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RAGE [Feb. 23rd, 2009|11:43 pm]
[I'm feeling |aggravatedaggravated]
[I'm Hearing |Bob Dylan - From a Buick 6]

Get tested you fuck! Ahhhhhhhhhh.

I don't care how busy you are with the play and props, I'm sure you could find a few minutes to squeeze it in if you really wanted.

Ugh. Distance only makes me cranky after a certain point. Hopefully this goes away before I actually get down there, I'm sure he'll be happy that he's waited two weeks to see a total bitch.
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Survey [sort of] from Eryn [Feb. 4th, 2009|11:13 pm]
[I'm feeling |intense]
[I'm Hearing |Van Morrison - Almost Independence Day]

I think it would be less interesting to pick songs for people in my case, because some of my closest friends don't have any songs associated with them, and some songs have more than one person. So first, I'm going to list some songs and then explain who I associate with them, and possibly why. Then, mostly for people who have multiple songs, I'll do it Eryn-style, haha. This will probably end up being pretty long, since I'm really into lyrics and symbolism and how one can actually apply that to one's life. On the bright side, that means this is right up my alley, but it also might mean you get bored of reading it halfway through.

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(no subject) [Nov. 18th, 2008|04:16 pm]
[I'm feeling |restlessrestless]
[I'm Hearing |Explosions in the Sky - With Tired Eyes, Tired Minds, Tired Souls, We Slept]

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Aaaggh! [Jun. 1st, 2008|01:43 am]
[I'm feeling |enragedenraged]

  Wow, I totally forgot that I don't know anything about computers or companies or how the world works. Good thing you know so much more than me about everything and I shouldn't even bother trying to hold a competent conversation with you. God forbid I have my own opinions and notions about what companies do and don't do with their money and why.
  I mean, you're the one who did fucking nothing for a year or two after high school and then got a job you hate at a company that was over-hiring in the first place. I forgot that going to college and taking business classes and having a dad who works in the tech industry mean nothing, especially compared to your wealth of knowledge gained solely from reading Wikipedia.
  I'm glad you let me have an independent thought or two whenever we have a discussion, or that you assume I know nothing just because you think you know more than me. Maybe the fact that I don't care about something pointless when you do actually DOES mean I don't know anything about it. Yeah. Great.
  Apparently, you're the only one who can know anything about any topic. After all, you're older than me, and obviously know so much more, since you've been around so much longer and got a higher score on your SATs. Obviously that makes you so much more important. Seriously, why even talk to me? I'm just a waste of your time since I'm so stupid and insignificant. How could I ever live up to such a lively mind?
  I love that you think that how you treat people doesn't matter, or that intelligent discourse is shitty because all that matters is being right. My favorite thing is when you're being proved wrong, you just give up in order to disable the entire argument. Because of course, if someone is arguing with you, all they want to do is win. They could never be trying to change your mind or modify your fucking awful behavior. Jesus, I'm surprised you don't have your own God damn fan club. Seriously, who doesn't love an elitist, condescending, pompous asshole?

Oh that's right. I don't.
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(no subject) [Jul. 8th, 2007|01:45 am]
[I'm feeling |determineddetermined]
[I'm Hearing |Modest Mouse - Worms Vs. Birds]


  That seems to be the trend of every summer. I'm horrible at time management so I just end up wasting it all. Also, all I ever do on an online journal is complain, so maybe I should try some paradigm-shifting or what-not. I'll talk about my PLANS and pretend people read this.

  Basically, the problem is this: My sister and I hate work. Hate it. But we love money, and the things that money makes you able to do, ie have fun. But through careful observation and countless hours of hearing our friends and parents complain about jobs, Kelsey and I have come up with this theory:

Jobs turn your life into a horrible downward spiral.

  What? Jobs aren't that bad? Yes they are, my friend. Don't fool yourself, because we have possibly figured out how life works (because all teenagers know everything, obviously) and it goes like this:

  You are born, and you quickly discover, damn, life is FUN. I like life! But just as soon, you notice that more and more things require money in order to stay fun. You need money to eat, money to shower, money to have shelter over your head (legally), not to mention the other recreational things that take money. So you think to yourself, I want to be able to enjoy my life, so I should get a job, to get money to sustain my lifestyle.
  Now starts the spiral, because you can't just have any job, it has to be The Right Job. But in order to get The Right Job, you have to go to The Right College, which means you have to get The Right Grades so that your college will accept you.
  So what do you do? You stress out and work really hard for your early teenage years, possibly forgoing fun in order to get your work done so you will have The Right Grades. And at the end of four years you stress our more and takes all the college entrance exams you can and write the best essays you can and try to make sure you still have a 4.o because that's what it takes to get into The Right College.
  Sadly, that still isn't enough. Now that you're in The Right College, you have to keep your grades up so that you can stay in college, and maybe graduate with honours so that you will look good to The Right Job. So you freak out and stress out and study more, again putting aside the fun in your life, so that you can be successful, because that's what's needed to have fun later, right?
  Fast-forward a few years, and let's say you actually got The Right Job. You want to look good to them, and get promoted, so you some early and stay late, which makes you kinda tired. When you get home, you don't want to hang out with friends or do much of anything but sleep because you're so wiped. Slowly, your friends stop calling, and you realize that, jeeze, maybe I should start working less. But it's too late now, because now they're asking you to come in on weekends, and maybe fill in for those other people in your department that are on vacation. So you start sacrificing even MORE of your free time to your job just so they won't fire you. Now your job IS your life and in the few hours of spare time you have, you're too tired to do anything, or you don't want to drive certain places because, oh god that's near my work! So now the plan you made so that you could be able to enjoy life has backfired so thoroughly that you no longer even have a life.

  This sounds really melodramatic but I seriously have about 8 friends right now who are doing this very thing, wasting away the time when they're young stressing out and not having any fun and just being miserable just so they'll be able to go to college and get a job. So they can be more miserable. Just like they are now. I honestly don't see the point.
  That's where Kelsey's and my plan comes in. We, along with Michelle and possibly anyone else that can fit and doesn't want to buy in to the predetermined checkpoints life seems to set out for us, are going to buy an old school bus. We're going to rip out most of the seats, but in a couch and some shelving, and maybe a cot or two, and rig it for propane and battery power. We're going to grow our own vegetables in the back, and basically live on this bus most of the time. By the plans we drew up, there should be enough space left for a pottery wheel, so we can make pottery to sell.
  Some other methods that were brought up for potentially earning money were to do henna, sell some of the veggies we grow, or I could even sell my photography. We also figure that if we need a place to be stationary for a while, we could rent a studio (or even buy one) and make it our base of operations, and even sleep there. We could run pottery and glass blowing in the back and sell it all up front with my pottery, all the while sleeping upstairs.

  I realize how unrealistic and also fantastic this sounds, but it really isn't just fantasy. I'm not kidding about this one bit, and I know it can work if we try. Hell, if need be, we can always start selling our blood plasma and platelets to supplement costs.
  This really is feasible, especially if I end up getting a degree from Academy of Arts University. It's a really great college I found, and it's in San Fran, but I'm thinking this entry is already kind of long, so I'm just gonna save that for later.

I am 100% serious.

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Bald! [Mar. 23rd, 2007|12:22 am]
[I'm feeling |anxiousanxious]
[I'm Hearing |The Beatles - Money (That's What I Want)]

By the time anyone reads this, I may in fact be bald. I haven't totally made up my mind yet, but it's looking that direction. A kid at my school Mitch Engiseth was diagnosed with Hodgkin's Lymphoma, and we're shaving our heads as a fundraiser. I'm not sure if Kelso will. Here's hoping I like reeeaaaal ugly!
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(no subject) [Jan. 2nd, 2007|01:55 am]
[I'm feeling |groggygroggy]
[I'm Hearing |Bear Vs. Shark - 5,6 Kids]

Hey 2007, where's my effing hovercraft!?

I have been so terribly bored over break, but busy! I cleaned my room and rearranged the furniture and such for when Sarah, Josh and Shady came over. My cat managed to find where I hid Shady's present while it was in progress, and eat it. I started it over though, and gave it to him the next day. It was a book, and it was just as much a present as it was a chance for me to practice my binding. It was my first time doing coptic binding, and with button thread at that, but I think it turned out alright anyway.

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I made the book a little band so that it wouldn't come open as coptic bound books are wont to do. Then I used the leftover stuff to make a little bookmark. I think I finished around five, which isn't saying much seeing as how I've become completely nocturnal over the break. I'm taking melatonin tonight in an effort to get over SLEEP MADNESS but I'm not sure it's going to work.

Bear Vs. Shark is my new favorite band, I think.
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Brreeeeeaaakkkk [Dec. 20th, 2006|10:45 pm]
[I'm feeling |discontentdiscontent]
[I'm Hearing |Bear Vs. Shark - Ma Jolie]

Winter Break Resolutions:

-Finally, finally finish my giant room clean/re-org.
-Use actual grammar and punctuation in my instant messages.
-Found out if lists need to have capitalization and periods.
-Hurry up and finish the heck out of making/buying people's Christmas gifts.
-Prove to myself that I actually DO know how to do vectors, despite whatever that test said.
-Ferret-proof my room.
-laundry laundry laundry
-Wake up BEFORE noon each day
-Stop needing approval from people who just make me feel like shit.
-Ignore the rest of reality.
-Maybe actually do some art instead of just getting frustrated before I even try anything.
-Stop trying and just do.

 It's just so lame that you kinda already have to be versed in something to take a college course on that subject. The only reason I want to take a college course is because my high school doesn't effing offer the classes I need, but the classes offered by the colleges from which I could take them require that I pretty much already know whatever it is I want to learn. This makes things quite difficult, seeing as how I really have already taught myself all I can from book and would likely benefit from a classroom setting.
 Also, I'm really upset that Polaroid stopped making their Time-Zero film. I love it when a company ceases production of their HIGHEST QUALITY PRODUCT.

One more thing, life:
 Can you please stop with all the deathstressangerdepressionfighting? Thank you.
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(no subject) [Sep. 17th, 2006|02:03 am]
[I'm feeling |restlessrestless]
[I'm Hearing |Vitalic - Le Rock]


Went to the local park in Banks for a friend's birthday. There sure was some, shall we say, interesting graffiti there. The last one is my personal favorite. They read as follows" "Sex me up & down!" "Austin droped the sope, and you know what happend NEXT!!" and finally, "I <3 Nick V. He will fuck me one day! Really he will!"
There were also some golden literary masterpieces like "I fucked George G. against this pole," and "I fucked this pole." Sadly, it was not the same pole. Trinity also got one written about her, by Kristen's mom, reading "I <3 Trinity. Long time." Of course the "long time" was my suggestion. Then Trinity wrote one saying "I want to sex up Kira. LOL." The lol was also my suggestion. It's always a good sign when your friends parents not only encourage you to, but participate themselves in certain illegal acts. Now here's a fork.

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(no subject) [Sep. 4th, 2006|01:04 am]
God, Steve Irwin is dead. I don't even know what to say.
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(no subject) [Sep. 1st, 2006|02:24 am]
[I'm feeling |discontentdiscontent]
[I'm Hearing |Hagfish - Stamp]

I really need to stop concentrating so much on my shortcomings.

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Plug-tastic Whoring Time [Jul. 30th, 2006|02:13 am]
[I'm feeling |anxiousanxious]
[I'm Hearing |The Faint - As The Doctor Talks]

Though their respective images may be different sizes, these things are all equally good. I feel the need to share.




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Killer Comb-over Strikes again! [Jul. 29th, 2006|03:26 am]
[I'm feeling |pessimisticpessimistic]
[I'm Hearing |Cursive - Ceilings Crack]

I must say that I am quite glad that that little heat wave of ours is finally over, or so it seems. It was hell to even walk from a parking lot into a store or office some twenty feet away.

I went to this Naturopath on Monday though, for my allergies and such. He was much better than I had feared, but not as much of a hippie as I had hoped. But! He did have a wicked, nay, a killer comb-over. For which, I might add, he was far too young. We discussed eye, ear, nose and throat problems, and I impressed him with my knowledge of the term "otorhinolaryngologist." That actually made him think I was home schooled, so he asked. My mom kinda just looked around and said, "Weeellll... essentially," meaning that I went to public school but learned everything at home, from them. She doesn't like to give the schools any credit. Anyway, he asked to see my tonsils and tongue, et cetera, making weird "thoughtful" noises. My left tonsil has always been about twice as big as my right, but I've never really though about it.

Apparently it's a problem.

He told us that it's probably caused by a variant of the strep bacteria, and that he has similar tonsil problems. He referred us to his doctor, but I seriously doubt my mother's ability to use a phone, seeing as how it took her about, oh, two months after first mentioning it to make an appointment with this doctor. And that's only after I had a massive reaction to God-knows-what that was floating about the air around mid-June. Not to mention severe case of poison oak. ON MY FACE. I don't think I'm going to find out what kind of indoor-outdoor allergies I might have anytime soon, but I did get a food allergy test out of this whole thing, so I'm not complaining. Too much.

So after he and my mom talked about random vitamins as well as my birth, he wrote down a list of vitamins I have to take. It can be summed up thusly:

¤ Two Vitamin C capsules
¤ One Chromium Polynicotinate capsule
¤ 50 mg Chelated Zinc
¤ Two Vitamin B capsules
¤ Two "Aller-Aid" capsules three times a day. That's a whopping total of six alone.

All this is in addition to some weird "women's" multivitamin, Emergen-C™, and a ridiculous eight cups of water per day. I know that's how much they tell you to drink, but I'm not a very thirsty person. My throat will actually physically seize up if I try to force myself to drink "enough" water. So, is all this a hassle? You bet. Is it completely ridiculous and nuts? Maybe. Has it produced any noticeable difference yet? Not a one.

Moral of the story: I am far too impatient for homeopathic medicine.
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I told him, "Yes." [May. 31st, 2006|08:43 pm]
Today this kid asked me if I ever said anything without sarcasm.

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(no subject) [May. 30th, 2006|01:03 am]
I have recently discovered Ani Difranco and Rufus Wainwright.

I aspire to start a zine, but you have to be a writer for that.

Yum yum, sunshine.
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Wouldn't you fall in the love with the sun if he was a man with green eyes and strong hands? [May. 6th, 2006|12:45 am]
[I'm feeling |mellowmellow]
[I'm Hearing |Radiohead - Exit Music (For A Film)]

Dear Angel Juan,

Do you know when they say soul-mates? Everybody uses it in personal ads. "Soul-mate wanted." It doesn't even mean too much now. But soul-mates -think about it. When your soul -whatever that is anyway- something so alive when you make music or love and so mysteriously hidden most of the rest of time, so colourful and big but without colour or shape -when your soul finds another soul it can recognize even before the rest of you knows about it. The rest of you just feels sweaty and jumpy at first. And your souls get married without even meaning to -even if you can't be together for some reason in real life, your souls just go ahead and make wedding plans. A soul's wedding must be too beautiful to even look at. It must be blinding. It must be like all of the weddings in the world - gondolas with canopies of doves, champagne glasses shattering , wings of veils, drums beating, flutes and trumpets, showers of roses. And after that happens you know -that's it, this is it. But sometimes you have to let that person go. When you're little, people, movies and fairy tales all tell you that one day you're going to meet this person. So you keep waiting and it's a lot harder than they make it sound. Then you meet and you think, okay, now we can just get on with it but you find that sometimes your soul brother partner lover has other ideas about that. They want to go to New York and write their own songs or whatever. They feel like you don't really love them but the idea of them, the dream you've had since you were a kid about a panther boy to carry you out of the forest of your fear or an angel to make love and celestial music with in the clouds or a genie twin to sleep with you inside a lamp. Which doesn't mean they're not the one. It just means you've to do whatever you have to do for you alone. You've got to believe in your magic and face right up to the mean nasty part or yourself that wants to keep the one you love locked up in a place in you where no one else can touch them or even see them. Just the way when someone you love dies you don't stop loving them but you don't lock up their souls inside you. You turn that love into something else, give it to someone else. And sometimes in a weird way when you do that you get closer than ever to the person who dies or the one your soul married.

Witch Baby
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The Biznass [May. 5th, 2006|12:42 am]
[I'm feeling |aggravatedaggravated]
[I'm Hearing |Joy Division - Every Time I See You Falling]

Scheduling ≠ fun.

Scheduling = complete hell.

Banks, lovely little school that it is, does not have even one photography course. The closest thing I can get is "Photo Journalism." This is a misnomer. It should actually be called "Bitches For Yearbook" because that is what you are. It's not so much photojournalism as it is point-and-shoot, middle-school photography. But still! It is my only chance to touch one of those gorgeous, gorgeous cameras. But alas, it shall not be. Not next year, not ever. I have no room for it.

I NEED to take Trig. And I would also like to take Chemistry since I would like to take Physics. And it just so happens that the only time Chemistry is offered is during Trig and Yearbook. Bye-bye Yearbook, nice [not] knowing you. Unfortunately, I can't take it senior year either, seeing as how I already have a full schedule as it is. Actually it's over-full, and I'm probably going to take Health For Living as an independent study. Hopefully.

As soon as I get off my ass and get that license, though, you can bet your ass I'm going to take all the classes I want and PCC. And this shitty little school shall pay for it. Oh, yes.

That is all.
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And now for the introductions... [Mar. 27th, 2006|08:15 pm]
[I'm feeling |blahblah]
[I'm Hearing |Chin Up Chin Up - Virginia Don't Drown]

Hello. I am Kira, and you're not.

I created this journal so that I could leave comments for friends and so that I could join a couple communities. I'm not sure if I'm going to update this very often, but I probably will. Here's some stuff about me:

I'm glad they call it a journal here and not a blog, because I hate that word. Blahhhgg. It just sounds awful. I'm that way with several words.
I'd like to be a photographer, or at least some kind of artist. Art is my life, in whatever form I can get it. I love music, dance, visual art, theatre, whatever. Anything I can watch or do that is expressive or beautiful is something I love.
I don't like sports. They're rather icky and won't help you in real life. No matter what you say, I'm pretty darn sure the people that succeed haven't learned how to do so by playing football or the like.
I do like politics though, I just don't like it when people harbour a deadly mixture of being both opinionated AND misinformed. I'm okay with one or the other, but if you don't know what you're talking about and you refuse to try to learn more about it, then I don't see the point in discussing much with you.
I can come off as kind of an asshole, but then again, I am kind of an asshole, so it works out. I probably complain a lot, too.
I'm always trying to learn, do, hear and see new things. I love looking for obscure music, or getting lost. I've always wanted to go to a country that doesn't speak english.

Sometimes when I'm home alone, I turn the radio on, even if I'm not listening to it. Voices make the house less empty.

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