NiftyNinjaGirl's Xanga

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Sat, 16 Sep 2006 13:50:20 GMT

Hear ye, hear ye.

New Xanga. Why? Well, this one's a bit cluttered up, and I can't really keep track of all the subscriptions...to be quite frank, I can't even remember who half of them are. >_> Sooo...for any of you interested, here.

http://www.xanga.com/veryemousername

Ta!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Wed, 16 Aug 2006 18:45:50 GMT

-insert exciting things here-

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Sun, 09 Jul 2006 20:55:31 GMT

   I just remembered that I had this little site. Haha.

   What can I say to summarize the last few months?   Well, for starters, we’re moving. Our main reason to move is because of this stupid little thing called capital gains, which was invented simply to ruin our lives, I’m sure.   Thus we are moving locally, but to a nicer neighborhood. This is all well and good, but one day after we signed the papers for the house, my mom lost her job.

   What?

   Yeah, it’s funny how things like that work. We didn’t have an explanation or a reason, just a very formal letter that could very well ruin our lives. Yeah, “ruin” may seem like an exaggeration, but no, it didn’t feel like it. I mean, for once it looked like our lives were going well, that things were going our way. But NO, we were back to square one. Again. I confess I was very bitter about the whole thing, but only for a little while. God didn’t allow me to stay that way. :] None of us really had a choice but to trust him, so trust we did.

   And he came through. After many ups and downs, a job was offered to her last week.

   I feel like giggling as I write this. Everything is coming together beautifully.

   As such, we’re still planning on moving. Yesterday we got the chance to get a sneak peek of our house--it’s so beautiful. We were able to go inside and poke around and whatnot. Though there was sawdust covering the floors and toilets positioned in random areas and orange peels on our driveway, it was an incredible thing to see. We get the keys in just 11 days!

   It’s been such a crazy process.   Living in the same house 15 years with a household of packrats (not myself, never myself), there’s quite a lot of clutter that needs our attention, haha. Then there’s the stupid random repairs to make around the house (things we should’ve fixed years ago, like things broken by Gary) and whatnot. It’s quite a project--I can’t emphasize that enough--but it’s all coming together.

   After that long speech that nobody cares about, let me conclude by saying…go see Dead Man’s Chest. It’s awesome!

Monday, April 10, 2006

Mon, 10 Apr 2006 17:30:14 GMT

    New layout, to begin with. Hopefully I'll be able to upload a new profile picture (a ninja one, mind you) and then the transformation will be complete.

    Spring Break has turned out to be relaxing and very eventless thus far. No exploring jungles and hazardous caves or discovering cures for cancer here, folks.

    Unanimous is quite the interesting show. For those of you who have no idea what it is, here's the basic idea: 9 strangers are locked underground (in a very high-tech, sci-fi-looking bunker) with one goal--to unanimously decide who will win 1.5 million dollars. Naturally with both conflicting personalities and interests, sparks arise and things are not at all easy. The best and worst comes out in the contestants--some are selfless and open, while others lie and manipulate to get their way.
    Of course, there's a number of twists and turns as the show progresses. To summarize, it's a very interesting show, and one that I'd recommend.

    World of Warcraft is draining away my very life. When I first started playing it I had no intention of becoming a WoW addict--I didn't even think it was that fun. But no, all good intentions have been lost as this game is preying upon my very soul! It's quite as addictive as everyone makes it out to be...perhaps one of the reasons I haven't been hanging around these parts quite so much?

    This post wouldn't feel complete without a rant on some subject, but as it is there are far too many subjects to rant about at this moment. Illegal immigration woes, the Gospel of Judas, the world threatening to rip apart....

    We shall settle for the second-best thing: a good dose of poetry. Yes, yes indeed. Enjoy Shakespeare's 116th Sonnet.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Tue, 21 Mar 2006 21:09:23 GMT

Okay, I'm not officially reopening my blog, but I'll post when fancy strikes me.

Something most distressing, disturbing, bothersome, and all-around infuriating happened yesterday. You see, as of late our Internet has not been working at all well. Our service provider was no help, but eventually we figured that the problem was our line.
The solution? Get someone to install a new line. Well, that's all well and good, but of all the people in all the world, Mom had to decide she wanted her friend's soon-to-be ex husband to install the line. I thought this was incredibly stupid and a bit pointless, but she said he'd do a good job of it and that would be that. So, we played phone tag for a while, until they finally were able to talk on the phone.
Ok. Long story short, he asked her out. The divorce has barely been finalized, and already he's turning to other women. That in itself is bad enough, but he has a lot of nerve to ask a friend of his wife's! Did she expect him to welcome it with open arms?
On top of all that, we haven't really even seen or talked to him for years. What a desperate person he must be.

Bleh. That just left me feeling weird.

David's taking a lot of silly classes this year, like Sociology and Psychology and all that jazz. He received a sociology assignment in which he was supposed to visit a grocery store, think up a bunch of mumbo jumbo about why the Ethnic Foods aisle encourages prejudice and discrimination, and visit a toy store and discover how toys shape gender and race issues.
I went along as secretary and brainstormer. It was actually quite interesting. Well, the food part wasn't so interesting. The toy part was. There was a lot of interesting things to note, especially for the toys geared for girls. Increasingly they're focused on materialism, glamour, and sex appeal. It was pretty depressing. There was a Bratz doll, complete with skimpy outfit, exagerrated features, excess makeup, with the box declaring "Comes with Luscious Loungewear!" or "Flashy Party Outfit!" Sound like a toy for a four-year-old? I think not.
I planned on writing a huge rant about my findings, but that can be delayed until another time, I think.

Yeah, I'll try to get around to returning your comments...:]

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Sun, 19 Mar 2006 23:29:51 GMT

When we two parted

In silence and tears,

Half broken-hearted

To sever for years,

Pale grew thy cheek and cold,

Colder thy kiss;

Truly that hour foretold

Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning

Sunk chill on my brow ---

It felt like the warning

Of what I feel now.

Thy vows are all broken,

And light is thy fame;

I hear thy name spoken,

And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,

A knell to mine ear;

A shudder comes o'er me ---

Why wert thou so dear?

They know not I knew thee,

Who knew thee too well: ---

Long, long shall I rue thee,

Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met ---

In silence I grieve,

That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive.

If I should meet thee

After long years,

How should I greet thee? ---

With silence and tears.

Monday, March 13, 2006

Mon, 13 Mar 2006 01:41:12 GMT

Boo.

Scared you.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 21:12:34 GMT

Alright, so I've had enough of this whole Xanga deal. Why? 1) There's no point in writing about my life, and I'm not inspired enough to write about controversial issues and whatnot. 2) Few people read anyway, and those who do I'm too lazy to return their comments. It's shameful, really, and I think this place has lost its charm with me.

For any of you who care that I'm gone, you can always IM me or whatever.

MSN: Alexis_Kent05@hotmail.com
AIM: EndearingDingbat or Hroswitha04
YIM: bondservant004

See, I'm not even inspired enough to write an angsty/inspiring/drawn-out leaving post. Really is a sure sign that it's time to call it quits. Take care of yourselves, kids.

Monday, January 23, 2006

Mon, 23 Jan 2006 01:58:07 GMT

Review: The New World

Let me start by saying that I had great hopes for this film. The trailer looked quite promising, but let me assure you that the movie is nothing like it.

For some, a movie can be defined by its music. Well, if you appreciate a good score whatsoever, then prepare to be disappointed. This movie has TWO songs that it repeats throughout. One of them is a monotonous horn droning on a few simple notes, and the other is a classical piece that was written at least a hundred years after the movie was set. Both of these songs play at the most inopportune time, and always seem to clash a bit with what is happening.

I can't even say for the acting, for acting was scarcely needed in this movie. All the actors had to do was frown and look angsty, or smile and jump about through the grass. The very, very few lines in the movie (mostly mumbled voice overs)are delivered apathetically, as though even the actors themselves know how horrid their lines are.

Due to the beauty of the new world, the visuals are often quite stunning. However, this is lost upon viewers as we are forced to watch 15-second clips of a single tree. I know that nature was supposed to play a big part in this movie, but for that you could just turn on your local nature channel. Quite possibly it might have more plot than this farce of a movie.

One of this film's strong points is its depiction of the sufferings and primitive conditions that the settlers of Jamestown lived in. The natives, or "the naturals" also seemed quite real.

However, the story itself was quite flawed. I had been looking forward to the movie because it looked to be somewhat historically accurate--after all, it advertised itself as such. Well, I'm afraid I was also terribly disappointed in that respect. A huge portion of the movie is devoted to the relationship between Smith and Pocohontas (the movie never mentions her by name). I found it a bit disturbing to sit through the endless scenes of them frolicking throughout the grassy meadows, as he was middle-aged and she a young girl. The relationship is not at all developed, save for a few monologues by Smith and disjointed scenes of aforementioned frolicking.

Finally, the movie seemed to have no end. It's said to be somewhere around two or two and a half hours--I don't believe a word of it. I felt as though I was sitting in that theater for five hours, and wanted to leave well before the movie was over. Others felt the same, and even started to leave before the ending scene (which was, by the way, a totally pointless scene).

When the credits rolled, I felt exactly like the girl who cried out, "Finally!"

Friday, January 20, 2006

Fri, 20 Jan 2006 00:41:13 GMT

Life goes on.