Is there life after botched summative English presentation? Methinks not, but we'll all find out tomorrow. My partner and I are hideously unprepared for our big media presentation, and I don't think there's anything we can do about it at this point. Oh well. We also have a religion presentation... we made a Zoroastrian Fire Temple model. I've got the coolest introduction: I'll ask people to (perhaps inwardly) hum the Bolero of Fire from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, and then we will reveal the Fire Temple. It'll be horribly tactless and cheesy.

I saw the eclipse last night. It was kind of cool. I didn't see any damn red moon. It was brownish-grey. Brownish-grey!!! Ripoff.

This is getting really tired, I know, but once again, I should be working right now. I really dislike school. I hope the next seven or so weeks go by really quickly, so I can get back to watching DOOL live every day. By the way, I think Eric is the killer. That's right, Eric. Wouldn't that be wicked? Insane Sami's good-hearted brother is really more insane than Sami herself! And is anyne else disturbed by the fact that they're twins named Samantha and Eric? Sam and Eric? Samneric? Lord of the Flies? Cool... that means they're going to cross over to Jack's side. Wait. Jack is dead. Oh man, Sami and Eric better not die. Although that would be wicked, they better not.

My gosh, I need to manage my time better. That's not a crazy computer error, I'm actually up at 1 in the morning. For no good reason, either. If I had any self-discipline, I'd be sleeping so I could wake up early tomorrow and go to the library and get the video that is the backbone of my summative English presentation next Monday. Shut up, it's not my fault. Last time I ever work with a partner. Any partner.

By the way, the movie is Astitva, a Hindi movie about adultery or something. People (ie people in Internet forums talking about Hindi movies) say it's good. I know absolutely nothing about Hindi movies. But do you know how hard it is to find a copy of any Hindi movie in the Toronto Public Library system that isn't on hold? It's insane. People should be more accomodating of my English projects.

Oh man, I have so much work to do. And here I am, still typing. Still typing... I wonder when I'm going to stop. My hands are possessed... it's like the Desecrator thing from DOOL, except it's my hands instead of me... man, that whole thing was cheezy... but it managed to scare the heck out of me anyway because I was eight years old.

On the topic of cheeze, we've got the best Christmas piece! It's a medley of clichéd Christmas carols. You've got your "Deck the Halls", a good dose of "Good King Wenceslas" (Wencleslas? Wence-- whatever.) and some "Silent Night", I think, and a bit of "Away in a Manger" Of course, a rousing rendition of "Jingle Bells" is practically required. All in all, it's worse than "A Christmas Prelude", the piece we had in grade nine. I love it. Christmastime (anytime after Halloween) is great, as long as you can enjoy it without English and Religion summative presentations that you have to do with a partner who doesn't do anything looming overhead.

I guess I should go to bed... I remember the time when staying up until midnight was only for New Year's Eve. And then, when the clock struck twelve you were practically asleep anyway. I want that time again. School is for losers! Like people who want to be able to support themselves. Bah.

Hallowe'en! I heard from my sources (heh...) that Lucas and Sami get into a food fight on Hallowe'en with their son and their son's class and their son's class's parents on Friday. Nothing could be better... except Aero bars. I heard that Americans are somewhat repulsed by the wonder that is the Aero bar (the bubbles or something). How can it be? It is Aero, the quintessential... something...

Okay, I started this entry with absolutely nothing going on in my head. Usually I have a rough structure of things to write, but today, nothing. I'm sorry for the disjointedness and lack of logic today.

In Religion, my teacher kind of put me on the spot and asked me who I thought was a great leader. (I say "kind of" because it was homework that I didn't do. I mean, I did the rest of the homework, but this was one of them stupid opinion questions, so I just left it out. I have the worst luck.) Fishing around for anything in my head, I came up with "Hitler". And it was weird for me because of the whole "Hitler was a great man" cliché. I don't usually go for those kinds of things. Anyway, I came up with some stupid supports for it, (à la "Hitler respected the people he thought of... as... people.") and I don't think my teacher appreciated it. Alas, I have tarnished my image. Bah. Should have gone with Gandhi. Always, always go with Gandhi.

I think I wrote about this before, but whatever. The reason, in my opinion, that I hate school so very, very much, is that there is always something to dread. A presentation, a project, a test, etc... there's always something looming over you that you really really hate. And I think it affects you physically. I don't think I've ever been totally relaxed over the past six years. Even over the summer, there's something there. But then... maybe I'll never relax. That's a horrible thought. Huh.

Anyway...

So I started tutoring today. It's actually pretty good. I just help the person with their homework for about half an hour and then go to class. I like that.

I DON'T LIKE CHEMISTRY. My teacher... well, at least she doesn't underestimate us. She goes so amazingly fast and doesn't make sure that we all understand the material. In fact, I don't think anyone in the class currently understands the material. And she has flat out refused to review the material with us (but I think she will anyway, or else there'll be a failure rate of 100% on the next test.)

French teacher taught us how to say "I love you" in different languages again. I like the German one, "Ich liebe dich". Sounds so vulgar. No offense to any Germans out there.

If anyone has a copy of "Kuch Kuch Hota Hai" with English subtitles, please lend it to me! My English mark (i.e., my life... you know how much I love English) depends on it.

Today was the best day ever.

Okay, it started out pretty bad, but it got really really really good at the end. Like I am with every presentation I give, I go in preferring death to the presentation and come out, well, relieved. Anyway, school is not what I'm writing about at all.

Yup, Days again. My new idols, Sami and Lucas, the poor star-crossed things, danced together today! Danced! And in a hilarious context, too: they were trying to cheer up their son and get his mind off the possibility that one of them could be a murderer by teaching him how to slow dance for his school dance. And it came with Sami saying that "Grandma Kate" couldn't hurt anyone! I was convulsing with laughter. Days is so cool when Sami and Lucas are on... not calling each other a murderer. And not when Lucas has his hair greased back like Michael Corleone, either, man. He's a weird guy.

And then, I watched my favourite video from when I was, like, 4: "Hats On, Hats Off" with Kim and Jerry Brodey. Has anyone seen this? It's the coolest thing ever. I was surprised to learn that it had been filmed year before I was born. That's a little unnerving.

Anyway, it's about Kim and Jerry and their escapades. They have this Hatmobile-thing, and there are hats on it. And when they put on one of the hats, they go crazy and take on a totally new persona (e.g. crazy person, crazy singing person, and crazy evil advertising person that throws garbage all over the street.)

I never realised it when I was a toddler, but there are even little things thrown in for the grown-ups. For example, when they sing "Frog Jumped Over the Rainbow", Jerry says something like, "Let's take it nice and slow." and then Kim starts clapping and stomping her foot really fast and Jerry goes, "Hey, Kim, stop it! The grown-ups don't want to get the kids all excited!" or something like that.

It's really funny, even without the little jokes. The best part, though, is when Jerry is wearing the hat and he turns into the evil advertiser that sells packaging for food and throws a bunch of garbage on the street. It's like this:

Kim (who, I guess, hasn't realised Jerry's wearing the hat: Jerry! Why are you making this big mess?
Jerry: What mess?
Kim: This mess!
Jerry (looking around): This isn't a mess. This is advertising!

And the closing credits are among the best I've ever seen. It's basically varying shots of a bunch of motorized dancing toy robots, with the song "I Am A Robot" (which was featured in the video) playing over it.

All in all, the most underrated children's video of 1986 ever.

Grrr... I'm stuck. I have an anthropology group project to work on, but I literally can't because it's so stupid. It's draining the intelligence and creativity right out of me. I can feel it. And then I have to do a chemistry thingy but I missed the class. So I need my (super)dad to help me (it's crazy, man! he knows everything! everything!) but he gets home in about half an hour. And, of all things, the only thing my dad ever gets on my case about is going to bed late. Late is like 11:00. You heard me right, 11:00. Everyone is supposed to get at least 8 hours a night. Well... okay, he gets on my case about breakfast too. I hate breakfast, it makes me nauseous.

... anyway ...

The Liberals won! Good. In more exciting news, there was a shooting at one of my riding's polling stations. They extended the polling at that station for 45 minutes. How cool is that? Of the 103 ridings in Ontario, my one has a shooting in it. Keep up the good work, my riding.

In other other news, tomorrow's Friday! It's the only redeeming quality of tomorrow. I suddenly have "Today is Friday (Donkey Sneakers)" by Nuclear Donkey stuck in my head. C'mon, you remember Nuclear Donkey! Okay, okay, bands that comprise the hosts of YTV's after-school programming block are not really bands at all... but they were still cool.

See? No DOOL today.

This online journal has degenerated into "My Occasional Thoughts on Days of Our Lives." I'm very sorry, but tough.

All right, all right, I'll write about real life. But later.

Apparently, Monday's DOOL is gonna be fantastic. Commander Abraham bites the bullet, (well, actually he took it in the neck) and a lot of people feel slight melancholy and a few people cry their eyes out. Always fun to watch. The only bad thing is, they seem to have dropped the only thing they had going during the summer! Where the heck are Lucas and Sami? I mean, they're there, but only because they're both suspects. It's boring without them yelling at each other and stuff.

By the way, baby Theo (The son of the guy who dies; coincidentally, it's the day of his christening. Nice, huh?) is adorable! He's so cute. They should show him more because I'd watch just for him. He's really really really cute.

I'm on the verge of wanting to kill Belle and Shawn myself. What one-dimensional, boring-as-heck characters. They really don't deserve to be in the spotlight so much. The only reason given to root for them is because they are, essentially, the prince and princess of Salem - Belle was born to perfect Marlena and the love of her life (which is why she had to cheat on her husband with him, which is basically what pushed Sami off the edge to begin with) John, and Shawn was born to the previous prince and princess of Salem, Bo and Hope. He's the best of both core families, even though Bo isn't really a Brady. Anyway, here we have the most set-up "supercouple" ever. And they suck.

Sorry, but this rant continues. I don't care what junk they feed us, there is no way I can root for Belle when she's had everything handed to her on a silver platter from the day she was born. She's 19 and she's got an office bigger than my house? She's not even out of school yet! Teen fashion designer? Her dad owns the company! I'm sorry, but when she looked at Roman and said, "I had to work my way up in this company, just like everyone else." I couldn't help but want to strangle her. She's a teenager, with no experience or post-secondary education. She's got a huge office, and probably a huge salary, after working there for three months. Of course, she didn't have the office at first. She had to work at home until they kicked whoever was already in that monstrous office out to make space for her. Yup, worked at home. I'd hate it if I had to work at home. Drawing pictures on a sketchpad. If they want Belle to have any longetivity as a likeable character, they better take her money and cushy job away and get her working for a living, not just for the novelty.

Did I say I was going to write about real life? I lied.

Another entry! Will I ever get back to my daily post?

Methinks not.

So, school's back in gear. Yuck. Anyway, DOOL is either getting extremely good, or extremely bad. You know when you have to make that kind of decision, it's usually the latter. Oh well, it's just a soap opera. But what the heck is up in Salem, anyway? Abe, the fair, likeable, and pretty much harmless police commander suddenly has half the town wanting him dead? And Sami would not go after Abe with a gun. She's crazy, but not that crazy. If she were, Kate would have died 5 or 6 years ago. And Lucas is even worse - he doesn't even know what Abe has on his mom, and he also goes after him with a gun? No way, man. This is insane. Good old Abe... RIP.

I'm not even paying attention to school anymore. Which is not a good thing, as I'm in my second-last year of high school. But everything sucks... especially Religion. Someone should have stopped me from taking that.

My sister wants to take my camera to Waterloo... it's not fair because I can't say no. But what if there's a really cool cloud outside and I have to take a picture of it? Or the chrysanthemums bloom again for a day and then they all die? There are so many things that I have to photograph.

Portland's messed right now... no images. I need to start paying for webspace. Or be cheap and use an online photo album service... I think I'll go for that.

Okay, three days of school... Because I'm bored, I'll give you short summaries of each of my courses, based on what I've experienced of them so far.

Chemistry:
My teacher is a little strange. Not bad strange, just strange. She's a little obsessed with moles. Anyway, I like this course because we did a relatively (compared to everything we've ever done before in any science class) involved experiment on the second day, and we don't have to do a writeup of it. Yet. I think. In conclusion, :)

Introduction to Anthropology, Psychology and Sociology:
This course sucks. I hope I can drop it. The teacher keeps saying 'awesome'. Maybe I can get into biology by saying my family will kill me if I don't become a doctor. :(

French:
This is great. It's amazing - (mostly) same classmates, same classroom, same teacher, and same subject for the third year. And it's such a slacker course, at least for me. I love it. :)

Computers:
Well, I guess once we start the new material I'll be more interested, but it looks like we're in for a couple of weeks of review, even though it can conceivably all be covered in one night of homework... :(

Religion:
Heh... gifted students in a regular course that deals with philosophies of life makes for funny stuff. Like big long interpretations when all that were asked for were some practical applications. And arguments about "emotional communism". However, our homework assignment is to write down some life rules and justify them. Justify them. I will never justify the rules by which I live my life. If I did that, I'd probably go insane from finding out that I'm basing my principles on, like, Barney and Friends or something.

English:
Unlike French, this is a big contrast from last year's class. Instead of two classes with about equal numbers of students, we have one big class and one tiny class. We haven't really done anything yet... but I've never been a huge English class fan. It's thought-provoking and all, but it's really a high-maintenance course. I like courses where as long as you understand the material, you can take it easy and still get good marks. Which is not English. However, that's the subject as a whole, not this specific course, so... :| (haven't decided yet)

Physics:
Back in grade nine, I visited my second cousins one evening. All of them, save one, had attended my high school and had graduated from it. One of them proclaimed that her favourite teacher from the school was the teacher of this Physics course. She also warned me not to go tobogganing on the hills behind the school because of the gang wars. Anyway, I can see why this guy was her favourite teacher. He's sarcastic, likes to put down other people (e.g. biologists and chemists) and uses words like "littler"... he's gifted! :)

Math:
Ah, math. Depending on who you are, it can be the ultimate of coaster courses or the most confusing of all your courses. Up until last year, I was kind of in between the two extremes, but then something happened (a good math teacher, probably) and I fell the way of "the perfect". I love that. This year, we have a class of eight. How cool is that? It's kind of awkward because none of us are really the "always talking" type, so there's a lot of silence, but all the cooler, because you can hear yourself think. Very clearly. And the math teacher is great. Last year, at the contests, he would give us the answers partway through. (Not really give them to us, but give us major hints.) I think it was illegal, but no one said anything. And he's Greek. :)

So those are all my courses. Wow, that kind of drained me.

Go to school, give money, get schedule, fuss over schedule with friends, go home. Simple enough. And it was.

Really simple.

I'm not sure where I was going with that. Anyway, I had a minor scare last night. There's an alphabetical registration day schedule this year (although when I went, they didn't seem to be sticking to any schedule) and when they gave us our report cards in June (making us come to school when they would have sent them anyway... grr) they gave us this schedule, along with the list of things to bring. Like they do every year.

I had stashed these, in their plain manilla envelope, in the desk drawer. On top on the other two plain manilla envelopes which contained my sister's last report cards.

My Grade 10 final report card, the registration day schedule and the list are now in a single-room residence in Waterloo.

If I had been a little less apathetic, I probably wouldn't have put an unmarked envelope on top on a stack of other unmarked envelopes that looked exactly the same as my one. But the point is, I didn't remember how much money to bring. So, my understanding mother gave me $80 in mixed bills! How nice of her. I should give her back that change now.

Or later.

The phenomenon of summer draws to a quiet close. Oh well... it's been a good one, at least. Sure, I didn't do very much, but still, it was far from boring. In fact, I had so much fun over the past two weeks that I totally and entirely forgot about my stupid old journal. :P

I think I wrote about it in my last entry... anyway, since the Monday before last up until last Friday, my house was home to an extra... let's see... 7 people. 8 for a few days. And there was another 3 people, but they weren't quite living here. But I digress. They were my paternal grandmother, my dad's sister's family, and my dad's brother's family. And boy, did we have some fun. I mean, sitting around the computer playing Baldur's Gate and "Highland Warriors" (my ten-year-old cousin's choice - he chose it for its lack of guns and "beasts"); watching Strong Bad e-mails and Red vs. Blue and Happy Tree Friends (don't look at it, it's evil) with my nerdly (I didn't say it) grown-up cousin; playing Trivial Pursuit and losing to my other grown-up cousin who actually knows more absolute rubbish than I do; playing three-on-three badminton (and winning! we rock.) in the backyard; watching a lot of our videos and DVDs, including both Reboot movies and the Power Rangers DVD; watching The Medallion; and watching Pirates of the Caribbean and staying an extra, like, 10 minutes for the credits just for the 30-second extra clip. (The monkey's still alive! And he stole a medallion! Pirates of the Caribbean II!) And that's probably just half of it.

You know, I think last year I was a lot more sad about going back to school than this year. Maybe because this year, I was too busy to contemplate school. I'm sure I'll be back in a stupor in a week's time. But this summer was a lot better than last summer, for some reason.

I bet it's because of Days. Yeah, that's probably it. My old friends of more than ten years - Samantha Gene Brady and Lucas Desmond Roberts. Just like old times. And let's not forget good old Mimi and Bart. Who could forget those two? Days was a lot better this summer than last summer. Last summer had alien twins and the Austin-clone, Brandon.

Okay... this has been reflective enough for me. You know I'm just looking for excuses for not cleaning out my binders and stuff.

Okay, I think I can use the computer for longer now. Thursday night was the best and worst night ever. It was best before it was worst, though.

As soon as I realised that there were no streetlights on anywhere, I ran outside and looked up, and sure enough, there was every star I had never seen. I've only seen skies like that a few times in my entire life, and most of those times were from driving north on Kennedy at 3 in the morning to see meteor showers. Which I haven't done very much.

Anyway, my entire family came out and looked for constellations and stuff, and I tried to take 2 second exposure things of the sky with my camera but my dad said that you're supposed to take 15 minute exposures so I don't think they worked.

Then my sister and I just lied on the porch until, like, 11 o'clock looking for shooting stars (I saw two, which is more than I ever saw on Kennedy Road at 3 in the morning) and quoting Strong Bad e-mails. Strong Bad is one funny guy. We also saw some possible aliens, some satellites, and a really, really cool looking low-flying plane with lights on the wings and stuff.

Then we had to go inside. Looters, you know. Anyway, I have the highest bed in the house, as I have the top bunk of the bunk bed. This is usually a cool thing to lord over people, but not on a sweltering summer night without air conditioning or fans. Actually, we usually don't use the air conditioner, but my sleep really depends on the fan. So I ended up sleeping on the couch in the basement. And it was still hot. Hmph.

THE POWER'S BACK!!!

That was probably the longest day in my life. But I digress... I should be conserving electricity, so I guess I'll wrap this up. RIP OCG day. :(

I ventured into the depths of two stores I haven't gone to in years, probably, today: Zellers and Weall & Cullen. I guess no one else goes to those places anymore either, because they were both virtually empty. But empty stores are the best places to do shopping, I think. Anyway, I managed to spend a whole bunch of my dad's money.

I blew $20 on flowers. I convinced my dad that we needed "fall flowers", so we found some asters and chrysanthemums. I can spell chrysanthemum! I don't even have to look it up. It's amazing what you don't know that you know.

Anyway, I think I should plug blogsnob. For all the people out there that have blogs, (a lot of you, I know) it's like a webring thing, and it's text and non-intrusive and I was bored so I stuck it into the links section. What's fun is jumping from blog to blog. You wouldn't think it would be fun, but it kind of is.

I was cleaning the furnace room Sunday night, and I came upon my totally-untouched-since-the-last-day-of-grade-eight grade eight backpack. And it had everything in it - that is, my Core notebook. And as soon as I found it, I was going over the objective of the cross-examination, symptoms of psychoses, types of schizophrenia, the concept of currency, and all that other fun stuff. I also found my city plan and my house plan. I still say I'm going to have my almost 3000 square foot house built one day.

Well, that was disjointed and uncohesive enough. My work is done.

aahhh! I told myself I wouldn't write about soap operas on here anymore, but I can't help it... Days was amazing today! You see, they just had a head writer change, because the previous one sucked a lot. The new one, who made his mark today, is the same guy that was writing when I started watching, back when I was 6 or 7. Yay! Good Days Of Our Lives (the Days that used to scare the heck out of me, with the burying people alive and demonic possessions) is back!

So what made it amazing? I'll try to make it easier to understand for the unobsessed. A major character had a heart attack, another two major characters were attacked when the lights were cut, and there was generally better dialogue the whole time. Old characters that seemed stale and boring just yesterday are good again. The final shot actually made my mom and me gasp out loud, which never happens. We're (okay, I'm) usually shockproof. And so, I am happy.

In other news, Bowser keeps hitting me and making me spin out when I'm playing MarioKart. I'm Toad. I'm always Toad. Actually, Yoshi's my backup, if anyone ever beats me to Toad. Anyway, yeah, I was playing today, and Bowser hit me and I spun out, and he bounced off me another three times before going around me. >.<

I'm sure there's something more productive I could be doing right now. I guess I'll go look for it.

Man, am I stupid. Here I was, this whole time, annoyed out of my mind about how hot and loud it was. And the answer was right there! All I had to do was steal the laptop and head for the guest room/ex-family room/sewing room/room with the air hockey table/some other stuff. Seriously, this is the quietest, coldest, and now that the junk is gone, neatest room in the whole house! And I was avoiding it like the plague.

Other than that, though, I'm still pretty bored. Today, I wrote out addresses and stuffed envelopes for the invitations for the wedding of this guy that I hadn't known was in existence until last year. But we're hosting the thing, apparently - we're proxies for the groom's family, I guess.

Boo. You know, there's going to be, like, seven extra people living here when that wedding happens. This is a bungalow with three bedrooms and a one-bedroom basement suite. Five people is enough, don't you think? Ohmygosh, I just realised it'll be twelve people and two bathrooms. Maybe I can check into a motel.

Laptop battery running low... next time I'll grab the adapter. Off I go.

Hello all. An amazing thing happened to me this morning: I set out to fry an egg, and I didn't break the yolk! May not seem like too much, but I'd never done that before. I'm elated now.

I also uploaded another batch of my photography! It's great stuff, really it is.

I officially have something to do, but I'm not doing it, because it's more boring than this, which is a little hard to believe. I'm supposed to be cleaning. Cleaning everything. Apparently, we're supposed to be cleaning the entire house. Well, not as much cleaning as throwing away junk, of which we've got a lot. But it's such cool junk... I had to throw away our old set of blocks yesterday! I loved that block set.

And I found a publicity-type head shot of one of my sister's old friends, with the person's autograph on it. (She evidently wants to be famous.) Anyway, I thought it was funny and hey, it could be worth money someday, so I was going to keep it, but I made the mistake of showing it to my sister. She burst out laughing and took it from me. >.<

You know what's a cool show? "How It's Made". It's about how various products are manufactured. It's very interesting... and hypnotic... no really, it's interesting.

I was dragged, yet again, on another boring outing to Kitchener/Waterloo this morning. I waited while my sister picked up stuff from UW and bought books, and then we went home. Grrr. I could have watched Reboot.

My dad said my brother and I had to go because we might want to go to UW. Not me. I'm going to Western, the party school... or as close as you're going to get to a party school in Ontario.

A few things have dawned on me recently:

1. Come September, I'll have my own room! I've never had my own room in my entire life!
2. Sadly, Days Of Our Lives has so piqued my curiosity that I'll probably have to start taping it again come September... which can only lead to disaster.
3. It would be really cool to have a garden that is comprised of the entire spectrum of colours, in order. (A "rainbow garden".) Come on, you know it would be!
4. I would be much too lazy and incompetent to plan and/or create aforesaid "rainbow garden", but I'd really like to have one.

I archived. I'm really angry and bored right now. I know why I'm bored, but I don't know why I'm angry, which kind of makes me more angry.

But it's probably because I'm watching Pyramid, and Donny Osmond is annoying me.

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Okay... I'll try to sum up everything in a few paragraphs. In the past, I've been very bad about this. Anyway, I'm Kala and this is my journal. I was born in Canada, my parents are Sri Lankan. I only speak English (and a little French) because I never learned Tamil, because I couldn't sit still long enough to. And I hated those classes.

I like web designing and editing/creating graphics and stuff... I made this, for example. I usually don't have much better to do, and when I do, I don't do it because it's usually not fun. Anyway, I've been web designing since '97 and doing graphics since '98. I'm relatively old on the Web - we had a Sportster 28.8 back in '94 - even though I myself am only 15. My pet peeves include laziness (I know, the hypocrisy), ignorance, career studies and TAP (aka TAG) (every high school student in Toronto knows what I'm talking about) and people who breath and/or eat loudly. The last two probably seem strange, but the moment you notice either one of them, they never go away. Ever. Sorry about that.

Favourites...
shows: ReBoot, CSI, ST:TNG (I'm a geek... but not a true trekkie), Chocolate with Jacques Torres
sailor soldier: saturn
colours: dark red and purple (ie Sailor Saturn colours)
subjects: science (yes, science), math
I can't think of anything else worth mentioning.

Oh yeah, my birthday's on December 2. I'm a Sagittarius, a rabbit, and my birthstone is cubic zircon or blue topaz or... I don't know, actually. December's stone changes from department store to department store. Britney Spears and Monica Seles stole my birthday, (even despite their being older than me) not vice versa.

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