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01. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
"... when the weather was right. Satsu came too sometimes, wearing a ..."

02. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.
Okay.

03. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
the Winter Olympics.. men's downhill skiing, I think.

04. Without looking, guess what time it is?
11:00 pm

05. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
11:13 pm

06. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Volcano, by Damien Rice.. but it's coming from the computer. Other than that, only the clacking of my fingers striking the keys.

07. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Yesterday afternoon. Shopping for canvas ballet shoes, camisoles, and some eyeshadow - colorguard stuff.

08. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
A certain special blog.

09. What are you wearing?
My wet seal jeans, with the little rhinestones on the back pockets. A light blue camisole, glasses. I was wearing a necklace this morning, but it was annoying.

10. Did you dream last night?
If I did, I don't remember.

11. When did you last laugh?
Actually, I have no idea. I've been headachy all day, so there hasn't been much to laugh about.

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?
A huge Harry Potter movie poster, a framed photograph of the marching band and colorguard, "6 phases of a project" and "Caution: Studying in any form may be hazardous to your health". There used to be a poster of a horse, but it kept falling down.

13. Seen anything weird lately?
I saw a fellow guardie while shopping yesterday, but that wasn't that weird. So, not much.

14. What do you think of this quiz?
I've taken it before.

15. What is the last film you saw?
Crap. I don't remember. The Producers?

16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?
A FREAKIN' TABLET. BECAUSE MY DAD KEEPS PROCRASTINATING. Or a Mac of some kind, so I could test on it and use Mac-exclusive programs.

17. Tell me something about you that I don't know:
I took art lessons for a few years when I was younger.. maybe 7 years old, or so.

18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
I would make people, in general, less prone to drama and/or conflict. Life would be so much easier.

19. Do you like to dance?
Depends. Some stuff I like - like leaps (front and side!) - but other stuff.. not so much. So it really depends. And just random crazy social dancing at random school dances? No.

20. George Bush:
.. is the president. He was okay at first, but needs to pull it together now.

21. Imagine your first child is a girl, how do you call her?
Goddon'tmakemethinkaboutchildren. Nice first name, Hawaiian middle name.

22. Imagine your first child is a boy, how do you call him?
Ditto.

23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
That depends. Japan = acceptable. Iran = not so much.

24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
According to some crazy evangelists, I'm going to be going to hell anyhow. But, if I make it up there - "So, there is a god. And I say that without capitalization.' (wild laughter)

25. 4 people who must also do this in their journal:
Dearest ~kmhikari already did this.. So, I don't know. Just do it, whoever you are. ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/7544765/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/7544765/ Sun, 08 Jan 2006 12:47:57 PST
Not quite yet.

Same ol' status quo, around here. I'm still busy, I'm still fairly museless, and I'm still pretty lazy. I did end up making a few blog layouts, so I'll probably take shots of those and submit them.

Thank you for sticking around. I do look at everything that comes into my message center, even though I don't usually comment. Sorry for lack of submissions/communication in general. <3 ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/6878005/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/6878005/ Wed, 26 Oct 2005 22:56:07 PDT
Eh. Not really.

There's marching band/colorguard stuff that takes up time, and then I have to wait around until someone can come and pick me up. And then homework, tae kwon do -- anything that DOES NOT involve writing or art or anything remotely pretty or creative. I'm trying. But I'm sorry. I do, however, read all the journals and look at every deviation that comes into my message center. As usual, I don't comment much, but most things I see are wonderful, if not completely amazing. <3

Sorry for not responding to comments/favorites. But thank you, everyone. I appreciate it a lot, especially now that I can't make anything nice at the moment.

This is how it's going to be for a while. I try to squeeze things in on weekends, but it's hard to rush things.

Anyway. Thank you for not completely deserting me. ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/6525292/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/6525292/ Sat, 17 Sep 2005 00:59:19 PDT
.. And I know that I probably won't be submitting much for quite a while. I wish I could, honestly, but it's hard.

Let's see. I started high school last week, yes, but that isn't really such a problem. Sure, I'm doing the all-honors thing, but the work isn't that difficult. It's the afterschool stuff that's an issue. I tried out for colorguard in the spring, made it, and I'm doing that, at the moment. Practices run from 6th period until between 4 pm and 5 pm, depending on what day it is, usually around 4-ish. I, however, cannot get picked up until after 5, and it takes 45 or so minutes walking home on this hellish road with dead animals strewn in various places. Not such a great thing. And then there are football games. For this month and maybe a bit after, there's one every week. My bedroom does not see me until 11 pm.

Basically, I'm at school all the time - from early in the morning (7:30 am) until fairly late in the afternoon (4/5) and/or pretty late at night (11).

Every creative cell that was unfortunate enough to take up residence in my brain has kind of.. gone into hibernation. And those that are alive are a tad preoccupied. So, yes. I doubt that photomanips will be coming quite so quickly, and photos probably won't be happening at all, unless I dig up old things and post them. I don't do much else beside that. Yes. Much love. ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/6266561/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/6266561/ Thu, 18 Aug 2005 23:05:30 PDT
Not much more to say, really. I'm lazy, it's getting late, I want to sleep. But I can say that I have not blown out any candles today, and that I did get cake squished onto my face. And that I ate at a place that really sucked, which depresses me. But oh well.

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Actually, I have been since around midnight Friday/Saturday. But my bag didn't appear, so we had to go through the little dog and pony show of looking things up, assurances that it'll arrive at X date at X time, the 800 number, and the stupid, fake 'oh I'm really sorry'. I hate United. Because somehow, my bag missed the plane.. even though we got the airport 3 hours early. Damn them.

If that wasn't enough, I woke up around noon on Saturday (bedtime had been about 3:30 am) and felt sick. Not like puking-out-my-eyeballs-sick, but feverish. I took some tylenol and worshipped my computer for a bit. Next day, I took my temperature and found it to be 99.2, eventually rising to 100.2. So the weekend wasn't good for much.

Now, I've got band camp. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING - and you're right, I really AM too lazy and talentless to play an instrument. I'm at band camp because I'm part of color guard. I tried out, made it, and now I'm stuck doing retarded dances with people I don't have very much inclination to like (except Sylvia, but she's special). Yeah. That's how it is.

Sorry for not responding to comments and favs left during my absence - I was sick when I went through my messages, and just gave up and deleted all of that instead of letting it sit there and torture me. So I'm sorry that I'm so lazy and stupid, but I love you all nonetheless.

AND FINALLY.. Yes, I took pictures. Yes, they will be posted. Hawaii was fun - there are tons of fabulous pictures of lush jungles and waterfalls from Big Island, and quite a few I took at the beach in Oahu. Much love.



PS: I know something important happened with Jark and everything. I get the gist of it, and that's enough. No further comment, because this is way too long already. ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/6058838/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/6058838/ Thu, 28 Jul 2005 14:27:34 PDT
Tomorrow, I'm off to Hawaii - big island for about a week, and then Oahu (and my grandparents, cousins, and other crazy relatives) for another week. And then I'm coming home. I believe on the 13th or so. There's no Photoshop or anything over there, and I'm not even sure if there's going to be internet access at all.

I'll see everyone in a couple of weeks, then. I'm not turning off my watches or anything, so be prepared for comments and favs and such when I return.

]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/6031274/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/6031274/ Mon, 25 Jul 2005 14:38:41 PDT
It was an SLR, with a few neat bells and whistles. It was a pretty nice camera, overall.

I found it!

It's an Olympus C-2500L - rather old, yes, but still a much better camera than the piece of crap that I have. It's got 2.5 megapixels and a 3x zoom. The technology isn't really as good, so it doesn't go as fast and it's somewhat cumbersome, but as a camera it's better. If I can figure out how to work it properly, I might be able to convince someone to buy me some filters or additional lenses.

Now, I must try it! I'm off to the pool, to see if anyone thing interesting is going on up there. ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/5891215/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/5891215/ Sun, 10 Jul 2005 00:56:45 PDT [link] and finally fixed up the blog portion. BUT THE THING ISN'T WORKING PROPERLY. Actually, it is, but the front page lacks this vertical line that splits the page in two. It's not imperative, but it makes everything look much nicer. What's even worse is that the line does show up on the archive pages, and I can't really see any clear differences in the coding. Um, yeah. Sorry for rambling about stuff that you probably don't understand too well.

More poetry!

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
-Sylvia Plath ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/5882012/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/5882012/ Fri, 08 Jul 2005 23:34:08 PDT
---

The Light Wraps You

The light wraps you in its mortal flame.
Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way
against the old propellers of the twighlight
that revolves around you.

Speechless, my friend,
alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead
and filled with the lives of fire,
pure heir of the ruined day.

A bough of fruit falls from the sun on your dark garment.
The great roots of night
grow suddenly from your soul,
and the things that hide in you come out again
so that a blue and palled people
your newly born, takes nourishment.

Oh magnificent and fecund and magnetic slave
of the circle that moves in turn through black and gold:
rise, lead and possess a creation
so rich in life that its flowers perish
and it is full of sadness.

- Pablo Neruda ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/5678372/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/5678372/ Fri, 17 Jun 2005 16:19:02 PDT Mood: Happy
Listening to: Sweetest Thing, by U2

Look! A subscription! Only for a week, though, and I'm too cheap to pay to keep it going. Well, this'll be lovely while it lasts. School is almost over, too, and it's not cloudy or anything. Today is MY day, totally. Except for having to watch the cruddy school play twice. That was horrible.



There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

-Shel Silverstein, "Where the Sidewalk Ends" ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/5575428/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/5575428/ Mon, 06 Jun 2005 23:30:12 PDT Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
Their still waters- still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.
- Excerpt from Dreamland, by Edgar Allan Poe

That's all. Now, time for more creativity-draining work. Stupid, stupid teachers. I suppose it's fun to load work on everyone RIGHT BEFORE SCHOOL ENDS. ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/5575349/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/5575349/ Mon, 06 Jun 2005 23:11:39 PDT
[link] ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/5498292/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/5498292/ Mon, 30 May 2005 00:54:50 PDT
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow


Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

-T.S. Eliot

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For lack of something more meaningful to put here. I'm not dead, I promise - just preoccupied. I'll post screenshots from a layout I've made in a few days. ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/5315521/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/5315521/ Mon, 09 May 2005 21:07:44 PDT ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/4925727/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/4925727/ Sun, 27 Mar 2005 14:47:00 PST ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/4824503/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/4824503/ Tue, 15 Mar 2005 22:20:06 PST
I was going to attempt a Soulscape II, but that whole endeavor failed when I realized that clouds don't blend well into irises. I might try again, with something else. I did, however, make a new DevID, except, now that I'm staring at it, it doesn't look so hot. Down the drain for that one, too. I just have so much to do, and I just sit around and let my life waste away for a few hours before deciding to do anything.. though this afternoon was spent on my failed DevID project.

Heh. ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/4743616/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/4743616/ Sun, 06 Mar 2005 14:15:08 PST
8th grade. Narrative of Frederick Douglass. 10 simple questions.. and everyone writes 5 pages. Stupid GATE (gifted and talented education) students, always out to overachieve.. Which would translate to no more laziness for me, because I think the teachers grade along the curve.

But I did have an awesome idea for a series of photomanips, so I'll see what I can do with that. Though it seems that whenever I have an awesome idea all I do is butcher it. Horribly. ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/4666256/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/4666256/ Thu, 24 Feb 2005 21:16:13 PST
I just thought I would share that with you. ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/4658477/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/4658477/ Wed, 23 Feb 2005 23:17:26 PST
It's time for me to get back into photography, now that I found my charger and actually charged my camera (for the first time in about a month). I'm tired. I have work to do. The end. ]]> ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/4640535/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/4640535/ Mon, 21 Feb 2005 19:57:16 PST ~conspiracies http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/4046508/ http://conspiracies.deviantart.com/journal/4046508/ Sat, 11 Dec 2004 23:58:04 PST
It's getting pretty late around here, and I've got a hugely scary project due on Tuesday. BUT I TRUDGE ON, FOR THE SAKE OF ART. Well, kind of.

<3 ]]> ~conspiracies