I've developed a liking for colors, clouds, skies, and rainbows. I just like to look at pictures.
Just have to graduate.
I haven't been working as much. I sleep a lot. I just feel too tired to much anymore.
My sister is on my WoW account a lot now. Got her mount. Damn her. *shakes fist*
I'd like to write again. Sometime.
http://www.shortpacked.com/d/20080303.h
I cannot be the only one who remembers this stuff. I LOVED THIS GAME. Because i'm a huge nerdbag, but whatever. Those Troggles scared me.
UH sent me a similar notice a few weeks ago.
I'm relieved. And terrified.
I think I have to talk to Eric about our relationship. There are a lot of things that aren't working out--like our schedules for example. It's upsetting us again. It's not that our relationship is bad right now, but not seeing each other sucks.
A lot.
Third week, and I'm already getting my ass handed to me by school.
19:30] Karen: hey, so you know how there's always a calm before the storm, when everything seems so sunny and happy that you feel like breaking into songs just randomly before you get smashed by the rain and lightning?
[19:31] Karen: and when the rain and lightning come, it just sucks so much more?
[19:31] Alec: yeah
[19:31] Alec: yeah, i do
[19:31] Alec: what's up?
[19:31] Karen: that's how living with my grandmother is like.
[19:31] Alec: what's going on?
[19:31] Karen: she blew up at my mother again for misunderstanding her
[19:31] Alec: jeez....
[19:32] Alec: what was the misunderstanding about?
[19:32] Karen: it's like living with a angsty teenager, except so much worse.
[19:32] Alec: yeah
[19:32] Karen: where my concert is going to be
[19:32] Alec: er.... ok
[19:32] Karen: which, by the way, I'VE ONLY TOLD HER FIVE TIMES BEFORE TODAY
[19:32] Alec: wow
[19:32] Karen: i've been telling her this since september
[19:32] Alec: yeah
[19:33] Karen: like, HAY, GRANDMA, SINCE THE LION KING IS AT BLAISDELL THIS YEAR, I'LL BE HAVING MY CONCERT IN PEARL CITY.
[19:33] Alec: yeah
[19:33] Karen: i've been telling her for bloody months now
[19:33] Karen: i keep repeating it
[19:33] Alec: we're using Bloody now?
[19:34] Karen: :P i have been swearing quite a bit recently, so i've been taking up international cuss replacements to curb that
[19:34] Alec: does she normally even go?
[19:34] Karen: yes
[19:34] Alec: bloody isn't a curse. it's the worlds best adj
[19:34] Karen: and it has always been at blaisdell. always
[19:34] Alec: i've never seen her there. just your mom
[19:34] Karen: always on a monday
[19:34] Alec: i know that
[19:34] Alec: i've been for the last 2 years
[19:34] Karen: always at eight bm
[19:34] Alec: remember?
[19:34] Karen: pm*
[19:34] Karen: yes
[19:34] Karen: and i love you
[19:34] Alec: yeah
[19:34] Karen: :D
[19:34] Alec: me too
[19:34] Alec: :P
[19:34] Alec: >:D<
[19:35] Karen: ^^
[19:35] Karen: but seriously
[19:35] Karen: i've been repeating this stuff for ages
[19:35] Alec: yeah
[19:35] Karen: so she won't ask dumb questions like this at the dinner table
[19:35] Alec: you have to figure this out
[19:36] Alec: i mean, that's not cool. you can't do anything about that but realy... its not cool
[19:36] Karen: oh it's not
[19:36] Karen: so my mom and her had a practical screaming match during dinner
[19:36] Alec: :(
[19:36] Karen: and then she storms to her room
[19:36] Alec: what did you dad say?
[19:36] Karen: again, pulling at the angsty teenager bit.
[19:37] Alec: yeah
[19:37] Karen: what can he say? he just listened for a bit, and then ate his dinner
[19:37] Alec: point taken
[19:37] Karen: yeah
[19:37] Karen: my mom actually came tearing back out of her room
[19:37] Karen: yanked the broom out from where we keep it
[19:37] Karen: then raced back to my grandmother's room
[19:38] Karen: screaming at my grandma to hit her, since she likes to bitch her out so much
[19:38] Alec: that seems like it would have been interesting to watch
[19:38] Karen: it was.
[19:38] Alec: and a bit scary
[19:38] Karen: yes.
[19:38] Karen: i jumped out my seat to stop possible violence
[19:38] Karen: and my mother snapped at me to get back to the dinner table
[19:38] Karen: and um, i didn't really argue.
[19:38] Alec: ....
[19:38] Alec: yeah
[19:39] Alec: wish i could be there for you right now
[19:42] Alec: did this happen tonight?
[19:42] Karen: yes.
[19:42] Karen: and that means a lot to me
[19:42] Karen: they're both still in my grandma's room
[19:43] Karen: next to mine
[19:43] Karen: their dinners are still untouched at the table
[19:43] Alec: i have a random, sex comment but i won't make it
[19:43] Alec: how long ago did it start?
[19:43] Karen: about an hour ago
[19:43] Karen: well, a little over an hour ago
[19:43] Alec: jeez...
[19:44] Alec: are they still fighting?
[19:44] Karen: well, they're not screaming
[19:44] Alec: ....
[19:44] Karen: grandma's raising her voice every now and then
[19:44] Karen: but not as loudly or as often as before
[19:44] Alec: that's a good sign
[19:44] Alec: probably
[19:45] Karen: yes. maybe.
[19:45] Alec: yeah
[19:45] Alec: someone
[19:45] Alec: someone's winning, and someone's losing
[19:46] Karen: oddly enough, my grandma was screaming something like that earlier
[19:46] Karen: and my mom was like, wtf do you mean i've won?
[19:46] Karen: this as my grandma is refusing to eat her dinner
[19:46] Alec: oh dear
I really wanted to update about Saturday, so I'll just add it to here, I guess. I went to judge at the Kamehameha Speech Tournament and it brought back a ton of high school memories I haven't thought of in years. I watched those kids (and you know you're getting old when you call them kids and they are not in the least bit offended) and I could see everything I thought about speech and debate reflected in them. In one kid, I saw how afraid he was to even talk in front of a room, and I knew everything he was thinking. It was adorable.
When I was in my junior year in high school, my friends from Roosevelt (I was closer to them than I was to the MHS S n' D team) ran down to this patio-like area near the Kamehameha auditorium to watch the sun go down. That year, Beth and I sat there for about an hour and watched it go down, and waited until dusk settled into darkness. We talked the entire time, about our dreams, our families, boys, and school. Girl talk. The first time I really had done it.
On Saturday, I sat where Beth and I did, by myself, this time, and watched the sun go down. The rest of the high school kids were upstairs, waiting for the awards ceremony to start, and too busy to enjoy the sunset. The rest of the judges probably didn't even know this spot existed. That was fine. It was perfect by myself--the sun right in front of me, and Diamond Head only a turn of a head away. At the beginning, I thought about calling someone: Eric, Stacy, Diana... just someone to share it with. Beth would have been the best person, but I don't have her phone number... and even then, I don't know if she would understand me now. I'm just stuck in the past. I like reliving it. The good parts anyway. It was fine. I watched the sun go down behind the city I grew up in. I know that
cantinalaughter thinks this is a filthy city, but I love it. The lights, the traffic, everything that I could see from my spot at Kamehameha was just so beautiful at that moment. I could see the cruise ships that had docked for the weekend. The nearby parks, and even my ghetto neighborhood.
One thing I've yet to find from my post there is my house. I live near Kamehameha, but I've never been able to spot my house.
When I was a junior in high school, I liked my friend Luke. He also liked watching the sunset with us. That year, he let me and Beth have the best spot, while he meandered nearby on a different walkway. On Saturday, I also wanted to call him, but I don't think the Luke of today would have understood me the way the Luke of five years ago would have.
I miss that Luke so much it hurts.
I know that Kamehameha belongs to its students and a McKinley alumna has no place there. But every Thanksgiving that one spot belongs to me.
NaNo: dfkjs;dfjksdgghsierjefksdfjasdf. At least I have a story.
Boyfriend: Yay tomorrow.
Orchestra: I have earned an exemption from being yelled at for sounding shitty. Whoo!
Family. OH THE DRAMA. Okay, not really, but still.
Graduate school: I FEEL THE PANIC. I always feel like I'm not going to make it. I'M SO SCARED. AND SCREWED.
Go Kelli! You're still the best history student UH Manoa has ever had.
an·ti·no·mi·an (ān'tĭ-nō'mē-ən)
n. An adherent of antinomianism.
adj.
- Of or relating to the doctrine of antinomianism.
- Opposed to or denying the fixed meaning or universal applicability of moral law: "By raising segregation and racial persecution to the ethical level of law, it puts into practice the antinomian rules of Orwell's world. Evil becomes good, inhumanity is interpreted as charity, egoism as compassion" (Elie Wiesel).
[From Medieval Latin Antinomī, antinomians, pl. of antinomus, opposed to the moral law : Greek anti-, anti- + Greek nomos, law; see nem- in Indo-European roots.]
an·ti·no·mi·an·ism
(ān'tĭ-nō'mē-ə-nĭz'əm) Pronunciation Key n.
- Theology The doctrine or belief that the Gospel frees Christians from required obedience to any law, whether scriptural, civil, or moral, and that salvation is attained solely through faith and the gift of divine grace.
- The belief that moral laws are relative in meaning and application as opposed to fixed or universal.
More importantly, my religious views follows that of an antinomian-- there is a relationship between God and me, and nobody else should be nosing in on it or imposing whatever beliefs onto me in order to get me in line. I'm an idiot when it comes to religion--except my own.
:P I also like the word "libertine" for the same reason.
Okay, that's enough junk. Rollin'!
She's fucking insane, folks. :D
"Please email me if you have any other ideas for topics...if not, I look forward to antagonizing the class into discussion with you." --From Michael's email last night.
Is there any reason not to have a high school crush on this guy? He shook my hand and I swear to god I haven't turned that red since I was eleven. :P However, we must repeat, HE'S MARRIED!
I also think the attraction is because he looks a lot like Alan (Eric's friend), and I've mentioned how cute he is to Eric maybe five or six times.
Ah well. Eric's birthday is on Tuesday, and have I done anything?! Nope! I so watned to get the 360, but now I'm wondering when I should get it. Also, it doesn't look very small, so it's not something I can smuggle home. ARGH. Mmmmmm. I have to go pick stuff up today. Should do that in a few minutes, I'll just lock my stuff in a Pacific collection locker. :3 Or not.
However, this Darnton essay is kicking my ass. Also, Lauzon broadly hinted I should go pick up things from the other weeks' readings for the discussion. Just because, you know, they're relevant. And extra work. WHY DO I LIKE THIS GUY AGAIN? Oh right, because he's freakin' brilliant.
I wish I didn't worship intelligence as religiously. Common sense screams at me, THIS IS GOING TO BE A DIFFICULT CLASS! And I always fail to react to the warning signs. This is my fourth class with him. Carrie's right, I'm bloody crazy.
I'm tired a lot. Not now, but like in an hour or two, I'm going to shut down. I can feel it.
Also, I have had an awful urge to go clubbing. Not to pick up boys or anything but... I just listened to Chris Brown's "Run It!" and the urge just came out of the blue. Ergh.
Also, someone has suggested that
I'm so very, very amused right now.
I'm at the UH Law Library because I didn't feel like walking up all the way to Hamilton and then back tracking back to Kuykendall after I walked three zillion miles with Stacy to her ballet class. I should have just left her at the apartment. XP It too me sooooo stinkin' long to find a desk to sit at so I can use the internet and my laptop. AUGH. In fact, I don't think I'm supposed to have my lap top plugged into this power bar under this desk, but man, no fucking way am I going to use up my battery, so whatever.
Also, if you awesome people get a chance, this should be sort of interesting.
Class in an hour, and my head hurts. Would it be out of line to fall asleep at the Law Library?
I should do homework or something. Kthx.
Seriously, I've always loved them. Stacy: STFU.
AND SINCE i LOVE THEM SO MUCH I WILL SPAM YOU WITH ONE OF MY FAVORITE VIDEOS.
ugh.
And I'm so disappointed in myself. Loser! :D
I also have to schedule a counseling session, but I'm just so tired. And it's raining and I'm outside waiting for my friend, and using the sucky internet connection available. So tired.
Everything just seems so overblown.
I may, however, get away with attributing this new pessimism to my loving boyfriend, who is with his new mistress, World of Warcraft.
It drives me nuts when he's playing WoW while on the phone with him. And I usually tell him I'm tired, and good night, and all the shit, when really, all I want is for him to GET OFF THAT FUCKING GAME FOR TWENTY MINUTES AND HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH ME THAT DOESN'T CONSIST OF ME LISTENING TO HIM QUESTING.
I don't mind his WoWing, just DOES IT HAVE TO BE DURING OUR PHONE TIME? ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU DO IT ALL FUCKING DAY?
Speaking of retards, my mother just came in and told we're having breakfast now. AT FIVE IN THE FUCKING MORNING. Okay, so I think I might be a little pissy because I think I'm going to have my period, but AUGHHHHHHH FIVE IN THE FUCKING MORNING. THAT'S FUCKING INDECENT. OKAY, SO I'M UP THAT EARLY, BUT SERIOUSLY, I'M DOING MINDLESS SHIT ON THE COMPUTER. BREAKFAST TAKES BRAIN CELLS PEOPLE!
I'm swearing up a storm like a sailor because i'm really moody and aughhhhhhh period.
*shakes self*
Started GRE Prep class last night, and realized, "Hey, maybe I didn't forget as much math as I thought." Then I started the practice problems and thought, "You know, I should have taken this exam when I left high school." Oh, if only I had actually realized that I wanted to go to graduate school.
Speaking of that, with all the schools and departments I want to apply to, grad school is going (excuse my language) be a fuckload of money wasted on applications. And let's not even talk about the other requirements like a writing sample or letters of recommendation.
AUGHHHHHHHHHH!
I'm breathing, really I am.
But Canti likes me plenty, and she's really cute. Of course,
Moving away from the subject of the cat, I have to admit, Eric's been pretty good about me calling him around 11 and listening to me struggle not to fall asleep on him.
Belinda just sent me a email for a fundraiser. As much as I love her, I'm going to be so incredibly poor by the time I take my GRE, and eight dollars for a chicken is slightly expensive. UGH.
I need to go work on theatre crap now. Ta-ta, and hopefully that suffices as my LJ entry for the month :P.
