Hibari Skylark welcomes you. She is a 17 year old nearing the end of her highschool sentence, and her hobbies mainly consist of drawing and writing things, then shrieking at people halfway across the country to come look at them quick before the novelty wears off.
She has not battled all of nature, but looks back with nostalgia on days where she used to duel people with sticks.

Presenting, "Frail, Crazed World", version one! Designed in photoshop 7, and hand-coded by Sumi-chan. The title, and all sub-titles, are taken directly from english translated statements made by the layout's featured character; Professor Desty Nova from the manga Battle Angel Alita by Yukito Kishiro. Fonts used are Letter Gothic MT, Eccentric and Courier New.

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Wednesday, June 2, 2004

...So maybe I owe this site an update.

At lot has happened since my last check-in, Era II of Senior Year, the Returning from Winter Vacation. Things happened. I finished the first chapter of the manga. It sold. It sold real good. I made 15 dollars, and that was after a 50-50 split. Then I ran out of copies and the thrill faded. But damn. Never thought I'd make something so damned decent. That's a friggin' life goal winkin' at me....from behind. Chilling.
But not like I'm done. Two chapters need inking, and one chapter needs inking AND to be planned fully and put down on paper. But since I literally can't finish the second issue by the end of high school, I'm not sweating over it or anything.
My senior board presentation was successfully carried out. I got worse jitters than I've ever had speaking for an audience before, but I guess that was due to the gravity of the moment and the proximity of the listeners. They were starin' right at me, and I've always employed the "Look over their foreheads" technique of addressing a crowd. But as far as memorizing the information and having things in mind to say, it was a big success. And my components, books of hand-drawn computer-cleaned pictures and wonderful info, were fantabulous, even if they mysteriously didn't get fantabulous grades. What the HFIL ever!
So here I am at the end of the school year. I'm enrolled in college and signed up for classes. William and Mary was a no-go. It's off to GMU for Hibari, where she can't learn languages right off, but will be learning HTML and....journalism, oddly enough.
Basically....almost no more school ahead. So what is Hibari's biggest enemy right now? The open road. I have a job, but it has failed to oppress me so far. The real threat at the moment is my inner resistance to getting legitimate automation. Hooow I hate to drive.

she kept looking for the ultimate answer @ 09:45 p.m.

Sunday, January 4, 2004

Hello, Vacation. And goodbye.

Lordy lordy, I've gone long without an update. A new crop of auditions has come and gone, and this time around I have a nice-sized part, and can't complain. It's a Hamlet parody, and I'm Gertrude. Not bad. I think I'm bugging my fellow actors by using a stupid "voice" for the part, but I'm too giddy to be back to active drama-participation to really worry about whether or not I'm being irritating.
Christmas arrived, and with it, a Dance Dance Revolution game. No electric guitar passed into my posession, and I started ignoring Ramona. (Ramona is the acoustic guitar I already have.) I'm not sure how much of this new delinquence is related to my sulking and how much is just because I was dragged somewhere and made to do something for at least half of the day every day this week, but the lazy spoiled brat factor could definitely be contributing.
I did nothing towards my senior boards project, really, even though I was planning on finishing my research, but I did get my application done for W&M...
I dunno. I wasn't a good girl over break. I slept, whined, and hoped for shit. But school's back to kick my ass, so I guess it's all okay.

she kept looking for the ultimate answer @ 10:02 p.m.

Saturday, November 22, 2003

Welcome back, Hibari.

I come to you from two days after seeing the school play. It was fabulous. The chick in the part I wanted was pretty much perfect. Stronger, faster, better than I would have been.

So I guess the theme for me lately is to be the sort of person who would be okay with that. I'm writing. I'm drawing. I'm being very nearly responsible about the piece I want to use for Forensics. But not quite.

Anyway, let's not dwell on that. I've had a fabulous few weeks. I did not go to Nekocon this year, instead I stayed home and greeted the winter, spending about an hour outside watching the eclipse. I had always heard that something special happens when an eclipse is at the mid-point, that the moon gets an aura or something that peeks out from the edges. It may have happened, but a huge cloud rolled over the moon and obscured it while I was watching. The effect that this had on the looks of things was actually far more entertaining than if the moon had sprouted a ring. The light started bubbling around crazy and fast. I thought it was supposed to happen, and was very impressed.

I'm not sure if nature let me down, in that respect. The cloud was nature too. But why are misconceptions cooler than reality half the time?

Pseudoprofundity is not what I need tonight.

After that, I went inside and got drunk. Really. Maybe. I'd been going on with speeches a few days before about how an important point in my life would be learning for the first time what sort of drunk I would be, so my mother, being a very original person, decided to give me a banana daquiri and help me find out.

I'm still not sure if I did get drunk, I just know I was dizzy and very sure it would snow that night. It didn't, but the snow feeling was there.

If I got drunk, I think I'm a happy drunk!

...Why was I greeting the winter in early November, anyway?

The next week I visited William & Mary. It seduced me. I don't even like their class programs, but I want to go there. It looks cozy, majestic and powerful. It actually calls to mind the shitty phrase, "Machine God"...Old and automated, I suppose. I'm not sure why that appeals to me.

Saw Rent the day after. Died of fabulous. A little sad that La Vie Boheme is everything I'm not. Now I'm cleaning, writing, trying to progress on things, and watching deadlines approach.

she kept looking for the ultimate answer @ 10:20 p.m.

Friday, October 17, 2003

Since I took so long to update, I'll add a treat. It's a poem. You like poems, right? 'Course you do. I am a damn bad driver.

Long Command and a Dull Thud

At seventeen I finally made my mark
On this world
It was a dent.
On the corner of two streets
Not impressively far from home
Rests my first statement
Culmination of life through that moment
By Freudian law:
I went very slow but did not stop.

I did not mean to kill that icebox, Sir.
It stood so still that I thought
It was part of the scenery
Immovable from its surroundings

I approached with caution,
But approaching is something
That must have its beginning
And have its end
Or that thing you were so careful with
Will end up under your tires.

she kept looking for the ultimate answer @ 10:18 p.m.

Friday, October 17, 2003

I have this new abundance of so-called Free Time.

That's because I didn't make it into the fall play. I really expected to. I've been in everything I've tried out for up until that one, and I've proven more than once that I put rehearsals before other priorities, not to mention achieving a rank in the drama club and all of that sort of stuff. Not Making It In was a joke I tacked onto all my references to the free time I expected not to have this October, just in case I, you know, didn't.

Like I said, I didn't. The situation is a little bit ugly. The play is kinda sorta falling apart due to the cast members' resentment and the director's exhasperation at the One Huge Female Part and the inexperienced, flakey girl he got to play it. I will admit I have envisioned (and vocalized) the scenario of the director begging me to take over for her as the play reels toward disaster, while I disdainfully inform him that I have, regretfully, made other plans.

Except, uh, I haven't. Where are the clubs I sobbed over being too busy to participate in because of the play? Where is forensics? Where is OM? Where is debate? ...I think having an early out is causing me to miss some announcements.

Of course, I still somehow have my hands full. I'm up late just about every night doing this essay or that reading assignment, and with pop quizzes on material in math that I don't have a prayer of understanding, the afternoon hours I waste on video games seem utterly necessary for the preservation of my healthy-happy outlook on life.

I took the SATs, and now I have a college in my heart. I want to impress the world and go to William and Mary, learn four languages and become a politician-cartoonist-director-actor-astronaut-mermaid, so long as it isn't necessary to do math homework or study in Spanish class to achieve this. I am standing on a small stool yelling at the moon to come down to me because I'm too lazy to make a grab at it.

But anyway.

she kept looking for the ultimate answer @ 10:14 p.m.

Sunday, September 28, 2003

Good and bad and good and bad and HURRICANE.

Life's been a bit strange lately. It isn't a bad kind of strange, really. About five years ago on Christmas Eve, we had a gigantimous ice storm that knocked out power for five days or more, killing the last half of winter break daid. As a result of that awful ordeal, my family bought a generator, expecting to survive any followup disasters in style.

Flooding sucks.

I was very skeptical about Isabel last Thursday mornin'. The weather lady said it was going to spank us, but would it really blow over buildings and give me the extended time off of school that I yearned for not-so-deep inside my lazy heart? As a friend once said, there's a sort of a "bubble" over our little area that disasters bounce off of. It won't snow, it won't rain, it won't tornado, and it won't thunder.

So, like, I'm genuinely expecting drizzle. My mother and I reacted appropriately, parkin' in front of a DVD, and began guzzling down age-appropriate beverages. My dad tromped around the yard attending to whatever house security issues we were ignoring. Around 2:30 or something, I noticed that the road was under water. This was pretty impressive. It was something to look up from the movie once or twice to gawk at. Eventually the water ran up into the yard, and so it was something to get up from the movie, go over to the glass door and gawk at. Then it became a Creeping Swiftly Up The Porch Steps After My Dad Has Been Missing For 15 Minutes kind of a situation.

I freaked out, but I freaked out alone, since my mom was a little drunk.

My dad reappeared, announcing, "IT'S TIME TO GO," And mah drizzly unimpressive little holiday turned into....packing a single outfit, and rushing out the door collectively holding stereo, dog, and small suitcase-bags up over the waist-deep water that made up the lake between us and the car, with almost total certainty that the house and much of the crap in it would soon be trashed.

Then there was a crazy drive through fallen trees and rain with an opressive clicky noise from the soaked radio we busted along the way, a long stay in a dark house listening to the hurricane refuse to end well on into 1AM, the discovery that a tree limb had bashed the car during the night, leaving it drivable, but missing a window...

And of course, the return home to find that water never touched the inside of the house, and the disaster bubble had exerted its influence, after all.

Thanks, disaster bubble!

I liked the power outage break. I know it's wrong. Attending to shit like drawing manga and practicing guitar and not having to worry about schoolwork or electronic addictions is fantabulous. It's been over for a few days now, but I'm trying to keep the productivity theme alive. Hour long practice sessions and at least half a page a day. Not so hot on doing the homework.

Wish the cable wasn't flooded. I just want two channels besides NBC, but I want them BAAAD.

she kept looking for the ultimate answer @ 02:52 a.m.

Saturday, September 13, 2003

Hibari? Who's that?

School has hit. It's not that I'm busy, really. I've just been so preoccupied with cramming Any Given Quantity of Homework into the final hour of my night that even the hours PRECEEDING that hour are spent in a frenzied attempt not to think of the work ahead, much less attend to other responsibilities, like telling a textbox about my day.

After some gymnastics (And a sort of a Harrison-Burgeron-esque marathon up and down the hallway weighted down by a thousand pound backpack in heels) my daily schedule seems to have been solidified. Hmm. Just about every practical, necessary change I made to it put me in a class with Emily. Funny that.

When I'm not too tired to be coherent, school this year is so far really a blast. I have an early out on B Days, and really except for third period on both days, I fucking love all my classes. Government and Civil War especially, which have the same enthusiastic teacher who makes creative lessons and is actually so entertaining that I don't mind sitting in his room for a solid three hours every other day, even though the second hour and a half of which puts me in uncomfortably close proximity to a classmate who I do not...shall we say, like. This enjoyment of the class may backfire on me horribly, though, my theater teacher of two years at first seemed likeable and then turned out to be an utter PSYCHOPATH.

Still, it's good stuff. Emily and I made a demo of the manga we're doing, and people seem to be geniunely willing to give us three bucks for full issues. Life is sweet.

she kept looking for the ultimate answer @ 07:29 p.m.

Saturday, August 30, 2003

I was mocked by a fortune cookie today.

It told me a "change in environment" was about to make a big difference in my life. Well, hell yes, fortune cookie. But you didn't have to remind me!

So school is coming. I got my schedule, which naturally contained a huge, shocking injustice that could saddle me with another year under the tyranny of the most immaturest, dumbassiest teacher ever to intrude upon my innocent, pleasant-drama-class-experience-wanting life. Otherwise it foreshadows an english class containing all the people I was hoping to avoid this year gathered together into the one class that is traditionally MAH TERRITORY, which ought to be very interesting, if not catastrophic.

I like to exaggerate social shit.

Senior pictures and open house have also occured. I thought senior pictures were going to be traumatic, but they weren't. They still....might turn out to be, as I haven't -SEEN- them yet, but Emily was present, and would have told me if I was making stupid faces. I hope. If I did make stupid faces, I at least had some fun making them.

Open house was exactly what open house always is. Shouting cheerful greetings at people and waiting in long lines to discover that the teacher who is speaking to people endlessly while I wait my turn does not, in fact, have anything to say to me.

But I'm optimistic. This may be crappy optimism, but I'm optimistic. Still totally jazzed about the coming year, in ways I can't quite explain.

she kept looking for the ultimate answer @ 10:25 p.m.

Sunday, August 24, 2003

Today was shopping for back-to-school. I was secretly just a little bit jazzed about school starting back up again until about ten minutes ago. Seemed like kind of cool shit, being a senior and all. I was all happy about how I'd be cutting people in line, going to all the special functions at the end of the year, and getting to enjoy all that important stress about colleges and senior projects. Plus there's the mystique. The mystique is important. Seniors are spiffy because they're in a constant state of about to dissappear off into the big world. O_O

All of that may happen, but I still have a hell of a hurdle to get over before I can "enjoy" it. I saved a summer reading book---and half of another summer reading book--for the very last week of the break, and upon cracking the new one open that I bought today, realized it's over 400 pages long. And, according to the book jacket, has primary plot elements like "Tension."

I am so scared. But I should have figured.

Today really wasn't about that, though. Today was about clothing. Not only was today being about clothing precisely as shallow as it sounds, but it actually ate away at my brain. I just finished up with rambling uselessly on the phone to my friend Emily. My communication skills are presently eroded to near-nonexistance. I must have scared her shitless.

Well. I don't think it's good to be helplessly image concious, but I've been inspired by Velvet Goldmine and Paradise Kiss to dress interestingly just for the fuck of it. Still, I'd like to be able to form a coherent sentence afterwords.

Probably just sleep deprivation.

she kept looking for the ultimate answer @ 09:48 p.m.

Saturday, August 23, 2003

Well, here I am at my little Desty Nova blog, provided to me graciously by my friend Sumi, and still so new and fresh that I'm forced to compare it to a donut or something just to get the hokey metaphor urges I'm having about all the blank space I get to fill out of my system.

I like Desty Nova. Performing grotesque human experimentation because of disliking the fact that time exists is cool in my book. This space, which is full of him and slices of things he's said, may eventually also be full of BS about how I've spent my time and what I think about shit. If it never is, and I just forget I own it in a month, I apologize in advance to Sumi, who took the trouble to make it, and anyone else who may take the trouble to come see it. At least you got to read the Desty speech.

May all your happy bubble moments last forever.

she kept looking for the ultimate answer @ 09:14 p.m.