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11:14pm 12/04/2003
 
mood: silly
Although this place is so very different from my home, it does not make it bad... In fact, I could get to like living here. I imagine Brother is going to have to fly over here and drag my screaming carcass away.

I think it's because everyone here is so friendly and-well, I'm very tired and can't think of the word I want, but nobody is nearly as serious as they are back home. Yesterday Flatmate and her newest boyfriend replaced Commander Zero's shampoo (shampoo, conditioner, what's the difference?) with purple hair dye, as revenge for a rather insulting lecture.

...

Although I like Commander Zero, I have to say it was hilarious.		  
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frightening prospects   
02:43pm 08/04/2003
 
mood: contemplative
I'm quite alive. ;)

Well, sort of, that is-I think the real purpose of this school is to kill off half the Reploid population with the work load. I have more homework than I have time to do it, and as of yet I'm still unable to determine why exactly a spotter has to take Research classes...

I'm turning American; how frightening! Well, I suppose living off fast food and staying awake until the wee hours of the morning does that to you. I've still not lost my accent and everyone else still sounds strange to me, of which I'm glad-it would feel so odd to go back home and think everyone was talking oddly!

I'm a little sad that the year is going by so quickly. We're all freshmen, which means that we'll all be here for two to four more years, but it makes me sad knowing that soon we'll all have graduated and be shipped off to start working. I'm also a little scared-no one knows exactly where they'll be sent after graduation, or even if they'll get a job at all. My professors say I'm a good student, but I'm still frightened by the prospect of failing...

Well, thinking about it does no good. It's spring break; we've a week off entirely to ourselves, so I'm going to make the best of it and go shopping with Flatmate. We're searching for bathing suits today, because we plan on going to the local pool this week and often during the summer... I'm just afraid all of the shops will carry only two-pieces. Call me modest, I suppose...

Well, ta-ta.		  
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I'm a total moocher   
07:12pm 29/08/2002
 
music: The White Stripes
I've not updated for quite a while. I'm a bad journalist. ...that's not the word I'm looking for.

Oh, I learned a new word: LOL It means "laughing out loud" or something. There are variants: LMAO ROTF ROFL et cetera. I'm not sure if I'm liking this slang or "leet" thing.

And when you want to do something, you put brackets or asterisks around it. *smiles* It looks... cheesy.

I'm also not sure if I'm liking the... I don't know the word for it, racism? Country-ism? I hear a lot of people making fun of "bloody British wankers" and "Aussies," and--well, you know, I'm sort of British, so I'm just a tad bit irritated by that.

And the bloody American wankers finally got my account set up on the school servers, which means free broadband Internet! w00t w00t (is that right? I'm pathetic, I know.)

So with my new Internet connection, what's the first thing I did? Download illegal MP3's... Shh, no one has to know.

I'm attempting a college for Research and Intelligence when I can't even master the nuances of Internet lingo and struggle with "emoticons"... It's a good thing I'm a Reploid and can be programmed, else I'd be doomed. Doomed! Doomed!

I could get to like this journal thing.		  
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Oh, thank Heaven...   
10:43pm 16/08/2002
 
mood: full
... I went into my first 7-11 today.

Consequently, I also had my first "corndog" and "slurpee" today.

I do believe this is what I'll be living on for the next four years or so. Decent prices, convenient, loaded with calories, sugar, and caffeine.

So, um, yes, I did buy about five pounds of sweets. Couldn't help myself. It's not like I'm going to eat them all at this moment; I imagine I'll be eating them for the rest of the week or more. Although it must have been frighteningly easy to distinguish us as college students; "Oh, look, they're buying about a month's supply of food, must be college students." Well, I only bought the sweets, the corndog, and the Slurpee thing. Didn't like the Slurpee, and I want the five minutes I spent eating the corndog back. Good candy, though.

Oh, and I did go to registration today. It was... well.

We got there at about 2.30 PM, waited in a line for a few hours, first of all. I think I got hit on by a total of seventeen men, several of which looked like they should be retired, not entering college. Flatmate ran off to go to the bathroom when we were excrutiantingly close to the end, and as she didn't come out for a full ten minutes (I standing there, looking like a fool), I had to leave the line and go drag her out. Turns out she'd gotten her zipper stuck on the very bottom of the zipper on her pants. So we had to wait in line for a few more hours... However, by this time, there were less people. So although it was a terribly long wait, it wasn't as long as it could have been.

Filled out some forms, returned more forms, sold our eternal souls to Satan, et cetera. They gave out temporary ID badges, schedules, and textbooks. I carried Flatmate's books for her-she's going into Research exclusively, so she had roughly a billion more than I did-since her arms were getting tired. I imagine I looked extremely silly, following her with a giant stack of books, peeking over the edge to see where I was going... Eventually, some men came over and carried them for me, which was nice, although I really didn't need the help. Flatmate started flirting with them, and I guess she hit it off with one of them, because they have a date tomorrow night.

Hmm. Yes, that's my day, pretty much. Flatmate went out after registration, so I basically hung around in my underwear and read some Shakespeare. Mmm. Hamlet.		  
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afuro ga ichiban   
08:28am 13/08/2002
 
mood: nervous
Haven't had it for a day and I've got three stalkers. Should I be frightened?

Registration is this Friday... I keep getting this feeling like a stone in my gullet, just thinking about it. Am I nervous? Why? I know I'm going to get in, well, I think I know... I got my schedule and everything... (why do I have to take Research classes if I'm going to be a spotter? There is no God!)

I'm not a pessimist, but I guess this is just so important that it makes me nervous. What if something goes wrong? What if my papers are wrong? This is the best (well, the only) training school in the world; if I'm not accepted here, I'm probably going to have to go back home and wait for them to build another one, which would be Not Good.

...Everyone here is blonde. I feel so out of place. All the instructors are blonde, all the Maverick Hunters are blonde (or else they have some outrageous hair color like lavender or what have you) and if they aren't blonde they're bald.

My flatmate and I were talking last night. We think Megaman X is bald. Either that or he has what she calls Bishounen Hair(TM).

I don't think I mentioned her. She's from Japan... she's blonde, but she's human, so I guess it doesn't really count. I didn't know they were breeding blondes in Japan. She's pretty nice, speaks Japanese (she only refers to it as Nipponjin...) and American. I speak English and American.

Yes, we like making fun of the silly little Americans. At least, while they aren't listening. Neither of us are warriors, if you get my drift.

By the by, those silly icons of mine--the "happy" one is my graduate uniform, from what I gather. I don't get to wear my hat, and that makes me sad.

I have nothing against blondes, you know, except that I feel outnumbered. What if there's some sort of invasion?

...cute little mood icons. I miss my kitty. Cute little white kitten; I had to leave her at home with a friend. Her name is Kittles. She's my baby.		  
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first post, yay   
09:14pm 12/08/2002
  ...I'd say something along the lines of "Testing, testing, 123!" but it's been overdone.

Easily amused, check...

I guess some introductions are in order, yes? My name is Iris, and I'm in a perfect state of mental health. I'm a freshman at the Maverick Hunter Research and Intelligence Department Training School in Oregon, United States of America. That's a fancy way of saying I'm a robotic college student. I was "born" in Japan but grew up in England with my older brother, Colonel. Something of a silly name, yes, but I don't suppose it's any better than some ninny messenger-girl running around sprouting rainbows and flowers, so hey!

No, I'm not really cynical, just a tiny bit sarcastic. I love life, I really do, but I'm a comedian at heart. Sue me, I like laughing; I like making other people laugh. And I like abusing semicolons; hahahaha!

I like hippie music and potted plants, shrubbery (especially with little white flowers on top) world peace, toe socks, smashing bottles of Calvin Klein perfume (and picking up the pieces to grind into dust and burn--I mean, it would be terrible if someone happened to step on some glass pieces, so...) and onion rings, except the onion part because that's yucky.

I'm fine, thank you, how are you?		  
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