May. 27th, 2003

Rantage

May. 27th, 2003 02:00 pm
dagas_isa: Kanzaki Nao from Liar Game (Default)

So, where was I? Rants, that's right. Most of them center around something I'll call the Rainbow Rumble Fish, the result of the combination of a plywood fish and a bunch of paint.

Several things have made me realize the value of community in our lives, not the least of which is graduation. Soon, I'll be going to a college that has more people in it than my hometown, and I'll know almost no one and almost nothing about the place. Most people seem to be eager to get out of this sleepy little town, and move to a bigger world, but this is where we'll have roots. Despite how much we want to deny it, this town is part of us, and believe it or not, we're lucky to have been here. I can think of a hundred worse places where I could have grown up and gone to high school . . . the place I was born, the place I spent most of my elementary school years, either of these would have been a lot worse than this place. There's murders all over the inner cities of Chicago, and not to leave out the rich white youths in the suburbs there was one of the most horrendous incidents of hazing in one of the north suburbs. The community, and the values of the community really do have an effect on us.

The local paper means a lot to me, especially because we get the Chicago Tribune as well. The big paper has all the large things, wonderful columnists, comics (none quite so good as Megatokyo or the old retired "Calvin and Hobbes" and the big important articles. But the local paper has local news. I open the paper and I know the people making news. The Rainbow Rumble Fish was part of a community project that was written about on page two. The news about two people in my class getting huge scholarships was on education notes. News about the high school track team coached by my intership sponsor was in the sports section. It amazes me all the little things that go on in the community that people miss. We have theaters, people, two of them actually. These things are hidden, and that's what makes them valuable, especially because many people today would rather sit in their homes and shut themselves in (something I'm guilty of, I admit). So painting the RRF in the basement, alone, I still felt a part of my community, and personally, it amazes me how good it feels, and how much I appreciate growing up in a sheltered, sleepy looking town, even if the library is closed on Sundays during the summer.

And about bad times producing nostalgia. The worst year of my life was my seventh grade year, the first year that I ever fell into depression. Bullied just about everywhere I went and the first year of middle school, honestly I couldn't stand it. But while painting, things grew silent, and to sate my need for music without having to go upstairs, I put on some of my old English CDs, my old staples of seventh grade. I realized how much those old songs meant to me and how much they applied to my situation then, even though I myself didn't realize it. I wouldn't want to relive that time, but I appreciate having lived through it a lot more. I'm keeping those CDs now, even though I've moved on since then.

Now for memorial day weekend: Male GMs should not run an all female group of players, especially if they're not quite sympathetic with the "hot guys are good mindset" In poor Chard's RP, all of the four characters decided to take a road trip to Las Vegas. Three of us decided that saving Orlando Bloom from a fireball would be quite a pleasant pasttime despite the risk of become a charred husk. The last one, not a major Orlando Bloom fan, decided that getting married to a random guy she met at a club before going to his apartment was an acceptable life choice, never mind that she wasn't out of high school. There's the problem. I don't think Chard was expecting that . . . I really don't.

And I . . . I need Kage! *cries out* When the things that have to happen to him happen, I'm going to be so messed up. It was hard enough writing chapter 21. It really was. *sobs* Stupid . . . stupid sadistic characters.

Over and out.

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