That Being The Journal Of A Goblin

My life rocks. I feel happy to say this, because there really isn't enough of this sentiment on my Flist.

( JonReu )

On Tuesday, I went to work and arranged some of my life. I actually liked work, because, y'see it is all so easy when I don't care anymore.

( Today- Diploma, Metropolitan, People )

And tomorrow, I think I need to contact Erica because there was something happening. Ehm, yay!

I totally did not want to make a post about this, but I have to.

Gungrave rocks. Gungrave is awesome. Gungrave is beyond awesome. Gungrave is the coolest thing I have ever seen, except it is cooler than that too. Some things are shifty, but it is still the coolest thing ever. Seriously. Yep.

I'm not kidding. Gungrave is it, yo.

So I just had the most strange graduation ever. Actually, I am torn between feeling very annoyed and cheated out of walking up to get my diploma and, on the contrary, feeling completely, jubilated because this is not the sort of a thing that happens often, or ,for that matter, to anybody else.

( In a nutshell )

Check the date!

The new Star Wars movie. It rocks. It totally rocks. I loved it. Oh, it had faults, but otherwise it was perfect. And if you are wondering how, exactly, that works out...don't. Wonder about the nature of the universe, instead. It is a lot more entertaining, not to mention productive.

Terry Pratchett rocks too. Night Watch's a good book. Not funny, but quite spiffy.

This entry might, later, be edited to include stuff. Right now, I am hungry. And sleepdeprived. I do, however, have an MIT email and a facebook account.

Edit: The Tremere are awesome. The Tremere are a clan in Vampire:Masquerade, which is an rpg from White Wolf. Anyway, the Tremere used to be mages, but then the paradox stuff appeared, so they decided to ditch the entire magic thing and find something even more powerful. Kidnapped a local vampire, became a vampire clan. Their key discipline is Thaumaturgy, which is basicly magic, vampire style. And yes, half the vampire world hates them with a passion and the other half doesn't like them much either, but, I swear, the Tremere could totally take over the world, if they wanted to. They are awesome.

With 4 in Thaumaturgy I-eh, my character can drain blood at a distance. All I have to do is see the target within 50ft and, whoosh, blood drainage. This is very, very useful. It is, however completly useless against a celerity-ized lasombra, because I can't actually see it. Oh well. Stuff happens.

La[S]ombra means "The Shadow" in spanish. This is something I should have realized earlier. It is, by the way, a clan with shadow-magic. I'll shut up now.

No, I won't shut up, but I did threaten to Dominate our group's brujah into shuting up. That was fun. I know it is his first time playing, (maybe if he didn't space out and walk out of the room half the time, he'd have an easier time of it), but "lets split up!" is not a very good advice if your group is comprised of weak neonates who were just ordered to kill a high-ranking Sabbat Official. He is a nice kid in everything else though.

I will be scramming off now. Chilling in the library is fun. Also, apple pie is fun. Apple pie is alot of fun. Especially free apple pie. And a nice "Highest Cumulative NEML score" certificate. Makes me feel less guilty about abusing my pie-eating priveleges. Did I mention a yay for pie? A nay for driving school? Gwah. Cha! and see ya later, folks.

There is a wooden stake duct-taped to a stop-light near my house. This is rather peculiar. Are there any local vampires that I should know about? Are there any local vampires that I shouldn't know about?

This was going to be an entry, but instead I think I am going to go study. I get to review Amber and Paafri books for Summer Reading, which makes me happy.

Happy Pi day. In its honour, MIT sent out its letters to prospective students. Or maybe they just did it because they are nice like that.

In any case, I just got into MIT. It has been my dream since I was in middle school. I was having difficulties breathing before and I feel like I am about to faint. Exept, not really. Wow.

We were going by this plaza today, and there was Gap. On top there was an American flag, some random blue flag and a large red cross flag.

"Erm, does Switzerland own Gap," I ask my mom. That didn't seem likely and soon we figured out- the influence came from Lindt Chocolates located next - well, about 5 stores over from Gap. This overwhelming influence of Lindt can say only one thing- while we put flags on the moon, the bank nation will put the flag on Gap. Unless of course, Gap captured the Swiss flag. I mean, they get 10 TF points and all, but it would put a new spin on the entire "IBM vs. Russia" question.

Then we got to Lohmanns and turned to the more practical problem of finding me a prom dress. I don't know how normal people live, because I was driven insane after trying on the first five. I also got to see the tackiest things, like a bright green glittery prom dress that loooked much like Vegas in the 30s. Mostly I am proud of my simile, but, alas, it doesn't help with the actual choosing a dress that makes me look non-spehrical process. Yeah, thats a hyperbole. Damn, I am good with these literary devices.

The I got to get home and read Machiaveli. It is annoying me immensly, as I have a presentation on him tomorrow. The reason I have a presenation is because I sit on a bokcase and don't kep my mouth shut during class. I am not comlpaing - people are joking about bringing cameras and I crave attention. I am, however, complaining of the fact that the library lacks a complete copy of the Discourses. What they have is a compliation of The prince and 5 random chapters of the Discourses. That, all together, takes about 100 pages. Then there is about 200 pages of analysis. I realize that the discourses are pretty damn masive, but still. Urg.

Meawhie, I find out that my Telgardian acquintice is becomeing an officer in the Finnish army. It isn't surprising- he was a finnish nationalist from the begining, and, in fact, spent the first month of his Telagrdian Life arguing over whether Russia or US sucks more. Everybody else fed the troll, because it was very amusing. Then he stopped being a troll. And I got his character as a PC to mod, which made trolling on the topic hard anyways. But taverners still got treated to random compilations of Finnish tales and facts about Finland. Then he got my PC to mod, which made a wonderful circle of intermodding. Unfortunatly, I was quite inactive, but who cares.

And then a few months ago he announced that he was joining the Finnish Army, which was completly understandable given his nationalism and carreer plans, but still "woah!". And now he just posted that he got selected for officer training, which he is happy about, but other candidates are, apparently, not, since it means that they will be stuck in training for a longer period of time. And it is so...surreal.

I have figured out that Wuthering Heights can make sense and seem interesting. Unfortunatly, that only happens when I have a fever. Then, I just imagine that all the other characters also have a fever (and to their credit, half the time they do). It makes it easier to feel sympathy for them instead of just wanting to smack everybody back to their senses.

Similarly, I have figured out that 90% of our english class does not do homework on a regular basis. Close to 25% rarely does it at all. I have also found out that the best students in the class are in the above mentioned 25%, which says something about the quality of homework.

Here is a complaint- we had to write a sestina. A sestina is this sort of an annoying poem that has uber strict line endings. It doesn't have to rhyme, unless it does rhyme and is not something you would do unless you have some substance to put into it. It is very nice if you have substance. I don't. Nor do I have the poetic talent to carry this off. Anything I write makes me wish to either die, vomit, or both, which would, I suppose, make a horrendous mess. At leats it is now confirmed, that, despite my mother's (not to mention numerous friends') talent(s) in this genre, I have abslutly none whatsoever. Luckily, I am not at all sad about it. Just annoyed.

Read some of the Lucifer comic books. Well, the first one to be exact. A lot better than I expected. Feels a lot like Sandman, but not as original and ergo cool. On the other hand, the random and short subplots are nicely woven in and Lucifer rocks. Well, we knew that already, but the guys who did this (Forget the names, I do) remembered that spifiness is good, so yay. The art was also really nice, in the first couple of stories anyways. The time line is after Season Of Mists, but, possibly before The Wake, as I do belive Lucifer closes down the bar in that one. I might be wrong though. Both of those titles refer to the Sandman books, which you should read, in case you haven't already.

In addition, I got up to Chapter 10 in Issola, which details the latest adventures fo Vlad Taltos, as he encounters the Jenoine. And Verra, but of course she is kind of a regular at this point. It is abslutly hillarious and has nice but totally expected facts about Morrolan. For example, he sacrificed a few villages (Telda: They were more like hamlets, really....) to Verra because they destroyed Blackchapel, the town where he studied witchcraft. He never bothered to explained his reasons though. Why? Oh,he felt he shouldn't have to. So, people just think he is a bloodthirsty monster. Its very endearing. :)

Actually the book is absolutly hillarious and totally awesome. I mean, we knew that. But, just in case, it is. Once I am done I would have read everything exept Orca and Sethra Lavode, which makes me both sad and delighted.

As far as the rest of my life goes, I have a horribly annoying, but hopefully easily mitigated, cold. So, I get to spend my vacation sitting at home reading and chilling. It isn't a bad thing alltogether. Feels like a very long weekend. I want more of these.

My first! My very first! Oh, the jubilation!

College acceptance letter. What did you think I was talking about? :P

So, yeah, I got into RIT. Thats, Rochester Institute Of Technology in case you didn't know. Because there is no reason for you TO know, really. Unless you do know. In which case, good for you. It isn't my first choice and it isn't the last. Its kind of a safety school actually. But, I got in somewhere. Squirrels. Jumpy bouncy squirrels.

Those two last sentences are to be ignored. I am really not sane right now. I had the most weirdly hillarious evening since I got to see Constantine, while getting drunk on a two-littre bottle of Diet Coke. Sort of like last time. Except this time I didn't have to wander around the streets for 4 hours. I wasn't going to go see Constantine. It was to be Searching For Neverland. And then we convinced the entire gorup to see Constantine. And then they bailed out. One by one. But I did find out that the Hitchhiker's Guide commercial looks better on the big scree. And as far as Konstantine goes, it was good. Maybe great. I'd even say Hot. Not quite Awesome. But very very very very cool. Well, hot. Well, you get the point.

I don't think I should be typing right now because I am really high on sugar and I have no clue what I am writing and am totally incapable of coherent thought. Oh and very happy and jubilant. Thats a good thing. And the next week is vacation. That, too, is a good thing.

I got in somewhere. Yay. Huzzah. Yay. Huzzah. Yay. Huzzah. And so on and so forth in the obvious manner. Yay. Huzzah. Yay. Huzzah.

It is sad to realzie how much some stuff is different. I read dialogues in somebody's entry about a year ago and realize that I could have heard a similar dialogue at a certain pointin time, in a certain company of people. But that company of people is not there anymore, and what might have been it, has changed. And I am not sure dislike the change because we gets to do cool rebellious things that I always wanted to do. But, on the other hand, I miss a world where it wasn't a specific company of people, where there were many people like that, where the conversation like the one I read would not have been too out of the norm. And, what is worse is a sharp realization that the world I miss I will never enter again, unless, in some similar enough and cool enough form it is reproduced elsewhere. Melancholy. It isn't healthy. Not at all.

*smacks self*
Much better: Announcement

If you are a senior at SHS who does not hate me or Mike M. and does not have a horrible Russian accent, you should do something really really cool with your time. It wouldn't even be your time. It would be 10 minutes of your class time. Even less than 10 minutes of your class time. More like 4 minutes. The 4 minutes nobody ever uses. Ever. And it would make an awesome story to tell people. You would be remembered for the next 3 years. Comment for more information.

I'd hate to be stuck near Pittsburg, because the rebel forces are nearing Washington. Since California fell a few years ago, I doubt Pennsylvania will have long to live after the fall of the capital. If you are there,I advise you to mmigrate to Canada at once. Don't forget to stop by here though. We have food! And lemons! Lots of lemons! Besides, I need to stalk up on your anime CDs and Lost shizt.

Conencticut is pretty safe though. Hallmeck's rats have escaped but were successfully caught near the radiation leak in the Physics room. Y'know the one Neil activate da few days ago by accident. We covered it up with old notebooks and I guess nobody noticed till now. So, when the rats got there it was dangerously hillariously.

Ultimatly Mr Forker got his leg torn up a bit. Young Brown ran away in fear, waving shrek hands as though they were rocket-like accelerators. it didn't last long because Koroshetz used Teh Voice on the rats. They immediatly lined up and jumped up the window. Me, Mike and Finkel got stuck cleaning up the mess, but at least I am getting 50 points extra credit. w00t!

My Electronic Pencil Sharpener broke. Once upon a time when I had a lot of pencil sharpeners. Then they slowly got lost and eventualy I had only one- a large elctric one. It was beautiful, in that strange way where love for the use of some strange and ugly inanimate object makes it insanely cool. And now, it is dead. Completly. Not even Mostly Dead. Just gone, hopelessly. Why? I have no idea. I wish I did. I will soon, I hope. I mean, it was working one moment. Then, in a few hours, I went upstairs to sharpen my pencil. It didn't work. This is a bloody tragedy and I am quite annoyed.

In other news, I have actually begun doing that scholarship stuff. In fact, after being pestered for about 5 months about it, I finally got around to looking. Apparently there is a scholarship I could get for being an atheist if only I was actually, y'know, an active atheist, which I am really not. Maybe I should start an atheism club really fast. Then disperse it. Then write about it. No? Ah, I know. They shut down the original RPG club because of religion! Well, ok, so technicly it was because some idiot almost broke his leg and some other idiot ratted him out, but a bit of elaboration, right? Right? Ehm, guess thats not going to work either...damn it. Well, I guess I just have to write a few research papers an all will be fine. I can do that before Friday no? Argh. Kill me now.

I hope you took that last sentence to heart by the way. Because if you are going to kill me now, I suggest you use torques or oscillations. That way I can calculate a bunch of stuf about them, just as I lie dying. I have spent a few days studying them, only to find out that neither is the next unit we study. Meh. Actually, As I Lay Dying is quite a spiffy book title, though I confess to never having read the actual book. I should, probably. Right after Beowulf [because I fear I may not get to it in my english class. It can't be less interesting than the Song Of Rolantt, right?], A Clockwork Orange [Its a classic. And they use ranom slavic words for teenage slang. ], the rest of the Foundation Series [Now that I have started it. Why did I do THAT again? But, eh, yay Hardin(?) even if he does seem kind of dictatorial, with Yohan Lee jumping around and asking for permission to jail the oppsition. Hey, that rhymes!]. And I htink I wa splaning to read some more stuff there somewhere. Like, ehm, those Vlad Taltos books that are on the way to me. Supposedly.

I am returning to telgard full force. this is very inspiring, eventhough so far my reurn consists of planning to post on time and asking Sparrowhawk fo Development Work. This is because I am going to have plenty of time and energy to write wonderful explanations of the goblin tribal structure. Right after essays on democracy in post-cold-war counries and ideas governing the writing of the constitution. I think I am growing slightly cuicidal. Just, slightly. Not overly or anything. So if you eellike helping me along, do it with torques and oscillations.

This post can go on infinitly because rambling i saskillI have at 6, with specialization in infinity, which brings my overall rambling till infinity skill to 7 which is very nifty. And now I shall depart and do actual Shadowrun related stuff for my shadowrun character. Well, hopefully.

I figured I would note that I was very pleasantly surprised by Tad Williams's War Of the Flowers book. Yes he also wrote Otherland, the 4000 page or so series that I almost finished in 2 weeks [then I read a page a day for 3 weeks because CTY is not conductive to 1-person activities. Ha.] But I didn't really like Otherland. Well, no I did. I just like this more.

I only chose this because of the cover and the title. The cover looked spiffy and the titele strangely inspiring, event hough everybody i tell it to thinks that it is a romance novel. A trashy romance novel. Well, it isn't. I don't read trashy romance novels [what I read of Anne Rice non-withstanding]. The flowers refers to the house sigils, and if that sounds even worse, well, ehm, it isn't. I mean,t he War Of the Rose was the coolest sounding war in England, right? No wimpiness there. No wimpiness here.

In fact there is anti-wimpiness. The entire premise of the setting, which, I feel, is best part of the book, is industrialized fairyland. Basicly, Fairyland(Sort of like Changeling:the Dreaming, only darker, in its style) has been industrialized. So, everything is wrong and sad. The Lords rule in a totalitarian oligarchy. The goblins are pretty much enslaved- technicly free, but not really. Social classes are rigid. The forest is gone. The landscape has been corrupted to its very core, resembling a grotesque version of the middle of industrialization. The wonderland of fairyworld is a nightmare, and all the scarier and sadder because of it. But of course, Otherland was full of such things. That part felt more like practice for Otherland. But here come the cool things.

( Cool things )

"Primrose looked like he would have wanted to laugh at the joke, but his software failed to recieve the latest humor update."

And that is the end for today. Good night to all!

Surprise me and do this . You know you want to.

The Stamford Public Schools Website is NOT supposed to go down the day before we have 5 inches of snow. Well, supposedly. Do we have school tomorrow? Do we dowe? Do I cook brownies for a bake sale now, mourning or not at all? Do I go berzerk? Do I visit Mazullo, the superintendent and threaten him with a Sailor Moon marathon to make him cancel school? Would the threat even work?

And TMAD was cancelled today when there was no snow. Damn it.

Over the past few days, I have come to the conclusion that parents are like the Greeks. Never trust the nice tone. It means that you will be yelled at later. On the other hand, my rooom is now clean, with the exeption of a giant heap of garbage in the middle of it. But at least it is known garbage. And I need a bookshelf, because apprently there is no magical portal to the forth dimension of book space. I dont even think ther is a forth dimension of book space. But I would still very much like a portal there. At least I could stop accumilating random books like Quantum Physics of Chemistry . I did rescue it from the garbage though.

Speaking of books, the Lord Of Castle Black officially confirms the utter divinity of Steven Brust. Nothing like random musings on the nature of ends, means and justifications being not only randomly inserted into a work, but managing to come off as a peice of stellar and illuminating awesomeness, as opposed to a poorly digested philosophical masquerade. I am happy. I am obsessed. Huzzah!

But, really, there should be a style category of book(&movie) disscussion. I mean, a lot of boks can be thought of in terms of genre. Like, fantasy genre. But then there is also style. A sort of an overarching thing that goes through it. For example, Dumas style, Zelazny style, Beowulf style...So, some things within a confines of a style are supposed to be there and a style can get away with them. Kill Bill and blood squiritng. Brust(as Paafri) and the history of Bengloafurt Ford. Tolkien and mass showings of orcs. Right. This is obvious. But the thing is that for the work to be trully awesome it has to go beyond the style. Kill Bill was more than a revenge movie. Paafri had subtle political commentary and Dragaeran coolness. Also, Morrolan. Tolkien had Frodo, integrating an, everyday type character into a fantasy world. So, the works are awesome. By contrast some people don't use a cool style and still come out OK, like the a Song Of Ice and Fire or Farseer books. The style is called "Normal Realism" in that case, me thinks. And its good too. But it lacks a portion of the cool factor and has to make it up in other ways. Huzzah style!

By the way, I wonder if Anne Rice can be said to write in Romance style. Vampire Lestat does read like a romance novel, or at least what I would imagine a romance novel style to be like. I almost feel like I should read one to fine out, but then I get this vomiting reaction. Sort of like when I try to replace every diet component with chips and soda. Yesterday I found out that this was a bad idea. Then I had normal food and learned the joys of cookie dough. Yum.

Speaking of the sleepover, Sawyer and Sayid, who are characters in Lost the TV show are very very cool. In fact they manage to be totally awesome in all aspects. And I am not obsessed with that show, even if I have a thousand conspiracy theories and will start jumping up and down when further clues are revealed in the next episode.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!
You were about to have a sentence about my lack of computer usage and curses on grandmother who is at the root of it. It isn't her fault, but my vacation felt slightly ruined. But I just found out that my great-dranmother has a fever, which is realy BAD given her age&health. So, I am kinfd of worried and not up to curses. I am a boody sentimetalist at hear,t but this wuld be aeasier if SHE DIDN"T KEEP COMING UP BEHIND ME!!!!!

So, today after SW came home, I went to turn on the nice electronic pot thingie and boil some water for tea. Nothing unusual so far - press a button, see the little red light. Turning aorund, I see the cat is playing with something grey. In fact, something grey and furry and looking like no toy ofhi I saw before.

"Oh, look!" I think " I forgot al about this thing".

Coming closer to look at it, I see that it has little pink paws. They look very relaistic. In fact, the mouse looks very realistic. But it can't be real! So, I wrap my finger in my sleeve and poke it, gently. It rolls off a bit and its feet seem to go back on. I decide that I am hallucinating.

Repeat the exercise. Yep, definitly a mouse. Call for SW, who is in the living room.

Me: Hey, do you want to see a real live mouse?
Him: Very funny.
Me: Ehm, it moved.
Him: It does look kind of real.
Me: Want to poke it?!

At this point, we had to pry the cat away from it before he got infected, imprison him downstairs and try to get the mouse into a plastic bag using a bag and a scooper. Admitedly, SW was doing that - I was sort of standing by wondering if he wanted help. Didn't take long, the mouse got captured (even after running half way across the kitchen) and thrown out the deck into the yard. The cat was let out of the basement.

What remains are two questions. First of all, "How in Mickey's name did it manage to get into our kitchen?" and "Mice usually move faster than this and its face looked kind of different. What kind of a blasted rodent is this anyways?" . I have no clue as to response to either because I am not a zoologist, because the kitchen is more-or-less on the second floor and because I don't understand why it would go there and not be noticed before. Hm. This does not bode well.

Hm. A few hours and nose drops later, I feel better and am no longer dying of a cold. Supper might have helped, but I was OK before that, really. In any case, assuming that this is not the calm before the storm and I do not suddenly develop a fevre tomorrow mourning, I shall be in school on my bithday. This is quite rejoyfull actually, because the physics test got moved to Thursday. And tomorrow is a half day.

What I really meant to say is that I am downlaoding anime. After getting annoyed with the torrent,I decided to do it the old fashioned way and activate that program thingie. It will probably take just as long as a decent torrent, BUT since the torrent was not decent, this is much preferable.

The anime I am downloading is Gungrave. And after watching 32 seconds of the opening I can say that it seems like Hellsing with guns, exept less dark and less bloody. Then again, 32 bloody seconds. I don't think that can count as a worthy amount of stuff to give an opinion on. But, hey a few more weeks and I am done with it and I can watch it. I will just about finish Wolf's Rain by that time at the rate I am watching it.

But on a totally different note, I have been reading a bunch of blogs of authors I like and Steven Brust managed ot redeem himself by expressing an opinion on literature in schools. And I was like "Dude,I agree!" and it suddenly redeemed his previous 50 entiries of whining.

But what I REALLY meant to say is that my birthday is tomorrow. See how circumspect my mind can be? See? See?