<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254</id><updated>2009-02-21T01:02:06.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSBD :: INFERNO</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-91761424</id><published>2003-03-31T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T16:13:28.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;NOTICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no further entries here. Blogger has become far too unreliable. But never fear, you will still be able to spy on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW SITE LINK: &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/sister-ray/psbd.htm"&gt;PLAYSTATION BLACK DISK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell are you still doing around here? =P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-91761424?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/91761424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/91761424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91761424' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-91615311</id><published>2003-03-29T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T12:20:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Born to be Bone from Gitaroo Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night/this morning Becca and I had a hair dye fest. We both dyed our hair black, which makes it all of like 3 shades darker since we both have really dark brown hair naturally. It was amusing though. Black is a good color for hair. I like it because it brings out the blue of my eyes and makes them look really bright. And it makes for a good contrast with my pasty white skin. I could so be a goth if I wanted to; I'm scrawny, pastey and dark-haired, and it's ALL natural! Tee hee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I hope to buy a digital camera if I can find one that's cheap enough. Then I really can take picture of my crotch! XD I really need to brush up on my DDR skills, too. I don't know when the next tournament is, but when it does come I'm probably going to suck lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dodging lightning bolts in FFX last night and got hit at 157. Blast, foiled again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My professor is fixing my grade from last quarter. Fortunately, he's really cool and not some pompous asshole. My schedule, however, is still fucked until further notice. fuckfuckfuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/Ikuy/1036790797_wufeismile.jpg" border="0" alt="Vhang Wufei"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You would most likely chase... Chang Wufei!  Wufei&lt;br&gt;is a chauvinistic gundam pilot with a seemingly&lt;br&gt;receding hairline.  I doubt that he would allow&lt;br&gt;you to chase him.  I don't really blame him,&lt;br&gt;after his wife, Nataku *shiver*.  Well, best of&lt;br&gt;luck!  You'll need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ikuy/quizzes/Which%20Gundam%20Pilot%20Would%20You%20Be%20Most%20Likely%20to%20Chase%20After%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Gundam Pilot Would You Be Most Likely to Chase After?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm yes, Wufei is a fine little boy. I'd fuck him. Yes, yes I would. Thoroughly. Never mind the fact that he's only 15 and is like 5' 2" or something. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1031773907_CMyDocumentsMyPictureswufeibanner.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wufei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/nirvanalover/quizzes/Which%20Gundam%20Pilot%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Gundam Pilot Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently I'm supposed to BE Wufei too. Roight then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing Meff descibe the movie "The Core" in this way, I've made even more mental notes not to see it: &lt;br /&gt;SailorMeff: and I've decided the best way to describe it is that it's about a magical dildo sent to drill the earth and and unload it's package in the gooey soft spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the &lt;a href="http://www.uspoliticsforum.com/emergency/"&gt;Oh, the hilarity!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Eminem: "I'm all for America, fuck the government".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Will for sending me a picture of a HOT korean guy! &lt;a href="http://img.chinauser.com/img/9960137585.jpg" target="_new"&gt;sexsexsex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-91615311?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/91615311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/91615311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91615311' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-91525935</id><published>2003-03-27T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T20:47:33.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listening to: Lorelei by Theatre of Tragedy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry at my educational institution for two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I went to my fourth class, Multimedia Authoring Tools, today. The class is about lingo programming. The professor was talking about all this stuff that he expected us to already know. I knew a little of it, and had to think a whole bunch to get the rest. I was like, hmmm something is amiss here. So after the class I asked the professor if the class had a prerequisite and it FUCKING DID. This class was based on another one I hadn't taken. The reason this pisses me off is that one the course listing, no prerequisite is listed for this class. I had no idea. So now my choices are a) drop the class and futilely attempt to find something else to fit that time slot or b) stay in the class and bust my ass teaching myself the first 15 chapters (300 pages) from this lingo programming guide over a two week period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I looked at my transcript today and on there I have a B in a class that I actually got an A in, according to the professor. Firmly worded letters have been written to the appropriate individuals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vagina Monologues opens next week, so I will have no time to do ANYTHING. Thank god for my four hour break in the middle of the day or I wouldn't even have time to do homework. Our casting call is at 5:30, and I don't get out of class until 7. We don't get done until at least 11 pm. I have 8 am class on Monday and Wednesday. Taihen desu ne. Hima no toki ga nai. &gt;_&lt; Ima, yuki ga futeiru yo. Blah. Motto yuki ga irinai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.uinmind.com/sara/images/quiz1results/luxury.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uinmind.com/sara/quiz1.htm"&gt;Where do you deserve to be &lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that idea. Let's work with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-91525935?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/91525935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/91525935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91525935' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-91454368</id><published>2003-03-26T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T19:34:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Da Funk by Daft Punk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class started today. I had three of my four classes today. The d-low:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentals of Design: This'll be a fun class. We're going to learn to use Illustrator, which I'm excited about since I've never done anything with that program before. Later in the quarter we're going to move into Photoshop, which should be a relative cakewalk. Some of our projects include making logos, CD covers and posters. The professor is cool; blatantly gay, and he's one of those totally personable, non-intimidating professors. And he's scathingly witty. He gets a thumbs up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese: Very interesting, as usual. Only this quarter, we're going to start reading stories, and we have to learn 100 new kanji. O____O That's a LOT of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computing and Society: This one sounds really, really interesting. It looks at computer related technology and its history from a sociological/anthropological perspective, and covers a lot of really interesting topics including internationalism and foreign policy, gender issues, and the history in the context of technology and computers. Speaking of that class, here's a quote from the professor I found amusing: "It gets crazy! I mean, half the programming is done here, half in India and the other in... Bulgaria or some place." Everyone in the class exchanged subtle "did-he-say-what-I-think-he-said" looks and stifled giggles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my fourth class, Multimedia Authoring Tools, tomorrow. Three out of four of my classes are amazingly nerdy. I LOVE IT! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a random AIM convo that I thought was hysterical for some reason. &lt;br /&gt;Sister Ray Is: seymour is hot&lt;br /&gt;SKAEID: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;SKAEID: one of my sisters agrees&lt;br /&gt;Sister Ray Is: his voice is kind of sexy, too&lt;br /&gt;SKAEID: he always looks fat to me&lt;br /&gt;SKAEID: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Sister Ray Is: lol. fat?&lt;br /&gt;SKAEID: yeah, i know hes not&lt;br /&gt;SKAEID: but thats just the impression i get from him&lt;br /&gt;Sister Ray Is: lmao!&lt;br /&gt;SKAEID: i dont know, his baggy robe or something&lt;br /&gt;Sister Ray Is: i dont know why that's so funny, but it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-91454368?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/91454368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/91454368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91454368' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-91374572</id><published>2003-03-25T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T15:20:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Another Brick In the Wall pt.3 by Pink Floyd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three of the main things essential to my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. video games&lt;br /&gt;2. awesome (new) clothing&lt;br /&gt;3. lots of food (spaghetti-o's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to school today to see repairmen working on the roof of my dorm. Apparently, it sustained quite a bit of damage from the snow and was on the verge of collapse. &gt;__O Not exactly good to hear, seeing as how I live on the top floor. At least they're getting it fixed. I have 8am class tomorrow. Whoever invented that should stop existing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored so I took quizzes about cross-dressing j-rockers. Go me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/hepsygurl/1038119044_magesgackt.jpg" border="0" alt="GACKT should suit you!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;GACKT should suit you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hepsygurl/quizzes/Which%20JROCK%20male%20should%20suit%20YOU%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which JROCK male should suit YOU?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gackt does suit me well... and my PANTS well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/Kyoliciousness/1035420492_sammich.jpg" border="0" alt="gackt sandwich"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the Gackt Sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Kyoliciousness/quizzes/Which%20Awkward%20Gackt%20Moment%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Awkward Gackt Moment are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirely sure what's going on there, but it appears that there are two or more hotties engaged in activity that looks to be at least partially sexual in nature. THUMBS UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-91374572?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/91374572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/91374572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91374572' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-91248384</id><published>2003-03-23T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T16:43:08.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Candy from DDR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bitch is my recital...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this war thing is still kind of bothersome for me. But now that it's underway, there's really no point in opposing it anymore. I'm still not exactly thrilled about it, but there's nothing I can do to change the situation. The troops, as always have my full support (not like it matters anyway, though. Except for my cousin. I sent him a letter), as does the USA as a whole. It is kind of disheartening that we've had more casualties from friendly fire and accidents than from enemy fire, though. My cousin's tank unit is still okay, but they're getting really close to Baghdad. They're within 100 miles, so I wouldn't be surprised if they started encountering some more resistance. I'm not sure if I agree with CNN's full live coverage of the ENTIRE war, though. Example: I was watching this afternoon, and they showed footage of a gunfire, which wasn't bad, and then showed a building get lit on fire and a guy run out, on fire, thrashing and screaming. Later on, they said they were "exercising restraint" by not showing pictures of the soldiers who had been shot dead. Seems a little hypocritical if you ask me. People are so hell-bent on blaming all sorts of fictional things for crimes and violence that they can't see the simple truth of it; the news is as violent as an R rated movie or an M rated video game, with one massive, crucial difference: what you see on the news is REALLY HAPPENING, and often, it's live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I have been watching a lot of TV lately, which is weird for me. But I need to keep up with what's happening. Because if you're not informed, and don't know the full details of a given situation, you really have no right to be forming an opinion on it because you have no idea what you're talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random side note:&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my taxes today (barf on myself) and on the Colorado state tax form, at the top, they have the lines where you enter your name and SSN, and your spouse's name and SSN. They also had little boxes next to each one that said "deceased", and you could check yes. Why they had this next to the line where you fill in YOUR information is beyond me; if you're filling out the form, you're obviously not dead. I was really tempted to check "yes" just to see what would happen lol. It's stupid little things like that that make the government look bad. Also, I saw a witty pro-war sign on the news today. It sad: "First Iraq, then France, the Hollywood". It's terrible, but it did make me giggle. Whoever made that sign gets wit points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In video game news: I played DDR today for the first time in like a week and a half. &gt;__&lt; I was a little rusty at first, but was soon back up to full form. DDR is a lot like riding a bicycle, I've noticed- once you can do it, it just sort of stays with you. I'm just dicking around in FFX; I could go fight Sin right now if I wanted to, but there's a shitload of little sidequest things I want to do first. My brother started playing Devil May Cry and since he's unfortunately not very good at video games I had to help him with a lot of parts. But it's all good- more oppotunities for me to gaze upon Dante's hotness. I really need to go through that game on hard mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-91248384?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/91248384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/91248384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91248384' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-91171768</id><published>2003-03-22T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T00:35:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: The Heat Is On from Bust A Groove&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads were finally clear enough for me to return home today. It was weird driving up in Evergreen- looking out the windows of an SUV, the snow is at eye level. O_o Also in good news, my cousin's tank unit, the 7th cavalry hasn't encountered any resistance while heading toward Baghdad, so he's ok. I'm more worried about what will happen when they actually get to Baghdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy X update: I just beat Yunalesca. Christ in a bucket, that was one hell of a boss fight. Yunalesca is fugly, especially the giant Medusa head thing. Auron got like 9820598096 times cooler in the span of like a half an hour. My brother and I decided that that jug he always carries around is full of whoop ass. He takes a swig of it and then pounds the shit out of stuff. Go Auron. Seymour is still hot. I'm obssessed with monster catching. I wandered around for a good hour and half finding Malboros. I ADORE the characters. I'm going to be so sad when the game ends just because I don't get to see any more of the characters. I've found that I can't really enjoy a game unless I like the characters. Ironically, my top three favorite characters are the female characters: Lulu, Rikku, and Yuna, in that order. Usually, each FF game has the token drivelling, helpless, stereotypical damsel-in-distress female whom I hate with the fury of 10 suns (read: Aeris, Rinoa, Garnet, and the like). I know it sounds retarded, but I find characters like that to be sort of offensive, like an insult to my intelligence or something. FFX doesn't have a character like that. At first I was thinking it would be Yuna, but she is DEFINITELY not like that. The moment I found out she was going to die at the end of her journey, my respect for jumped astronomically. It explained why she's always been so distant and wistful. And it's so cute how fond Rikku is of her, since they're cousins and all. It's also cute how Rikku wants to be like Lulu when she grows up. Rikku is just cute lol. I'm going to log MASSIVE hours on this game. A plethora of side quests await me as soon as I get the airship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is taking me shopping on Monday. YAAAY! XD My mom is so freaking awesome. I told her about the meaning of my tattoo (how it's a reminder of the most important lesson I've learned in my life), told her about the lesson I learned and she agreed with me that it was really important. I was actually surprised how nonchalant she was about the fact that I had gotten a tattoo. You always hear all these stories about people's parents freaking out about tattoos, but my mom was just like, "oh, good for you". My mom has had the important realization that there's little point in telling what to do or what not to do, because I'll just do as I please anyway. She's just sort of accepted this fact, and as a result is very supportive and understanding- also, she and I never really have arguments. My dad? Well, he just sort of adopts the don't-ask-don't-tell policy when dealing with me lol. My mom, however, is also strangely omniscient and somehow knows far more about my personal life than I originally gave her credit for. She drops little hints about the stuff she knows at the weirdest times. Like when my aunt was visiting over Christmas break, we were eating breakfast in a restaurant and I had ordered this huge sandwich thing and my aunt was like, "can you fit that in your mouth?", after which my mom made a blatantly suggestive crack about some of the "other things" I had fit into my mouth. I was just like, O______O I don't know how the hell my mom knows this stuff. Maybe clairvoyance is a little discussed side effect of childbirth. Speaking of sucking cock:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaypersonality.com/blowjobquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/seventy-five.jpg" alt="75% blowjob skilled" width="150" height="155" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are &lt;a href="http://www.gaypersonality.com/seventyfive.html"&gt;75% Skilled @ Giving Blowjobs&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are great, with the potential of being stellar.&lt;br /&gt;All you lack is a couple of dynamic moves.&lt;br /&gt;You can be a little too eager - making the experience for the other person a bit rough.&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy. Be a little more sensual in your oral sex endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;You are on the right track though. Practice makes perfect.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaypersonality.com/blowjobquiz.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Think You're Good at Giving Head? Don't Be Sure. "How Does Your Blowjob Rate?" Quiz Reveals All!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaypersonality.com/"&gt;More Revealing Gay Quizzes @ Gay Personality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only certain polygon based individuals were real so I would be motivated to practice... =O~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-91171768?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/91171768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/91171768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91171768' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-91047296</id><published>2003-03-20T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T00:21:39.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Spiel Mit Mir by Rammstein&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off by saying: MY VOICE IS MOIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was spent almost entirely outdoors, engaged in a construction project of epic proportions. Well, maybe not epic, but pretty fucking big. Claire, Les, Becca and I began building a circular snow fortress that's probably 10 feet in diameter. The walls (which we are making out of bricks made from small trash cans), are currently around three and a half feet tall and will be about five feet when we're finished. We decided to put all this crappy snow to good use and make something out of it. What we're going to do with it once it's made isn't entirely clear, but it's definitely going to involve communism and a platypus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In shittier news, the US bombed Iraq earlier tonight. But I'm sure you all knew that. Is that shitty? You damn right it is. Saddam Hussein definitely DOES need to fuck out of there, but launching three dozen cruise missiles into a highly populated urban area doesn't strike me as the best way to going about doing that. I may be pretty pissy and pretty aggressive, but I am NOT in favor of the slaughter of innocent civilians. Also, this is sort of a personal matter because my cousin is the commander of a tank unit that is (was?) currently stationed 13 miles from the Iraqi border, in Kuwait. They were saying something on the news about moving in groud troops and whatnot once the air strikes were finished, and that worries me, because it'll be my cousin. People may say, "but Sis, don't you care about getting rid of Saddam? Oil?" and I say, "fuck you, I don't want my cousin to die." Because people WILL die. It's a fucking war, not a diplomatic stategy, a game, a crusade, a quest for justice, or any other bullshit like that. War is war, not matter now you sugar coat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go eat some Wheat Thins in a highly agitated fashion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-91047296?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/91047296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/91047296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91047296' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-90966455</id><published>2003-03-18T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T20:14:13.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: All The Things She Said by Tatu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is snowing outside like a motherfucker. I'm not sure you fully grasp the amount of frozen water shit dumping out the sky, how much has dumped and how much will continue to dump. Here in Denver, there is currently almost two feet of snow on the ground, and it's still coming down. I talked to my dad earlier to day and where I live (an elevation of around 8000 feet), and he said that at that time there was two and half feet. It has to be over three feet by now. O__O That is absolutely freakish. It does NOT snow that much here, hardly ever. Up in the mountains, a foot of snow happens frequently this time of year and is nothing to get excited about. But THREE? Zesty n'est pas. Ugh. I was supposed to go home for spring break today, but that didn't happen because a big stretch of I-70 (the major east-west freeway through Colorado) near my house is closed. &gt;__&lt; I fucking HATE snow. I hate cold and I hate water and snow is the embodiment of both. I hate shoveling it. I hate driving in it. I hate other people from other states who don't know how to fucking drive in it and don't understand the simple fucking concept that ice is slippery and therefore tires have less traction. People who think that because they have a 10 ton SUV with all wheel drive, they are invincible. Now I have to be stuck in the dorms for another day, at least. With my obnoxious fucking neighbors. I was REALLLLYYY looking forward to sleeping in a place where it's quiet, and not being woken up at least twice throughout the night by people slamming doors and yelling. But no. Also, I don't have any food or any meal plan left. So as long as I'm at the dorms, I have no way to eat. I need to get the FUCK out of this shit hole, but I can't do that because of the fucking snow. And even when/if I do go back to Evergreen, I won't be able to drive anywhere because the roads are so awful. Whoopty-fucking-doo. I hate this shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What rhymes with jizz? 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Eat a dick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to that introductory sentence, I AM indeed in a good mood. I'm almost done with my paper and therefore almost done with all my finals nonsense. Speaking of finals, after my Japanese final today my whole class went to Oshima Ramen for some reeeaaallllyyy good ramen bowls and ice cream. Green tea ice cream rocks my pants. I could seriously eat it by the pint. XD Also, my cool necklace came yesterday. It's a cute little sword and I'm wearing it right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This allows me to not work on my paper.&lt;br /&gt;-What is your view of heaven? According to Christianity, good people go there when they die.&lt;br /&gt;-What is your view of hell?  IT FUCKIN ROCKS! That's where I'm goin' when I die. XD&lt;br /&gt;-What do you consider the greatest invention of mankind? Electricity or food preservatives.&lt;br /&gt;-What do you consider the worst invention of mankind? Television. Or guns.&lt;br /&gt;-What is your earlyest memory? Pouring macaroni on my head when I was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;-What is the proposition of Pythagoras? A squared + B squared  = C squared. Math can eat my ass.&lt;br /&gt;-If you could ask God one question, what would you ask? What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;-If the world would disappear tomorrow, what would you do today? Eat, sleep, play video games, the usual.&lt;br /&gt;-If you could change one thing about your appearance, what would it be? I want bigger boobs/a feminine figure.&lt;br /&gt;-Who would you never invite home? The vast majority of the human race.&lt;br /&gt;-What is your greatest fear? Drowning. It's sort of a weird, random phobia. &lt;br /&gt;-What is your greatest kick? Laughing hysterically about stupid stuff. Or playing DDR.&lt;br /&gt;-You never leave home without? Wearing underwear.&lt;br /&gt;-You wish you could have? Tons of money, a new outfit for every day of the year, a GameCube, and a GBA SP.&lt;br /&gt;-Your dreamgirl? I AM a girl, ass.&lt;br /&gt;-Your dreamboy? I could write a fucking textbook about this. My standards are impossibly high. Or Dante. You know. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;-Your dreamcar? I don't know. Something that drives and looks cool. And is red, white or black. With some fire painted on it. Yeah, fire...&lt;br /&gt;-If you could play in a movie, which one would that be? Terminator or the Matrix&lt;br /&gt;-What part would you play? The terminator or one of the lead agents.&lt;br /&gt;-You can't get enough of? Food. Video games. Hot guys from video games. Dante's hotness. DDR. Buying new clothes.-What is your favourite color? Red, white and black.&lt;br /&gt;-Any favourite drinks? Root beer is the nectar of life. But green tea is pretty damn good, too.&lt;br /&gt;-Clothing? All sorts of awesome clothes! I LOVE clothes! XD&lt;br /&gt;-Do you use perfume/after-shave? Yeah, I have Heavenly by Victoria's Secret.&lt;br /&gt;-What is your favourite weblink? &lt;a href="http://www.animeleague.net"&gt;Anime League&lt;/a&gt;. I'm a mod on the forums there, so I'm over there a lot. "But Sis, don't you dislike anime?" Yup, I do. Fortunately, only a small part of the forums are actually about anime and guess what? I don't post on those ones.&lt;br /&gt;-Do you read books? Yeah, I love books. I'm reading Prey by Michael Crichton right now.&lt;br /&gt;-Magazines? A few, mostly gaming magazines.&lt;br /&gt;-Any favourite movies? TONS of favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;-A favourite actor? Nope, don't care.&lt;br /&gt;-Actress? See above.&lt;br /&gt;-What TV shows do you like? None. I don't watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;-Your favourite music? If it's not punk or country, you can find it on my playlist.&lt;br /&gt;-What can I wake you for? Food, video games, going shopping, talking (if you're one of my good friends- otherwise fuck off), Dante.&lt;br /&gt;-Who do you admire? Rosa Parks, Eminem, Eve, Albert Einstein... a few cool people.&lt;br /&gt;-Are you a religious person? Nah, I've been kinda pissed off at god for the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;-What would you do if you where president of the USA? Look at porn.&lt;br /&gt;-What is your outlook on life? Listen to Trust by KMFDM and you can hear all about it.&lt;br /&gt;-Regrets? Hardly any.&lt;br /&gt;-A final quote? Never give up who you are for any reason or any person. If you don't have yourself, you truly have nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's a wrap, duders! Unless I think of something awesomely awesome to write about tomorrow, which isn't likely, I'm going to SPAM IT UP with a bunch of quizzes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the rhythm flow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-90903769?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90903769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90903769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90903769' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-90828107</id><published>2003-03-16T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T17:34:10.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Tears of Pearls by Savage Garden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm listening to 6 year old Savage Garden songs. Shu'up. &gt;___&gt; I had a rockin' weekend and now I'm doing more homework for Japanese and Digital Media Studies. And when I'm done with that garbage, it's sprriiiiiinnggg brrreeeeaaaakk!! XDDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Meff and I went to the mall and saw Willard. This is honestly one of the weirdest movies I have ever seen and I'm still trying to decide how I feel about it. O.o It's about a guy, described  in one review as a "moistly quivering loser", who is the typical friendless outcast type who still lives with his mom even though he's old enough that he really should be out on his own. His boss treats him like shit. He befriends the rats in his basement because they're the only creatures who don't walk all over and shoot him down. He trains them to obey his every command and sics them on people. Fucked up? You betcha. The movie's not scary. It's sort of creepy I guess, really weird and rather disturbing. I thought the biggest thing that kept it from being creepy was the music, which I didn't particularly care for. A lot of times the movie was showing a scene or an image that should have been creepy, but just wasn't because of the crappy music. It had the dark, drab look that's pretty typical in movies about disturbed psychotic killers. Crispin Glover acted the part of the psycho rat guy really well, though. I enjoyed watching it, but I don't think I would see it again. The scary thing is that I can sort of see myself ending up like the psycho rat guy at the end of the movie- gibberining mindlessly in a cell in a mental institution. Oh well, whatever happens, happens. Aren't I cheerful today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survey! KAPOW!&lt;br /&gt;My name is: Katie. Or Sister Ray. Depending on how well you know me. &lt;br /&gt;I may seem: Snobby, scary, arrogant, and bitchy. &lt;br /&gt;But I'm really: Not that horrible of a person. Unless I don't like you. &lt;br /&gt;People who know me think: how the hell am I supposed to know what other people think?&lt;br /&gt;If you knew me you'd think: That girl gets way too obssessed with things.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel: like the coolest person alive. Other times I feel like throwing myself in the middle of the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;My days are mostly: mindless and repetitive. But that will change with spring break coming up. School lends itself nicely to mindless reptition.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I: played outside with my friends and went through Mario 3. &lt;br /&gt;In the morning I: hate waking up with the fury of ten suns.&lt;br /&gt;I like to: play video games and hang out with my friends. &lt;br /&gt;Money is: something I wish I had more of, like every other person on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don't have that I wish I did: I don't know. More money, or maybe a GameCube or a Game Boy SP. &lt;br /&gt;One thing I have that I wish I didn't: a horrible temper, incredible insensitivity, excessive agression, total impatience... oh wait, that was more than one. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;Love is: a thing that happens to some people.&lt;br /&gt;My body is: fully functional and keeping me alive.&lt;br /&gt;If an angel flew into my window at night I: would probably be pissed off at it for waking me up.&lt;br /&gt;If I could see one person right now it would be: *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Something I need but I don't really want is: to do my homework. &gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of: drowning&lt;br /&gt;It makes me angry when: when people whine, act like morons, say retarded things, act like assholes, are closed-minded and intolerant... this list could go on and on. I'm turning into quite the misanthrope.&lt;br /&gt;I dream about: fucked up stuff. See yesterday's entry.&lt;br /&gt;I daydream about: all sorts of sexual things DANTE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-90828107?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90828107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90828107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90828107' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-90779663</id><published>2003-03-15T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T14:45:57.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Get Busy by Sean Paul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a FUCKED UP dream last night. Time to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with me and two of my friends from high school (I don't remember which ones) were in some unknown city in a tour bus. It was twilight and the bus stopped, and everyone, including the driver, got off and walked a distance away to go look at something. Me and my friends didn't go for some reason and just walked around near the bus. A limo pulled up next to us and two  guys jumped out. One of them had a revolver and the other an AK-47. Apparently, they wanted to kidnap me. My friends ran back onto the bus to look for weapons. I grapped the revolver out of the guy's hand, but I knew it wouldn't do much good against the AK. The guy with the AK told me to get in the limo, but I told him I had to get something off the bus first. Fortunately for me, this guy was stupid and let me do it. I got on the bus, shut the door and drove away. We were driving really fast and we left the city and went onto this narrow, winding dirt road going up a mountain. At the top of the mountain was a plateau, on which was a city that looked like Denver but wasn't. I remember looking at the speedometer on the bus and seeing it at 80mph. I drove past a cop at one point, and thought, "oh shit, I'm going to get a ticket". Sure enough, the cop put his lights on and pulled out. I pulled over, but he just drove past me. This gave the limo a chance to catch up, though. We drove into the city, and at this point it became clear we had some sort of mission- though I didn't know what it was. We had to sneak into some important building and do something- I think it involved stopping the guys who were trying to kidnap me. So we parked the bus and went inside. The only thing I remember about this part is that the building was about 15 storeys tall and there was a fire pole going down the middle of all the floors. I made a running jump, grabbed the fire pole, slid down all 15 floors, and then met up with my friends and bolted out of the door. Now we were running. There was snow and ice on the ground so we couldn't run well, we kept slipping and the people who were chasing us were catching up to us. Then suddenly we had like, James Bond shoes where you could press a button and have metal traction spikes come out of the bottom. So we did that, and we ran. This was probably the weirdest part because in dreams, you can NEVER run. But in this dream, I was running really fast, with full strides and everything. We needed to hide, so we ran up to this old, abandoned looking stone building near the downtown area of this city. It had an underground parking garage, so we ran in there. We lost our pursuers. Warning: this is the part where the dream gets REALLY fucked up. So we're in this parking garage, and we immediately get this awful creepy feeling. But we're curious so we decide to investigate. There aren't many cars, but we see two sets of escalators. The set that leads down isn't moving, and goes through a hole just small enough for someone to fit through. It's marked with a sign that reads "dentist/dental laboratory". I remember that I thought about going down there to see what it was, but got too creeped out. So we decided to take the escalator up. We found ourselves in a room that was pitch dark except for the glow of TV monitors. This room was full of people. Everything except for the people's hair was black and white- their hair was bright, vibrant colors for some reason. These people- hordes of them- were crammed in this room all staring raptly at the TV screens, on which were playing a series of distorted and fucked up image, kind of like the video tape in the Ring. As soon as we entered the room, everyone one the people turned and stared at us. Their eyes were blank and vacant and their jaws were slack. They were people of all ages. They all had the same scar starting at the corners of their mouth and travelling around the circumference of their heads. I realized these people were dead, because they had signs of rot on their faces. So my friends and I, really scared at this point, just apologized to these people for disturbing them and then left and all the people went back to staring at their TVs. Curiosity got the better of us and we wanted to know why there was a room full of people who looked suspisciosly like zombies. So from the parking garage we took the escalator down to the "dentist/dental laboratory". It was just a huge, open room with sterile fluorescent lighting. In the center was a deep pit full of pulsing... things. We couldn't tell what they were because it was too dark in the pit. Also, there was cold air coming out of this pit and it reminded me of a refigerator. On one wall their were three recesses wide enough for a person to stand with their arms outspread. There were metal clamps that would hold someone in place. We were really scared and about to leave when a hidden door on one of the walls opened and a man walked out. He was normal looking, and invited us into his office to explain to us what was going on here. We (stupidly) decided to go with him. So we went into his office, which was really, really high-class- plants, fish tanks, the whole nine yards. We sat in chairs and listened to him explain. He told us that he was known as "the dentist", hence the sign next to the escalator. He was undertaking a huge, special project that would revolutionize the way mankind looked at the world. We were sort intrigued at this point, but then a microwave beeped and the dentist got up and took something out of it. We were horrified to see that it was a human brain on platter. He sat down with a knife and fork and began to eat it as if nothing were out of the ordinary. At this point his appearanced change to decidedly psychotic. His eyes were recessed and gleaming and there was blood from the brain dribbling out of his mouth. He asked if we would like our own lunch (as he referred to the brain), and said that he would get some for us from the "refrigerator" if we liked. I knew that he was referring the big pit, and the pulsing things in it were human brains. We politely declined, not wanting to piss this guy off. He then explained to us about the people upstairs. They were people he had lured here by telling them he would pay them if they participated in a study, or people like us who had just wandered in- apparently the building had a curious magnetic force and people were just drawn to it. He told us that he placed them, three at a time into the recesses in the walls. Once they were strapped in, a laser would make a cut around the circumference of their skull, right at mouth level. Then, a metal claw would reach down and lift their brain out and put it in the "refrigerator". Their brain was replaced with low-level computer circuitry that allowed their body fucntions to continue and allowed them to have the intelligence of say, a reptile. All this computer circuitry was linked back to a mainframe, which the dentist controlled from the computer in his office- this allowed him to control the android-zombies' actions completely, down the the minutest detail. We were absolutely terrified, and he asked us if we wanted a demonstration of the procedure. We said no, and he insisted. We just ran at this point, and he chased after us. We suddenly had metal shields, and the dentist was throwing little weapon things at us- there were sphere shaped ones, cube shaped ones, and pyramid shaped ones. They would ricochet around and we had to dodge them and deflect them with our shields. If they touched us they would latch on and inject us with a drug that would paralyze us instantly. So there was an elaborate, Matrix-like dodging sequence as my friends and I dodged and blocked these little things while running away. We finally got back up to the parking garage, where we stole a car and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-90779663?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90779663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90779663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90779663' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-90700358</id><published>2003-03-14T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T01:23:23.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: You Said by ... I have no freaking clue.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this song I'm listening to. When I downloaded it, it said it was from Devil May Cry but I don't recall it appearing anywhere in the game. Oh well, it's a cool song. The lyrics are kind of odd and twisted though. They remind me of some weird Oedipus complex thing- which in turns reminds me of the game. So I guess it related to the game, even if it's not from the game. But enough inane babble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished my shitty hell trash week of crap. The video game presentation ended up being quasi-retarded because first kid to speak in our group talked for twice as long as he was supposed to, so everyone else had to cut theirs short. I talked for two and half minutes. It pissed me off a bit because I spent TONS of time preparing for this, and I barely even got to say anything. But at least it's done with. I turned in my conflict resolution thing too. We have to write about conflicts in our lives and how we use the techniques we learn in class to solve them. To that I say, "screw it!". For people I don't know or don't care about, I find my method of simply overpowering the other person into submission to be an effective method of conflict resolution. You know what they say- if it ain't broke, don't fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fixes.... FINAL FANTASY X. I've been playing for the past 6 hours. I lovelovelove this game. It rocks my pants. New character likeage ranking:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lulu&lt;br /&gt;2. Rikku&lt;br /&gt;3. Yuna&lt;br /&gt;4. Wakka&lt;br /&gt;5. Tidus&lt;br /&gt;6. Auron&lt;br /&gt;7. Kimahri&lt;br /&gt;Seymour is hot. If I was Yuna, I'd so get in his pants. O.o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was lovely. After turning in my shit, I got to do two of the three things I've been wanting to do for days. These were: play video games for an extended, uninterrupted period of time and sit outside and read. The weather was lovely today- it was probably over 70. So I sat out in the sun and started reading Prey by Micheal Chrichton. Like all of Michael Crichton's books, it's fast-paced and thriller-ish. It has more of an emphasis on the characters and their relationships than his other books do, which is nice. Stuff with crappy characters just sucks. Michael Crichton is a reeaalllyyyy good writer, too. He has the ability to make any scenario, no matter how mundane, seem suspenseful. Example: the first chapter of Prey has a scene where a guy is buying placemats. I was absolutely riveted to this scene, thinking, "what color will he choose?? The blue or the yellow?? Pick the yellow!" I know that sounds retarded, and in retrospect it kind of is, but it's a testament to Crichton's writing skills. The book is really interesting so far. I had to force myself to stop reading so I could save some of it for later and not read it all in one sitting. I'll write something intelligent about it later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to make fun of people... but I don't remember who or why. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-90700358?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90700358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90700358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90700358' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-90633765</id><published>2003-03-12T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T21:58:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Pardon Me by Incubus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massive digital media studies presentation: DONE. Now I just have to talk about video games for 5 minutes tomorrow and the day is mine. &lt;br /&gt;5 minute presentation in Japanese: IN THE BAG&lt;br /&gt;30 conversation in Japanese: PWNED&lt;br /&gt;Race, class, and gender test: MADE MY BITCH&lt;br /&gt;Devil May Cry neckalce: ON THE WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I rock or what? I most assuredly do. I just wish I had more time to play video games. &gt;____&lt; Final Fantasy X calls to me, and I've had Tekken for like a week and a half and I haven't even touched it yet. This hellish week is finally almost over. I just have my final project for Conflict Resolution to finish tonight, my Japanese final on Monday, and a 5 page paper to write for Digital Media Studies due next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Buuuuut... my room mate's mom sent us both these super cute sets of tiny porcelain dolls for Hina Matsuri! XDDD They're hand-painted and really, really beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the funniest picture I've seen in a long time, and I have no idea why. It's supposed to be conveying "motherly love". O___o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://emotioneric.com/motherlylove.jpg" ALT="I EAT YOUR FACE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-90633765?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90633765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90633765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90633765' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-90573869</id><published>2003-03-11T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T23:14:43.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Light by KMFDM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening, I felt better. I made the hour and a half public transit ride to the Westminster Mall by myself, and it was really nice to just spend that time alone, quiet, away from everything, and just think and observe. I don't remember what I thought about because I'm pretty sure I did more observing than thinking. Many people find solace in nature, but oddly enough I find it in the heart of the city. I took the train to downtown denver; riding the train is strangely soothing. I didn't really know or care where my next bus stop was, so I just kind of meandered around with no real destination (hooray for Denver having one of the safest downtown areas). By this time it was twilight, and all the lights had just started to come on. As I wandered around, I just observed. Everything has a rhythm, a rhyme and reason. The stoplights change at regular intervals and the cars move seamlessly around each other like a dance and the sound of the cars combined with the sound of music from bars and restaurants and people talking provided some sort of strange melody line. I think that's why I like the city so much; it's a monument of activity and achievement. Everything there is ordered, from the block numbers to the bus routes. It reminds me that there IS order in the world, and as a result, things DO happen for a reason. I had a 20 minute walk from the last bus stop to the mall and I walked over one of those elevated walkways that went over the freeway. I just stood on it for probably 5 minutes, enjoying the sensation of being high off the ground and watching/hearing/feeling the cars fly past underneath. This whole period of solitude, removal of myself from the confines of my usual environment and contemplation was EXACTLY what I needed. At the mall, I met up with Larry and we played 7th mix, 4th+ and Bust A Move. Beatmania was turned off for some reason. =( As always, playing games provided the best therapy I could ever hope for. After the arcade closed, we just drove around and talked for a really long time. I talked about my beliefs, and opinions and feelings that I hold strongly. I really needed to verbally re-assert those values to remind myself of their worth and importance, and therefore of MY worth and importance. I'm making a lot of progress on my mountains of schoolwork too, so having the sense of accomplishment is helpful as well. I can hardly wait til Thursday afternoon, when this school week is over. &gt;___&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-90573869?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90573869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90573869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90573869' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-90477603</id><published>2003-03-10T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T13:13:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listeing to: Serpahic Deviltry by Theatre of Tragedy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS ENTRY IS JUST ME VENTING ABOUT SHIT IN MY LIFE, SO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THAT THEN DON'T FUCKING READ THIS ENTRY KTHX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 72 hours have comprised what could quite possibly be the worst weekend in the history of my life. Here's a quick summation: I spent a large chunk of that time either doing homework or sleeping, and then I spent Saturday night freaking out. Now, as a result of all that garbage, I'm getting sick. Let's look at each thing in more detail. I already went over all the school related shit that I have to do for this week. I'm generally a pretty easygoing person and don't get stressed out about much of anything. This weekend though, I've been wanting to scream and claw my face off from stress. Saturday night, I freaked out because the one person on the face of the earth who has the power to make me hate myself did so with amazing effectiveness, so I spent that night sitting in front of my computer bawling my eyes out and wishing I was dead. My next door neighbors whom I hate oh so much decided they were going to have some retarded party in their room at 3:30 in the morning so I went over there and basically went apeshit on them. I'm sure I woke up a few people screaming at these dickweeds, but at that point I didn't even give a fuck because I just wanted to go to sleep. I was riled up from being angry, so I didn't get to sleep until 4. Then my room mate decided that she needed to blow dry her hair IN THE ROOM at 8:30 in the morning. WTF- there are outlets in the bathroom, so why couldn't she have done it in there? So I got like 4 hours of sleep Saturday night. Last night I barely slept either and I don't know why. I was just tossing and turning. I haven't felt this bad mentally in a very long time. I hate being so emotional I hate the value I've instilled in myself to always be honest I hate my next door neighbors I hate my short temper I hate how I always over-react to things I hate how my emotions have such sway over my actions I HATE HATE HATE. My friends must think I'm the biggest fucking joke ever. I must appear so weak and pathetic to them. They place very high value on stoicism and showing as few emotions as possible, which is fine, but it's the opposite of how I am. I conform to their definition of "weakness" in pretty much every way possible. I show my emotions. I admit to crying. Hell, I DO cry. A lot. But in their eyes, that's weakness. That's pathetic. I'm weak and pathetic to my own friends. I should just try to avoid talking to people. I always piss them off or offend them or just make an ass of myself.&lt;br /&gt;HATE&lt;br /&gt;MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;HATE&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;YOU &lt;br /&gt;KILL&lt;br /&gt;HATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-90477603?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90477603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90477603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90477603' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-90378983</id><published>2003-03-08T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T00:18:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Ordinary World by Aurora&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment you've all been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kickass tattoo, which owns all of you motherfuckers for free. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://publish.hometown.aol.com/katierose9/images/minitattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture's a tiny bit blurry, but you can still see it well. PWNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's continue this cavalcade of awesomeness with a picture of... myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.du.edu/~jrutenbe/2200/images/eckard.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's THE WOMAN BEHIND THE WEIRDNESS~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traded in Devil May Cry 2 for Tekken 4. I have to admit, I shall miss seeing Dante leap about and perform acrobatic feats while wearing tight jeans. =O~~~~ Devil May Cry 2 is a lot like a porn flick in that it's top-notch masturbation material but has little substance or value beyond that. But I still have the first one to play... on hard mode. The beauty of the first one lies not only in the massive schlick factor, but also in the fact that's it's a fun, challenging game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy X is god. I love the characters so much. I've ranked them in the order that I like them:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lulu&lt;br /&gt;2. Wakka&lt;br /&gt;3. Yuna (despite her appalling voice acting, her personality is way awesome)&lt;br /&gt;4. Seymour &lt;br /&gt;5. Tidus&lt;br /&gt;6. Auron&lt;br /&gt;7. Kimahri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get why people are creaming their pants over Auron. Sure, he's cool and all I really like him, but he's the classic "stoic badass" that appears in like every other RPG on the face of the planet. Seymour rocks my pants. He's way sexy. His personality can be summed up in a single word: unctuous. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*weird Pandar noises*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-90378983?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90378983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90378983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90378983' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-90342837</id><published>2003-03-07T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T22:32:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Sin City (KMFDM remix) by The Genitorturers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKSHITBITCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have SOO much fucking school work to do this weekend and this coming week. It makes me want to claw my face off even more than bad fan fiction does, and that says a lot. &gt;___&lt; I must do/prepare for the following things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-build 2 web sites for my digital media studies project&lt;br /&gt;-come up with 4 more pages of research for aforementioned project&lt;br /&gt;-quiz in Japanese&lt;br /&gt;-presentation in Japanese&lt;br /&gt;-spoken part of the final exam for Japanese&lt;br /&gt;-test in Race, Class and Gender&lt;br /&gt;-Journal due for Conflict Resolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, trash it is, folks. I want to crawl away into a tiny hole away from everything and play video games until the earth explodes. BAAAARRRRFFFFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm taking a break to present to you some things I want in the clothing department:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gfla.com/Catalog/product.aspx?j~&amp;&amp;pd=4442&amp;cr=0&amp;sm="&gt;Ankles boots are mos def my favorite footwear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gfla.com/Catalog/product.aspx?j~&amp;&amp;pd=0487&amp;cr=0&amp;sm="&gt;I so want this whole outfit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gfla.com/Catalog/product.aspx?j~&amp;&amp;pd=9169&amp;cr=0&amp;sm="&gt;Basic but cute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gfla.com/Catalog/product.aspx?j~&amp;&amp;pd=0471&amp;cr=0&amp;sm="&gt;This is interesting. I want a black one.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gfla.com/Catalog/product.aspx?j~&amp;&amp;pd=9554&amp;cr=0&amp;sm="&gt;Flames and cool sleeves. It's gotta be cool.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gfla.com/Catalog/product.aspx?j~&amp;&amp;pd=2321&amp;cr=0&amp;sm="&gt;I want the purpley one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hottopic.com/store/product.asp?LS=0&amp;ITEM=275989&amp;RN=116"&gt;Fo sheezy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hottopic.com/store/product.asp?LS=0&amp;ITEM=218162&amp;RN=116"&gt;Lord of the Rings! XD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hottopic.com/store/product.asp?LS=0&amp;ITEM=218234&amp;RN=265"&gt;A phrase I use a lot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hottopic.com/store/product.asp?LS=0&amp;ITEM=227338&amp;RN=136"&gt;These pants are PINK! What's not to like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hottopic.com/store/product.asp?LS=0&amp;ITEM=287111&amp;RN=136"&gt;The pants remind me of Heat. =O~~~~ sex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.alloy.com/catalog/browse/productview.asp?PRODUCT_ID=16727&amp;PARENT=1001&amp;PARENT=10001"&gt;This is preeetttyyyy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.alloy.com/catalog/browse/productview.asp?PRODUCT_ID=17033&amp;PARENT=106&amp;PARENT=1021"&gt;Yay! Shoes with flowers!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.alloy.com/catalog/browse/productview.asp?PRODUCT_ID=13357&amp;PARENT=106&amp;PARENT=1021"&gt;I love the denim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.alloy.com/catalog/browse/productview.asp?PRODUCT_ID=14908&amp;PARENT=1004&amp;PARENT=10007"&gt;Hooray for miniskirts!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.alloy.com/catalog/browse/productview.asp?PRODUCT_ID=17117&amp;PARENT=1007&amp;PARENT=10013"&gt;Fun army stuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.alloy.com/catalog/browse/productview.asp?PRODUCT_ID=16988&amp;PARENT=1007&amp;PARENT=10016"&gt;Ahh, childhood memories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.alloy.com/catalog/browse/productview.asp?PRODUCT_ID=16968&amp;PARENT=1007&amp;PARENT=10016"&gt;AHHH IT'S MY LIFE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.alloy.com/catalog/browse/productview.asp?PRODUCT_ID=17002&amp;PARENT=S-22&amp;MENUS=false"&gt;Rockin' bathing suit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it fun being me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-90342837?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90342837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90342837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90342837' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-90267816</id><published>2003-03-06T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T16:05:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Dark Black Forest by Steve Rhyner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I FINALLY started playing Final Fantasy X. Yes, I know I'm behind the times but I just got my PS2 this past Christmas. &gt;___&gt; I've formed opinions on most of the characters so far, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tidus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidus doesn't strike me as the sharpest tool in the shed, but he is incredibly observant and in tune with surroundings, as is revealed in his narrative, much more than he lets on. He also has a quite a bit of street smarts, it seems. He seldom, if ever, says exactly what's on his mind. He's an extremely outgoing person, and doesn't strike me as particular self-conscious either. He is more about actions and feelings than rational though, as he has acted almost entirely on impulse throughout the game thus far. He also seems to be rather passionate and emotional, and can allow his emotions and temper to get the better of him, like when he stood on the crates and yelled out to all the opposing teams that the Besaid Aurochs WOULD win the tournament; an action that clearly embarassed the hell out of his team mates. I also get the feeling that he's very two sided; that his cheerfulness and outgoing personality are covers for deep-rooted emotional and psychological issues, stemming from the verbal abuse he received from his father as a child. A desire to prove his father wrong or be better than his father are some of Tidus's primary motivations, I think. Tidus is also kind of a simple person; he wants nothing more than to return to Zanarkand and isn't (yet) overly concerned with the matters of the world in which he's currently living. Tidus's voice actor does a good job most of the time, though some of his lines seem a little forced or rushed. I think the voice itself fits the character very well; a light tenor voice with a lot of inflection that can easily convey a wide range of feelings. At first Tidus seemed like too much of a fruitcake (well, he still does =P ) and I wasn't sure if I would like him, but he grew on me very quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yuna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she doesn't always act, look or sound like it, I think Yuna is a very intelligent person. Her job as a summoner requires her to have extensive knowledge of the world in which she lives. While she is definitely intelligent, she lacks somewhat in the common sense department and comes off as rather naive, and flat out clueless sometimes. One of her strongest traits is her ability to empathize with others; to see things from the perspective of the other side in order to resolve conflicts. This ability, in addition to being incredibly patient and even-tempered, give her quite a flair for negotiation and diplomacy. She has really good people skills overall; this was clearly shown when she met up with Lady Dona, who insulted repeatedly insulted both Yuna and her friends. Even in this situation, Yuna never showed any sign of emotional distress, and calmly told Dona  that she had a right to her own opinion and to leave in peace. Yuna has also seemed very quiet and timid so far. I think this is largely a result of the fact that she was made a summoner so recently; she's trying to do everything right and doesn't want to overstep her boundaries, offend anyone, or make mistakes. In addition to the normal requirements of her job, she has her father's legacy to live up to, which places further stress on her to not make even one baby step out of line. Because of this, I think Yuna feels rather closed in and probably has a lot of pent-up, unexpressed feelings. Unfortunately, Yuna's voice actor is AWFUL. Her voice lacks any sort of strength or conviction, is soft and nasally and flat out unpleasant to listen to. In addition to all that, the actor pauses in the strangest places, making it sound like Yuna is speaking broken English. While Yuna is probably one of my least favorite characters, I don't dislike her by any means. I have a great deal of respect for her for being able to deal with people in the way she does; especially since I have no people skills whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wakka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakka is definitely the optimist of the group. He is constantly looking toward the future, and the future is always bright in his eyes. He's a dreamer, and sometimes refuses to see the truth of a situation and views the world through rose colored glasses. I do see a great deal of emotional and spiritual strength in Wakka, though. It would take an incredible strength and resilience of spirit to maintain that cheerful of an outlook even after suffering the loss of someone very close to him fairly recently. Wakka is not one to give up, either. He's the type of person you would want in your group for a project-  he'll see everything through to the end and won't slack off one bit. His idealistic nature and charismatic personality cause others, such as his blitzball team, to look up to him as leader; however, I am not sure that Wakka really is a good leader, because of the fact that he only sees one possible outcome (the positive one) of any given situation, and doesn't really plan for other scenarios. Like Tidus, Wakka is an emotion-driven person. He's not nearly so impulsive as Tidus, though; Wakka usually considers the ramifications of his actions first. Wakka also strikes me as very clever, and the type of person who would know what's going at all times. The ease with which Wakka accepted Tidus as a friend shows that Wakka is friendly and open-minded, and quite extroverted. While a lot of people find Wakka's voice annoying, I really like it. His voice actor is one of the best in the whole game, I think, and the voice fits his character really well. I also think Wakka's kind of hot. Like, not Dante Heat Sephiroth hot, but he definitely has something going. Wakka and Tidus should make out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lulu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to name a favorite character so far, it would be her. Lulu is by far the sharpest of all the characters, both in terms of intelligence and personality. She teaches Tidus a great deal, and I have a feeling she was probably responsible for a great deal of Yuna's education as well. It sometimes seems like Wakka and Yuna look up to her. It takes a lot for someone to earn Lulu's respect and trust, but once they do, she would do anything for them. This is shown in the way she acts toward Yuna. Lulu's extremely protective of people she cares about, and is almost maternal in the way she watches out for the others. While Lulu seems cold and distant initially, she laughs often and clearly enjoys the company of the other characters, especially Wakka and Yuna. I think that part of the reason she appears cold is because she harbors resentful feelings toward Tidus because of the fact that he looks like Chappu, Wakka's little brother who was killed (I don't know the full story with all of that yet). Lulu does not strike me as particular patient either, and Tidus's endless questions annoy her. Lulu is the opposite of Wakka in that she's a total realist, almost to the point of being pessimistic. She's often the one who gives Wakka the proverbial slap in the face to make him see the truth. Lulu looks at multiple outcomes of a given situation, but usually plans for the worst. Lulu is definitely not a people person, either. While she's not overly talkative, when she does speak she speaks exactly what's on her mind. She has little tact and regard for the feelings of others when she speaks, and always tells it like it is with no sugar coating. Lulu is also extremely honest; she is not type who would lie to anyone about anything for any reason. She doesn't even tell little white lies, and it's no secret as to what she thinks of all the other characters. Lulu's voice actor does an adequte job. The voice fits the character well, but I think the actor could have done more with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have opinions on Rikku, Kimahri and Auron yet because they haven't been given enough deveopment at this point. While Kimahri's been in my party for a while now, he never talks and no one talks ABOUT him, so I don't really have anything to base an opinion on, and I've simply seen too little of Rikku and Auron at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-90267816?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90267816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90267816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90267816' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-90161893</id><published>2003-03-04T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T23:07:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Give Me the Light by Sean Paul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh yes, this music is reggae done right. I like it. Actually, I kind of want to go to a club. I have a cute outfit in mind and I just need somewhere to wear it to. Nevermind the fact that it's like 10 degrees and snowing outside.... &gt;___&lt; I love clothes. They're fun. In fact, I got a catalogue today that had a ton of awesome clothes in it. I wish I had lots of money so I could buy lots of clothes. ;__; And lots of video games. Clothes + video games =  endless fun and no money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://overthrown.nu/link/quiz/quiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://overthrown.nu/link/quiz/nabooru.gif" border=no&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Congrats! You're the Sage of Spirit! A natural-born leader, you do what you know is right, even if no one is behind you. However, because of bad experiences, you find it hard to trust others and may come off as intimidating and unapproachable. People often have to gain your respect before you open up to them. &lt;p&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://overthrown.nu/link/quiz/quiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;Which OoT Character are You?&lt;/a&gt; Quiz!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's actually surprisingly accurate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Devil May Cry 2 (with Dante- still working on Lucia's disc). Yeah, plot-wise and character development-wise, the game is trash. It like, has no plot. Oh, and the camerawork is still as shitty as ever. And the game was WAY too easy. I died ONCE. There was really not much challenge at any point. However, it IS very fun to run and shoot stuff and cut stuff up. Not to mention the massive sex appeal factor. I got Dante' second costume. DAMN. I'm just going to leave it at that. Oh, and he rides a motorcycle. Once again: DAMN. I'm not even going elaborate because I could write fucking volumes on how attractive I find Dante. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer doesn't reek anymore! Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right... maybe one of these days I'll have something interesting to write about. Stay tuned and.... SHAKE THAT THANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-90161893?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90161893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90161893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90161893' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-90100746</id><published>2003-03-03T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T23:47:19.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Demonoid Phenomenon by Rob Zombie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Devil May Cry 2 today. After having played the first 8 missions, my thoughts on the game are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANTE&lt;br /&gt;SEX&lt;br /&gt;NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's pretty much it. The game doesn't really have much of a plot. Basically, it's nothing more than a highly stylized violence sword chopping shooting fest starring a reaaallllyyyy hot guy. XDDD And playing all that Devil May Cry has put in the mood for dark industrial/metal, hence the current Rob Zombie music choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a nastier note, my computer smells like rotten milk. ;___; Seriously, it smells fucking rank. I even sprayed it with perfume, which only succeeded in making the area AROUND my computer smell like perfumey goodness. Why does my computer smell so foul, you ask? Well the other day I was drinking milk and I stupidly knocked it all over my desk. I mopped it up with paper towels and whatnot, but some got into my keyboard and has since been rotting in there. So yeah... hopefully the stench will just go away over time. Also on the making-me-pissy front: my NES wasn't working today. T____T It would not play Willow, the game I just bought. In fact, the only two games it WOULD play were Super Mario Bros. 2 and Super Spy Hunter. Those are cool games and all, but I would like to play some other ones too. I think I'm going to take it somewhere for a professional cleaning. I think that would solve a lot of its problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Meff and I are starting up a double blog. Meff coined a witty term for it: : "diablog" =D So, it's basically going to be a witty back-and-forth banter between he and I. He's made a basic template for it and I just need to do some graphics in ye olde photoshoppe for it. We also took picturs of ourselves acting retarded with a digital camera, so those will probably be up there too. Oh, and by retarded I mean totally AWESOME. On that same note, I FINALLY got a picture of my tattoo, like two months after I actually got it. ^^;; So you may rest assured that that will be in here sometime in there near future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write an ode to Windex Glass and Surface Wipes, but they have failed to adequately purge the malodorous smells eminating from my computer, so they no longer get that privilege. Grrrrrrrr......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-90100746?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90100746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90100746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90100746' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-90029041</id><published>2003-03-02T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T19:38:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Black Balloon by the Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and I rocked the par-tee yesterday. We played DDR and Beatmania for like.... 7 hours. 3rd mix, 4th+ and 7th mix. Secret message to all Denver DDR players: one of the women who works at the Westminster mall arcade is a BITCH! And the 7th mix eats tokens like a mofo. And it's like impossible to play well on the 2p side because that whole set of speakers is out. T___T Even so, I played on the 1p side and got a 92% on Paranoia Brothers, putting me in first place. XD They don't call me the Paranoia Prostitute for nothin'! =P Stupid thing of the day: people that go up to the DDR machine and either stare at it or pointlessly stand on it, but don't actually play it. Then we played Bust A Groove. Heat has the nicest ass I have ever seen. What I wouldn't do to grab it. If I was a guy, I would have had a hugeass boner while playing. O__O Game Stop removed themselves from my hit list by handing over the loot. I received the following items: I got two 18 x 30 cardboard panels with a close up of Dante's face on them, and a 3 foot tall cardboard cut out of him holding his guns. =O~~~~ I gave one of the 18 x 30 panels to Becca because I don't have room for them both on my wall. Damn, are they ever sexy. Did I mention that those were all free? =P  And I picked up a copy of Willow for the NES for 6.99. =) Speeeeaaaaking of video game goodness, I ganked this survey from Becca's LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Systems you currently own :: Pocket Gameboy, Game Gear, NES, SNES, Sega Genesis, PS2, N64. I used to have a PSOne but I gave it to Becca. =P&lt;br /&gt;2. Systems you had in the past :: The PSOne is the only one I've ever parted with. But it's in good hands now, so I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;3. List all your games that you have for your most recent system :: Just the most recent? I guess that would be the PS2... Gitaroo Man, Devil May Cry, DDR Max and Kingdom Hearts. Give me a break, I've only had the system since Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;4. Most difficult game you played :: Super Spy Hunter for the NES. It's the only NES game I own that I can't beat. I swear to god the boss of the 4th level is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;5. Worst game you played :: Abadox for the NES, FFVIII for the PSOne, or PilotWings 64 for the N64. Trash, trash, and trash.&lt;br /&gt;6. Best game on arcade :: DDR rocks the party. Beatmania comes in second, followed by Area 51, Tekken 3 and 4, Pump It Up, and The Simpsons game.&lt;br /&gt;7. Best rpg :: Final Fantasy VII, with Final Fantasy VI in a close second. The Uninvited for NES is pretty damn cool, too. Freaky as hell, I might add. &lt;br /&gt;8. Best racer :: It's all about the beauty of Mario Kart 64.&lt;br /&gt;9. Best "sim" game :: Probably the Sims itself, smartcakes. &lt;br /&gt;10. Best fighter :: Super Smash Brothers and SSB Melee own every other fighting game in the world. Tekken 3 would probably be next on the list. &lt;br /&gt;11. Best sports :: Sports games are retarded. The only one I ever played and enjoyed was Baseball Simulator 2000 for the NES.&lt;br /&gt;12. Best action :: Tomb Raider, Devil May Cry, Shining Force: Sword of Hajya, Willow, Castlevania: Symphony of the Night... I could list really a lot. &lt;br /&gt;13. Best "80s" game :: Gauntlet! That MIDI voice is unbeatable! RED WARRIOR NOW HAS TEMPORARY REPULSIVENESS! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;14. Best platformer :: Mario 64, Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, Kingdom Hearts, Majora's Mask... I could list another shit load.&lt;br /&gt;15. Best company :: Square has made some amazing games, but they've also made some total garbage. Konami brings us the lovely Bemani, so they deserve a mention. Nintendo is consistently good stuff, so they get a shout out. I tend to like Capcom games, too. And Enix! They did Bust A Groove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butt jiggles. Does yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-90029041?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90029041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/90029041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90029041' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-89965186</id><published>2003-03-01T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T12:04:29.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: It's Tricky by Run DMC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more trance music. And house/drum and bass. A little old-school hip hop would be nice, too. Good stuff. Anyone have any recommendations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went bowling and I'm getting better at. I am developing my technique of shot-put bowling quite nicely. n_n Then we went to the grocery where they had this huge sign hanging up that read, "FRESH FOR LIFE". It was advertising milk, I think. It cracked me up, and if it wasn't so freaking huge and conspicuous and hanging from the ceiling I would have ganked it. Speaking of ganking, I ganked a page out of an EGM. It was a massively sexy DMC2 ad and I just ripped it out of the magazine. It was simply screaming for a prominent place on my wall. Speaking of DMC2 stuff that I should have, I'm going to send my thugs to break GameStop's legs if they don't give me my shit. Rawwrr.&lt;br /&gt;Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;"Holy shit! It's Game Boy pizza!" -moi&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to wear my 'Lord of the Rings rocks' shirt. The one that I DON'T have." -Claire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday night, prior to my completion of Devil May Cry, me, Les and Becca went to a lecture thing about goth culture, but it was really more about the nature of subcultures in general. It was really interesting and I meant to write about it last night, but my attention did not exceed one full second so it was kind of difficult. Nevertheless, it made me think, which is usually sort a scary thing and leads to lots of weird, quasi-nonsensical and highly convoluted entries in here. Well, guess what you're now in store for, duders? That kind of entry! All that talk about subcultures got me thinking: what subculture do *I* belong to? I dress in the most bizarre mishmash of clothing styles. Naming a clothing/style stereotype or classification and I can place a solid bet that I own at LEAST one article of clothing that represents it. If I see an article of clothing I like, I buy it. Brand name doesn't mean shit to me, neither do style stereotypes. Therefore, my style is essentially un-lableable. Also, this means that I cannot be classified into a particular group based on my style of dress. In fact, I enjoy having such a variety of clothing styles- unpredictibility messes with people far more than any set style does, no matter how outrageous it may be. Music preference? As long as it's not punk or country, you'll find it on my playlist or in my CD case. So, no label can be slapped on me on the basis of music taste, either. And how! It gets confusing, doesn't it? So WHAT is this Sister Ray person, you ask? PUDDING! No, but seriously, if I had to slap a label on myself it would say GAMER. I wouldn't say that gaming is a subculture- it's not really trying to rebel against anything and make any sort of statement. I would say it's more of an umbrella culture in that it includes people from all sorts of diffferent subcultures. I've known gamers who would fit easily into other more clearly defined group; punk, goth, skater, hip hop, jock... hell, you name it and people belonging to it are gamers. It's interesting to see how a common interest such as games can transcend traditional clique/group/subculture definitions and tie people together on a much wider level than something superficial like dress style or music taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I'm not stupid. I'm ADVANCED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-89965186?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/89965186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/89965186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#89965186' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-89927622</id><published>2003-02-28T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T18:15:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening to: Die Another Day by Madonna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost: I finished Devil May Cry last night. It's a good game. They could have done sooooo much more with it plot-wise, though. Like, they could have added a lot more depth about Dante's family, especially his father and brother, who were barely more than mentioned. Also, Trish really didn't have any character development. Sure, she was created by Mundus to be an exact image of Dante's mother to fuck with him, and therefore has the exact appearance and personality of his mother (basically IS his mother, for all intents and purposes), but beyond that we don't really know much. She had an awesome outfit, though. Also, it would have been much cooler if they had named her Beatrice instead of Trish. You know, continuing the whole Divine Comedy thing the game has going on with Dante and Vergil (for you heathens who haven't read that book, here's a uber-quick synapsis: Dante is the author, and the main character of the book. It was written as a rather scathing commentary on the state of affairs in the city of Florence, Italy in the 1500s. Vergil is classical Greek author who wrote the Aeniad. In the book, he appears to Dante at the beginning of Hell and leads him through the seven layers of it. Vergil cannot leave hell, so after Dante finds his way out a girl named Beatrice shows Dante to Paradiso, or Heaven. See? It would have been cool if they named her that. And that so just used my daily quota of smart). &lt;br /&gt;Dante had plenty of character development, though, which was nice. n__n It wasn't all explained or spoken, but easily visible in the wide range of emotions that he conveyed; he laughed, cried, was happy, afraid, bratty, arrogant, sympathetic, compassionate... really an amazing range. I just really, really wish they would have added more stuff about his past and family. Some of the dialogue was kind of... bad. It even had the occasional engrish moment. O__o The graphics and environments were awesome, though. Great use of color and lighting. Hell was gross. All the pulsing vein things made me want to barf on my controller. But overall, I felt content and satisfied at the end of the game- things were wrapped up nicely, and there were lots of cut scenes of Dante being hot. Oh yes, I am in love with Dante at the moment. Now I am presented with a conundrum: should I obtain a copy of DMC2 and play that while I'm in the mood, or get my hands on FFX (Riiiiichaaaaard can I borrow it?) and play that first? I'm thinking DMC2 first, because it's WAY shorter. And I want to see more Dante. Did I mention that he's hot? Decisions decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowf. Now I kind of want to read the Divine Comedy again. And I want Final Fantasy Origins. FFI &gt; other RPGs. It'll be cute with 16 bit graphics, and the FMV screen shots I've seen so far are way sexy. =D It's tricky to rock a rhyme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-89927622?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/89927622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/89927622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89927622' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860254.post-89825519</id><published>2003-02-26T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T23:40:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listening to: Cleanin Out My Closet by Eminem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I registered for classes. Christ this quarter went by fast. O__o Next quarter I'm taking Fundamentals of Design, Intermediate Japanese, Multimedia Authoring Tools and Visual Basic. No more lame, make-me-stupider foundation courses. Woo hoo! All stuff for either my major or minors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check what I bought on eBay! &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=3010135327&amp;category=27255"&gt;Devil May Cry necklace!&lt;/a&gt; =D It's not that exact one, but it's exactly like it. Aaaand it has to come from Japan. International shipping is revolting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it says I'm an idiot. I don't know how I feel about that. u_u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artificial-soul.net/test/bishounen/" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.artificial-soul.net/test/bishounen/baka.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artificial-soul.net/test/bishounen/index.html" target="new"&gt;What type of Bishounen are you?&lt;/a&gt; Find out at &lt;a href="http://www.artificial-soul.net" target="new"&gt;artificial-soul.net&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.artificial-soul.net/strange" target="new"&gt;Rin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED WARRIOR IS ABOUT TO DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/videogame.pl"&gt;&lt;IMG BORDER=0 ALIGN="LEFT" WIDTH=150 HEIGHT=80 SRC="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/videogame/14.png" ALT="What Video Game Character Are You? I am a Gauntlet Adventurer." /&gt;&lt;/A&gt;I am &lt;B&gt;a Gauntlet Adventurer&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strive to improve my living conditions by hoarding gold, food, and sometimes keys and potions. I love adventure, fighting, and particularly winning - especially when there's a prize at stake. I occasionally get lost inside buildings and can't find the exit. I need food badly. &lt;A HREF="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/videogame.pl"&gt;What Video Game Character Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gauntlet is so freaking cool. Must... get... NES... working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to feel so lonely- everyone's addicted to bass. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860254-89825519?l=sister-ray.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/89825519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860254/posts/default/89825519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sister-ray.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89825519' title=''/><author><name>Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12217765464180449773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03387040512985217165'/></author></entry></feed>