"Which is better, the divine Discworld saga or the pitiful Dragonlance trash?" Poll

Dammit, is everyone gay except for me?

Jeebus. Personally, I think that a lot of bi people are just bi because they convince themselves that they like boys/girls. Besides, how do you define an attraction?

You know, guys seem to think that girls are attracted to a guy's looks. Which is why Alex ends up asking me "well, who do you think is hot?" and when I reply he goes "but I don't know what he looks like!" But it doesn't really matter.. someone can be attractive without being hot. Like.. Russel Crowe. Girls are attracted to him but he's not hot.. actually, he's "The World's Hottest Ugly Man." It's not so much "personality" as all the girly polls say, but all about charisma and your manner.

Nothing quite like gay Discworld porn.

Infinite amounts of things due on February 8. Shall have to do them now. Will procrastinate until February 7 anyways. Palmer. Monday. Evil. And what's this I hear about Colin Powell's assassination from Mr. Thomas' TOK class?

Much talk in Arc about who should be who in Lord of the Rings. Lotterrrr. God, that sounds dumb. Can't believe it's Thursday already. Also, much multiplying of artifacts. ALEX. Still can't think of an Aragorn, outside of my ex boyfriend. Because he has a shitty sense of humor and can be melodramatic. But none of you know him so you wouldn't appreciate the fact.

The Churchill dog/bear/plushie thing is still drying. I washed it at home after I found it lying in the rain, apparently a good way to dry it is to swing it around on your arm and spin it around really fast, so that water comes flying out just like in real dogs.

Po' Jenny poo. Don't have any classes with her. Janis is gone. Sadness. Wish she had blog.

Vetinari's STILL my bitch. Got Jen to promise to bring Equal Rites and Alex to promise to bring Dragonlance so ho-fully one of them won't forget.

Updates as events warrant.

A practical annoyance to Asehn having a tenuous grip on reality is that he keeps sending me those stupid chain e-mails. I tell them they're not to be believed, but he keeps forwarding them to me "just in case."

Asehn called me today. He is really nice, but totally screwed up. He thinks he's a fox. A were-fox thingy. Says he can shape-shift and speaks an ancient fox language. Asked him to repeat the statement so I could write it down phonetically and puzzle over it, he said that it just comes and goes. Very efficient for not having a language written phonetically with English letters, except that the characters are 'too fine for a pencil'. Lot of good that'll do. Also, Kitsune has 36 tones, most of them too subtle for normal people to hear. MMhmm. Complimented me on the nice, big fish tanks in my kitchen. Creepy, as he has never been to my house or knows anyone who has been. Says he's psychic. Pyschic powers though, as usual, come and go. Am creeped out but not really that convinced since you can hear the sounds of water over the phone, and I believe I've said over the course of my online life that I have a bunch of fish tanks all over my house. I managed over the last week to get people to think *I'm* psychic, by "magically knowing" that Vector doesn't like the hot dog part of corn dogs and popping up and asking Vortex about his meal when he was actually eating. The second was totally coincidental.. Nick was IMing me about being a waitress and I was replying right when Vortex's window popped up so that the reply to Nick's message appeared in Vortex's window. "Enjoying your meal?" and he was like "How did you know I was eating?" Ha. Psychic powers prevail! Asehn used psychic powers to predict that I have brown hair and brown eyes. Uh huh. My last name is --, so this is not surprising, though he seemed surprised to find that out. A bit of a coincidence that he has "How You Remind Me" on his computer. Good song.

Proposed to meet me and watch LoTR at White Flint sometime. I said thanks, no thanks, don't want to be in a dark room with someone I don't know. Gave me his phone number, also lot of good that'll do since he lives in Faulkier, calling is long distance.

Hmm. Random thoughts. Nick S would make a good pirate. With a monkey on his shoulder. Color of Magic is pretty bad, I can see why Alex doesn't like it. Characters were basically created for one joke. Twoflower is stupid, he's a tourist. We know. Rincewind is incompetent, has a spell in his head. We know. Luggage is homicidal. We know, enough already. The action's pretty good though, and the Wyrmberg and TWA episode had me laughing like hell. There's more fake science stuff in here than the other books, which makes it read like a badly penned Hitchhiker's- the other ones seem to focus on characterization and philosophy more. Which makes for better reading. Still, pretty damn original. Oh, oh, you know what I want in my dreams? Roman Glass Jewelry

Asehn called. Said he'd call back. Hung up. Waiting for him to call back.

Asehn said that he'll stop performing stalking-like activities with Christie. Good for him, though three years is a long time to wait.. I hope they still keep in touch, and take things one step at a time. At least he'll have something, and he'll be sure it's something permanent, not a jail term in exchange for a two month fling.

He's not a rapist... the law just makes him one. He's just always at the wrong place at the wrong time.

It occured to me that blogs will be priceless once we go to college.

Something I genuinely don't get. Why do people make fun of Nick S behind his back and snicker and go.. "phbbt, nicksalvatore!" ?

Comparing 4:08 and 3:45's blog entries. You'd think they were written by two different people. I am very good at compartmentalizing my life. I'm Artemis like that. I don't cry in public, even when "public" can be defined as "my house, my room with my door closed if my mom is at home." I don't angst in public. I don't love in public. I don't hate in public. This blog is public, so you'll see none of it. At most, you'll get opinions from me, but not emotions for the most part. You'll see me laughing very hard in public, but that's about it. I'm not a people person and I wish I were, because it's like there must be something wrong with me because if I'm not a people person then why am I lonely so often?. I feel I should care more about Asehn. I'm a 16 year old girl.. perhaps I should be selfishly screaming in terror and feel repulsed if I can't at least muster compassion. I know some things are wrong. I know the world isn't what it ought to be. But I'll just go on with everyday life.

"Love will lead us, all right... love will lead us, she will lead us.. "

Poor Asehn. He's nice boy but he should know better to fall in love with a 15 year old girl when he's 19 going on 20. I think he's already had sexual relations with her. That's statutory rape. Stupid stupid.. that contract he had the both of them sign that confirmed anything they did was consential won't be worth a damn, even if they do love each other, in their demented teenage minds. I could call the cops. I know his name. I have his phone number somewhere, I know where he lives. But I won't. He's always so damn good-intentioned it's bad for him.. he's got to help support Blackfox, some random stranger in England who's whole life seems to consist of rape and abuse.. he's got to help Kathy who keeps attempting suicide and is a victim of domestic abuse by potheaded "parents".. he's got to help Christie because her home life is horribly restricting... he can help everyone but himself. When can he learn that love doesn't run the world? Christie's parents and grandparents and friends are giving him hell and threatening to call the cops if he doesn't break off all contact with her; if he'd just give up it'd hurt less. I'm 16 so I won't say it.. 'you're too young what do you know about love?' but she probably needs stability from him more than a torrid love affair.. why can't he just leave it to e-mail and AIM for the next three years and stop calling her friends pleading to talk to her and writing her at home and waiting for her to sneak out from home to see him in Chicago and just acting like a damn stalker and incriminating himself intentions be damned? He's not helping.. he's not helping himself.

You know what's amusing? www.azn4life.com. I think the psychedilic music may be a bit overdoing it.

Got The Color of Magic, Maskerade, and Soul Music from the library. I like not being able to drive. I can walk, and it's nice out. Feels like summer. Nothing quite as reliable as my own two feet even though I have a bike and a scooter. Three Discworld books at once may seem a bit overdoing it until you take into account that I can finish those in under a week. In Color of Magic my Vetinari-poo is fat. He must've lost weight over the years.

Finally downloaded "This is How You Remind Me" from Nickelback. That song was really annoying me because I kept hearing it and not knowing its name or the lyrics except for the chorus line.. this is how you remind me.. what I really am..

See which Greek Goddess you are.

Wha? Forest? Me? Mrrph. Em. I'm partial to Athena. But I guess I'm not a lot like her. But Artemis??? Yeah, let's go kill something.

Stupidass ESOL kids. I wish they spoke English- it's fairly annoying when you say something and people stare at you blankly. At least in working in other kid-oriented stuff kids would say stupid things and ask questions and giggle until other adults yelled at them to shut up, or didn't care. I don't mind kids being noisy- it's just annoying when they deny my existance. And, no laser tag. I get the best of both worlds; my parents griping at me about transportation and being Responsible (apparently looking forward to laser tag makes me not concentrate on my community service work and weakens my work ethic) and not going anyways. So basically having them lecture me about a party I didn't go to. Blegh. I was hoping to have an abnormally fun time to balance out an abnormally shitty time today... guess I'll have to tomorrow. Suckage.

My day was pretty crappy. Went off to two elementary schools for community service crud which my mom decided that today would be a good day for, spent six hours with Marie's Mom there yelling at me and kids being stupid. Had to wake up at 7PM today. Better than usual, but still horrible for a free day. The balloon. It says red. Color it red. It's not that hard a concept. Oh, I'm sorry if this isn't the correct way for me to stamp books or taping up posters (amazing- never thought stamping books could be stressful). You'd think there'd only be so many ways to do it. Chairs are too small. Fountains are too small. Storeroom-turned-office that I'm working in is too small. I hate school. I do, however, get the much desired perks of using the staff bathrooms and surfing the net on a teacher's account. Not very perky, considering that I could use my own bathroom and surf the net at home. Popeye's New Orleans jumbalaya is fairly nasty. But biscuits are good. Most lunchtime and commuting conversation with Marie's Mom consisted of "what do you want to major in?" and "what colleges are you thinking about?" and "what are your classmates doing for their services hours?" so it wasn't even like it was something menial to do while chatting pleasantly, like prepping mail or washing crap or cataloguing at Archaeology. Fell asleep coming home. Going back for more community service Wednesday. Spammit. At least tomorrow is my free day. Haven't had a free day since like Yom Kippor, since my mom decided to take off from work all of Thanksgiving, and all of Winter break and then some, and she had off on MLK day. Not that I hate my mom but sometimes I just want a nice, full day when I'm not accountable to anybody and nobody's there to ask me "What are you doing?"

Ow. Alex's party was fun. Many sex jokes. Too much apples to apples. Parents cranky about Lasertag. Don't know what it is. Crankycranky. They think Alex will kill me if he ever tries to drive anywhere and his car will explode into a gaseous ball of flame. Bitched about not knowing where Quince Orchard Shopping Center is. Do now. Rush hour. Don't know when to pick me up. Cranky. Don't know the actual building's name, or the cost. Cranky. Don't know if I can join in late or if it's worth the while, though I can't see why I can't join in if I pay for a vest and gun and be like, 'hey, can I join the dudes in arena 3?'. Must displease gods of laser tag or something. Crankycranky. Going to school tomorrow to do creativity crap. Cranky. Sleep. Cranky cranky, palms hurt, spike. Vetinari is an ugly-ass git in the official art. Cranky. Good bye.

Finished Feet of Clay. Believe I said this already. Disturbing phenomena yesterday. Pratchett describes Carrot being shot through the hand with a crossbow, my left palm starts hurting like hell, only lessens when I dig into it with my fingernails, and after I go to sleep. Felt better this morning, doesn't hurt now. It's a condition with me or something. Describe a piercing injury through the palm in fiction (which happens more often than you think) and my palm hurts. Believe it's called "cognitive--..." uh something or other but it's cuz cognition is closely related to emotion, which can mainfest itself physically or something. Aw whatever. I used to, when I was little, think it was because Jesus didn't want me to forget his crucifiction, which is why I couldn't stand the sight of it and it hurt me. I also have a deathly fear of impalation. Fencing has helped a bit. Only when I stand still when people are doing drills and have to *wait* for people to drive three feet of metal into my chest, that's not very pleasant. I used to think that impaling someone would be rather graceful, sort of like cutting butter, and feel like a quick stab of pain through your body before you die, but now I think it'd be more painful because meat and bone and whatnot has got resistance, and if you're driving this long piece of metal through it, that'd probably require a bit of.. twisting and serating and tearing, even if the actual stabbing would probably be quick. The process is probably quite painful. And you wouldn't die instantly you'd have to wait to bleed to death.

I'm wondering about the nature of Carrot's injuries, depending on what type of crossbow Pratchett was talking about. Eddings seems to describe crossbow bolts as actual metal bolts, which, if something like that hit Carrot in the palm would probably smash all his hand bones and turn it into a bloody pulp. But Pratchett's crossbow bolts seem more like normal arrows. But if that were so then the arrow would probably punch *through* Carrot's hand, ew. And Pratchett doesn't describe him actually pulling the arrow out but next thing you know he's fighting like nothing happened to him, which was very weird in my mind because I imagined Carrot fighting with this bigass arrow still like sticking out of his hand. He doesn't even go for medical attention after the fight. Pratchett must've just forgot about it. Hmm. But the pain in my palm is more like a pricking like someone stuck a compass in it, not like someone smashed my hand with an iron bar, so that must be it. Arrow it is. Damn, hurts again. Knew I shouldn't have started writing about it.

Italian food is overseasoned. But I suppose any food will taste overseasoned to someone used to Chinese Cantonese food.

Meh, haven't had time to blog. Went to Alexandria yesterday and was for some reason awed, despite having been to DC and NYC and Athens and Madrid and Seville and Hong Kong. Highways with skyways crisscrossing over them with a river of cars thunder over and cranes which look really graceful like metal oragami swans and things that gave me an urge to operate heavy machinery. It makes me feel all patriotic. I don't think the Mighty Romans (tm) ever had electric streetlamps, and Charlemagne never got to order a big mac, and the walls of Troy can't beat a flushing toilet. Europe can keep its castles and marble statues; our pride is in the here and now and not what used to be. What I hate about Europe is that it feels like there are the ghosts of too many people there. Everything is if not literally built on the top of something else that was there before, (even the farms and forests) but on the spirit of something there before. That's what makes America different. And the best thing is that all of it is as common as dirt. Maybe some day in a post-apocalyptic world some funny humans will be digging a well and find a gigantic metal frame, and they'll say, "In the Golden Age of the human race, people raised buildings that touched the sky." Actually, this had better not be the Golden Age. Maybe silver or something. Egh. Whatever. This is why I hate blogging the day after I experience something. I should've kept a notepad handy.

No, this is outside Alexandria. Inside Alexandria (downtown) is very odd. It's like someone picked you up and threw you into some colonial .. city.. town.. thing. With cars. And lights. And horses and buggies. It was pleasant though. Just odd. None of the buildings were over 3 stories tall. It looked basically like Annapolis but less ghetto, and my mom said it looked like Georgetown only I've never been there or can't remember it.

Like Ankh-Morpork, but less grubby. Finished Feet of Clay. Annoyed, no Pratchett tomorrow (which I consider to be Monday. Technically it's already Monday, but it's 12:13 am Monday, so I consider it pyschologically still as "Sunday Night.) Must go to library on Tuesday.