Virus Scans and Poofy Hair

Hello once again, Crimson Angels.

I noticed a strange pop-up on my dear laptop (affectionately called the Lappy after the Strong Bad email series on homestarruner.com) notifying me of a worm on my computer. Turned out, after doing a virus scan, that the pop-up was a trojan itself! Yikes. I hope the scan took care of it, but if not, it shouldn't be that bad to fix it. (Wish me luck on that one.)

Now, while it's cold here in Carbondale, it's rather warm in my residence hall. So warm, that my hair has reached a rather poofy level. I'm talking borderline Carrot Top... only my hair's a different color. So it's being pulled back in a ponytail, as it usually is anyway.

The cake is a lie. (From Portal. Look it up.)

On a more serious note, some people may like to spend all their time alone. I am not one of those people. Shadow is not only my boyfriend, but my best friend. As far as other friends.... well... the best friends I had were back in High School, and I never hear from them anymore. I have online friends, but I never really have much physical interation with anyone but co-workers, some acquaintences and Shadow. It kind of sucks.

Ok, it sucks a lot.

Regardless, maybe some of you out there are reading this, and I can only offer you the one thing a lot of people don't seem to want: my friendship.

- Hoshi

Anyone up for some Philosophy?

Dearest Crimson Angels,

Now that you've met me, I feel like I can go deeper into your collective consciousness. Let's try some philosophical banter, shall we?

Here's a topic: We all know that parents are supposed to be the ones who encourage us. So why is it that when they bring us down (some intentionally, other not so), it hurts so much more?

For instance, I have a friend (well, many friends) who were told that they could not be anything or do anything they so desired. They never felt comfortable with who they are because their parents didn't like who they were (are) becoming. Personally, I feel that this is the source of most rebellion.

As humans, we just want to be loved for who we are. Sadly, parents sometimes feel that their children are a bad representation of themselves to society.

So I ask: What do you think, Angels?

- Hoshi

The first, and hopefully not the last.

To all the Crimson Angels who may be viewing:

Welcome to the latest incarnation of my writing experience. I'm still slightly undecided where to take this. I figure, it could either be the extension of my print journal, or possibly a whole new social commentary-type blog. Where ever it may go, thank you for being here.

I guess I should introduce myself. The name's Mallory, but people call me Hoshi. You can call me which ever name you like. My interests are as random as who I am. The include, but are not limited to the following:

Penguins.
Video Games.
Knowledge.
Anything Japanese.
Role-playing (not the sexual kind)
Cosplay (similar, but not quite roleplay)
Food.
Cooking.
Writing.
Music.
Television.
Interior Design.
The color red.
Buddhism.
Living a 'greener' life.
Poetry.

There may be more, and I'll add to the list as I see fit.

A little more about me: I'm a Christian Buddhist who is dating a wonderful man whom we'll call Shadow. And as soon as I think of something better to say, I'll say it.

Until then, Crimson Angels, dream sweet dreams of blood and words.

- Hoshi