The Oddball Out
Aug. 7th, 2003 08:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azuriteWHEW! After getting up whenever it was that I did and finally logging off earlier, I set about cleaning my room. At first, time seemed to go by SOOO slowly-- I wasn't really making any visible progress so much as sorting through papers and organizing supplies. Hours finally started chugging along though... and before I knew it, breaktime at 2pm! I made myself some macaroni, checked the mail, and settled down to watch Battle Royale.
I'd saved the movie hoping I could watch it with Jonathan, but a) he hasn't called me at all, even though he's supposed to be back this week, my attitude as such is "Whatever;" b) I'm glad I didn't. Why? Well you know how when a director makes a movie, he has a certain reaction in mind for his audience? Just like when you write a paper, you have to know your purpose-- are you out to entertain, inform, persuade, etc... with a movie, it's like that, but broader. Are you out to make people laugh, make people think, make people cry, etc.
Okay, people talked about BR in the same sense as like, "The Ring." It was SOOOO cool, and do you remember that scene where so-and-so did... and so on. Me? All I knew about BR was from hearsay and the scant info I picked up from the manga (which is vastly different, actually, but I'll get into that in a second) so I was sort of biased from the start. My take on it was, "violent, political, and ... violent. Yes, very violent." After all, it's supposed to feature ninth graders blowing each others' heads off. o_O Well, the political aspect came through just fine, and there was a big dark overture to the whole thing as well. The strange coincidence and attitude of Kintaro-sensei, who had some sort of obsession with Noriko... Hm.
Anyway... I have to say that Shuuya in the manga is SOOO much more hott. ^^; I got to liking his actor in the movie, but he seriously looks better with black hair than bleach blonde (which is what the actor had post-movie). Noriko was awfully cute, and for a while I thought I saw something going on between her and Kawada (who looks SOOO much BETTER than his manga counterpart!) ... could have been wrong. The manga really takes a lot of the dream sequences and strange hints as to people's motivations (i.e. Mitsuko's being a slut) and examines it further... so I kind of hope it ends with more questions answered. I had a feeling it would end the way it did, but... I'onno, just a weird residual feeling left over. Kind of like after reading 1984, you realize that "Wow, this could actually happen someday. Maybe here. Maybe to me." And then you have to ask yourself-- what are you-- the type to try and run away/reveal yourself (and get yourself killed); the type to fight from the get-go; the type who has to experience death first-hand in order to want to take revenge or protect someone else; the type to commit a lover's/friend's suicide; or the type that find a way to trust others NO MATTER WHAT? Can you see yourself killing your friends, classmates, enemies... if it means survival? Pretty scary thought.
Anywho, succeeded some with the room cleaning-- but Mom, typically and predictably threw a hissy fit over me wanting to dispose of one of the dressers. I knew she wouldn't let me throw out Michelle's, but she kept on insisting that she could find a place to put the other one. She's such a packrat, it's unbelievable. I'm really trying to be like a "retired" packrat, and look at things as "Need, will use," instead of just "want, like, have sentimental value." I remember my Dad saying that you should clean your room as if you were going to set a match to it-- that is, look at stuff as if it were going to burn in an "unfortunate accident." What would you want to save from the flames, if you could? What would you not even remember about? I really have to get organized before I start college, that's my big policy. And besides, the way Mom's been treating me lately, she seems to WANT me to get out of here, and FINE, if I end up scoring a job and moving out, I better have an easy time of doing it. Feh.
Anyway, so I changed my mind-- I'd rather ditch Michelle's old dresser, for three reasons-- 1) it doesn't match; the wood is too dark for my room; 2) it's got a broken drawer, and a broken handle on the top; 3) it's too big and clunky. So I'll keep my older, smaller, but nicer and still-in-better-shape dresser... I just have more rearranging to do. Mom can do with Michelle's dresser whatever she pleases, as long as it's out of my room. But while we're on the subject, how long do you keep something that is merely sentimental or used to belong to a now deceased family member? Lately I think my mom's pushing it with the sentimentality crap, and I really want to slap her in the face and tell her Michelle's dead, has been dead, and no longer OWNS anything. It bugs me that Mom still keeps so much of her stuff when it just takes up space in the house.
I'll make another line-Photoshop picture once I'm done with some more reorganization, but suffice it to say, my bed's finally moved against a wall, my desk is in a nicer, well-lit place, I moved my dressers and box-shelves around, and I moved my organizer off one door and onto another. Things are looking better, but I need a break, since my back is killing me. I aim to read some HYD translations and then nap or whatever on the couch. My bed is so stuffed with... well, stuff, that I don't think I'll be sleeping there tonight. Even if I do clear everything off (and put it away/on the floor) I don't know if I have any clean sheets. -.- Besides, the couch might be better for my spine.
Ugh, owies... I think I'll just read my HYD and giggle about Domoyouji-chan in peace. I already have 2 HYD fic ideas... go see, go see!
IDEA (1)
Tsubaki's eyes widened as she skimmed the papers. Nights of seemingly endless work had suddenly paid off-- this one single sentence, this simple page, this single document could prove to be the answer to all their problems!
"TSUKASA!" She burst into her brother's room without a moment's hesitation, hardly paying attention to how he'd been slumped over his desk. He rose his head half-heartedly, barely sparing his sister a solid glance.
"What is it, onee-chan?" He asked her, sleepiness lacing his voice. As of late, he hadn't gotten much sleep, and it was no surprise; he spent most of his days frumping about his situation with Makino and his mother, and most of his nights trying to come up with a way to make things work out... somehow. For all his so-called genius, it was to no avail.
"What would you say to the possibility of all our problems being solved in one easy swoop?" Tsubaki asked him, a grin curling the corners of her mouth.
Tsukasa Domoyouji angled his head somewhat higher, raising an eyebrow in Tsubaki's favor. His slight nod was a simple urge to continue, and Tsubaki did.
"It has to be you, Tsukasa-- me and you. And if we do this, everything we've wanted will come."
"Just what do you mean?" He finally asked, truly curious at this point.
She gestured towards him with a perfectly manicured finger. "You. Marry Makino, and get Mother out of your hair- forever."
Tsukasa had been a hair's breadth from protesting, but the word 'forever' echoed in his mind, over and over.
"There's a catch, though," Tsubaki said, her expression suddenly serious. "There's only a fifty percent chance of it working. But if it does..." She didn't need to say it again.
If the plan worked, everything they'd ever wanted... would happen.
IDEA (2)
I've always been a sick girl. Ever since I remember, I've always been taking some kind of medicine, going to the doctor's almost routinely. It wasn't until I was older that I really understood why. I had a weak heart. Born with it, actually.
My parents refused to tell me just what it was that I had-- just "a weak heart," and that was all. I had to be careful not to over-exert myself, not to get into any literal "heart pounding" situations. And I managed that, for all the years of my life... until the day I arrived at Eitoku.
I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Makino Tsukushi. Or at least, that's the name I go by nowadays. I wasn't always Makino Tsukushi. I wasn't BORN Makino Tsukushi. That's my adopted name.
My real parents... couldn't take care of me. I don't know why. But I was put up for adoption not a day after I was born. The Makinos took me in, and... well, it wasn't until they discovered my heart problem that money became a problem. And then, when Susumu was unexpectedly born...
And now. And now the Makinos can barely afford to live, let alone get me the medicine. I've only got a few pills left, and a little time-- but I'm a weed-- and I won't give up. Not to the scoundrels at Eitoku and not to my own fool heart!
Tee hee. now reading HYD translations. Shall probably nap and if I wake up sometime tonight, resume room cleaning. Otherwise, it's been fun, and I'll see you tomorrow! Well, some of you anyway! YAY!
I'd saved the movie hoping I could watch it with Jonathan, but a) he hasn't called me at all, even though he's supposed to be back this week, my attitude as such is "Whatever;" b) I'm glad I didn't. Why? Well you know how when a director makes a movie, he has a certain reaction in mind for his audience? Just like when you write a paper, you have to know your purpose-- are you out to entertain, inform, persuade, etc... with a movie, it's like that, but broader. Are you out to make people laugh, make people think, make people cry, etc.
Okay, people talked about BR in the same sense as like, "The Ring." It was SOOOO cool, and do you remember that scene where so-and-so did... and so on. Me? All I knew about BR was from hearsay and the scant info I picked up from the manga (which is vastly different, actually, but I'll get into that in a second) so I was sort of biased from the start. My take on it was, "violent, political, and ... violent. Yes, very violent." After all, it's supposed to feature ninth graders blowing each others' heads off. o_O Well, the political aspect came through just fine, and there was a big dark overture to the whole thing as well. The strange coincidence and attitude of Kintaro-sensei, who had some sort of obsession with Noriko... Hm.
Anyway... I have to say that Shuuya in the manga is SOOO much more hott. ^^; I got to liking his actor in the movie, but he seriously looks better with black hair than bleach blonde (which is what the actor had post-movie). Noriko was awfully cute, and for a while I thought I saw something going on between her and Kawada (who looks SOOO much BETTER than his manga counterpart!) ... could have been wrong. The manga really takes a lot of the dream sequences and strange hints as to people's motivations (i.e. Mitsuko's being a slut) and examines it further... so I kind of hope it ends with more questions answered. I had a feeling it would end the way it did, but... I'onno, just a weird residual feeling left over. Kind of like after reading 1984, you realize that "Wow, this could actually happen someday. Maybe here. Maybe to me." And then you have to ask yourself-- what are you-- the type to try and run away/reveal yourself (and get yourself killed); the type to fight from the get-go; the type who has to experience death first-hand in order to want to take revenge or protect someone else; the type to commit a lover's/friend's suicide; or the type that find a way to trust others NO MATTER WHAT? Can you see yourself killing your friends, classmates, enemies... if it means survival? Pretty scary thought.
Anywho, succeeded some with the room cleaning-- but Mom, typically and predictably threw a hissy fit over me wanting to dispose of one of the dressers. I knew she wouldn't let me throw out Michelle's, but she kept on insisting that she could find a place to put the other one. She's such a packrat, it's unbelievable. I'm really trying to be like a "retired" packrat, and look at things as "Need, will use," instead of just "want, like, have sentimental value." I remember my Dad saying that you should clean your room as if you were going to set a match to it-- that is, look at stuff as if it were going to burn in an "unfortunate accident." What would you want to save from the flames, if you could? What would you not even remember about? I really have to get organized before I start college, that's my big policy. And besides, the way Mom's been treating me lately, she seems to WANT me to get out of here, and FINE, if I end up scoring a job and moving out, I better have an easy time of doing it. Feh.
Anyway, so I changed my mind-- I'd rather ditch Michelle's old dresser, for three reasons-- 1) it doesn't match; the wood is too dark for my room; 2) it's got a broken drawer, and a broken handle on the top; 3) it's too big and clunky. So I'll keep my older, smaller, but nicer and still-in-better-shape dresser... I just have more rearranging to do. Mom can do with Michelle's dresser whatever she pleases, as long as it's out of my room. But while we're on the subject, how long do you keep something that is merely sentimental or used to belong to a now deceased family member? Lately I think my mom's pushing it with the sentimentality crap, and I really want to slap her in the face and tell her Michelle's dead, has been dead, and no longer OWNS anything. It bugs me that Mom still keeps so much of her stuff when it just takes up space in the house.
I'll make another line-Photoshop picture once I'm done with some more reorganization, but suffice it to say, my bed's finally moved against a wall, my desk is in a nicer, well-lit place, I moved my dressers and box-shelves around, and I moved my organizer off one door and onto another. Things are looking better, but I need a break, since my back is killing me. I aim to read some HYD translations and then nap or whatever on the couch. My bed is so stuffed with... well, stuff, that I don't think I'll be sleeping there tonight. Even if I do clear everything off (and put it away/on the floor) I don't know if I have any clean sheets. -.- Besides, the couch might be better for my spine.
Ugh, owies... I think I'll just read my HYD and giggle about Domoyouji-chan in peace. I already have 2 HYD fic ideas... go see, go see!
IDEA (1)
Tsubaki's eyes widened as she skimmed the papers. Nights of seemingly endless work had suddenly paid off-- this one single sentence, this simple page, this single document could prove to be the answer to all their problems!
"TSUKASA!" She burst into her brother's room without a moment's hesitation, hardly paying attention to how he'd been slumped over his desk. He rose his head half-heartedly, barely sparing his sister a solid glance.
"What is it, onee-chan?" He asked her, sleepiness lacing his voice. As of late, he hadn't gotten much sleep, and it was no surprise; he spent most of his days frumping about his situation with Makino and his mother, and most of his nights trying to come up with a way to make things work out... somehow. For all his so-called genius, it was to no avail.
"What would you say to the possibility of all our problems being solved in one easy swoop?" Tsubaki asked him, a grin curling the corners of her mouth.
Tsukasa Domoyouji angled his head somewhat higher, raising an eyebrow in Tsubaki's favor. His slight nod was a simple urge to continue, and Tsubaki did.
"It has to be you, Tsukasa-- me and you. And if we do this, everything we've wanted will come."
"Just what do you mean?" He finally asked, truly curious at this point.
She gestured towards him with a perfectly manicured finger. "You. Marry Makino, and get Mother out of your hair- forever."
Tsukasa had been a hair's breadth from protesting, but the word 'forever' echoed in his mind, over and over.
"There's a catch, though," Tsubaki said, her expression suddenly serious. "There's only a fifty percent chance of it working. But if it does..." She didn't need to say it again.
If the plan worked, everything they'd ever wanted... would happen.
IDEA (2)
I've always been a sick girl. Ever since I remember, I've always been taking some kind of medicine, going to the doctor's almost routinely. It wasn't until I was older that I really understood why. I had a weak heart. Born with it, actually.
My parents refused to tell me just what it was that I had-- just "a weak heart," and that was all. I had to be careful not to over-exert myself, not to get into any literal "heart pounding" situations. And I managed that, for all the years of my life... until the day I arrived at Eitoku.
I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Makino Tsukushi. Or at least, that's the name I go by nowadays. I wasn't always Makino Tsukushi. I wasn't BORN Makino Tsukushi. That's my adopted name.
My real parents... couldn't take care of me. I don't know why. But I was put up for adoption not a day after I was born. The Makinos took me in, and... well, it wasn't until they discovered my heart problem that money became a problem. And then, when Susumu was unexpectedly born...
And now. And now the Makinos can barely afford to live, let alone get me the medicine. I've only got a few pills left, and a little time-- but I'm a weed-- and I won't give up. Not to the scoundrels at Eitoku and not to my own fool heart!
Tee hee. now reading HYD translations. Shall probably nap and if I wake up sometime tonight, resume room cleaning. Otherwise, it's been fun, and I'll see you tomorrow! Well, some of you anyway! YAY!
