Monday, December 30, 2002

The Aftermath

Pretty much just been chillin'. Trying to work out a schedule for next quarter's classes. Ugh, I hate it. Also been re-reading Misty Lackey and Carl Hiaason books. (Carl Hiaason is hilarious! My favorite book by him is "Native Tongue," which features a marine park with such attractions as a farting whale and Dicky the horny dolphin. All his characters are great, especially the steroid freak security guard and the runaway governor.)

Also been playing FFVIII again. I've never actually finished the game. I borrowed it from a guy senior year and the government class we were both in ended before I could try the final battle for the second time. Otherwise, my free time is spent watching movies, hangin' with my friend Marie, MUDding, Internet-surfing, chauffering my sister around, etc. And I spent a couple days setting up and fiddling around with my new stereo. (When am I ever going to need 30 FM radio stations programmed? I only listen to, like, five. And the humble three-CD changer is perfect for me.) I am also very happy to have Mezzanine, by Massive Attack. I *was* going to burn the MP3s I had cluttering up the hard drive of my other computer, but laziness (rather than legal penalties) prevented me from doing so. But even better than a new stereo or Massive Attack CD was my FAVORITE gift: these warm, thickly fuzz-lined, suede slippers. I think all the fluffy wool lining is finally being worn down to half-an-inch thick or so.

And Thank God this holiday season wasn't like last year's; I had this nasty flu from, like, Thanksgiving weekend through New Year's. Seriously. I primarily existed on mashed potatoes, gravy, hot tea with lemon and honey, and, rarely, very rarely, Stove Top stuffing. I was a potato fiend for about three to four weeks.

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Monday, December 23, 2002

Ah... the Yuletide smell of consumerism

I'll be busy the next couple of days. Christmas, ya know. Gotta go through the American materialist "holy"day. I'm not a devoted Christian, but I think it is horrible that consumerism has totally warped the meaning of Christmas. Don't you find it sad that there are more Santa Claus decorations than nativity scenes? I would feel the same if there were more Hannakah (or Channakah, or however you want to spell it) Harrys or Hannakah (ditto) Bushes or whatever than menorahs. Or dreidels, for that matter. (I would check my spelling, but I don't have the time. I am not trying to be offensive to anyone.)

Anyway... happy Xmas, happy Kwaanza, happy new year, happy Ramadan (dunno if it's over), and I hope everyone applicable had a happy Hannakah.

Please remember to share the Peace, Love, and Recycling Bin this holiday season.

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Monday, December 16, 2002

Finals... Blargh

Yay! One final down... two to go. Not that the counseling final was hard. It just consisted of snacking on student-brought goodies and presenting a visual aid that relates to your values and goals. No biggie. Can you believe that's a college final? *eyeroll*

Working on a general fantasy collab will my buddy William. The story is called "The Golden Doors" and the prologue is posted on under his pen name Severian. Hey, Vilhelm: You should add me to your "favorite authors" section! (hint hint) He's providing basic plot, characters, etc, while I polish his written segments and write some of my own. My first collab... we'll see how it goes. Maybe he'll fire me for being too enthusiastic and monopolizing the plot.


Sunday, December 08, 2002

I am a CEDU survivor!

Today I finally finished the page of homework I've been putting off. Yay! Just a stupid, half-*ssed resume for the counseling class Occupations & Lifestyles I am taking in the vain hope that it will help me decide what I want to do with my life. If I *really* wanted to put effort into schoolwork I would have done that 8-page paper for Animal Behavior that was due last Wednesday. Laziness and the tendency to procrastinate are my two biggest faults if you haven't noticed. (Whoops, had to toggle windows so my mom wouldn't see that I haven't done my work.)

Last night I talked to my friend William (Vilhelm) on the phone. He told me about a message board for the proud survivors of CEDU. Yup, I am a veteran of the emotional growth boarding school Boulder Creek Academy. My parents pulled me from the program after 25 months. Some good actually came from the experience, though. I got out of my depression, made friends, got to live in Northern Idaho (which is a whole lot better than this pit called Silicon Valley), and went skiing and backpacking. There are some other good things I've gotten from staying there which I won't mention. But I'll tell ya that I don't have a fear of public speaking since I've done the second worst thing you can do on a stage in front of 200 teenagers and adults. No, I didn't do a strip show involving a snake, bowling pin, and other random objects, but worse: a solo sock-puppet show. How lame is that. (Don't worry, I had no choice in the matter.)


Friday, December 06, 2002


So, anyway, hi. My name's Kaerith, known as Marie in the more mundane world. I'll be your waitress this morning. Coffee? Tea? No? Oh well....

Please, forgive my insanity. It comes from my complete lack of any desire for an extracurricular social life. What can I say? I am an introverted, not-quite-yet-misanthropic, geek: all pale and shakey and vulnerable to the harmful UV rays of that huge burning... thingy... in the sky in the world they call Outdoors. Weather. Imagine that. *shudder*

Since I am the one writing this blog, I can talk about anything I want. Since I am socially inept, I will begin by talking about myself. As hinted at above I am something of a computer nerd, though I cannot (as of yet) code HTML, converse comfortably in binary, or mind-meld with my motherboard. My interests are computer-related, though, and I spend a majority of my time indoors basking in the warm, comforting glow of my monitor. I enjoy reading fanfiction, playing Java games or text-based MUDs (Multi-user dungeons. Yep, I am a D&D freak. Strictly online gaming, however. You'll never see me rolling dice to determine how much damage I cause to a Magical Teletubby Elf with my Flaming Sword of Justifiable Homicide! Haha!), and feeding one of my three addictions: reading web comics. My hobbies comp-unrelated include reading sci-fi and fantasy books, looking at the pictures in architectual magazines, watching movies, writing fanfiction, listening to music, and talking to myself.

To deter any future stalkers I'll tell you the basic, unspecific facts about my life. I live with my parents and sister in Silicon Valley in California in America and hate it. The cost of living is way to high and there are masses of weird people loose on the streets: jobless engineers, undergrad art students, tortured musicians and poets who grew up in middle-class families, teenagers walking around in a fog of pot smoke, murderers of the axe variety and otherwise, and the occasional drunk or CEO. Yup, Silicon Valley is a shining example of capitalism at work.

I am currently attending a community college to get my GE stuff out of the way before transferring to a full-fledged university. Dunno which one yet. I haven't even chosen a major yet, though I want to be a writer and/or work with kids past the diaper age but who are not yet screwed up with force-fed society ideals and peer pressure. I currently have been volunteering to work with preschool-aged children and love it. They are old enough to speak in full sentences but young enough to play with crayons and Lincoln Logs. Even though I am almost nineteen, I think I'm still at that phase.

Okay, lunchtime now. Besides, anyone reading this is probably bored out of their gourd. And, might I add, living an even lamer life than I if they spend time reading other people's ramblings. So to all you readers I say "Shoo! Go out and improve your minds and bodies! Play badminton or croquet and enjoy shortness of breath and darkening skin! Re-read Animal Farm, 1984, or Twain's essays! Study the compositions of Wagner and Dylan! Improve the quality of your life and those of others!"

*Sigh* I know, I know; I'm such a hypocrite.