are both star examples. They just can not be done. So you can imagine my dismay at seeing the Fanime article in the paper today, with a big picture of a Cloud cosplayer. I was fuming.
But back to the convention! I'd say that shopping was the best part. I spent all my money, and left with a cute little plushie, and the Advent Children Cloud action figure (sweet). I really wanted some cat ears, but ran out of money.
So, while we browsed the shops, Katie (so much for not using names), walked by a yaoi both, and got a small brochure they were handing out. Later, a few of our friends who didn't go met us outside the convention center. Alyssa was among them. For those of you who don't know her, Alyssa is obsessed with Twilight, my new Eragon. She immediately spied Katies yaoi pamphlet. I tried to make a grab for it before she could get it, I really did. Unfortuenerly , she was too quick.
"What's this?" she said.
"Oh! nothing! You don't want to look at that." I said, making another grab.
Alas, she was too quick, again, and started flipping through it.
For those of you who still don't understand, if Alyssa can love the smut-less Twilight, imagine how bad she'll be if she gets her hands on some yaoi. But she did get her hands on it, and decided it was 'cute'. Oh dear God, what have we unleashed? Let's just hope she forgets it soon.
In other news, I've discovered an awesome website. http://www.wajas.com/, is a website where you breed pear-eating wolves. I know it sounds stupid, but I'm pretty fascinated with genetics (OK, I also like giving them impossibly long racehorse type names), and it's fun to play with. I encourage everyone to join. My user name is Ane (50421).
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| A Fresh Start... |
[25 Feb 2007|02:33pm] |
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Well, here I am again. Hi guys. Anyway, after a very bizarre, and confusing sequence of events, a, Series of Unfortunate Events, if you will. I've (kinda permanentally) lost my old LJ password. Opps. Anyway, I've had it for a while, and was toying with the thought of starting afresh anyway. To be frank, it got to the point were my old LJ was so personal, that I couldn't really invite anyone else to read it. So, I intend to make some changes with this new journal.
For a start, I'm going to try not to mention names. So, if I start to complain about someone, I'll try to keep them anonymous, that way, I won't have issues about inviting new people to read. I'll also try to make this new LJ less of a big whine. I want to share more opinions, and bits of original fiction, and less complaints.
Anyway, thanks to everyone who's stuck with me the whole time I've been LJing. By all means, please continue to follow along.
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