Yellow, Padwan

Boy: "And you, Padwan, have learnt the way of the vacuum."
Me: "And you, Padwan, have learnt the way of the Person-Who-Reads-AEther"
Boy: "And you have learnt something!"
Me: "And you have learnt something else!"

Only a test of keyboards

I´m using the spaish lanuguage - or quite possibly french, the ñ isn´t in the same place as on the ones in my school and there´s a ç - keyboard on the computer at cafe - how do you do accents? And the ? is above' next to 0, while ´is in the place of ' - too weird - Café (e and ´ simultaneously; shift e ´ gets you Ë or É, depending on which you press first, I think ) Brown, trying to blog. My fingers are already (partially) used to the keyboard, but this computer uses IE and the lack of Firefox or at least something with tabs (Update. Your. Programs. For. My. Sanity!!) keeps confusing me.
I just like to record the different computers I get to play with; you needen´t bother reading but I think messing with this keyboard is fun.

Countdown to 200 and a lithp resulting from badly-used archaic language.

What I was trying to say, in reference to trying to find some sketches of Lord Tedd to help my strange pursuit of doing a fanart of him that doesn't make my eyes want to bleed:

And there thou hath thy long-sought-after Lord Tedd sketches.

What I lithped:

And there thy hath... heth... theth... somethingth I can't pronounthce...

Also: Definitive template for s.l.i UP!!!! I finally went with a modified version of Ms. Moto.

A post that had I had my way, would've been horribly angsty, so consider yourself lucky unless you actually want to know how my miserable mind works.

I've been drawing comics in my spare time. However in my opinion the art/stories/probable updating times are so awful that no one would want to read them; the storylines remind me of comics I like, and I am mortally afraid of being called a ripoff, almost more so even that of being wrong; and there are much better comics that deserve the readership far more than I. The consequence of that is that I've been depressed the past few weeks. And whenever I re-read the EGS Painted Black storyline (which is sometimes semi-daily, when I don't have anything to study for) I feel like I'm going to cry. ('Why do you read it then?' you ask. Well, I really really like it and it's really really good. Which is the same reason I cry.)
My mother says that the angst comes with being an artist. Damn; I was hoping it came with being a (pre-)teen and would go away in 2-10 years, which is better than in forever.
However, here's some concept sketches for an avatar of mine so you can decide for yourself. If you like them feel free to comment, but I'll probably still be miserable. *sniff* Click for big.


The first draft of my female avatar. I was so worried about doing the ears a similar (okay, very similar) style to Dan Shive's that I probably rather panicked Dad by crying about it. Oh well, at least he doesn't dismiss it as mere angst.


Female and male avatars, without fur. Or tails. As in 'noticeable lack of tail'.


A mini-comic making fun of the fact that I thought the male avatar was kind of cute.

In the Shadows Lurk the Nightmares Made by SEP...

Tomorrow I go to LP.
The day after I take the second level of the Olimpiada del Conocimiento Infantil standardized test.
I previously had gotten 52/70. I aim to top that.
I'm aiming for Mexico City.
Wish me luck.

[Update] the SEP need to work on their nightmare-making. It wasn't that bad. The exam was fun. But when did WWII end? [/Update]

MAJOR 'SQUEE'-age, just warning you.

I. Got. A. Cell phone!!! this afternoon. It is a pink LG chocolate MG800c. Yes, pink. Because I don't like white, and black is kinda... um, I don't know, but all my electronics are black. Uh... so... off to install the software and babble at my dad! Oh, and in a week I will be in LP. But I will not allow that to distract me from my squee-age. So there.

On a book which I just finished today, automatically recommended -

'This is going on my list of stories that might actually be real. Along with... with Kiki Strike and that's about it...
'If not, whoever blogs for them is incredibly dedicated. [and an insanely die-hard fan - you know, like me with the Inheritance Trilogy or the Chrestomanci Chronicles.] And never gets bored.
'Oh, and is really good at faking X-rays and what have you and who knows what else.'

Ya see, this is too weird and too complicated not to be true.
I can't wait till the next book comes out.
To think that I only started it this morning/finished it a couple minutes ago.

MaximumRide.com
The aforementioned blog

Playing with Vista

Got an opportunity to mess w/ someone else's machine: one of the ones in the Ricardo Amigo real estate place. My primary analysis? Vista is basically a slightly prettier version (but not much) of XP. I am speaking of Windows here. Well, I admit, some of the glowy stuff is cool. But still, my machine is slow enough as it is!!
However, have not run into that 'cancel or allow' stuff yet. Every cloud as a silver lining.
Admittedly, a thin one. But we can't be picky.

In other news, it is Cinco de Mayo. I forget what it's supposed to be. I am sure we will be reminded on Monday.

I am making a timeline (and it is rather, uh, huge- primary estimates based on my first segment of eight that was handwritten indicates around 5ft each, 45 feet or so. But some will be typed.

This machine is relatively (ok, very) new. It has a little Windows Vista sticker on it, and a small keyboard, which I think was not the best design choice; ditto on the mouse buttons that don't stick up at all. Speaking of annoying. And though it is new... ish... 'enter,' '?,' and '.' don't allways work right. *sigh*

Though I admit I don't like the keyboard much, there's something about the arrow buttons that mine lack.
Oh yeah.
Lack of overuse.

...wait, did that even make sense?

Since we're on the subject of homework...

'In the space of 3 measly days I intend to start and finish a paper on geometric figures, start and finish a timeline for every chapter of this book [my history textbook] and tape them all together. Fun!
'I'm an overachiever, this is what I call fun.'
Me, to my mom, today.

Return of the Homework

I don't know if you find me posting my homework annoying, but this was just so unberably cool I couldn't help it. Check it out.

Whoa!

A parade, carrying the Dia Del Ni~no Queen, Princess and Ladies In Waiting for my school, including our dear little midget queen (she's a first grader! Although... she could be a second grader for all I would know unless they announced it! They're all shorter than me! Therefore, they're all midgets to me!) on top of what looks like a limo.

Happy Dia del Ni~no to all the kids out there (be they 1 or 101)

I feel remarkably dead for someone alive

"No, just - stop laughing. That's better. Yeah. Okay, wave at Sanity... Can't you see her-? She's over there- yes, like that, wave byebye to Sanity. Good girl."

This is what comes of reading the Raining Noodles archives.
Actually, I think I was looking at the source code when I cracked up...
Weird. Source code makes me laugh.
Maybe it was the utter insanity of what I'm going to do on S.L.I..
Oh well. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to google HTML for the brainless, see what comes up.

baaaaack...?

No, I haven't disappeared. I half wish I had; I'd love to see the comments. But aside from that? I haven't been posting because I haven't been doing much worth posting about. Let me think.
*sound of crickets chirping*
Uh...
Well, my class went to the Pescadero school yesterday along with 5C and I managed to get a mouthful of sand falling off monkey bars, fell off a wall, walked on a tree, and had to get out of another tree - that had I fallen off of I would've been covered with mud, so good thing that I wasn't, I would've been in major trouble - precariously because of my teacher ("Rose! GET OUT OF THEIR TREE!" O.o). And what can be learned from that? That now my right arm hurts because I hold on longer with it for some instinctual reason because I'm right-handed, that I climb a lot, that football is boring to watch, that the reason I never play sports voluntarilly is because everyone assumes that if it's not intellectual I'll be awful at it and why let the awful people practice? We don't want equality and opportunity, we want to win so I don't get any practice, no one wants me on their team (however, I have never had "I'll take ___" "I'll take... Uh, professor, can I pick the rock?") and I feel bad about even playing because again, we're loosing, why should I play? I'll just make us loose worse...
Gods damn the star system at play in most schools. Or all. It seems to be basic human nature - and spiteful, ugly, and underhanded it is, it must be human nature.
People wonder why I call myself Cat. It's because, according to my observations, the human species is not one you would want to be anything more than a long-distance phone call away from sometimes. It is not something you want to be affilated with. It is something you can despise, regard with sympathy or fondness, or find funny, depending on your disposition and the time of day.
But it is not a species I want to be.
Tough luck.

On Pronunciation of word that end in A

"You listen, you'll hear her saying R's [for words that end in A]-"
" 'Arse' is a completely different word."
*sound of laughter coming from behind a weighty book*

Exam results

Do you remember those panic-filled Mexico-wide sixth-grade exams I would rant about? If you don't, no matter; suffice to say that the prelims were eighty questions, all subjects, mystifying and A-D. Four of eighty I had to guess.
Out of something like 10,316 people, I learned Thursday morning, I got second place.
You probably think I was elated. And I was. But there was one thing that filled me with simmering resentment- if the exams had been a week later I wouldn't've had to guess those four! - and another that left me ruefully panicked, though that paled in comparison to the INCOMING! exams in LP where we would, of course, get to meet the mayor...
The teasing if the first place person was a boy, who out-exammed me, considered smart and a bit of a pain-in-the-butt feminist by the boys-
The teasing would positively kill me.

The title of this post was bland because otherwise, if it was to apropriately express my mood, it would be Ohmygodsohmygodsohmygods... and I think I did that with Michael already. But, for the sake of mystifying you until I explain it on Evolution of a Writer*, and possibly and then some-
Seradoc somemighty on a stick...
This is really happening.
I'm scared.
*It (the thing in italics) is a reference to some of my favorites out of the gods and cavalcade of demigods I invented for the book that the surface area of dragons: The Evolution of a Writer chronicles the most.

New drawings

I've been wanting to scan some of my drawings in particular for a long time, and thought you might like to see...
Also, I started a blog (another! Ye go- whoops, don't want to summon them again by accident - ) that chronicles my writing. Check it out if you like.

Yet Another Attempt- I must be crazy

I once *again* tried to rewrite the CSS on SLI. Still no sucessfullness: my code ruined the page, and I ended up having to reload the current hole-full, awful template from disk. I am coming to hate that blog.

I think I shall finally dream something to blog about!

Had a strange dream last night. Lesse. There was this thing on this beach, a privately owned beach - how weird is that - , and a bunch of people were invited - and did I mention my parents were still together? Weeeeeeirrrrdddd, I say - and so they were down at the end of this steeply slanted beach, but my best friend in the dream and her little brother got bored so we started walking up but around halfway up we stopped to rest in these enormous plastic beach chairs with red upholstery, honestly they were as big as cars, but then this huge! tidal wave came and smashed the chairs, and she was pulling him out and his foot was still in the chair when kablooey! and I was still sitting there but I had grabbed my stick because when I go to the beach, I always grab driftwood for witches' wands and staffs, and this one was a lovely six foot one and I got blasted straight out of the back of the for some reason slightly smoking chair and the stick stuck in the dune wall at the top of the beach, so I just held on since pretty much the wave just blew us to safety and as we screamed and screamed the alarm for the grownups, but then there was this huge wave going down the middle and most of the grownups were gone but my mom was running in front with her wrists drawn up to her shoulders, flapping her hands, kind of shriek-squawking and jumping with both feet together just ahead of the ravenous wave, which for some reason resembled a leopard seal, which prey on penguins, and my dad seemed to think she had gone nuts-
And then we were there, and the grownups were safe and pulling out their cell phones to chatter loudly about how "I was, like, so scared and there was like this huge wave, it was like huge," so we slipped quietly away to somewhere more interesting, to find someone who would care that the rapidly spreading wave had adverse effects on adults' sanity, already tenuous as it is.

This was a highly remarkable occurrence as I don't dream much. Maybe I'll make a habit out of it. It would be interesting to look like a dreaming nun.

How Blog Entries are Made

*looks askance at username and polishes nonexistent glasses, stroking beard* *remembers she doesn't have a beard* *her brain wanders off in search of cheese leaving her in front of a computer; ("Ah well," she shrugs, "might as well type, then")*
And that is how blog entries are made.
From a recent (ie happening right now) chat.

In other news, I am recovering from a very nasty flu going around. Of course it is nasty. Things that go around have a tendency to be nasty, otherwise they'd loose momentum and fizzle out.

I'm baaaaaaaaaack!!

From camping and I'd just love to give you a full report only I'd like to comment on Z, who hated me before I left for winning a game of chess. So this is our IM conversation to date, spanish and ingish (spanglish for english or ingles)
"Hola fool"
"Todavia me odias?"
"Si."
"Y entonces me estas platicando porque...?"
"nadamas y si quieres callate"
"o_O"
"o_O eso que?"
"*rolleyes* humanos..."
"eres un humano rose o no eres un microbio?"
"gato"

"Hello fool"
"You still hate me?"
"Yes."
"And so you are talking to me because...?"
"Just because and shut up if you want to"
"o_O"
"o_O what's that?"
"*rollseyes* humans..."
"You are a human rose or are you a microbe?"
"cat"