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"Now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies."
-- Voltaire on his deathbed, when asked by a priest to renounce Satan

"This is what civilization should look like."
-- Ralph Nader on Powell's Book Store

"That many people taking an interest is scary. The Internet is a scary thing. I'm a complete technophobe, which is why I don't have e-mail."
-- Orlando Bloom on his 'Net popularity

"Close only counts with horseshoes and hand granades."
-- Anonymous

:: Quick Brown Fox ::
:: 02:26 a.m. ::
:: Saturday, August 17, 2002 ::

Well, I promised someone that I would update my blog. Unfortunately, I am very much a procrastinator, and there are lots of things I still have to do before I go to college. I have to leave for Pittsburgh in 5 hours. In all honesty, I really think I must go do other things, rather than spill my soul in bloggage.

I'll work to catch up this blog once I get my new laptop at CMU. This should happen in early September. That's not too long to wait, now is it?

:: Nappy ::
:: 11:52 p.m. ::
:: Thursday, June 27, 2002 ::

I got to kidnap people today. Always a joy. But I think I cracked up too much, so I'm going to look corny, unconvincing and unevil in the movie. Oh, well.

They made me wear pink again. I feel a little ill...

Te he. I'm probably one of the few people in the world who uses file sharing programs to download classical music. But, hey, what else should you do when you're in the mood for Wagner, Strauss, Prokofiev and 'Carmina Burana'?

:: Dearly ::
:: 01:20 a.m. ::
:: Wednesday, June 26, 2002 ::

Reading a new book called The Bone Doll's Twin. Izz good, so far, except that it contains similarities to Beloved (angry spirit of murdered baby haunts house).

Met up with Benly One briefly today. He has a spiffy new jaw line... going to take some getting used to.

I should sleep soon, so that I may rise early and film tomorrow.

:: Brook by the Bay ::
:: 11:15 p.m. ::
:: Sunday, June 23, 2002 ::

Here's an overview of the Disneyland trip, with some commentary from me included. This overview assumes the reader has some basic knowledge of Disneyland. Be warned -- I enjoy babbling (but you knew that already).

Day One: Began the drive to Disneyland. We stopped at a Target parking lot in Medford at about closing time to fix and eat sandwiches. It was (apparently) a teen-age hangout, because we interrupted some teens making out in their car, and there was a goodly amount of activity there for that time of night. This entire incident was fairly amusing to us.

Day Two: Arrived at noon (or thereabouts) in Orange County. Crashed in hotel until...

Day Three: Spent day at Disney's California Adventure until the park closed, then we hustled off to Disneyland. Bree and I discovered a wonderfully fun ride in Disney's California Adventure that shoots its passengers 180 feet into the air in about three and a half seconds. Weee! The ride has a name, but we decided we didn't much like that name, so we consistently referred to it as the |^ swoosh --> boom |^ swish (it looks cooler with hand gestures). We took a little test to find out which Disney characters we most resemble. My favorite "character most like me" was the Evil Queen from Snow White. Bree's was Nala from the Lion King. This was also the day when I found out the answer to one of my questions -- namely, 'how much does Disneyland food suck'? The answer: a lot. And it's quite spendy, too.

Day Four: We visisted Knott's Berry Farm. This proved to be a very bad idea. We left early.

Day Five: Dorian and I gambled on another Knott's theme park -- "Soak City" -- while Bree and her mum played it safe and stayed away. Instead, they went shopping in Downtown Disney, the new shopping area that was built last year next to Disney's California Adventure and Disneyland. Dorian and I had a lot of fun at Soak City, since the lines were short and the rides were enjoyable, although there wasn't much to do... except, of course, earn a sunburn.

Day Six: Our first full day at Disneyland. Dorian and I were lobster-colored and in pain. The Indiana Jones ride was great solace, however. We also did things like the Haunted Mansion, Splash Mountain, and Pirates of the Carribean. I think we rode the Matterhorn and Autopia on this day. I let Bree drive our "car" at Autopia. It made for a fun ride. :) I got a headache in the evening; it dampened the fun.

Day Seven: More Disneyland. Lots of rides... This was probably the first day we watched "Fantasmic," though I'm not terribly sure. Fantasmic is a really cool hydro- and pyro-technic show that they play at night; it's one of Bree's favorite things to see at the park, and I thoroughly enjoyed it as well.

Day Eight: Star Tours! Bwahahahahaha! I enjoyed that part emmensely, and especially the Star Wars shop that is associated with the ride. Space Mountain was also fun, but very jerky and rickity. The headrests were metal, and unpleasant to find in contact with one's head (as happened frequently and unexpectantly during the ride).

Day Nine: More Disneyland and Disney's California. The attendents on the Swoosh... Boom... Swish ride began to recognize us.

Day Ten: Last day. Lots of the Jungle Cruise ride, and Indiana Jones, and having our pictures taken with the characters. The Evil Queen from Snow White kicks serious butt, by the way. We ended the day by watching another showing of Fantasmic, which proved to be a positive way to end it.

Day Eleven: Began trip back to Portland.

Day Twelve: Arrived back in Portland with the extreme urge to watch many Disney movies. I still have a blistered, peeling mess of a sunburn on my shoulders--but, on the plus side, it doesn't hurt anymore, and it provides something fun to do when I'm bored (picking at the skin, as gross as that is...).

I warned you it was a babble. Well, if you managed to read all that without skimming, you must be more bored than you have any right to be. :-P

Overall score of the trip: 7 out of 10.

My 18th birthday occured during the trip. It was a bit of a bummer day. I might have preferred to spend my 18th doing other things--more Sajely things than the commercialism and insidious, childish ultra-happiness of Disneyland--but on the whole the trip was enjoyable.

:: Breech ::
:: 10:14 p.m. ::
:: Sunday, June 23, 2002 ::

My mom had a free morning today, so she decided not to get dressed until after noon. She was lounging around in her room, reading a book in the sunlight. She likes days like that.

I visited, and I talked to her, as I often do when I also have a free morning. Today, I ran my fingers through her hair and decided to braid it. She has more gray in it now; she's aging. It's strange to think of her becoming old--I always thought of her as older than I, but never old--and, eventually, dying. Odd to think that it's the "natural order of things" that she should die before I do.

I don't think about death much in my everyday life. I don't think many teenagers do. Perhaps some of the darker aspects of my personality means that I ponder it a little more than most; perhaps not. We're all so used to talking about things that are "acceptable subject matter" that we have no way to gauge how much we think about more private things. Maybe everyone else on the planet thinks about death constantly, or not at all. Maybe the rest of the world has a sexual obsession with puppies--I don't know.

But I do know that my mother thinks about death every day. It's her job. The thought has occurred to me before, but my mother is a master of emotional compartmentalization; so much so that I hardly know anything about the job she's had since long before I was born. She's so smooth at changing the subject or glossing over it, when I ask about her day.

She must think about it, though. Her patients are all dying; she's always dealing with families of the dying and the way people want (and don't want) to die. I wonder, sometimes, what that does to a person. What it's done to my mom.

If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree or the wings of a vulture - that is immortality enough for me. And as much as anyone deserves.
--Edward Abbey

:: Bitca ::
:: 03:08 a.m. ::
:: Sunday, June 23, 2002 ::

For those of you who might care, I am sorry that I have not been fulfilling my blogly duties to you. Unfortunately, I am being life's bitch at the moment, rather than the other way around, and blog takes a rather low precedence in my list of priorities.

Blah. I strongly dislike excuses, but I'm always making them. Even though it is true, I think the excuse in the above paragraph may not be the top reason why I haven't updated. That reason is hanging around somewhere, but it's refusing to make itself apparent.

In any case, many things have happened in the last month, of course. I graduated, I finished all IB tests, I went the all-night senior party, Katherine visited, I had my 18th birthday, I forecasted for college, and I visited Disneyland. So many other things, too, but I don't need to bore people.

Which, I guess, may be the top reason I haven't been updating this blog. I don't really seem to derive any personal pleasure from it any more... I have found other, less public venues for ranting. And, well, it seems unlikely to me that anyone actually *wants* to read my longwinded, infrequent, Sajely babbles about pretty much nothing.

Welcome to blog self-pity land, ladies and gents. Population: Saje.

Grr. Well, as I wrangle my personal issues in the wee hours of the morning, I'd like to wish the Benly One a happy trip to Purdue. There should be a full Disneyland report in this blog by the time you return.

*hears laughter from the 'Net at large*

Hey! It could happen.

when pigs fly and saje gets off her ass...would you like to buy the broadway bridge; i'll give you a great deal on it

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