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April 30, 2007:

What does it mean?

You are The Tower

Ambition, fighting, war, courage. Destruction, danger, fall, ruin.

The Tower represents war, destruction, but also spiritual renewal. Plans are disrupted. Your views and ideas will change as a result.

The Tower is a card about war, a war between the structures of lies and the lightning flash of truth. The Tower stands for "false concepts and institutions that we take for real." You have been shaken up; blinded by a shocking revelation. It sometimes takes that to see a truth that one refuses to see. Or to bring down beliefs that are so well constructed. What’s most important to remember is that the tearing down of this structure, however painful, makes room for something new to be built.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

So yeah, I don’t always do this meme stuff, but I actually do have Tarot cards and I do readings once in a while (not as much as I did when I was in high school of course ) so…

I’m the Tower. The Tower peoples! How in the heck? It’s probably the only Tarot card that can have a negative meaning, even the Death card only means change. The Tower can represent destruction or collapse. I suppose on one hand its fitting. I mean, my Math Readiness Test is Friday and if anyone knows me well enough, they know that the one thing in life I hate with a passion is Algebra (and it’s more advanced stage of Calculus - is that even how you spell it? Arg!), so yes, I’m feeling a little shaken up lately. But the Tower?

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April 26, 2007:

CSI, the original please

Hehehe, they said “popped his man-cherry” on CSI.

The small joys in life.

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April 24, 2007:

Hairstyles and boobs

I was trying to describe a new character today in the novel I am currently working on, Morgan (working title). I wanted her to have a very perky-high-schooler haircut which wasn’t a ponytail. I found myself prowling Wikipedia, which has a very impressive list of hairstyles. I learned what a Quiff was, I’ve always wondered.

However, in the end I chose something I wore myself sometimes: loose-bunned pigtails. You know the kind, right, where the hair is loosely held together creating a kind of U-shape? It was surprisingly difficult to describe a hairstyle (it still is!) and usually I mention hairstyles quickly. I like to describe little things about my character, like what hairstyle they have with an outfit, because I think it creates not only an interesting mental picture, but it also tells a little about the character. For example, someone wearing a mohawk will get a different reaction than someone wearing a buzz cut, right?

The second problem I came into contact with was boobs. It had to do with the same character, Mika (”meek-ah”). When I originally came up with Mika’s character, I immediately knew that she and Morgan would have a rivalry between them. In many ways, they are very similar, yet it is perhaps because of this similarity they create rivalry. Anyway, Mika also has large breasts (I imagine size D or DD) but I was surprised how hard it was to describe. How do you tastefully say it? I didn’t want to say, “Oh, by the way, she had big boobs.” I’m not writing a porno here! But, since Mika’s character is very loosely inspired by Naga from Slayers, they are a feature. I also don’t want to be called anti-feminist or promoting low self-esteem in women. I hope that it can be taken lightly, like I mean it.

It’s surprising how things you never think may be difficult in writing end up being quite difficult! First, I agonized over a haircut, then I agonized over how to describe Mika. After about half an hour deleting and re-wording, I ended up with this:

Morgan suspected that a reason for Mika’s success was because she did not look like a smuggler. There was nothing shady or off-putting about her. In fact, Mika looked like a high schooler, although she was probably in her mid- or late twenties. She had strawberry-blonde hair that she kept long. Right now, she had styled it into pigtails of loose curly-cue buns. It looked quick and yet charming. She had a small nose, tight, well-formed lips, and high cheekbones which always seemed rosy. Her brown eyes were fringed with dark lashes, and her eyebrows were auburn and carefully plucked. She wore a peasant shirt with ruffle at the low V-shaped collar, and tight jeans. Mika always played her sex appeal. She was attractive in that healthy, girl-next-door way. She was slim and toned, with long legs, and huge breasts, something Morgan couldn’t help noticing every time she saw her. Mika often preferred low-cut tops or tight tops. Morgan, who viewed Mika more with a rivalry similar to siblings than as a friend, often would joke about Mika’s endowments, leading to quarrels between them. But, whatever their outward interactions or appearances, the two worked well together and kept a mutually beneficial acquaintance.

And now we’ve got a new character in the story! I actually like Mika’s character quite a bit, and since I spent so much time trying to figure out her appearance, I may have to make up one of my Himani’s Never Fails Indepth Character Sheets (tm ) for her and give her more page-time.

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April 23, 2007:

I taught high schoolers today!

Yup, yup, yup, the subject tells the truth. I taught real life high schoolers today. I’ve been volunteering at a local high school the past three months as a prerequisite to get into the teaching certification program at the university (since I’m graduating in May, I decided to get my certification and then I know one thing I can do with a degree in Creative Writing and Psychology/English literature). Anywho, today was the first day I got my feet wet and taught a class! I was pretty nervous about it, but I wanted to do it so I could get a nice recommendation.

It was actually a lot of fun. Once the initial butterflies-in-tummy-oh-my-god-they’re-staring-at-me-like-zombies wore off, it was all fun and games. Although, I have a tendency to answer my own comments and laugh at my own jokes. I’m either going to be a really lame teacher which everyone describes as, “But she’s so cuuuuute because of her eccentricities” or I’m going to be the teacher kids laugh along with (as opposed to laughing AT).

I taught Act 1 of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and did a small lecture on the different characters in the play. It was actually fun, I wasn’t sure until that moment I could be a teacher, but now I think I can (famous last words).

(Off topic, but sorry for the sudden disappearance. I’ve been having computer problems and since graduation is coming up fast, I’ve been really busy. I may be on-and-off again for the next month, too.)

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April 3, 2007:

Word of the day 1

Here’s a word I need to somehow get into my vocabulary more often: badonkadonk.

And before you say, “But you’re a chick, Himani! Do you really talk about women’s butts?” I say, Just say the word! Isn’t it fun? It makes me think of congo drums.

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April 1, 2007:

An April Fool’s baby

So, for a little while longer, today is my birthday. I’m an April Fool’s baby, born two weeks late, during a nasty snowstorm in Chicago, on a full moon day.

It was a great birthday, unlike the day that preceeded it. John and I went to Golf n’ Stuff with Matt and Hollie, another couple. We played miniature golf (I got a hole in one But I lost overall ), then we rode the go-karts, and then the water boats. The water boats were the most fun because you could shoot water at each other. Everyone ganged up on Matt and he was pretty soaked by the end of it. I had made the mistake of wearing a white shirt, however I had a sports bra underneath, so it worked out. John and I then played some arcade games and we then all went home. Later, John and I went to Olive Garden. We were going to get ice cream (I had a coupon), but by then we were so stuffed, we just went home and watched Elfen Lied until it was bedtime. I came on for a quick post, of course.

The problem with Sunday and weekday birthdays (sans Friday) is that you have to get up early in the morning. But, as I’ve jokingly told John, “This is only the beginning…of the month long celebration of the birth of Himani!”

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