Monthly Archives: August, 2002


VMA reflections. Just finished watcing the MTV Video Music Awards. They were actually on Thursday night, but I was tired and in a bad mood, as my blog will clearly tell. The VMA’s weren’t bad this year. Jimmy Fallon is a pretty good host, and his opening number was hilarious. He did impersonations of a bunch of artists, changing their song lyrics to fit. He did Eminem’s Without Me, The White Stripes’ Fell in Love with a Girl, Avril Lavigne’s Complicated, the Dave Matthews Band’s Everyday, and Enrique Iglesias’ Hero. It takes either serious talent or serious insanity to dress up in a Rapboy costume (for Eminem), a long blond wig (Avril), and wear a fake mole (Enrique). Justin’s performance wasn’t bad, but I still don’t like that song as much as I could.

My favorite part was when the Osbournes were talking about the Viewer’s Choice Award. I voted for Michelle Branch, and she won. But anyway, P.O.D. was nominated, too, for Alive. Or maybe Youth of the Nation. (I’m much more into music than most people know, in case you couldn’t tell.) When Sharon Osbourne was reading that, Ozzy asked what P.O.D. stood for. Sharon said, “Pod.” As in the word. It’s actually Payable on Death. I cracked up; I had to fight to keep from crying. =) Laughter is good for the soul.


Sucks to be me. Damn. That pretty much sums up my feelings right now. I wish I could have written this in a good mood, but fate hates me. Apparently, I had too much good karma going on to have things go the way I wanted them to.

Today was the last driving school test before the final. The MVA rules say that if you pass all eight tests, you don’t have to take the final. I passed the first seven pretty easily. It was tonight’s test that killed me. You can miss 4 questions and still pass. I missed 5. One question. One freakin’ question. That was what did it. I was so hoping I wouldn’t have to take the final, cause tomorrow’s my birthday, and I thought that would be a nice way to start the evening. But no. I just had too many good things happen, and the one bad thing had to be that.

I should have known. I shouldn’t have been surprised and angry, like I am now. We correct our tests in class, and the paper I was checking only had one wrong. When I went to mark it wrong, my pen died. I think that might have been a sign — that that test was going to kill me. Creepier still, the question I was marking wrong was the last question I missed on the test — the one that screwed me over. Damn. I had a whole strategy going. I call it the Millionare Strategy. Something I picked up from Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?, back when I still watched it. The rule is: When an answer seems right, stick with it. Don’t second-guess yourself. Don’t change your first instinct unless you have a really good reason. I did. Damn! The same way something told me to change an answer (to the correct one) last night, something told me tonight to change my answers. I wish I’d ignored that stupid voice. As far as I’m concerned, Inner Voice Linz can leave now and never come back. I hate it when I have to learn lessons the hard way. It sucks. It makes life suck. And it makes me really depressed and angry. But I feel better now that I’ve vented and had some chocolate. (Raises your seratonin levels. Makes you happier, chocolate does.) But, seeing as fate isn’t totally unfair, I should do okay on the final tomorrow. It’ll be depressing to see all the people leave who don’t have to take it, but I’ll manage. Wish me luck.


Holy… We’re having a thunderstorm here. Not much rain (as far as I can tell), but the thunder’s picking up. I was looking at some pics from HP and the Chamber of Secrets on The Leaky Cauldron (link on left) that I’ve never seen before, and just as I was reading one of the pics (where it says, “Enemies of the heir…beware”), and there was this massive thunderclap. I was scared out of my mind. Was it really just a coincidence? I hope so. 8{ (wide-eyed scared face)

ETA: I just came across a screenshot of Aragog. *whimpers in fear* Why? Why must there be a gigantic talking spider in a movie I’m determined to see? It’s like the time I accidentally watched part of Arachnophobia. I still get the willies over that one. 8{


School looms near… Finished my first week of driving school. I got my learner’s permit this morning. It took forever, I swear. On the bright side, I got all the questions right on the law test. (So what if it was easy?) My dad says he’ll let me “get used to” his car tomorrow. *squeals with glee* One small step towards vehicular freedom, one giant leap towards getting away from my wacky family.

The people in my driving class are awesome. One girl actually went to kindergarten with me. I couldn’t believe she remembered me. I left for Japan in the second grade, and I hadn’t seen her since. (I know I don’t remember kindergarten. Except toys, naps, and those fat pencils. Those were the days.) Anyway, there’s these twin girls, Ashley and Samantha. Ashley reminds me more of myself. Sam reminds me of my friend Vince — very into punk rock, but really smart and generally a great person. We have the most interesting conversations during our breaks. Sure, I get lost when they start talking about Good Charlotte (while only ever saying the name of the band once — I was almost completely clueless.) But otherwise, it’s all good.

Last weekend before school starts. Sigh. The worst thing about having to go back to school (and making new friends and meeting people and dealing with teachers…) (see, Andra, I don’t use dash-speak all the time) is not having so much time for the Net. I love blogging, I love FictionAlley, I love fanfic in general. Hopefully, school won’t start its annual choke-hold on me too soon. TTFN. =)

ETA: Are the columns still screwed up? They look a little narrower than before, but I can’t tell any more.


I Am Coyote
Coyote is a fun-loving goofball and that fits you to a T. Playfully silly, you appear somewhat bumbling at times, and your goofy exterior sometimes makes people forget what a quick mind and razor wit hides behind that amiable grin. In the mythos of the Plains tribes, Coyote is also a Creator, and stole fire as a gift for mankind. Your gift to the world is the creative fire of your quick, capable mind..

Which Trickster are you?
Take the Trickster Test at
I guess, if I had to be a trickster, this is better than nothing.

You are 13% geek
OK, so maybe you ain’t a geek. You do, at least, show a bit of interest in the world around you. Either that, or you have enough of a sense of humor to pick some of the sillier answers on the test. Regardless, you’re probably a pretty nifty, well-rounded person who gets along fine with people and can chat with just about anyone without fear of looking stupid or foolish or overly concerned with minutiae. God, I hate you.

Take the Polygeek Quiz at

Though I hate to say it, I would have thought I’d be at least 50% geek. Besides, that score comes with a cooler picture. =)


I just wanted to toss this in. It’s a quote from a HP fanfiction story, Harry Potter and the Case of the Missing Author, by Robert Lindsay, which can be found here. This is the best decription of the magic of the Harry Potter books I’ve ever seen.

They were good. Very good. The kind of good, hard, old-fashioned storytelling I hadn’t seen in years, especially in the children’s literature section. The kind of stuff you can read a few times over and not get bored with it. The kind of stuff I’d read to my own kids, if I ever had any. I couldn’t help thinking that the boy who sat in my office now, staring at me across the desk, was lucky to have a talented dame like J.K. Rowling writing his adventures, creating such a magical world for him to live in.

The story is very funny by the way. Even if you’re not really into HP, you’ll like it. =)


I just noticed that the columns on this page are screwed up. The middle one (where the posts are) is too narrow. I’ll try to fix it. In the meantime, just bear with me. I’ll figure it out eventually.

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