Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Happy New Year!
posted by Kecia 9:38 PM
Wednesday, December 18, 2002
Scarlet
I think it's time to stop procrastinating. This story has disturbed me enough to make me stop, anyway.
posted by Kecia 5:35 PM
FanFiction.Net Story : Jack
Not HP-related, but amusing all the same. :)
posted by Kecia 1:36 PM
Today
Made tiny changes to my blog. Can you spot them?
(Keep me away from the nasty papers! I don't want to grade anymore! You can't make me!)
posted by Kecia 11:39 AM
Tuesday, December 17, 2002
From the Post
"Of course, one can still track certain irritations. Elijah Wood, as the game little hero Hobbit, Frodo Baggins, still relies entirely too much on a single expression: It's that stricken look, as if he's just learned that not only didn't he get into Harvard but he has been banned from ever setting foot in Massachusetts."
*snicker*
posted by Kecia 5:31 PM
Monday, December 16, 2002
Out of Context
From an IM conversation I had tonight. Reposted without permission. If you're offended, I'll take it down. I just thought all the other (2) people who read this would be as amused as I was.
Celeval: I just watched The Greatest Christmas Moment of All Time or somesuch. Random collection of TV shows, movies, and commercials on Fox.
Celeval: So I'm in a very Christmasy mood
Celeval: Not like I'm ever not
***
Lyrelle: Q1: blahblahblah . . . briefly describe the evidence for the involvement of RNA ploymerase II. How strong do you think this evidence is? In your opinion, what would constitute unequivocal proof?
Lyrelle: In my opinion, unequivocal proof would constitute being told it in class
Lyrelle: I suppose they won't accept that though :-\
Celeval: Heehee
Celeval: Unequivocal proof would be waking up to fiery letters in the sky: "RNA Polymerase II is involved." Well, for me at least.
Lyrelle: that could work
Celeval: See, I was going to try to be a smartass, and look up something intelligent about RNA Polymerase II on yahoo, so I could respond with something scientific, completely off the cuff, that happened to have bearing on the question. Unfortunately for me and my smart-assed-ness, the three pages I found were less comprehensible to me than the text of the Iliad translated from the original Greek to Hebrew and presented in Martian lettering. Sorry.
Celeval: Although, RNA polymerase II (Pol II) is a large (550 kDa) complex of 12 subunits that is at the heart of the transcription mechanism.
Celeval: I'd continue, but I got distracted at the next title: Transcription Termination by RNA Polymerase II: Cleavage and More Cleavage.
The above two snippets of conversation made my night. :-)
posted by Kecia 10:42 PM
But my feet hurt!
Whohoo! Today was my first day at the golden pot at the end of the rainbow. :-) It was fun, and I'd love to sit and type up a gloriously long entry about it, but I have a final to procrastinate for.
(btw, Deedie and D-daddy are in Trinidad. how weird is that?)
posted by Kecia 5:57 PM
Sunday, December 15, 2002
Bounce
posted by Kecia 3:14 PM
What Egyptian Deity are you? go to:the quiz!
*snerk* I am a nut, that's for sure.
posted by Kecia 12:14 AM
Friday, December 13, 2002
For the warm Christmas Fuzzies . . .
In Winter They Burn and An Elaborate Charade
Not high-quality, but guaranteed to make you want to go cuddle with your loved one. :)
posted by Kecia 4:25 PM
Thursday, December 12, 2002
Sad but Happy
A personal message of thanks from TLC to the fandom:
How You - Yes, You - Made History
As you undoubtedly have read on our front page by now, our attempts to win the card containing 93 words about Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix were thwarted when an anonymous American bidder pledged roughly $38,000 for the item.
Of course, we're sure you're disappointed in the result. However, our own disappointment over not winning the card notwithstanding, we are thrilled with the way the fandom came together to support The Leaky Cauldron’s massive charity drive.
In just eight days, 2200 of us donated money through Leaky, Inc. In just eight days, $24,000 was raised to support literacy. That's what's known as making a difference. That's called leaving the world a little better than we found it eight days ago.
Thanks to everyone who generously donated. You've shown what you truly are. Thanks to all news organizations and websites — especially BBC Newsround, BBC “Radio Five Live,” the New York Times, the Associated Press and Spin 103 FM in Ireland — that generously gave this charity drive such amazing press. Thank you to the thousands of Web masters who made and posted banners, and to the thousands of fans who sent news of our drive to every nook and cranny of the fandom they could think of. Without you, the donation would not have been nearly so substantial. Thanks to Sotheby's, for running such a worthy auction. Enormous thanks to J.K. Rowling, for yet again putting her money where her mouth is; it's not every celebrity who makes such stunning use of her influence.
It's unsurprising that most participants in this drive seemed more excited about the prospect of giving something to charity than of getting something out of Sotheby's - that's the Harry Potter Fandom we're all proud to be a part of. We didn’t get the card, but a lot of people just got a whole lot of books. When you fantastic donors are finally reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and your hearts are moved again by Harry's bravery, Ron's passion, and Hermione's ethics, remember: you're just like them.
The Leaky Cauldron team wishes you a very warm, safe and happy holiday season and congratulates you on making real magic.
Love from,
The entire staff of The Leaky Cauldron.
posted by Kecia 3:46 PM
Dear Darling Son and That Person You Married,
Merry Christmas to you, and please don't worry. I'm just fine considering I can't breathe or eat. The important thing is that you have a nice holiday, thousands of miles away from your ailing mother. I've sent along my last ten dollars in this card, which I hope you'll spend on my grandchildren. God knows their mother never buys them anything nice. They look so thin in their pictures, poor babies.
Thank you so much for the birthday flowers, dear boy. I put them in the freezer so they'll stay fresh for my grave. Which reminds me - we buried Grandma last week. I know she died years ago, but I got to yearning for a good funeral so Aunt Berta and I dug her up and had the services all over again. I would have invited you, but I know that woman you live with would have never let you come. I bet she's never even watched that videotape of my hemorrhoid surgery, has she?
Well son, it's time for me to crawl off to bed now. I lost my cane beating off muggers last week, but don't you worry about me. I'm also getting used to the cold since they turned my heat off and am grateful because the frost on my bed numbs the constant pain. Now don't you even think about sending any more money, because I know you need it for those expensive family vacations you take every year. Give my love to my darling grandbabies and my regards to whatever-her-name-is --the one with the black roots in her hair who stole you screaming from my bosom.
Merry Christmas,.
Love, Mom
--from one of those circulating emails, guaranteed to put you in the holiday spirit :)
posted by Kecia 10:00 AM
Wednesday, December 11, 2002
What's your sexual appeal?
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*snerk* apparently this is because I put my ideal boyfriend would be a girl, because who can pass up boobies - instead I would've been a nerd!slut. :)
posted by Kecia 9:31 PM
*squeak*
Bits and Pieces
I don't usually recommend not-completed stories, but what can I say, I'm a sap, and this is the best sort of sap. Incidentally, it's the only Molly/Arthur story I've read that got the characterizations and interaction right. Most of them tend to play up the cowed-husband bit too much. Not this one. :)
posted by Kecia 8:32 AM
Tuesday, December 10, 2002
For your reading pleasure
This one is not so much by me. It is much more by shana. I felt like posting it anyway. So there. (Matthew had better get home soon or my blog will be completely overrun by randomness.)
*
i have but one paragraph remaining in my lab report, and have spent the last hour avoiding writing it. i've played computer solitaire, read a chapter of _memnoch the devil_, eaten vanilla icecream (i'm out of chocolate), and checked the newsgroup approximately 81 times.
so i now present you with an inspired poem:
o lab report,
o report of lab,
o one that doth irritateth me:
to you i say
"fuck thee off!"
and yet still the msword cursor blinketh
blinky blink blink
at me
and i do asketh myself:
where is mine hammer?
posted by Kecia 6:47 PM
Intrusive
"Please provide a brief summary of your academic interests, career goals, and relevant background experience in the area provided below."
"Describe your career goals and research interests, as well as list your publications, work experience, and academic honors and organizations (in 2000 words or less) "
"Write a brief statement in the area below or mail it separately concerning your reasons for undertaking graduate study. Indicate, if appropriate, any specific areas of research interest. You may wish to discuss past work in your intended field and allied fields and outline your plans for a professional career. If there are special financial or academic circumstances you wish to bring to the attention of the graduate committee, please feel free to do so. "
"Write a brief statement in the area below or mail it separately describing any life experiences that you have had that you feel prepared you to pursue a graduate degree at a large, diverse institution such as University of Maryland. Among the items you may care to include would be how your interest in or knowledge of your chosen field developed, your community and family background, whether you are the first person in your family to pursue a higher education, or any other factors that you feel would contribute to the diversity of our academic community. Finally, give us some examples of your determination to pursue your goals, your initiative and ability to develop ideas, and/or your capacity for working through problems independently. "
"You are the art. You offend me. I do not want my tax dollars going to
you." - my personal essay, courtesy of Pete Abrams
posted by Kecia 6:35 PM
toner gloss cream mask
tonight i play the role of: girl
liner shadow
blush
posted by Kecia 6:32 PM
Three AM
my esheep
when dropped off the edge of
my screen. repeatedly
again and again and
again.
behaves strangely.
falls off on his own more.
cavorts as a mad
fool. grinning antically
the very hamlet
induced madness.
something
was broken in those falls
an essential screw
was shaken loose.
stares off into the distance.
mad purpose shaken
by the fall.
posted by Kecia 6:15 PM
The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure poor reasoning and inhibit clarity.
With a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog.
- Calvin & Hobbes
posted by Kecia 2:47 PM
"If I could die/ just for a moment/ let these worries/ work themselves out."
All my life all I've ever wanted to do is run away from everything. Constantly a Jonah, looking for a place to stop running.
I need to decide, one way or the other. To grow up and stop running, or to finally break free and leave. Unless, of course, the choice has already been made for me.
posted by Kecia 10:31 AM
Monday, December 09, 2002
Which IB Book are you?
posted by Kecia 7:18 AM
Sunday, December 08, 2002
Sad but True
What Toy From The 80s Are You
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posted by Kecia 8:30 AM
Saturday, December 07, 2002
Tuesday's the last day! Give while you can!
posted by Kecia 12:50 PM
Friday, December 06, 2002
For Kevin
Acts of Necessity is a short humour piece, set in CoS.
A Birthday Wish is full of sappy greatness.
Transcript of Meeting between Kloves and Rowling is best for those somewhat already immersed in the fandom, though it can be appreciated by those who weren't thrilled with the screenplay.
Waking Ron and Waking Hermione are fluffy companion pieces.
Tough Guide to Harry Potter isn't really a story, but it is hilarious. At least to the obsessed, like yours truly.
And of course, almost anything by Arabella.
I'm being called away to bed. Will edit this "grave responsibility" later . .
posted by Kecia 10:59 PM
Christmas at the Burrow
Minions, you know what to do . . .
posted by Kecia 7:57 PM
Thursday, December 05, 2002
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
CONTACT:
Melissa Anelli
President, Leaky Inc.
Managing Editor, The Leaky Cauldron
+1.917.838.1403
Web: http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org
E-Mail: info@the-leaky-cauldron.org
HARRY POTTER FANS UNITE TO RAISE MONEY FOR CHARITY
News Web site The Leaky Cauldron's "Get a Clue" campaign to benefit Book Aid International and curiosity about fifth Harry Potter installment.
NEW YORK CITY, NY - (4 December 2002) - The Leaky Cauldron (www.the-leaky-cauldron.org), a non-profit, international Harry Potter-themed news site, is uniting Harry Potter fans all over the world via its "Get a Clue" campaign. The effort, a global initiative driven by the opportunity for fans to gain a precious sneak peek into the highly-anticipated 5th Harry Potter book, aims to raise tens of thousands of dollars for charity.
"In mid-November, The Leaky Cauldron (TLC) heard that J.K. Rowling had donated a handwritten card containing information about the fifth Harry Potter to Sotheby's Auction House for a charity," explained Editor-in-Chief B.K. DeLong, "we were concerned that a wealthy fan would win the item and keep its contents private from the millions of fans eagerly awaiting for over two-and-a-half years to find out about the next book."
(The 5th installment of the series, tentatively titled "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix", is expected in stores sometime between 2Q and 3Q 2003.)
TLC editors felt this combination of charity fundraiser and fact-gathering expedition represented the perfect call to action for any Harry Potter fan: advocate children's literacy while finding out about the long-awaited Harry Potter volume.
In order to proxy a bid on behalf of Harry Potter fandom as a whole, Leaky Cauldron Managing Editor Melissa Anelli immediately went through official channels including incorporating as a New York State not-for-profit charity organization and registering with the New York State Attorney General's office. Now, (as Leaky, Inc.), the site has pledged to donate the thousands of dollars raised through this effort to Book Aid International (www.bookaid.org), (the charity for which the Sotheby's auction is being held), regardless of who enters the winning bid.
Contributions can be made via PayPal.com (through account name "Leaky, Inc." or e-mail "donations@the-leaky-cauldron.org") until December 10, 2002, and can be mailed to 28 Stafford Avenue, Staten Island, NY 10312, as long as checks are received by December 7, 2002 and postal/money orders are received by December 10, 2002. Wire transfer information can be obtained by contacting info@the-leaky-cauldron.org.
All money donated (minus costs of running the fundraiser and PayPal/wiring fees) will be used towards the bid. Any surplus will be donated directly to Book Aid International. The item won will be redistributed according to legal allowances, post-auction.
"TLC's editors felt that the site's hundreds of thousands of readers would each be willing to donate $1.00 or more in order to ensure access to the coveted card," said TLC editor Heidi Tandy, "and we knew that our site would be well-placed to win the auction allowing us to bring the 93-word summary of the next Harry Potter book to millions of fans around the world."
About The Leaky Cauldron (Leaky, Inc.)
The Leaky Cauldron is a international, non-profit, Harry Potter-themed Web site run by a handful of dedicated fans in their spare time under the guise of Leaky, Inc. a New York-based, not-for-profit corporation. The site's goal is to provide the Harry Potter fan community with the most recent and detailed news about the Harry Potter enterprise including books, movies and related merchandise. For more information, visit http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org.
posted by Kecia 1:42 PM
Spacefem.com: What Kind Of Evil Are You?
posted by Kecia 1:33 PM
Ahhhhhh . . .
What a perfect day. I'm sitting here, reading a story, with a lunch of piping hot pasta in front of me, prepared just the way I like it, and every so often glancing out the window where the world looks like a shaken snowglobe.
This is the life.
posted by Kecia 10:32 AM
Squeeeeee!
Snow!
Snow snow snow snow no school snow snow snow no work for me snow snow snow oh shoot i have to grade papers anyway snow snow snow snow snow snow . . .
There's lots of snow outside.
Just so you know.
posted by Kecia 8:11 AM
Wednesday, December 04, 2002
Recommended Stories
AtE, of course, as I've previously mentioned.
Arabella's Not As a Last Resort, and The Very Secret Diary.
Ciircee's With Quill in Trembling Hand.
Oh, and Arabella's (I'm a big Arabella fan, can you tell?) Before the Beginning, followed by Ciircee's To Be Hufflepuff.
Okay, I'm getting sleepy. The rest of the Highly Important Fanfiction-that-I-confuse-with-Canon List will have to wait. Besides, it hasn't started snowing yet, and I'm getting grumpy. :-/ Silly snow.
posted by Kecia 11:10 PM
The Dry Toast of Mutual Understanding
On the topic of the SuddenlyMuscular!Harry that frequently makes an appearance in H/Hr fics, Madeline Elster writes: "Let us not forget his Seeking. Lord knows how ripped you can get sitting around on your butt doing nothing except *looking* for something."
Yup. I'm obsessed. But it's fun!
posted by Kecia 7:23 AM
Monday, December 02, 2002
Quote of the Morning:
"So when you hear someone sneer at the Harry Potter books, either they haven't read them, and are therefore too ignorant to be listened to, or they haven't understood them, and are therefore not clever enough to take part in serious adult conversations."--Orson Scott Card
posted by Kecia 6:41 AM
Sunday, December 01, 2002
Quirrell/Lockhart--save us God.
From the incomparable No-Shippers' Anthem by Rage Point.
posted by Kecia 10:53 PM
Thursday, November 28, 2002
Mmmmm . . . stuffed . . .
Once again defying my mother's predictions of doom, and dashing my in-law's hopes, I triumph in the preparation of the time-honered dessert, the pumpkin pie. So good as to provoke Matthew to question whether hash had been included without his knowledge, it sits, smug in the knowledge that it will be devoured quickly, along with its companion, the whipped cream, and neither will be left in the back of the fridge to grow moldy long past their time.
The rest of the food was good too. :) The turkey was a little salty, and there was too much food all around, but all in all I'm very proud of myself.
And very full.
posted by Kecia 7:18 PM
Tuesday, November 26, 2002
EEEEEEEEEEEEE!
New AtE chapter!!! Go read it, my minions! And squeal with the wonderfulness that is AtE!!!
posted by Kecia 8:22 PM
Saturday, November 23, 2002
Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?
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Heh. I'm going to bed . . .
posted by Kecia 11:07 PM
coldcoldcold!
Tired and grumpy tonight - well, why should tonight be any different - but the important thing is, it's *just* because I'm tired. No stresses with school, no fights with matthew, no latent dissatisfaction. Just tired.
Who knew what a relief that would be?
In other news, it's REALLY FRICKIN COLD outside. It was fine earlier today, just a nice November briskiness, but then the sun disappeared around four-thirty (which, by the way, I'm tired of) and the temperature plummeted. We were out, and had left a window open. That was a mistake.
Watched the rest of the LoTR extended DVD tonight. :) We haven't gotten to the 'bonus material' yet, but we've liked what we've seen so far, though I've talked Matthew around to my view that it packs a more focused cinematic punch the way they released it. So, yay.
I'm off to grade more papers - or maybe just go to bed. Mmmmsleep. . .
posted by Kecia 11:03 PM
Thursday, November 21, 2002
Which female sex symbol are you?
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*snerk* Yeah, I wish. (And probably so does Matthew!)
posted by Kecia 8:52 AM
Tuesday, November 19, 2002
And, my personal favorite:Feel The Raw Naked Lyrelle Of The Road.
posted by Kecia 9:42 PM
I Can't Believe It's Not The Advertising Slogan Generator!Any Time, Any Place, Lyrelle.
~
Men Can't Help Acting On Lyrelle.
~
Top Breeders Recommend Lyrelle.
posted by Kecia 9:31 PM
"I suddenly understood why my friends, who I'd thought were slightly backward, had been so addicted to these children's books. They're like crack."
~Jason Isaacs, aka Lucius Malfoy
posted by Kecia 9:20 PM
Monday, November 18, 2002
I'm unique, just like everyone else . . .
Was avoiding work by looking at random LJs (I'm pathetic, I know.) and came across this line: "What I'd like, what I'd really like, is to have a bunch of my friends come over and have pie and watch a movie. But that would involve having a bunch of friends. Maybe I can have a party with somebody else's friends." It made me smile. :) (Of course, then it made me worry, because what does it imply about my maturity level that I identify with a whiny 16-year old? Don't answer that.)
Right now I'm watching the sun come up in lieu of doing work. I really need to get my sleeping cycle stabilized.
Full of worries today. It's going to be one of those no-eating days, I can already tell, because it's six in the morning and my stomach is already twisted tight with worry.
From the same LJ as before: "I don't know. I've never really paid attention to grades. I think of them as something that just happens, something you can't really control, like the tides."
posted by Kecia 6:14 AM
Sunday, November 17, 2002
* Which Tragic Shakespearean Heroin are You? *
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I'm not that innocent or sweet . . and I just don't see TragicDane!Matthew. She is my favorite, though. :)
So I had the idea tonight that maybe I should use this space to chronicle my trip through grad school. As good and useful and idea as that is, I am spurning it for two reasons: 1) I don't know that I'm going to stick with grad school as it is. It sux.
You know, I don't want to finish this entry. Matthew and I are fighting again for the nth time this week.
posted by Kecia 10:19 PM
Thursday, November 14, 2002
Gah!
So I've just become aware of the forum ghost broohaha over at SQ, and I think that some people need to get a life. Just because you post on a board does not give you a right to be offended if you feel reluctant to post. A&Z could decide that people are only allowed to post about oranges, if they want, and it would be fine. It is their board. Good grief.
For the record, I, too, am reluctant to post there. And it is probably a Good Thing. No one wants to see most things I end up not posting.
I wish I could do something for the good admins of SQ just to let them know how much they are appreciated. Brownies, anyone?
posted by Kecia 6:09 PM
You are married to...
The Weasley Boy Marriage Quiz
made by Sapphire.
Whoohoo! Percy! (Though we all know he belongs with Penelope.) Really, of the Weasley men, Arthur is the best husband material, but Percy's not far behind. :)
posted by Kecia 8:42 AM
Wednesday, November 13, 2002
*snerk*
from www.googlism.com
Lyrelle is a powerful speaker and in addition to aids
is an epidemiologist
is one of our most explosive and dynamic forwards
is certainly no stranger to this campus
is a multi
is not just a studio artist
is director of resource development for the united way of south cameron county
is an avid ohio state football fan
is a homemaker and works part
is a housewife who spends her time raising the kids
is continuing a website project she started in a summer section of educ 490 on world language
is the 1
is an active member of the investment management consultants organization
is this really cool friend i used to hang out with in high school in port mcneill
is simply a beautiful model with a tremendous amount of charm and grace
is a powerful speaker who addresses her own personal issues with sexual abuse
is a member of the seven sisters book club
is on the faculty at uga
is a psychology professor at the university of georgia
is concerned about the source of some of the grain and beans
is 24 inches with a vinyl head
is getting prettier and prettier
is one of them; and because she is honest and open
is only one of two african
is native american
posted by Kecia 9:08 AM
Tuesday, November 12, 2002
Rain, rain, go away!
Cold, dreary day outside. The cherry trees outside the TA office are already stripped bare for the winter. It's blustery, cold, and rainy. Blech. I have a tonne of homework to do, and my kids took an exam today - which means I have a stack of papers to grade. Thirty-six kids, thirteen pages each. Blarg.
On the bright side, I have a bag of Funyans in my lap. And tonight's Buffy night. Except . .. I've finally been hooked on the West Wing. So now my Wednesday nights are completely shot - Enterprise, then West Wing. Stupid hour-long shows. I haven't been watching Buffy as religiously, though (this season annoys me. too much .. . er . . . witchy stuff. don't drag religion into it! it's bad enough i'm watching a show about vampires!), so that's only one night a week. And that's all the television I watch, so that's not that bad, right? The hours I spend abusing DSL, on the other hand . . . .
posted by Kecia 2:16 PM
"Sssoo hungry . . . for ssssoo long . . . ."
Go read The Very Secret Diary now. Arabella created it to be read before CoS. Make sure you have the light on.
posted by Kecia 7:50 AM
"Already burning into the night . . . "
So, while I've been procrastinating, I've been reading other people's blogs. Strangers, who had a quiz/picture/phrase that caught my eye. And I was struck by the profound nature of many of the posts. Sure, not all of them, and sure, blogging by nature draws the introspective interesting types, but it made me thing about my own blog. I wish it could be pretty, but that's a matter of not knowing how and not caring enough to learn, which doesn't really bother me. On the other hand, it's the fire behind the words, the 'look at me, i have a soul, i exist, i am burning' that my words lack. Why is that?
None of the answers I can come up with console me.
posted by Kecia 7:45 AM
Monday, November 11, 2002
What lame pick up line are you?
*snerk* this is me, avoiding grading . . . and apparently coming up with pick-up lines to boot . . .
posted by Kecia 9:12 PM
Wheee! change time again! Still looking for a way to make this work more reliably . . . though I think the problem's with my own computer . . .
posted by Kecia 6:50 PM
More from git.talk.haiku:Georgia tag spotted
Welcome sight so far from home
Wonder whose it is
Night not long ago
Saw a car's GT sticker
Wanted to hug it
Homesickness
Roller coaster ride
Such is life
posted by Kecia 6:22 PM
Sunday, November 10, 2002
from git.talk.haiku:Relativism:
Fully Incompatible
With Engineering.
-Erich Plondke
posted by Kecia 4:24 PM
Saturday, October 26, 2002
Who is your inner-Lupin?
posted by Kecia 2:12 PM
posted by Kecia 9:18 AM
Friday, October 25, 2002
AHA!
Made a template change . . . I don't know that I'll stick with this one - it's a little too . . . bright, or something. But we'll see if it stops losing my posts now. Of course, now I have to redo all the customization thingees. Oh well, the comment code never worked anyway.
posted by Kecia 5:27 PM
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
That's *two* posts that blogger has eaten in the past week! Not that my words are all that important or anything, but still, it's annoying. I wish that I had a LJ like everyone else.
blogblogblog . . . still in lab. It's nice to be doing labwork again, but I'd forgotten how annoying the 'sitting-and-waiting' part is. Especially on Friday afternoons. When everyone else in the building is gone. Oh well. I could be taking advantage of this excellent opportunity to do some homework, but noooo . . . :)
posted by Kecia 5:21 PM
Thursday, October 17, 2002
I don't normally have the urge to hug cars.
Especially station wagons.
But tonight I had to suppress the urge to fondle a small green station wagon with a GT parking permit, GT sticker, and fulton county license plate.
I think I'm homesick. Silly football games.
posted by Kecia 11:52 PM
Friday, October 11, 2002
Which Sexy Comic Book Woman Are You?
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Yeah, because I look like that. All the time, just let me tell you. Especially the scanty clothing . . .
So, another week gone by, and I'm exhausted. I've been getting plenty of sleep - anywhere from 6-9 hours a night, but my eyes are bloodshot and I can barely drag myself through the day. At least I'm not the only one - seems like it's just part of the grad school experience. We were all kind of dragging through classes today. Even Mandy's hair wasn't quite as perky as usual. (Though I suppose that could've been due to all the dampness . . . it's so pretty here, all rainy and misty, especially when I don't have to go out in it. The weather's getting all crispy and fally and octoberful here. It's exciting.)
Most of my kitchen stuff's unpacked. I have a lot of dishes. It's fun finding a place for them all, though, after that month when we couldn't move into the kitchen. Finally, no more boxes! I think it irritates Matthew, though, the way I've left bubble wrap strewn two feet deep throughout the apartment. We're hoping to get mostly unpacked tomorrow. I also have to grade my first exams and prepare my genetics presentation. Blech. So much for a restful weekend. Next weekend, though, we're heading to the last weekend of the Renfair - hopefully it will be drier then. (In every sense of the word - this weekend is Oktoberfest.) And the weekend after that, we have a stressful-event-that-cannot-be-named-because-it-is-a-suprise, for which I have to clean house. And refinish the dining room table. And slipcover the couch. And lose fifty pounds.
Sigh.
I'm excited though . . . have I mentioned how lovely the view is here? Oh, that's right, I did, but blogger lost that post. Grrrrr. At any rate, we can see the capitol and the washington monument and the national cathedral. And lots and lots of trees and pretty lights. :)
Next week is the big UMD/Tech game! Whohoo! If my alumni shirt was here, I'd wear it. But it's not. I hope Hugh hasn't lost it. :( Speaking of which, Matthew and I were discussing Hugh tonight. He can't complain about his lack of play in the past year, as it is his own fault in several ways. Girls continually throw themselves at him, and he brushes them off. Silly Hugh. Silly Kevin. Silly Aaron. Boys are dumb.
Matthew's sound asleep already. I guess I should go to bed too . . .
posted by Kecia 11:39 PM
Thursday, October 10, 2002
AAARGH!!!
missing posts to this again.
*grumbles*
(and it was so cute, too!)
posted by Kecia 11:18 AM
Thursday, September 26, 2002
*whine*
I should be working on the paper/homework/quiz that's due tomorrow. I've justified my not doing so by the fact I only have ten minutes before I have to go teach. This depresses me, though, as I haven't worked on it all day and I won't have time to until *after* my plate-pouring adventure this afternoon. And I'm hot and tired and slackerly and the people in my office are TOO LOUD. On top of it all I've got rotations to do and it all sucks, sucks, sucks.
Ahem. Sorry about that. In other news, it's a glorious day outside, and only two days until the weekend! Whee! Admittedly, I probably won't be doing much more than cleaning house and doing homework this weekend, but at least I'll finally get to watch my Buffy tape. :-)
Despite the rant above, things are looking up. Admittedly, they couldln't possibly get much worse than the beginning of this week, but it's nice to have a change for the better. At least I'm not bursting into tears every second hour. Though tonight, when I have all that homework to finish, might be a different story. :-P
*laughs* My fellow grad students have branded me a crazy lunatic slacker. All because I don't get all worked up about the shafting Dr.(sic) Mount's giving us. That's one good thing about Tech - it inures you to such things. A little shafting never hurt anyone. A lot of people would be a lot better off if they realized that sometimes life isn't just going to be fair, and in fact, you shouldn't expect it to be.
Maybe I should take my own advice.
posted by Kecia 11:31 AM
Saturday, September 21, 2002
Eee! Apparently there are lots of MD/DC/VA Quillers about! How nifty! Now, if only I weren't too shy to meet some of them . . .
Yeah, so I've been doing a lot of quiz posts lately. I haven't felt much like typing the not-so-profound thoughts I've been having lately. We'll see if that changes(hopefully soon and for the better.)
posted by Kecia 10:17 AM
Friday, September 20, 2002
posted by Kecia 3:51 PM
I'm getting there. I don't suck, but I've got a ways to go.
*snickers*
posted by Kecia 3:17 PM
Thursday, September 19, 2002
what sort of weirdo are you?
this quiz by belle
posted by Kecia 5:05 PM
CBBC Newsround | UK | Newsround talks exclusively to JK Rowling
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!
posted by Kecia 4:46 PM
Apocalypse Last Night
All I can say is I'm glad my gte account will be expiring within the month, so I won't have to hear about what happens. What I do hear will be filtered through Aaron and Kevin, and I can handle that. No more. After this month, besides the friendships and emotional scars, my one connection to DT will be a small brass key on my Georgia keychain.
It's actually kind of sad. Between Matthew and I, we put a lot of blood, sweat, and tears in that place, and now it's disintegrating.
In other news, I got my gradebook today. I have the power!!! This power comes at a price, however: stacks and stacks of lab reports to grade. Bleh.
current mood:
posted by Kecia 3:43 PM
Monday, September 16, 2002
Long time passing . . .
Where have all the posts gone? I don't know, but this is starting to worry me a tad . . . I tried to look at my blog this morning, and instead of mine, discantus.blogspot.com pulled up some other chick's website. Admittedly hers is much prettier than mine, but it's not, well, mine.
*goes off in a corner to pout*
posted by Kecia 8:44 AM
Sunday, September 15, 2002
Ginny's in the trailer! Whoohoo!!!
http://www.the-leaky-cauldron.org/images/2002/09/COSTrailer2-7.html
Edited to say: This image is no longer there, because naughty people have been stealing bandwidth. Whether I am one of those naughty people would be a lot easier to determine if I knew what, exactly, constituted stealing bandwidth.
posted by Kecia 10:01 AM
Saturday, September 14, 2002
my teeth hurt, and i am tired
so i was pondering tonight my near-constant feeling of unwantedness, primarily among groups of friends, and came to no real conclusion. alas, such is life. i suppose everyone has this many psychological issues, but just doesn't gripe about them as much as i do. just like my job-indecision. i spent one whole evening this past week sniffling into my pillow because i didn't know what i wanted to do with my life, and the next day i heard people discussing in the TA office that they had the exact same problem. at least if i'm dysfunctional, i'm not alone.
posted by Kecia 12:58 AM
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
Agnus Dei, qui tolis peccata mundi . . . Kyrie eleison
So I feel like I should be posting here some profound thoughts about the meaning of this day, the changes in my life because of it, where I was when it happened, that sort of thing.
But I'm not.
It's already a little too much. Here in DC, you can't escape it. And there's good reason for that. But I need to distance myself from it - I can't let myself feel all that again.
So . . . Humorous stories from Micro Lab! makes its initial appearance on this page. This was my first week of teaching, and it was . . . humorous, to say the least.
1) Never admit to the class you don't know what the hell's going on. I didn't say so in as many words, but I was pretty clueless today. Who knew filamentous fungi was supposed to look like that? Damn intro labs. (and they all knew I was clueless, too, which was the worst part.)
2)TAing makes you swear a lot. More, even, because you can't say any of it aloud. "Damn fucking moron kids" is strongly discouraged as a term to use to your class to explain to them how really stupid you think they are.
3) There will always be N number of kids, where N>half, that know more than you about the subject you're trying to teach them. This especially applies if you're teaching a subject you haven't taken in the last five years.
4) What is up with the hair-braiders and the flirters? Case A, the hair braiders, sit in the back of the class and calmly fix and refix each other's copious amounts of hair throughout the entire class. They always have the best results, so I feel like I can't say anything to them about it. Maybe that's the secret - annoy your instructor to death, and your results will be wonderful. It seems to work with the flirter too. Now, he seems to be quite the ladies' man, so at least it's not just me that he's CONTINUALLY HITTING ON, but it's annoying all the same. And his results are always perfect. If I were just a tad bit more vindictive, some people's plates would "accidentally" get left out of the incubator next week.
Really, it's not that bad. And in my T-Th labs, when I've already practiced on the hapless M-W folks, it's quite enjoyable.
Just not on three hours' sleep.
posted by Kecia 5:13 PM
Sunday, September 01, 2002
You are Kermit!
Though you're technically the star, you're pretty mellow and don't mind letting others share the spotlight. You are also something of a dreamer.
posted by Kecia 10:21 AM
Friday, August 23, 2002
See what drug you are.
This made my day. :)
posted by Kecia 4:41 PM
Nuuu! I am a Ravenclaw! Well, I guess they'd admire her scholastic abilities. Besides, anyone that can turn into a cat is pretty cool in my book.
posted by Kecia 4:20 PM
Sunday, August 18, 2002
*giggles madly* I'm not sure that picture'll work, so lets just say some random quiz identified Kafka as my literary mate. :) *jumps around, making monkey noises*
posted by Kecia 2:07 AM
Kyrie, rex genitor ingenite, vera essentia, eleyson.
Kyrie, luminis fons rerumque conditor, eleyson.
Kyrie, qui nos tuæ imaginis signasti specie, eleyson.
Christe, Dei forma humana particeps, eleyson.
Christe, lux oriens per quem sunt omnia, eleyson.
Christe, qui perfecta es sapientia, eleyson.
Kyrie, spiritus vivifice, vitæ vis, eleyson.
Kyrie, utriqusque vapor in quo cuncta, eleyson.
Kyrie, expurgator scelerum et largitor gratitæ; quæsumus propter nostrasoffensas noli nos relinquere, O consolator dolentis animæ, eleyson (ed. Burntisland, 929).
[Lord, King and Father unbegotten, True Essence of the Godhead, have mercy on us.
Lord, Fount of light and Creator of all things, have mercy on us.
Lord, Thou who hast signed us with the seal of Thine image, have mercy on us.
Christ, True God and True Man, have mercy on us.
Christ, Rising Sun, through whom are all things, have mercy on us.
Christ, Perfection of Wisdom, have mercy on us.
Lord, vivifying Spirit and power of life, have mercy on us.
Lord, Breath of the Father and the Son, in Whom are all things, have mercy on us.
Lord, Purger of sin and Almoner of grace, we beseech Thee abandon us notbecause of our Sins, O Consoler of the sorrowing soul, have mercy on us.]
from the Catholic Encyclopedia: Kyrie Eleison
posted by Kecia 12:58 AM
Friday, August 16, 2002
I've just come to the conclusion that Matthew is a very great deal like Arthur Weasley. Well, except for the whole 'fictional character' part.
*wanders around, feeling disturbed*
posted by Kecia 6:21 PM
Wednesday, August 14, 2002
Gah. Headache. Wonder if it's all the chemicals sprayed in hear in the past week . . . The war with the roaches goes on. They're sustaining heavy losses, but there's so MANY of them. Stupid people in the apartment before us. Stupid people that took our real apartment. Grr.
In other news, the living room is beginning to be walk-through-able. Sort of. I can't decide what to keep packed until October and what I should go ahead and unpack. While Matthew is gone I'm busy burying his room under boxes and boxes of stuff simply because I'm tired of looking at it in the living room. Perhaps I should clean that up before he returns . . .
I'm sending out my 'I've moved!' email today, I think. I hope I have everyone on there - it's hard to tell, with all the stupid gte numbers. Now I just have to figure out what to say in it. Also this week I have to: 1)figure out a professor to work with (hopefully before tomorrow - I've got it narrowed down to ten-ish) 2)get frames, chair, trashcan, and school clothes from Target 3) go to JoAnn's fabrics to do something about the state of our furniture. I also need to finish unpacking (yeah, right) and catch up on some real reading. I'm still terribly nervous about the start of school . . . I've never done any real research before, not publishable stuff anyway, and *everyone* else has . . .
I think I'm going to go find some Advil.
posted by Kecia 5:24 PM
I Am The Sex Toy:
Fuzzy Cuffs: Everyone knows who's in charge here, its me! I'll grab you by the wrists and not let go until you are good and done. Ten-hut!Find out what sex toy you are.
And now you know . . . Strange, the things I do to avoid unpacking . ..
posted by Kecia 1:49 PM
You are 52% geek You are a geek. Good for you! Considering the endless complexity of the universe, as well as whatever discipline you happen to be most interested in, you'll never be bored as long as you have a good book store, a net connection, and thousands of dollars worth of expensive equipment. Assuming you're a technical geek, you'll be able to afford it, too. If you're not a technical geek, you're geek enough to mate with a technical geek and thereby get the needed dough. Dating tip: Don't date a geek of the same persuasion as you. You'll constantly try to out-geek the other. Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com
posted by Kecia 1:44 PM
Monday, August 05, 2002
our distinct personality, The Shepherd is to tend to your human flock. You understand the needs of those for whom you are responsible. Shepherds are vigilant and reliable. You realize your obligation and commitment to the well being of those entrusted to your care. Shepherds are very dependable. You engender a feeling of comfort and stability to those within your charge. On the positive side, Shepherds can be empathic, caring, understanding, practical and realistic. On the negative side, you may be manipulative, close-minded and sentimentally rigid. Interestingly, your preference is just as applicable in today's corporate kingdoms.
(from http://www.cmi-lmi.com/enterppp.html)
posted by Kecia 5:07 PM
what's your inner flower?
[c] s u g a r d
e w
I'm recovering from my all-too-stressful day (*whaps her new apt. complex with a shovel*) by pigging out on chocolate and online quizzles . . .
posted by Kecia 4:58 PM
Thursday, August 01, 2002
I'm the book version of Frodo!
Intellectual, pioneering, subtle, and misunderstood, nothing beats a true original.
posted by Kecia 1:27 AM
Saturday, July 27, 2002
Reason number 1238979457 to be no longer going out with my ex-boyfriend: He actively searches for excuses not to practise his linguistic skills.
Glad I didn't have to find that one out the hard way . . . ah, .personals, how I shall miss thee . . .
posted by Kecia 1:23 AM
This one is Ginny, with her hair tucked up by her wand . . . This one's my favourite, I think. :) Silly Harry - ah well, he'll figure it out someday.
posted by Kecia 12:22 AM
Yay! This is (supposed to be) Hermione, looking as if she's about to tell Ron off for something . . . I got the body from some website, which I will properly credit once I find the link to it again . . .
Current mood:
posted by Kecia 12:09 AM
Friday, July 26, 2002
Intuition. Insight. Emotions. Feelings.
Take the quiz.
Like Ravenclaw, I get this over and over and over . . .
posted by Kecia 1:24 PM
My bumper sticker reads:
Yes, you.
Take the quiz.
posted by Kecia 1:20 PM
Thursday, July 25, 2002
"Don't Let Me Get Me"
(taken from Pink or Pynk or P!nk or somebody)
Never won first place, I don't support the team
I can't give directions, and my socks are never clean
Teachers doted on me, my parents smothered me
I was always in the library 'cause I can't do nothin' right
Everyday I fight a war against the mirror
I can't take the person starin' back at me
I'm a hazard to myself
Don't let me get me
I'm my own worst enemy
Its bad when you annoy yourself
So irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else
Harvard told me, "You'll be a bio star,
All you have to change is everything you are."
Tired of being compared to damn Anne Margaret
She's so perfect, that just ain't me.
Doctor, doctor won't you please prescribe somethin'
A day in the life of someone else?
'Cos I'm a hazard to myself
Don't let me get me
I'm my own worst enemy
Its bad when you annoy yourself
So irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else
posted by Kecia 10:52 AM
Wednesday, July 24, 2002
*tentatively tries this again*
Edit: Squeeee! It works! Finally!!!
posted by Kecia 12:55 AM
Tuesday, July 23, 2002
Where do YOU belong?
Yay! Confirmation once again!
posted by Kecia 12:28 PM
Thursday, July 18, 2002
For anyone coming here from GryffindorTower - The towerstock pics are under the entry for the 15th. Apparently they're not coming up for some of you - I apologize, but I don't know how to fix it. The photos are also available at the Queens of H/G mailing list.
posted by Kecia 10:29 AM
Tuesday, July 16, 2002
Which Tom Riddle ship are you?
This made me laugh. And laugh. :-) Here's what the description said:
Canon? You know it backwards. Fanon? You've seen it all. Jaded, restless, yet still obsessed with Weasleys... no wonder you're Tom/Percy.
Finally, a ship worthy of your talents and experience! You're over here, and you haven't been quite this excited since... last week... or was it last year? This is the big one! Bigger than Snape/Filch, or Draco/Cedric, or Sirius/Fudge... God, it's been a busy month for you, hasn't it?
Now you have smut! (Should Tom always be on top, or is Dom!Percy a workable option?) And angst. (Will Percy ever admit that Tom was responsible for his terrific NEWTs?) And romance. (What about Penelope? Oh, she's shagging Ginny. Okay.) And suspense. (How much oral sex does it take to make Percy shut up about cauldron bottoms?)
What a discovery! What a challenge! Could be enough to hold your attention for up to three whole days. Then you're morphing to Tom/Fred/George. Or Lucius/Ron. The fandom is a fickle witch, and so are you.
(I really hope none of my relatives ever find this thing. Like, say, Matthew's grandparents. That would be bad.)
posted by Kecia 7:02 PM
Take the "What kind of cone are you?" Test
created by sami
I'm so cute! (I'm also really bored. Hence all the quizzles.)
posted by Kecia 6:53 PM
You are Critter Country, home of Splash Mountain and future location for the Winnie the Pooh ride! You stick to the basics and enjoy going to the country so you can get away from it all. Most of all, you like old-fashioned grub! Which Disneyland land are you?
Whohoo! It's me! Well, sort of. I've only been once, but it was enough to make me reallyreallyreally want to go back . . .
posted by Kecia 6:50 PM
Monday, July 15, 2002
TowerStock Pictures!!!
This is us at the Olive Garden. (It wasn't really this dark. Blame my scanner.)
This is us + the large concrete horse in front of P.F. Chang's, where we did not eat. I think we managed to alarm several passers-by. Not to mention the horse. I'm not a big fan of me in this picture, but oh well.
Yay, Towerstock. It was a fun day. *misses the people from her far away and soon-to-be-farther-away home*
posted by Kecia 10:16 PM
Sunday, July 14, 2002
For my very own Upside Down Penguin Perpetrator, and Koala Extraordinaire:
When I'm lost, in the rain
In your eyes I know I'll find the light
To light my way
When I'm scared, losing ground
When my world is going crazy
You can turn it all around.
And when I'm down you're there
Pushing me to the top
You're always there giving me all you've got
For a shield, from the storm
For a friend, for a love to keep me safe and warm
I turn to you
For the strength, to be strong
For the will to carry on
For everything you do, for everything that's true
I turn to you.
When I lose the will to win
I just reach for you and I can reach The sky again,
I can do anything
'Cause your love is so amazing
'Cause your love inspires me
And when I need a friend
You're always on my side
Giving me faith taking me through the night.
For the arms to be my shelter through all the rain
For truth that will never change
For someone to lean on
For a heart I can rely on through anything
For the one who I can run to,
I turn to you...
For a shield from the storm,
For a friend, for a love to keep me safe and warm
I turn to you
For the strength to be strong
For the will to carry on
For everything you do
For everything that's true
I turn to you.
-I Turn To You
Written by Diane Warren
posted by Kecia 11:16 PM
yay for having a blog that is more like a livejournal than a blog . . . yay for being of no usefulness whatsoever . . . (this is me, being tired of cleaning my room so prospective buyers will be favourably impressed. grr.)
posted by Kecia 11:02 PM
Question: "How many elves does it take to change a lantern?"
Answer: "10. 1 to change it, 1 to fall in love with him, and 8 to write epic ballads about the other two."
posted by Kecia 6:06 PM
Thursday, July 11, 2002
the two of us. :-) this is mostly a test to see if i can get this to work, so i'll just say here that the models for these figures were taken from a website - but i don't know which one. if this works, i'll post a link to it tomorrow. after sleep. mmmsleep . . .
posted by Kecia 11:31 PM
*crosses her fingers, prays, and blows kisses northwards*
posted by Kecia 11:14 PM
Tuesday, July 09, 2002
I hate the world today
You're so good to me, I know
but I can't change
-Bitch, Meredith Brooks
posted by Kecia 6:02 PM
Monday, July 08, 2002
From The Strength To Love
By Martin Luther King, Jr.
The meaning of love is not to be confused with some sentimental outpouring. Love is something much more than emotional bosh…An overflowing love which seeks nothing in return,[agape] is the love of God operating in the human heart…Love is the most durable power in the world. This creative force, so beautifully exemplified in the life of our Christ, is the most potent instrument available in mankind's quest for peace and security…The great military leaders of the past have gone, and their empires have crumbled and burned to ashes. But the empire of Jesus, built solidly and majestically on the foundation of love, is still growing.
posted by Kecia 10:45 PM
Hearing from one's ex-boyfriend is not the most promising way to start an Monday morning. *growls*
posted by Kecia 8:21 AM
Sunday, July 07, 2002
*nck nck*
What fuzzy creature are you?
It's me! It really is! Okay, so maybe I should go to bed. (Look at me, I'm a squirrel going to bed)
So, if you could be an animagi, what would you be? I had decided the other day to be a panther, but now I'm thinking squirrel . . . less cool, but possibly more useful . . .hrm . . not that I'll ever be required to make this decision . . .oh well.
Speaking of HPesque things, I started the final part to my ficlet trilogy the other night, but my mom kept interrupting. It was probably for the best anyway - it mostly sucked. I liked it though, despite it's suckage. And since no one reads this - except maybe Kevin when he gets bored - I'm going to post the opening here. All ungrammarchecked and everything. So there.
So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
-Metallica “nothing else matters”
It was dawn. Clear and cold, the sun rose above the horizon to face an empty world. Snow lay on the ground; not new fallen, but frozen over of the cold winter’s work, giving the appearance of many years’ residence, sparkling across the moor. The shadows lengthened as the day brightened, sending the snow into a frenzy of brilliance and shadows. White, searing white ran up to the world’s edge and hurled itself into the blue of a new day. Only one hollow, near to that edge, marred the dichromatic landscape. Viewed from an owl’s height, nearly lost in shadow, twinned pools of red and black splashed against the white. A child’s still life, drawn with a moralist’s paintbrush.
The pool of black stirred, moaned, and resolved itself into a man, dressed in school robes. Green eyes blinked and focused as the man – Harry, the boy-who-lived – slowly met consciousness.
~~~
And now I really am going to bed. I think.
posted by Kecia 11:31 PM
The deranged inner child in all of us
Find out what anime girl you are.
*laughs* Who knew?
posted by Kecia 11:19 PM
This is me, in a very mellow mood. mmmmBrandenburg concertos . . . Had several brainstorms today, mostly while driving. (always. or in the shower. all my good ideas come in one or the other.) 1) I'm going to talk to Adam about grad school. You see, I went to DT today, and he was there, and it was good to see all the dters, and anyway we started talking about grad school, and I said I was scared, blahblahblah . . . the point is, on the way home I figured out what I was scared of. I'm afraid I can't do it. That it'll be too hard. Nothing in my life has ever been too hard for me - if it was, I avoided it. "Too many things I can't do too well, afraid I'll try real hard, and I'll fail-- This is how it's been." (from Free, by Ginny Owens) Hrm. Maybe I should listen to that song some more. Anyway, my resolution was to email Adam and get his thoughts on the matter, from his perspective of four years into it. And maybe those girls at UMD. Hrm . . . so much to do, so little motivation . . . 2) I thought of a new filing system for all my junk and finally 3) I came to the conclusion that I really am a self-centered, selfish person. This didn't depress me as much as it normally would. Must be the pretty music. MmmmBach.
posted by Kecia 11:12 PM
Saturday, July 06, 2002
"blog this!" hasn't been working the past couple of days, and so some lovely posts have been lost. i pout.
posted by Kecia 11:05 AM
Friday, July 05, 2002
i would just like to take up this space on the web to point out that literary critics are asses. they are low, base, vile creatures that should be stripped from the earth even before lawyers.
(*tries to purge horrible of a favorite book from her mind*)
posted by Kecia 10:42 PM
>: D
According to the SelectSmart.com Emoticon Selector, my #1 match today is Happy. What are you? Visit SelectSmart.com
posted by Kecia 7:18 PM
Tuesday, July 02, 2002
Gotta love how Presbyterians aren't considered to be 'real' Christians. I first heard this attitude from my mom, who, in all fairness, was joking, but it is subtly echoed in this excerpt from a University of Chicago article . . .
"In his recent essay, "Harry and the Evangelicals," Richard Peace argues that the difference lies not in the stories but in the authors. J.R.R. Tolkein, who wrote The Lord of the Rings, was a committed Catholic whose close friend, C.S. Lewis, was an author popular in religious circles. Tolkein's comment that the book was "a fundamentally religious work" has strengthened the book's Christian credentials. By comparison, J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series, is a Presbyterian who has kept her religious beliefs out of the public view. Rumors of Rowling's childhood play at being a witch and making potions with sticks have weighed against her. In the fundamentalist view, Peace states, these clues to each author's character make the difference. "
You can read the full text at http://divinity.uchicago.edu/sightings/archive_2002/0627.html
i'm too sleepy to make it a link
in other news, matthew and i got an apartment yesterday! whohoo! so if you want our new address, be sure and contact one of us.
and that's it. i'm going to bed.
posted by Kecia 11:03 PM
Friday, June 28, 2002
it's 3am and i have work tomorrow - er - this morning.
but i have something to say.
some of you reading this may have known me for a relatively long time. others of you not for so long. you may know this already. you may not. you may find it horribly offensive. but i feel the need to say it anyway.
i am a Christian. there, i've said it. of course, it sounds almost . . i don't know - some sort of -ist that i don't have a name for. religionist, maybe? it's not that i'm ashamed of it. it's just that it sounds so intolerant, and i have an abhorrence of all things intolerant. but tolerance can quickly become intolerant, if it is carried to extremes. and organized religion can so quickly head for extremes - bad ones. but it's not meant to. (i'm babbling, aren't i?) er . . .my point is, that, well, i know this much is true: the universe and all that exists was created. by created i mean made to exist, i have no clue what process was used and to me it doesn't matter. this creative process/processes was set in motion/carried out by a creator. now here comes the big jump - this creator loves people. i don't understand this part. at all. but i guess it's like a mother's love. or maybe a scientist that's made things. or having something to do with the way i loved my science projects. i'm not quite sure. but i know this to be true. i'm not sure how, exactly, you might as well ask me how i know i love matthew. the knowledge just sort of exists. i wish i could explain it. *sigh* i'm not very good at this. okay, here's the crazy part. i . . .er . . .talk to this creator. okay, that sounds really crazy. even to me. but i do. it's like an invisible friend, only real. and really powerful. and really nice. but still invisible.
now comes the parts i'm not sure about. i don't know that this is the only way to be happy - this belief, i mean - but for me it is. i think as long as you're sure you're listening and following whatever God tells you, then you should do that. but crazy people think God tells them to do crazy things. i don't know what to say about that. i don't understand. so we have now reached the limit of things i feel qualified to say i know are true. well, except that i know this doesn't just hold true for me, but for everyone. there. that's all i know.
this is a really long post. i didn't mean for it to be. i just needed to say it all. i haven't been happy lately because i wasn't listening to God and was in fact actively pushing away for him. and now, things are better. lots better.
i didn't mean for this to sound so preachy, but i just wanted to share it, you know? like i try to push harry potter on everyone i know and like. that same sort of goodness spreading. of course, the only people that i know that read this are kevin and matthew, and both of them already know all this. but i still wanted to type it all out. and it's my blog, so i can. :)
posted by Kecia 3:30 AM
Thursday, June 27, 2002
my essay for the fellowship application i turned in today (i found it humorous, anyway):
Due to the shockingly high cost of living in the Washington DC area, I fear that I will not be able to support myself on the stipend provided for that purpose by the university. And, while I am as fond of ramen noodles as any student that has supported themselves on their own cooking for the past four years, I am prevented from acquiring a job to better my financial situation by the university and the amount of time I must spend teaching and conducting research. A scholarship, in addition to the stipend I have already acquired, would better my living situation considerably, and enable me to rent an apartment not already occupied by various vermin.
Despite whatever financial situation I find myself in, however, I intend to pursue my degree with all that is within me. It is my opinion that everyone was put on this planet to be of some use to his or her fellow humans, and this degree will empower me, above all else, to be useful. Modern medicine has made great advances, but the more we discover, the more we find we do not know. I intend to use my degree, once earned, to put me in a position to conduct medical research. I selected the University of Maryland because of their affiliation with the National Institutes of Health, and I hope to conduct my graduate research there. Beyond my desire to help people, I find science fun. As disturbing as that may sound, it is true, and I can think of no better plan than to spend my life doing work I enjoy. My misadventures in my undergraduate education have taught me that I have the strength and determination to succeed in this; my faith supports me. The determination that has brought me this far, I expect to carry me even further, as I draw ever closer to the goals I have set for myself.
posted by Kecia 11:26 PM
Monday, June 24, 2002
i wrote this a long time ago, and found it again recently:
so how could you possibly like me because i don't because the pink
elephants don't because they grew up in asia of course since they all grow
up there and i'm tired of it all but i don't want to die, no i want to live
and live and live with him in a nice sunny house on a hill and maybe one
day babies too but that's before the blue monster comes to take away us all
and i fall down the mountain that was a hill but grew and i'm tired now and
so the black valley swallows me and i try to keep you out of it but it
doesn't work and it swallows you too and it's all my fault and then a car
runs over me but i'm too tired to care and so i just sit crying on the edge
of the black muck until a duck comes over and eats my foot and says yummy
and then goes to find stalin singing a grave tune or maybe a toon because
who knows these days after science gets a hold on them all and it all
becomes a pursuit no holding still no resting no breathing just pushing and
pushing and pink and black and brownie child elephants eating your foot
posted by Kecia 10:21 PM
"The way I see things, life is both sad and funny. I can’t imagine a comical situation that isn’t at the same time also painful. I used to ask myself: What is a humorous situation? Now I ask: What is a sad situation and how can I tell it humorously?"-- Neil Simon
posted by Kecia 10:13 PM
Saturday, June 22, 2002
if you're coming here from GryffindorTower, the story is down a few entries. i've settled on posting the top of the two versions.
posted by Kecia 5:38 PM
I made this post over on GT and thought it was interesting enough to warrant posting here. We were supposed to post our ten favorite and least favorite characters from, of course, HP. So here's mine; I wonder what it says about my psyche . . .
Favorite
(in order, roughly)
1) Hermione
2) Ron
3) Remus
4) Percy and Victor tie
5) Snape
6) Lily
7) Petunia (okay, so this isn't really a like. i like all the others in this list. but i'm really interested in her - i mean, what could turn her against her sister so strongly? she's one of the more interesting figures in canon, and i hope we get to see more of her. just not tormenting Harry.)
8) Penelope Clearwater
9) Arthur Weasley and Cedric tie
10) a tie between Daedalus Diggle and Dumbledore's brother, whose name I can't remember. and that guy at the Quidditch World Cup that liked a 'healthy breeze' round his privates :)
Okay, so that's more than ten. I tried. *blushes* The wild Ford Anglia belongs up there somewhere too. And Fang.
Notice how neither Harry nor Dumbledore made that list. Harry - well, I can see Snape's point about him. He *is* given everything. Sure he's had a lot of tragedy, and I don't think Snape's behaviour to him is at all justified, but still, he doesn't make my top ten list. Maybe - say, fourteen or sixteen or something. And Ginny too . . . while I sympathize with her, she's around 12ish on my list. And don't get me started on my issues with Dumbledore.
~~~
Least Favorite:
er . . . I don'thave an order for these, but:
Pansy, Myrtle, Dobby, Trelawney, Peter, Piers, Mrs. Barty Crouch, Ludo Bagman, young Tom Riddle
Hufflepuff house just sort of generally annoys me. But individually, they all seem to be pretty good kids. *shrugs*
posted by Kecia 1:12 PM
Yay, online quizzles. Too much fun for the average Saturday.
posted by Kecia 12:43 PM
Ha! Obviously, since an online quiz has told me so, I must immediately dump Matthew . . . though, who knows, he might like to watch . . .
(it's a good thing no one reads this)
posted by Kecia 12:37 PM
blogblogblogblog.
blog is a fun word. this is my conclusion.
my computer is apparently not fully fixed, so i'm unreachable on im for a while still. and while icq works for me, apparently no one can see the messages i send. :( and ff.net. is still down. of course.
on the positive side, i didn't have to work today - yay me! and my commentses are fixed! (though they're not nearly as cool as Presto's now are . . .)
now. i must do work. really. i've been sitting on my butt all day. and yet, still i sit . . .
posted by Kecia 12:24 PM
Friday, June 21, 2002
gah. :-( loads of problems tonight. i typed up a lovely blog entry, detailing my reasons for putting up ginnylite and ginnydark in my blog, but then it got erased. no matter. and since these ficlets (one ficlet, two ways) aren't finished, i'll stick the disclaimer here: if i were jk rowling, i'd be working on OotP right now, and not on silly fanfic. and really, if i were jkr, it wouldn't be fanfic at all, now would it? so i'm not. these toys (the HP universe) are hers, and i'm not making any money off of them or even claiming them as my own. so there.
These are two versions of a companion piece to Parchment.
Version one:
*****
Dear Harry,
I’m afraid.
I’ve been afraid plenty of times in my life. Growing up with Fred and George tends to make you fear even your stuffed animals. But never like now – never with that sickening drop of the stomach that never seems to stop falling away. Never without the assurance that someone would come running to make it all okay again.
If that makes me still a child, then so be it. All my life, I’ve depended on others to fix the things I couldn’t, and it’s always been done. Oh, I can take care of myself, I know that. But it’s nice to know that if I ever can’t, someone will. Most of my life Mum fixed things for me. She’d send Fred and George scampering, and dry my tears, and fix me some hot cocoa. Then, when I got to Hogwarts, she wasn’t there. You were, though. And though you didn’t come with a steaming cup of cocoa, you still made everything better. I noticed, later, that you hadn’t even told on me. I had almost gotten you killed, and you still protected me.
Now, though, there is no assurance of a happy ending. No one can give me one, and I cannot make one. I am more helpless now that I was even my first year here, and it frightens me. I don’t know what made you feel this way about me. If these were different times, I’d be coquettish and shy, maybe even aloof – just to make you suffer a bit for only just noticing me now. I’d leave you unsure of my feelings, and carry on the dance that every fool in love has danced since the beginning of time. We’d have fun, you and I, tormenting each other, tormenting Ron and Hermione, plotting grand plots and dreaming grand dreams. But these are not dreaming times, and so you have left to do what must be done.
I am afraid. Afraid that I can’t carry on without someone here to catch me if I fall. Afraid that I can and that life will keep going even if the worst happens. Afraid of all the things left unsaid. Afraid of what tomorrow will bring. A Gryffindor’s defining trait is supposed to be courage. Right now, all I feel is fear.
As I look over the snow-stilled grounds, however, I know that my fear will pass. I am strong. Whatever happens, I promise you that I will keep the promises you asked of me. I will live the life you are giving to me. I promise.
But still, I am afraid. Afraid that this scrap of parchment will not reach you in time, that I will not have the chance to say what has been gradually building for what seems my entire life.
I am afraid that you will never know that I love you. Because, Harry, I do. I love you. And though the words seem strange to write, I know that they are true. And I want you to know that. I need you to know that. I need you to know that as I sit here, terrified and chilled by the dawning day, I think of your love, and I am warmed. I think of your kindness, and I feel like giving. I think of your courage, and I am emboldened. I think of you, and I feel like living. Thank you for all that you’ve given me. I can only give you in return my love, and in that, all that I am.
Love,
Ginny
Ginny flew downstairs and out into the snow. It was deep, and hard to walk through, but she barely noticed. She quickly swung open the heavy door to the owlery and fell inside to its relative warmth. “Hedwig!” A rush of snowy feathers came out of the loft. “Please, take this to Harry. I don’t know where he is, but I think you can find him. Please, Hedwig.” The owl stuck out her leg, and Ginny tied on the message with trembling fingers. “Please hurry, Hedwig.” The owl ruffled her feathers and was gone, disappearing eastward into the rising sun. Ginny watched her go. She had not stopped moving since Hedwig had landed on her arm that morning at five. The bewilderment of the appearance of Harry’s owl in her bed at such an ungodly hour – any hour, really – was enough to shake her fully awake. Besides, Hedwig had been quite insistent – hopping about in a manner the dignified animal usually reserved for Pig. “Pyrrhus Rex,” Ginny said. The Fat Lady looked at her with concerned eyes but said nothing as she swung open. Ginny sank into her favorite chair – the one Harry had mentioned in the letter. The letter . . . Ginny took in deep, steadying breaths. The letter that had contained all she had dreamed about – but she had never dreamed it like this. The tears that had been held back in the rush to get her own letter off began to trickle down her face. Ginny angrily swiped at them and brought out Harry’s letter once more. It was no use. She couldn’t even read it for the tears that blocked her vision. Curled up in her chair, she gave in to the sobs that threatened to tear her apart.
“Ginny.” Gentle hands were shaking her. She didn’t want to wake up. She was at a ball, and Harry was there, and holding her . . . his eyes spoke so much . . . “Ginny.”
“What?” snapped Ginny, sitting bolt upright. “Oh, hi, Hermione.”
“Ginny, have you been asleep down here all night?” Without waiting for an answer, Hermione rushed on. “Have you seen Harry? Ron woke up this morning and he was gone, and now we can’t find him anywhere.”
Harry. Harry was gone. Memory flooded back in a rush, and Ginny collapsed back into the seat. “He . . . he left, Hermione. To go face Voldemort.”
“Oh. Oh no. Why didn’t he tell us?”
Ginny shrugged. She didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t want to think about him being gone. Didn’t want to think about the letter, about loving him. Love. He said he loved her. But she didn’t want to think about that. Thinking would do no good right now. He was in danger and there was nothing she could do about it. Love. He said he loved her. No, she wouldn’t think about how he said she had his love. She wouldn’t think about his bravery or his selflessness or the way he loved her or the chance he might not come back or his eyes or . . .
Ginny vaguely noticed Hermione leave to find Ron. She had to get out of this cycle. There was no good in trying to not think about something unless you were in fact going to not think about it. The sick feeling of dread in her stomach wasn’t going away by sitting there. She stood up. The house elves had been preparing a feast for the victims of the war that were being cared for at Hogwarts. She’d go see if she could help.
She turned from the window, but just as she turned, a flash of red caught her eye. A single rose was peeking from the snow outside. It was battered and frost-bitten, but it was the most brilliant red she had ever seen.
******
Version two:
******
Empty. No, that wasn’t quite the word. In her stomach was a hollowed-out feeling, as if she’d just had the wind knocked out of her. A tumble from a broom, maybe, or one of Fred and George’s tricks.
Except that no cup of hot cocoa could fix this one.
He’d made her cocoa, once. She couldn’t sleep that night; she’d been dreaming again, about her first year. So she’d come down to the kitchen to fix herself a cup of tea: her one cooking skill. But he’d been down there, staring into a cooling mug of cocoa. She’d been about to leave – he didn’t need her to disturb him, she had thought. But then –
“Wait,” he’d said. “Er . . . I think I made all the cocoa that was left . . . but . . . “
And then he’d pulled another mug out of the cupboard, and poured half of his cocoa into it. He had pushed it toward her, and she, fearful that her knees would buckle any moment, had sunk into a seat across from him. They had drunk their cocoa in silence, neither feeling the need for words as the velvety warmth filled them up, chasing away the dreams.
But that was over now, and where the warmth had been was only . . . nothing. And over it, deceptively peaceful in her hands, lay a scrap of parchment.
She had always been a light sleeper. One would think that with six brothers she’d be able to sleep through anything, but that wasn’t the case. And so the scratching at the window had woken her, early this morning. Surprised to see an owl at the window – unless it was very urgent, they came only to the great hall at breakfast – she had stared sleepily at it for a few seconds, until, with a gasp, she recognized it, and her world slid into sharp focus.
Her eyes had fallen on the signature first: “Love, Harry.” Her heart had leaped, and she had laughed, and danced, and skipped around the room. For a moment all her dreams had come true, rainbow-bright. Finally, breathless, she had sat down to read.
Hermione, eyes red-rimmed from her own tears, had come to check on her, once. Apparently she and Ron were waiting in the common room for word of Harry. No other Gryffindors had stayed over the holiday, and eventually her absence had been noted. Ginny didn’t know what she’d said to her, but it must have been enough to satisfy Hermione. She’d gone back down to the common room, to Ron, leaving Ginny sitting in her letter-reading chair. She always came up here to read her letters. It was her favorite chair, identical to the one in front of the picture-window in the common room, but with the added benefit of privacy. She’d sat here all day, as the full import of Harry’s letter sank in, and her feeling of emptiness grew. Nothing could fix this, nothing. She’d never felt so helpless before . . . but then, she realized, she had. Her first year. Harry had saved her.
He couldn’t save her from this. Ginny tried to be positive, tried to hope for the best, but each glimmer of hope was swallowed by the mocking voice
Of course, Harry couldn’t save her from this. He had tried, but Ginny knew that as the light outside faded, so did hope for his return.
Ginny sat, and waited, and watched the sun slowly slip behind the trees. Shadows lengthened across the shimmering blanket of snow that covered the grounds. It all looked so peaceful, so pale. It was the Christmas holiday, so the snow still lay mostly unmarked. Most of the students had gone home, eager to see families; fearful that they might not again have that chance. The castle looked cold, frozen, something out of a fairy tale. Fairy tales, Ginny knew, always had a happy ending. The knight would come charging out of the forest, sweeping the ice princess out of her tower and onto his white horse.
It was dark outside, and Ginny wept.**********
well, there you have it. unfinished, unedited, in all its sappy angsty glory.
and yet, i'm still not sleepy. gah.
posted by Kecia 1:28 AM
Thursday, June 20, 2002
whee! my computer's back! yay for fixed computers! and i've had roses thrown for me, and found roses on my computer, and generally been really happy.
well, until this second. when i realized exactly how long i've spent on the computer today. oops.
ahem.
*runs off to do useful work*
posted by Kecia 9:25 PM
meep! meep! *dances around in circles* my computer's fixed! wheeeeee! *falls asleep with head on keyboard* ascdxzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
posted by Kecia 12:34 AM
Wednesday, June 05, 2002
23
I act like I'm 23.
This test was brought to you by David - Part of the David and James phenomenon. Take it here.
and now you know :) this is me, being in a better mood. a much better one. it could have something to do with the veryveryvery expensive piece of parchment that arrived today . . . *dances around with her diploma*
posted by Kecia 7:10 PM
Monday, June 03, 2002
so.
my computer is still broken. matthew has given his respected opinion that it is either my motherboard or my processor, and that i should buy both anyway. (something about their sizes, or something) as i don't have any money at the moment, i'm still using my parents' computer. which is really not the problem - sure, it's little and slow and most importantly not mine - but I could deal with that. the problem is the dial-up service they're using is unreliable at best and homicidal-rage inducing at worst. bah.
still two months before the move. many things need to happen in that time. i need to get a job. (i'm working on it. honest.) i need to save two months rent, my half of the deposit, my half of the four hundred freaking dollar uhaul rental fee, and enough to live on for two months. (see previous statement) i need to stem the tide of disappointment in me living at home has brought to my parents. i need to stem the tide of extreme frustration living at home has brought to me. (i am grateful, really i am. but that makes me no less frustrated.) i need to stem the tide of extreme frustration my living at home and dumping all my issues with in matthew's lap has brought to matthew.
speaking of which, i'm really worried. we're renting an apartment together, you know, in the fall, and i'm worried about all kinds of things. especially money. money has always been a touchy issue with me, maybe because my dad was always giving it away. i used to be worse - i used to be the biggest tightwad ever. i'm still pretty bad - i let people spend and spend on me, and then feel guilty when i don't on them. and it's the one subject that can make me cry faster than anything else. well, so dealing with it with matthew worries me. i'm not sure why - i guess i'm worried that i'll be too selfish with 'mine' and we'll end up living off his and he'll have no money. which would suck. but i'm not sure how to prevent myself from doing that. speaking of which - i have so many faults he just has no clue about, or at least has been able to close his eyes to because we haven't been living together. admittedly, we won't be around each other any more time wise - probably less, even, but living together is a whole new experience, rife with opportunities for me to point out exactly what a selfish, manipulative, bitchy person i am. that worries me a lot.
oh, it doesn't worry me that we'll break up, or anything. (well, except at 3am on the occasional white night) love is a choice, and one that we've both made. *mounts soapbox* and let me tell you, love is not that gushy feeling you first get and so many people mistakenly believe that's all there is. and it's not the comfortable feeling that being with someone that knows you inside out provides, though that come along with it. love is a choice. it is a statement that this is a person that i have decided to love. to love. a verb. love is a verb. all this stuff about 'we just fell out of love' and all that is hogwash. sure, it may be 'destined' or whatever for you to be attracted to or compatible with a person, but when it comes right down to it love is a choice. one that you have to keep making, sometimes, until it becomes so much of a habit that suddenly you're fussing over your grandchildren and he's behaving like a five-year-old again and you don't even have to remind yourself that you put up with this behaviour because you've chosen to love this man, you just do. *slowly descends from soapbox* er, where was i? oh, right. matthew and i when we move in together. i don't know, i guess what i'm worried about is that i'll run roughshod over him and his feelings - i have a strong tendency to do that - and he'll never complain, because that's the kind of guy he is, but he'll be unhappy. and i'll sense that, but have no idea why, because i'm clueless like that, and be unhappy. and it'll just spiral downward from there. trust me. we've done it before. only now it has the potential to be much, much worse.
*sigh*
it'll work out, i'm sure. whether we like it or not, the world keeps turning, and nothing stays the same. so this problem will pass. just like my problems with the comments on this stupid page. i'm not sure what's wrong with them, but they're broken. again. maybe kevin can work his magic on them again. :)
sigh. i'm going job-hunting tommorrow. again. it seems i've been everywhere in town, and no one's hiring - partly because two plants closed within the past month and everyone's looking for work, partly because i refuse to work as a waitress, and partly because i look like i'm 12. (no, i'm 21. not 12. and i have a college degree. no, not high school. college. sheesh.) so tommorrow i'm headed to newnan to see what i can find there.
sent off an email to UMD today. i haven't heard from them in a while and was getting a little worried. they still want me, right? if not i'll go crawling to NC State. i'd rather go there anyway, i think. unless i were actually going there, in which case i'd be convinced UMD was the one for me. silly me.
two weeks until emily's wedding. for some reason, i'm really stressed about this. it doesn't matter what these people think of me, it really doesn't. but apparently to me it does. it doesn't help that i've gained forty-five pounds since my senior year, either. ugh. if *i* don't even like myself, how can anyone else? (look at me, the poster child for insecurities, food disorders, and extreme social dysfunction borne of low self esteem)
it's beautiful outside tonight. well, except for the occaisonal burst of gunfire. i think my neighbors are target practicing. i can't tell from which side of our property it's coming from, though, so i don't know if they're practicing for deer hunting or for militia. yay for crazy neighbors. but, as i was saying, it's a beautiful night out tonight. the crickets and the frogs have reached the crazy loudness pitch that requires earplugs to sleep from now 'til september. ok, so not really. but the summer i had my bed in the bay window it did. crazy loud creatures. it's pretty, though.
well, this was a longish entry. and probably entirely uninteresting to anyone but myself. i feel better now though, and that's good enough for me. what else are blogs for?
posted by Kecia 9:28 PM
Monday, May 27, 2002
happy memorial day, everyone (i always thought 'happy' was an odd word to use in conjunction with this day, but perhaps it's fitting) nothing to say today except whining, and no one wants to here that. no, my computer's still broken. sigh. i've finally quit working at my dad's store, which i think is a good thing, despite the fact he avoids me now and my mom nags me about finding a new one (despite the fact i quit on friday so haven't exactly had a chance to look for one elsewhere) i'm looking forward to next month - my brother comes for a visit and emily is getting married . . .but otherwise, the days drag on endlessly, with cycles of my parents sniping at me and me sniping at my parents . . . any illusions of maturity i had are now gone - if you can't get along with your parents, you definitely cannot be called mature . . .
posted by Kecia 9:00 AM
Sunday, May 19, 2002
~whine~ still broken. still don't know what to do about it.
posted by Kecia 6:34 PM
Friday, May 17, 2002
ok. a further description of my computer's problem - if anyone out there is disposed to help, feel free to leave comments . . . so i'm calmly reading a story, when suddenly the screen blanks out. the computer sounds like it's restarting, but the monitor doesn't get the signal. so i turn everything off and try again. no dice. when i start the computer, it sounds fine for a minute, but after a while, (and pressing my ear against it) i have determined that it isn't starting all the way and is making a sound like . . . i don't know, like it's trying to open a disc. over and over again. for a while anyway, because then that stops and all you hear is the whir of the fan. :( Help!
posted by Kecia 7:01 PM
Thursday, May 16, 2002
okay, if anyone is wondering - my computer is broken. i don't know what's wrong with it, other than that it doesn't seem to be talking to the monitor, but i don't think it's just something wrong with the video card. i don't know. in any case, i won't be on very much at all until i can get it sorted out - and who knows how long that'll take . . .
posted by Kecia 1:41 PM
Monday, May 13, 2002
Whoohoo! My commentses things are working! *waves at Kevin* Now if I could only make it say how many comments are already posted . . . hrm . . . *tentatively pokes around in the code template, only to withdraw in fear and defeat* Well, it's on my to do list. As is making the banner at the bottom bigger. And fixing the Ravenclaw thing. And learning html-y things. Oh well. And as for Kevin, who apparently reads this sillyness, what I say next will embarrass him (and me, I suppose, if I were saying it to his face) but he has joined the list of people I would tell my children to look up to. And that's a pretty short list, making it a higher order of honor than the 'Lyrelle's Seal of Approval' of g.t.d.g. fame. *grins at Kevin*
Eeek! I just found a Rupert Grint website - well, I had it pointed out to me, really. Go to the 'Fun Pics' section. I was impressed with the silly-and-cute-ness. :) If you don't know (though you probably do, if you know me) he played Ron in the recent Harry Potter movie and is an excessively cute little boy. *runs off to read a R/H story*
posted by Kecia 8:33 PM
