Kiri
16 November 2010 @ 08:09 pm
your name in print on the third page of the post  
Okay, I'm really bad at blogging every day. I missed blogging yesterday, and I was online yesterday too, I just... didn't feel like blogging. Blargh.

But, here's some good news - my article finally got printed in the East Providence Post
(Yes, I'm disclosing where I live to the entire Internets, oh noes!)

What article, you ask? The article I was stressing out writing for weeks on Marc Dorcean, the Haitian musician who came to my school to do a concert for Haiti relief. It made third page too, which was excellent - I was scared that they'd push it to the back if they were going to print it at all... And it got a mention on the front page! If my scanner worked I'd definitely scan it in (it'd be a good picture to put in a DW scrapbook, if we ever get one), but alas, all I have to give is my word. I have to admit, seeing my name in print really is a lot more exciting than I thought it'd be. My Latin teacher was showing off the article to everyone in Latin class today and I didn't really know what to make of it, really.

However, there was one person in my class who kind of scoffed and was like,
"Just an article in the newspaper? Is that good enough for your senior project?"

... Seriously? Have you ever tried writing a goddamn article for the newspaper? Like, I'm talking actual news - not your Perez Hilton-esque blog that you might think is actual news, no, the newspaper, that gets printed and posted for the masses (like you) to read, for free? (The Post is free anyway, I know not every paper is.) It's not easy, not at all! Interviewing someone is nerve wracking and if you don't take proper notes, you won't get the quotes you need. You can't just make up shit like you would if you're writing a story - every fact you write needs to be factual, you can never add in your own opinion. And it needs to be long enough to cover everything that happens, but short enough to keep the attention span of the masses. However, if it's too short, they'll plaster ads all over your article's page and it'll look shitty as hell.

So, yes, I think it's good enough for my senior project, thank you very much.

Either way, with this article done, that's 2/4 of my senior project complete. I'm chuggin' along at a good rate, I'd say!

Also, I'm in a dilemma! A crisis, I'd say! ...I don't know what to put on my Christmas list!
... No seriously, this is a huge problem.

Here's the deal. I know for sure I'm getting Final Fantasy XIII and Assassin's Creed 2 (yeah, yeah, I know, old games, old news, leave me alone; I'm poor, I say!). But, thing is, I really really want to get Birth by Sleep and 358/2 Days. (Or KH: a shitload of days, as I call it, because really, what's up with that title? I'm sure there's probably something symbolic about it that I have to play the game to understand, knowing Nomura. Or, he just thought the numbers sounded pretty.)

Yeah, I know - they're both relatively aged, especially Days, but I've kind of been pushing KH aside for other games. Blasphemous, I know! But I really want to get back into KH games, I mean, KH was the first fandom I ever got into and went crazy about! KH is how I made most of my friends, especially the ones still with me today! ... The problem is that I know nothing about these games, not even plot wise. I've somehow stayed away from all spoilers so I have no real want to pick it up. But if I spoil myself... I don't know how I'll feel about them after! It's truly a dilemma! I'm a broke, poor gamer, so I have to really scrutinize what I pick up...

I also want Fable III, and that's already like, sixty frickin' dollars! Ugh, why can't I get a job, whyy...

Oh, and I'm definitely getting Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney. Yeah, I know, I mentioned I was playing that the other day, but the truth is that I just downloaded the ROM and used an emulator to play it. But when I got to the last case, well, they started implementing the touch screen, and my emulator, or no emulator that I've tried, could handle it. So, I definitely have to snag that too. And while we're at it, Bioshock is a really old game that I want to play too, it must be only fifteen dollars or so by now...

Argh, it sucks being a broke gamer!
If there's ever been an appropriate time to throw a temper tantrum, now would be the time.
 
 
Current Mood: bouncy
 
 
Kiri
20 October 2010 @ 10:51 pm
i am who i am  
God, I’m exhausted. I just came back from covering the candidates’ debate with my mentor.

If there’s anything I learned from this mentorship so far, it’s that you should always come at least twenty minutes early to any event you’re going to. Even if you don’t expect a lot of people to be there, you want to make sure that you get first pick when it comes to seating arrangements, or else you’ll be standing up for during the whole two-hour event, taking notes while surrounded by people who you can’t help but feel are looming over your shoulder. When you’re dressed to impress, with a notebook in hand and pencil behind your ear, of course they’re going to know that you’re for a newspaper – people move in closer and can’t help but take a few glances at your notes. One of my biggest pet peeves (and I have a lot of pet peeves anyway, so this is probably irrelevant) is when people look over my shoulder and glance down at what I’m writing.

So that was me – I arrived with ten minutes to spare before the debate began, and my mentor hadn’t managed to snag a seat. I still don’t know if that was because he was waiting for me or because he didn’t think of it – but it was probably my fault, looking back. He made no note of it and was glad to see me, and we loomed in the back of the church, memo pad in hand, ready to take notes. Granted, I don’t know if I’ve got this whole note taking thing down yet – I just write down what facts might seems important, in a sort of chicken-scratch scrawl that might seem perfectly readable to me at the time, but when I go back to look at it, I cringe and wonder just how uncomfortable I had to be to write so atrociously. Meanwhile, while we’re standing (for two hours, may I remind you) the building is positively packed – and that would be fun, except for the fact that so many people smelled of cigarette smoke.

In a previous blog post, I told you that I’d never turn my parents in if they happened to be smokers and happened to smoke pot. Now, I’m telling you that I definitely would, because my body just cannot handle the intensity of so much smoke in one building. It only took an hour in the debate for my lungs to get heavy, and I started wondering if I should’ve brought my inhaler – I’ve never had an attack, but for a few moments back there, I was genuinely scared that if my knee didn’t give out on me, that I’d start having an attack and just start convulsing on the floor. To make matters word, an eccentric old timer was standing behind me most of the time, and he was probably the smokiest of them all. It wasn’t even just cigarette smoke, but it was this indescribable foul odor, like… fermented rabbit and dog droppings, left out in the sun to stew. It was unbelievably bad, and to be honest, I’m not sure how I made it through the debate at all.

But despite all of that, I can tell you wholeheartedly that the debate was really interesting and intense! It was probably the first debate I’ve ever been to, but, hell, all the issues they were discussing, I was amazed that I actually got what was going on, that I understood all the things they were talking about. Rhode Island’s in a bad state – everyone knows that, you don’t need to be a politician to know that – but did you know that we’re the 49th worst state to run a business? That we’re probably the most liberal state, because we’re so slack with who qualifies for unemployment and who doesn’t? Did you know that our current school committee head doesn’t even know the graduation requirements for seniors?

It was outstanding, really. There was some mudslingers, really inspirational speeches, heated debates over certain expansion projects that a lot of people don’t agree with… I didn’t think I’d like it at all, but to be honest, I enjoyed being able to go and seeing just what exactly is going on with our state. Yesterday, I looked in the mirror and said, “Am I really cut out for this?” Right now, I’m thinking the answer is yes – yes, I really think I am.

But that doesn’t change how tired I am. God, and I might be going out again tomorrow!

Earlier today, I was thinking about making a prompt community that would solace focus on original writing. I haven’t noticed until very recently that Dreamwidth is positively packed with fandom community, and there are very little places that cater to original writers. Yes, I know there are some – but there need to be more, I think. Problem is, while I have a good idea for an original writing prompt community, I’m not sure if I’d have the drive, dedication, and time to run it. Would it be so much work, though? I’m not sure. I’ll be thinking it over this week, but it would really be interesting to have a group of people who loved writing original pieces, and not so much fanfiction. And I’ve nothing against fanfiction, but I’m just not a big fandom person. Okay, that’s a lie – a part of me really likes certain fandoms, like Kingdom Hearts (god, I’m such a big Kingdom Hearts fan, I won’t deny that) but writers who primarily don’t write fandom need to be represented more around DW! Maybe I’ll make one, I don’t know. I’d need to think more about it, definitely, especially since I have so much going on with school. If I were to make one, it’d probably be after senior project’s over and done with.

Also, while I’m not taking part in NaNoWriMo (I’m working on editing my rough draft of Pridea instead) I’ll probably be taking part in NaBloPoMo – or National Blog Posting Month. The jist of it is to basically post a blog entry every day for a month. Pretty simple, I think – plus, I had wanted to do something like that anyway for October, but I had been iffy about whether not I should move over to DW or stay on Blogger. Since I’m definitely staying here on DW, why not participate in NaBloPoMo? Might as well start breaking in this new blog as much as I can!

I’m off – to brush my teeth, to brush my hair, to go to bed.
 
 
Current Mood: tired
 
 
Kiri
19 October 2010 @ 06:33 pm
i just want to lay down  
I’m going to city hall today, for my 15-hour internship with the freelancer. I dressed formal for the occasion - rarely am I ever seen in actual shoes, dress pants, a black turtleneck, and a grey overcoat with shiny new buttons. Mother dolled up my face with her tentacle hands, applying makeup to any spot that dare show off imperfections. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt my heart sink to my chest. This is the last person I ever wanted to be. When have I ever thought to myself, when I was young, “I want to be a journalist!”?

The answer is never – and yet, at the same time, this is what I want. Yes, no, I don’t know what I want anymore – but all I do know, is that when I pictured myself as an adult when I was younger, I was a quirky, young hipster who wrote novels for a living, and wore different colored socks and didn’t give a damn about anything. And to be honest, I don’t give a damn about the news – but then again, I don’t give a damn about anything. There are so many problems in this world, so many things that need to be fixed, but I don’t want to be the one to fix them. God, I just want to lie down. I want to leave reality and float on rainbow coloured clouds.

I had a thought today, as I was walking home from school, that perhaps, I would be the one to help put an end to Rhode Island corruption. I’d be the daring journalist to go in and investigate all the big time names – all the mayors we’ve had, all the shady lawyers who do double-edged deals under the rug – I’d be the one to wonder where all of this missing money’s going off to, I’d be the one to expose them all and clean up all the dust from Rhode Island’s grimy name. To be a shōnen manga hero – that’s been my dream for a while too. Is it such a horrible desire, to want to be someone with unspeakable power, who gets into tough situations, but pulls through, despite the odds? Hell if I’d actually have the nerve to do something as great as that, though – I am not so brave and courageous. I will not live the life that very few people get to do in this world.

Mother believes that I will be the one to save her from her current lifestyle. She wholeheartedly believes that I will be the one to support her when she gets older, that I will inherit our house and pay the bills for her, that I will cater to her every whim. That, I know, will not happen. It cannot. I will not live in this house when I get older – I’ll have an apartment somewhere, I’ll live on my own, I’ll walk around the apartment in my underwear if I want, and eat ice cream on the couch while watching anime on my computer. I’ll save up money little by little to by a flatscreen TV for myself, so I can play my video games in high quality. I’ll have a little room dedicated to writing newspaper articles. I won’t even have a landline, just a cell phone. I don’t want much out of life. I just want little things.

Everyone expects so much of me. My Latin teacher, my family, my teachers, my guidance counselors…

But god, all I want to do is lie down.
 
 
Current Mood: apathetic