about me:o name: Kiaki Mikunio
o age: 13
o gender: Female
o location: North Carolina, USA
o hobbies: Reading, Writing, Web and Graphics desgin
links:o War of the Ring
o Council of Elrond
o Neopets
o International Movie DataBase
tagboard:o Tagboard soon to come
contact:o e-mail
o Webpage
archives:
- o 08/01/2003 - 09/01/2003
- o 09/01/2003 - 10/01/2003
- o 10/01/2003 - 11/01/2003
- o 11/01/2003 - 12/01/2003
- o 12/01/2003 - 01/01/2004
credits:o francey design
o blogger
MAJOR SPOILERS (MY SYNOPSIS OF LORD OF THE RINGS: RETURN OF THE KING
You are Wolverine!
A loner by nature, you feel uncomfortable when
around those you don't know and even those you
do. You are awkward when it comes to
relationships, but fiercely loyal to those you
love.
Which X-Men character are you most like?
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Friday, December 05, 2003
Well, that story I wrote for Mrs. F's class was so amazing some of the words I used stumped some of the teachers, and they've ordered another copy of my book for the school library to keep. I'm on the rocky road to writing stardom, I guess, starting out small, being ripped off by major corporations and international societies, who'd like to put my poetry on CD after CD and expect me to pay them for a copy of the CD, not giving me a freaking dime. I'm doing this all about me project in Mrs. F's class now. The funny thing is, however, that my life is pathetic, boring, and in some ways sad. But hell, I dazzle and razzle my project up with Matrix pics, LOTR pics, POTC pics, and pics of my dog.
12 more days of my suffering, and then, alas, all will be well, for Lord of the Rings: Return of the King comes out on the 17th, and I will finally get to see the ending on the big screen, I am both anxious, and sad.
I'm a big dork. However, I won't elaborate here. But hey, at least I'm not like Claire, at least I'm happy to be myself.
Friday, November 28, 2003
You are naturally born with a gift, whether it be
poetry, writing or song. You love beauty and
creativity, and usually are highly intelligent.
Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet
also bold since you hold firm in your beliefs.
What Type of Soul Do You Have ?
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What Finding Nemo Character are You?
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Pirates of the Caribbean!
What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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Your soul is bound to the Solitary Rose: The
Alone.
"When I wake up alone, the shades are still
drawn on the cold window pane so they cast
their lines on my bed and lines on my
face."
The Solitary Rose is associated with loneliness,
melancholy, and patience. It is governed by
the goddess Merope and its sign is The Sword,
or Unrequited Love.
As a Solitary Rose, you may be summed up as a
hopeless romantic. You desire love and have so
much love to give, but thing just never seem to
work out the way you want them to. In life,
you can be very optomistic, even when things
are gray and nothing works out to your
expectations.
What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?
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You represent... angst.
You have an extremely cynical outlook on just about
everything. It's okay to sulk and be
depressed, but life is short, and you only get
one. It's only what you make it, and only you
can make it improve.
What feeling do you represent?
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Wednesday, November 19, 2003
I'm going to murder the person who wrote the Oscar Meyer Weinner song! Grr..
My lifelong goal is to become a hermit. I want to go to Duke, establish a good career, and then go off into Ireland and find me a sea-side cave dwelling and stay there, writing my stories, and sending them off to my publisher. I don't want to ever have contact with human kind, with the exception of Sam, ever again. Sam will be scouting out areas when she visits Ireland this summer, so I can go ahead and start looking into purchasing my land. I am also deadly serious about this, as well. I HATE PEOPLE!
Saturday, October 25, 2003
You are Trinity, from "The Matrix."
Strong, beautiful- you epitomize the ultimate
heroine.
What Matrix Persona Are You?
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You are "Welcome to the Caribbean, love."
You're more than a little world-weary, but also
intelligent and you keep your head when things
get dodgy. You're everybody's favorite
drinking buddy, but your stubbornness does get
in the way sometimes.
Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are you?
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=+Accurate Harry Potter Housing Quiz+= (pictures!) by: Evey
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Mirkwood Elf.
Are you a Mirkwood, Rivendell, or Lothlorien elf?
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Seer
The ULTIMATE personality test
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Your Captain Jack Sparrow
You're not always clear when you say something, but
you are trustworthy.
-x-What charater from Pirates of the Carribbean are you?(with pictures)-x-
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Your a true romantic. You're the kind of elf that
many find to be deep and sensitive, but that's
a good thing!
*~What's Your Elf Personality? (with pictures, for girls)~*
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Monday, October 06, 2003
Alright, I've got a lot beef or rant about today. This day was horrible for me. I get to school, turns out I got a 75 on my algebra test. Legolamb's got her freaking contacts on. She can't stop smiling. I'm tempted to wipe the grin off her face with a swipe her hand. She hadn't started wanting contacts until I was talking about getting them. Of course, though, I've got to wait until I'm in 8th grade and it's been a year since I got my glasses. Well, I've got my appointment the 16th.. but wouldn't you believe it, little Legolamb decides she wants contacts, complains to little mommy, and bam, she's got them. I was talking about getting cable internet, they were supposed to install it the friday after Hurricane Isabel. It's been about 3 weeks, and no cable internet. Guess who's got her cable internet now? It's just entirely unfair. I've got to wait, earn, and excercise restraint before I get the things I want, and Legolamb simply asks for them and she's got them. I had to harrass my mom for weeks, no, for months, to get me a new sweatshirt before she finally bought me one yesterday. Now, mark you, this is something I actually needed. Lauren decides she wants her room re-done, and she's got it done by the time school starts, in tye-dye, which, she's got to be constantly bragging about. I started my room 2 summers ago and still haven't got the comforter that matches my sheet set. Not to mention, we haven't painted my room at all, and I don't have any new accessories. She's so out in the world for herself. She can't show any sympathy for anyone else. I told her I've got a cold, a very bad one, my nose is swollen, snot is coming out like you wouldn't believe and I have a horrible headache, in excuse for my even more distant actions. She doesn't say, "Oh, I'm sorry," or "Okay, I'll give you some space", it's just her usual complaint "I've got a cold too.. everyone feel sorry for me because I've got a tremendous stick up my ass and not even my pshycho-therapist mommy can manage to pull it out" and she remains in my face bragging about tofu and her tye-dye room and loose and nice and incredibly considerate of people she is. Oh, and she calls herself "laid back" and a "romantic". And I've got my head on my desk, or banging it into a poll thinking "What the hell gave her the idea I care?!?"
"I sometimes cry easily, and I am kinda sensitive, especially when it comes to people I am close to. I can't stand to see someone hurt. I get mad and jealous easily and I'm not that modest, and those are my main bad qualities, aside fr. I hate lieing, and I have a really powerful consciounce, which sometimes gets annoying. I am loyal to God, and don't cuss (or try not to), and try not to sin. I sometimes want to become a nun, but other times I feel that that is not what I want to do with my life. I like to sing, and draw, and I like to read. I sometimes write, even if I am not that good. I want to learn to divination, because it interests me. Some people think they know me, but they don't, I am always surprising them. I also need to be a little more modest. I am shy around strangers, but rather loud around people I know. I usually put other people before myself. I Can't fit anymore!"
She's such a fake. That was her AOL description. She makes herself out to be some perfect person, because she's on this ever going quest to be perfect. She's all preppy. It's sad.. because I believe that at one time she was a good person, though, not during any of the time that I knew her did she exhibit any good qualities. I wish she'd just go join the cheerleading squad since she claims to be "cheerful". Yet, she's the same person, who, if one little thing went wrong in perfect life, she has a fit, all mopey and depressed, stomping around in her six inch heels because she had her period. My sanity.. if I did that, my feet would hurt. I know what it's like to be let down, I know what it's like to hit puberty.. and I accept it as a part of my life. Failure, disappointments, and low self-esteem are part of my everyday ritual.
She's also calling me short all the time. It gets on my nerves so badly. I'm not short. I'm fucking average height. How would she like it if I went around saying "Legolamb, you're fat!" or like that kid in The Wedding Singer, and run up to her say "You're a bitch." I'd send her into another 30 journal entry period of depression, because she can't handle real life. She'll deny anything you say about her because lying is so easy for her. I absolutly hate her, I wish she'd just leave me alone. But, she can't. I've moved on from our "friendship" but she still hangs there. Ha, my new best friend understands me, reassures me, and is there for me. All of which Legolamb never was.
Though, here's something that made me happy. I was telling Maria about how legolamb won't stop bothering me about my height and Maria gets up and shouts across the Mr. K's class. "Hey! Legolamb! Look at me! I'm short too!"..
Maria's a great person.
I think I'm done, I hope Legolamb reads this.
Saturday, October 04, 2003
Heh, that template is my own creation! I'm so proud of myself. I haven't posted often because I've been busy. I finished my novel, right, and then I did my project. Well, I spent a lot of time on my project and did my very best on it and turned it in 2 days early. I got a 100 on it, and my teacher, on the grading rubric, wrote "Awesome" "Very Nice" "Good" and "Excellent" beside each assignment. I dreamed of that happening, but didn't actually believe I'd do that well. By Friday she had already bragged about me. I am so proud of myself right now. I also got another poem published. It's been a generally good week for me. I got my locker open, which had been stressing me out a lot. I redeemed my own from the 60 on my quiz, and got a 100, and then, another 60, but I think I aced the test. At least, I really hope I did. It's algebra, and I think I can keep my grades up above a C. Algebra is the first class I've actually had a hard time with. I'm doing excellent in Mr. Kiaja's class.. and I'm in the spotlight again. I wrote a mere 89 words about how Confuscius's quote applied to my life, and I'm now the writer.. I wrote about a how I didn't get published my first time, and then, my second time I did. That is, however, a complete lie, I just couldn't think of anything else. My first time I did get published, and then, ironically, that day, I recieved my publication evaluation form for my poem "Unhealed" in the mail. That is really odd. I didn't have much hopes of it getting published, it was a simple "get it off my mind" sort of thing. Maybe this is really the beginning of a future and great career, at least, I hope. I really, really, want to be a writer. It's my dream. I know what I have to do to get there, and I'm on my path. Sam thinks she's going to move at the end of this school year. I really hope not. I don't want to lose another best friend and end up with 3 years of grief and poetry writing. I just seems that just when things are going good, that shadow in the corner of my mind gets bigger. I've come to accept the fact that I'll never really defeat that shadow, but there's the slimmer of hope in the back of my mind, like the hope of someone whose lost a loved one, they still sort of believe they can come back, and I still sort of believe that I can conquer that shadow. The good times really get my hopes up, and then, when I hit a depressing stage, it's like a bomb was just dropped right over my head, and it hurts even more because I thought the controversy was over, and that nothing bad could ever happen. And then there's that painful healing cycle, sometimes even worse than when the bomb hit, where you come to grips with it. Then, you get to confident, and the circle begins again. That's what life is, after all, one big circle. Which also adds to the fact that everything in nature is spherical or cylindrical.