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1.26.2002

*happy siiiiiigh*...I love Labyrnith. Seriously...Jareth...is the best bishie-badguy *ever*! ..well...ok..there's Kuja an' Folken too, but..they turn good. An' Jareth..well, really, he's not *bad*, it's just that Sara is hopelessly STUPID! ..one of these days, Daf and I will get our re-write of the movie up, you'll see...heeheehee...*eg*... an' I may have a screencap gallery up soon, cos I just took 83 screencaps, an' only got about halfway thru the movie..! ;) But it's wonderful. Esp. Jareth.
happy dreams tonight...! ^_^
(Wow, a non-angsty-entry! *gaspo!* *g*)

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1.23.2002

...we are we are, the youth of the nation...
...evil math midterm that I prolly failed (this'll be the 1st major test I've ever done so badly on)...photography was good, I got that all finished up...then on the way home, LECTURE, same one I've heard ten times this past month or so...then went out shopping, got the two latest Jedi Apprentice books (yeah, reading level 4, but it's a good story line!), found the next Fushigi Yûgi manga, and an Escaflowne dvd...get home, call friends, doin' okay again..then I spot the note dad left on the playstation. We're only allowed on it for an hour on schooldays, four hours on weekends. Computer may soon be similarly "grounded", as they supposedly keep us from getting chores and homework done. BULLSHIT!!! If I'm not on the cpu or playstation, I'll just be drawing or something..it's just that sometimes, you can't concentrate on homework..and as for chores, ok, yeah, sometimes dad leaves a list, but it's usually buried underneath the other papers on the table, or we don't find it til after dad gets home an' does the chores before we get a chance to...an' even then, it's like, sweep down the stairs. An' that's like, it. ...is it *really* gonna hurt if the stairs aren't swept for a day?!?!? I'm SICK of this fucking SHIT! ..cos that's all it is... *sigh*...an' I'm not the only one, Heather's grounded too cos of her grades etc... but she's *trying*, I know..an' as she pointed out, *she's* the one who's payin' for her college. Not her dad. ...we're sick of it...they say they'll listen, they want to know what's going on..but then we say and the lectures just go on longer..and they never really listen, we just get the same lectures over and over...and okay, fine, to be fair, sometimes we *don't* do all we're told...but when you've got this much on your mind...! ..when you've just found out that one of your close friends was sexually abused as a child...sweeping stairs just doesn't seem important, y'know?? When you're gonna be leaving home soon, you just want to spend as much time with your friends as you can before you have to go..and I'm still tryin' to figure out who I am, I have no idea what I want to do with my life, and I've *got* to figure it out, I'm off to *college* next year! But I don't have time... ...

..will it ever make sense, somebody's gotta know
there's gotta be more to everything I thought exists..
We are we are, the youth of the nation...

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1.22.2002

..wow...found summat off of blogger that I actually *like*!...esp. nice lil' rant...'cept they don't seem to care for U2's new stuff...ah well...I can see where thye could be coming from, tho...I mean, they're awesome now, esp. live, but on record...in a lot of ways, I do like some of their older stuff better..when Bono was screaming whatever words came to his mind..just the raw-ness of it, maybe? I dunno... I'm not at all knocking their new stuff, cos they know what they're doing now (they didn't then..try listening to early demos an' live stuff sometime! *g*), and they're awesome.. ..but maybe it's just that, being eighteen myself, I can relate to the stuff they did when they were eighteen better than the stuff they're doin' at about age forty, y'know?

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I don't care if I'm being redundant, cos I just said this on Topaz Meanderings, but.. anyone who might be out there reading this that uses KaZaA? Yeah. Be warned... there's a new set of terms of service, and while there's nothing too scary in there (yes, I actually read it..most of it..look, I just did a research paper on this kinda stuff, I have an interest in it! *g*)... I noticed an emphasis on not screwing with their software. And that they may change the software at any time. Seemingly innocent enough... except that KaZaA was just in court. And they apparently no longer are. And their site isn't screaming 'We won we won we won!'. They're under new management, and they've switched their base of operations to another country, from what I can tell. So... ... ...
I hate what's happening to the internet. I remember, back in the day (read: two, maybe three years ago!), you could host mp3s from anywhere...more free space...fewer ads...and Napster...seriously, Napster was like, God's gift to the music-lover...and then they KILLED IT. Brutally murdered it, in cash-cold blood...
Gah.
I hate the ptb.

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"I don't give a damn about the critics. I'm not interested in what they have to say. Really, I don't care about other people's opinions. If I did, I wouldn't have any career at all. I've been warned not to write science fiction by my friends, my teachers, and all the great intellectuals of our time. That's what's wrong with our culture. Too many people listen to what other people have to say. Who cares? Don't look to others for guidance. Look to yourself!" -Ray Bradbury, 1979

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1.20.2002

"...we hide our secret identities which bear the belongers' seal of approval. But the truth leaks out in our dreams; alone in our beds (because we are all alone at night, even when we do not sleep by ourselves), we soar, we fly, we flee. And in the waking dreams our societies permit, in our myths, our arts, our songs, we celebrate the non-belongers, the different ones, the outlaws, the freaks. What we forbid ourselves we pay good money to watch, in a playhouse or movie theatre, or to read about between the secret covers of a book. Our libraries, our palaces of entertainment tell the truth. The tramp, the assassin, the rebel, the thief, the mutant, the outcase, the delinquent, the devil, the sinner, the traveller, the gangster, the runner, the mask: if we did not recognize in them our least-filled needs, we would not invent them over and over again, in every place, in every language, in every time." -from The Ground Beneath Her Feet, by Salman Rushdie

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