finals are over! christmas vacation! a whole month off!! huzzah!! and a new car to boot.

so much has happened in a week, that it's kind of hard to recap it all. especially since i'm lazy. but charles and i did venture to los angeles twice in the past week, once around midnight to go to CANTER'S (the keenest jewish deli around, where matzo ball soup and lox were heartily enjoyed) and another time to spend the ENTIRE day up there visiting little tokyo, westwood, and gina's house. wowza! oh what fun it is.

speaking of fun, i still love driving. one might think that having their car being hit by a bus may intimidate them when getting back behind the wheel, but not me! no siree.

pool is a lovely game, and so is backgammon. i have a feeling i'll be indugling in both quite a bit over the next month. between that and whoring myself out for a disneyland pass, i should be quite busy!

merry christmas! i'll write more when i'm not hungry.

for years people have been telling me that i remind them of enid and that i would really love the movie ghost world.

well, they were completely right.

homework/finals = absolute misery

ErinZ (12:03:45 AM): i think i found my true calling in life
Neal (12:04:49 AM): whats that
ErinZ (12:04:58 AM): i want to be a detective
Neal (12:05:10 AM): sweet
ErinZ (12:05:21 AM): i think that would be so wicked awesome
ErinZ (12:05:32 AM): i should go buy one of those junior detective kits
Neal (12:05:34 AM): like with a khaki trenchcoat magnifying glass and deer hat?
ErinZ (12:05:42 AM): shit yeah
Neal (12:07:12 AM): you would be an awsome detective
ErinZ (12:07:22 AM): oh my god it would rule
Neal (12:07:23 AM): or sky captin
Neal (12:07:34 AM): or sky captain detective
Neal (12:07:39 AM): woah
ErinZ (12:07:40 AM): i should be a sky captain pirate train robbing detective
Neal (12:07:44 AM): YES
Neal (12:07:52 AM): perfect

i can just see it now... being called up to solve a murder. showing up at the scene of the crime. dusting for fingerprints. putting clues in plastic baggies. hiding in people's bushes. making sophisticated ponderous facial expressions while i contemplate.

screw art school and perspective homework.

Neal (12:05:57 AM): jimmy kudo style
ErinZ (12:06:13 AM): shit yessssss
Neal (12:06:29 AM): hes hot for a litle cartoon boy
Neal (12:07:00 AM): its his deep thinking voice

thank you again neal, for being the number one cool person of the day

coconut cream pie on a rainy tuesday evening. a pleasant moment in the midst of finals madness.

happy hanukah to all you jew-daddies out there. i got a wicked awesome black leather jacket, which will come in handy whilst walking down the streets of LA, knocking people out with a powerful glance and/or my awesome knee-high boots.

today at school hanukah came up and i mentioned my family's impending celebration. a friend of mine, astonished, cried, "you're JEWISH!? no wonder you're so funny!!" for some reason that statement made me really happy. technically i'm fully jewish, but i was raised half jewish half catholic. is it bad that, because of that statement, i feel like being jewish by default is the coolest thing ever?
the queer eye for the straight guy christmas special was too adorable for my brain. gay men and children are a hilarious combo.

project runway is boring, at least when it's playing in the background and i'm not really paying any attention to it.

"world peace and a boyfriend, is that too much to ask?"

coconut cream pie tastes like a vague memory.

myspace is being a bastard so i'll just write something here.

had an unholy amazing weekend. went to los angeles with the ever-wonderful mr. blake and took a little journey over to jay and silent bob's secret stash. and who was working behind the counter of the shop? jason mewes (aka JAY) himself. we were like giddy nerds in happy geek land.

that night, i went to a club with my friend g and her daughter zoe, and we saw some big-time celebs like tom arnold and david spade. woO! rockstar and champaign is delightful.

i am so fucking lazy i don't even feel like writing in this journal lately. what's wrong with me? i was doing such a good job.

i need to get my hands on some more astronaut food. so far, the only places i know that sells the stuff is science museums. i just know that i need some, and fast. i polished off my last ration of freeze-dried cinnamon apples while taping the last episode of the venture bros.

homework, fatigue, insanity... what else is new.

things that need to be released on dvd: eek! the cat/incredible thunder lizards, animaniacs, pinky and the brain, freakazoid

basically anything that was on saturdays mornings when i was a kid.

i met the boy of my dreams last night. sadly, that's exactly what he was: a boy in a dream i had. i guess his name was ed, and he was really wicked cool. in the dream i remember saying that he "changed his look a lot" because i would see him all the time at the spectrum. this time i saw him and decided to say something to him. he was an amazing artist, dressed very funky, smelled good, and even asked if he could take me to dinner sometime. i was so thrilled it was ridiculous.

then i woke up.

sigh.

haven't updated in a WEEK!!! and someone actually scolded me for it!!

here's the news, kids!!

1) THANKSGIVING IS STILL THE BEST HOLIDAY EVER. shut up if you disagree. i don't want to hear it.

2) HAIRCUT.





posterization is so cool!

3) THE SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS MOVIE IS THE FUNNIEST MOVIE EVER MADE

i don't care how much you hate the show or think it's for stupid babies who are also stupid. i've never laughed so hard in my life during any film. i saw it THREE TIMES and it was NOT THE SLIGHTEST BIT LESS FUNNY. the soundtrack is also deafeningly happy and will make you dance. speaking of dancing...

4) i got a new shirt.





i love how retardedly serious i look in this picture even though you can't see most of my face.

5) I HATE COLOR THEORY SO MUCH but this isn't really news to anyone.

6) i didn't sleep at all last night because every time i closed my eyes i saw paintbrushes with huge globs of paint on them (see previous number)

7) i love starbucks

8) it's fucking freezing out

9) i'm hungry and all i had today was coffee, wheat thins, half a burrito and some meat

now go see the spongebob movie.

insatiable hunger!!

i eat and i eat but i'm still hungry!!! yaarghhh!!!!!! more food!!

i had seriously better do some homework right now before i get into big trouble.

p.s.

britney spears may be going around getting married and acting like a retard, but i really like her gung-ho fuck you attitude about it all. way to go, britney!

i actually UPDATED the website, so check out some of the new stuff up on there, as well as some photographs of ME in the profile section. oddly enough, i just realized that there are no photos of me with glasses up. hrm.

so freaking tired and feeling ill. craving chocolate like never before. raging estrogen, anyone?

chuck jones/eric goldberg workshop/screening/demo this weekend. very exciting stuff when you're a nerd. i'm bummed my saturday workshop is over, though. but you can finally see some shitty photographs of my tonal studies up on my site! *plug plug plug*

TISM is a really funny, wonderful band.

hi hi puffy amiyumi not very good, but then again, i wasn't expecting it to be. i'm still going to watch it, though.

i would eat people alive right now to have the arrested development dvd. jeffrey tambor is the new love of my life. i just saw him last night in an ad for the t-mobile sidekick. i screamed. snoop dogg was in it too, asking all his celeb friends when to put fabric softener in his laundry. i'd hate to say it, but now because of that i really want a sidekick. charles has one and it's amazing. the swivel screen is reason enough to buy ten of them. besides, if i get one wayne newton might message me. now there's something to brag to your friends about.

this week was such a hurdle schoolwork-wise between color wheels and portfolio papers. i'm really stoked about thanksgiving next week, where i get three days off and i don't have to worry about much. maybe i'll even get some real artwork done, since i always realize how much art i don't produce that i WANT to produce whenever i update my website. god, some of these sentences make no sense whatsoever and i know they don't. sorry.

time to hop into the bed.

holy fucking shit, never ever make me write a paper about transcending human nature again.

worst paper i've ever written because i know for a fact that it doesn't make any sense and i'm afraid to turn it in tomorrow. is it even worth my time to try to get three hours of sleep? hell, i'll probably fall dead asleep in about five minutes anyway.

and also, what the fuck. people couldn't be more confusing or nonsensical if they put socks on their ears, walked on their hands, and spoke in pure pig latin. in fact, that would probably make MORE sense than anything else, which means it wouldn't happen. any sense? TIRED HERE, PEOPLE!!

here's this. say something about it if you want. i don't care either way.





blessed bed.

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check out this phone call i got thirty seconds ago:

me: hello?
guy: .... hey.
me: who is this?
guy: ... who is this?
me: this is erin. who are you?
guy: ...this is ricky.
me: um.
guy: are you busy?
me: yeah.
guy: are you sure?
me: i think you have the wrong number.
guy: ... oh. really?
me: yeah.
guy: well, let me just say something, erin... i really wish i could just fuck y--
me: *click*

jesus christ.

i'm actually DOING my perspective homework. what's up with that?

i don't know. i thought i had something to write about in here but apparently, i don't. i just want to go to bed already.

sometimes you sit in front of your computer to do your daily routine of checking online comics and inanely browsing myspace profiles, but the machine just won't have it. it puts its dukes up, wipes its nose, and goes, "you wanna dance, fucker??" but then instead of dancing it just sort of dies, and i have to force-restart it.

hung out with the illustrious charles of game stop managing fame tonight. ate a crapload of food at the japanese market, squealed over all the incredibles merchandise in the disney store, bought a little boy's extra small incredibles t-shirt, got coffee, went to barnes and noble, looked at books of flowers that are supposed to suggest female genitalia, and listened to xm radio all inbetween. very very nice and enjoyable evening, which i still deserve after that god damn color wheel. in fact, i shouldn't have to do a bit of work for the rest of my life. jesus. those sweet pork bun things were damn tasty and i wish i had some now.

we saw something called "bbc tanning" and i wondered if that meant "british tan", which would probably mean that, instead of making you actually tan, it would make you paler. or potentially british. i could go with either or both, honestly.

i'm hungry again!! arrrghhh!! if i had homework i forgot what it was and i'm not going to do it anyway. i'm gonna sleep instead.

the bars are temples but the pearls ain't free...

arrested development is insanely funny. i actually created a blockbuster account just so i could rent the first volume of season 1. i can't pull away from it, which is saying a lot since it's live action and these days, i have wicked a.d.d. when it comes to watching anything that isn't animated.

i've consumed more caffeine in the past two weeks than i think i've ever had in my entire life. multiple red bulls and rock stars and crappy lattés from the machine in the snack room. i thought i was immune to caffeine, but i guess one way or another it keeps me going. plus it's all delicious.

color wheels are so shitty. SO SHITTY. thank god that project is over.

don't you love trying to figure out the stupid little mysteries in life? what's even more fun (and i'm actually being serious about this here) is convincing yourself that the obvious isn't the case at all; instead, there's an underlying scheme to everything that all traces back to how awesome you really are and some people just have no idea how to handle that. hell yes! that got my self esteem mojo working.

out of blue col-erase pencils?? art store, how could you betray me like this?!

i spent all evening watching arrested development, drawing, eating crappy food and generally relaxing. and you know what? i don't feel the slightest bit bad because i deserved it. now all i have to do is wake up early enough tomorrow morning to start and finish my homework that's due for class at one.

life is what is always has been: crazy, frustrating, confusing, and strangely wonderful.

"it walked across my pillow!"

give me one good reason why color theory is worth my time and i will send you a letter of gratitude and a crown that says "king of everything" right across its golden face.

i love neal because he comes over at night to hang out, brings me ice cream, and can't tell me what's wrong with my color wheel since he's colorblind. and then he listens to me ramble to the point where i'm half asleep. a day or two later, rinse and repeat.

this weekend would have been absolutely god awful if it weren't for you, neal. so thanks.

the only people who make my life worth anything anymore are my family, steve, neal, blake, mollie, mary (wherever she is), charles, tim (because he reads so avidly), and... i think that's it. oh, brad bird too. but that's it. everyone else i know can just burn in hell already. i don't care anymore.

grr.

i'm going to bed before i hurt myself.

just got back from the most amazing car adventure ever.

neal and i were bored so we were like, "let's go to the park". then we were like, "let's get food". they we were like, "let's walk downtown and get coffee". then we were like, "let's go to a DIFFERENT park". then we were like, "hey, let's go down this road and see where it takes us".

so we went down the road. ended up in orange. kept driving. we reach norwalk. kept driving until... paramount? driving, driving... wait.... did that say COMPTON!?? yes, it's true. neal and i got lost in compton and i was scared for my life. we stopped at a hampton inn in carson to pee, saw vomit in a del taco parking lot, then eventually found our way back to the 405 only to get stuck in an outrageous traffic jam shortly after an accident. we didn't move for maybe a good half hour so neal got out of the car and danced right there on the freeway. then he improvised a song about life. truly the craziest nonsense ever, and i'm sure i'm missing many of the minor other things that happened.

lance did, indeed, paint with his feet.

i'm exhausted.

night.

i loooove the feeling of freshly shaved legs!! ahhh... smooth.

i'm not even going to pretend like the OC mix cds aren't absolutely fantastic and really well put-together. because they are and you should seek them out right now.

big fat lance-y painting demo tomorrow at school. i'm wicked excited, especially since it is rumored that lance sometimes paints with his feet. i'll surely have a thing or two to say about the experience later.

so much homework this weekend. what the hell?

incredibles viewing count: 3

*SQUEAL*

last night, in a blinding flash of class and sophistication, steve and i sat in a dingy 24-hour mexican restaurant, sipping delicately on an extra-long straw leading into a styrofoam cup containing a club vodka martini from a can. we then drove around costa mesa while i yelled out everything that came into my line of vision. we talked more about life and it was just one of those nights where, even if things are sucky, you're just so goddamn thankful you have at least one friend who will support you no matter what.

ditched color theory today with the intention of sleeping, but that didn't happen. now i'm going to TRY to work more on the color wheel... emphasis on try.

tomorrow is my long school day. perspective, 3-d, and figure drawing. thirteen hours of artistic splendor.

more later, probably.

for some reason i feel nauseous and really depressed. this sucks.

what to do, what to do?

we should all be thankful for the little things in life. like space heaters.

steve just left my house but he should've moved in given how long i was rambling to him about all sorts of things. but he is the good sort of friend and he listened to my ridiculous tales and over-thought opinions.

got my next semester schedule! woo! and it's awesome. i start class late three days a week. mmm... lazy bliss.

i hate calling people up and i especially hate leaving messages where i make myself sound like a grade A queen dumb ass. if whoever i'm calling doesn't call me back within five hours i start to think, "well, there we go. they think i'm a complete doofus now" the idea of whoever i'm calling actually being out of their house or enjoying a social life never crosses my mind. i go ahead and assume the worst. i love talking on the phone but i wish there was a way to call someone and then have the whole process reversed so they were calling me to begin with. or something. everyone, just call me from now on, damnit. i don't want to leave anymore messages that make me lose friends.

so... tired.

ErinZ (7:55:52 PM): i need to grow some balls
Mollie (7:56:27 PM): they sell bouncy balls for 25 cents at the grocery store
ErinZ (7:56:35 PM): i could strap them to my groin
Mollie (7:56:39 PM): all you'd need is some string or crazy glue
ErinZ (7:56:44 PM): lots of them
Mollie (7:57:07 PM): yes! you could be SUPER ERIN OF THE TRIPLE SAC!
ErinZ (7:57:25 PM): all i need to do is spend two dollars and i'll have more balls than anyone
ErinZ (7:57:32 PM): my god, i'd be unstoppable!

i am such a goddamned lazy ass.

i guess i'm not doing color theory homework because i am so not in the mood to mix paint right now. it's okay, nothing is actually due tomorrow anyway.

i sat around and ate chocolate all day. i've just had this horrendous sweet tooth tonight. i was eating chicken and all i could think about was orange sorbet.

toblerone.

i forgot to mention that as i was coming back from the bathroom while seeing the incredibles, i was running through a circular room where all the theater doors were and my foot hit the carpet the wrong way, causing me to plow my face right into the ground. there was a group of people there to see it, and they all laughed it me. i got up, laughed hysterically, and then ran back into the theater as fast as i could. now i have these god awful brush burns on my hands, knees, and stomach (i don't even know how that one happened).

it seems that i can't stop drawing myself ever. people open up my sketchbook and see thousands of little drawings of my head. then i feel retarded but not entirely so, because i am fun to draw and i'm not ashamed to admit it.





sorry if that's way huge.

painting a color wheel for class tomorrow has taken second priority to dancing around my room like an idiot.

i had such a fantastic weekend it was unreal. i saw the incredibles twice, and i'm sure everyone already knows how i feel about that movie so i'm not even going to bother to write JESUS FUCKING CHRIST BEST MOVIE I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE. oop, i just did.

so yeah. best weekend ever in recent memory. spend lots of time with friends and just feeling great about everything. went to the grocery store at four in the morning with neal, then slept in until three in the afternoon today. i can't remember the last time i did anything like that. it was so great.

there is so much to be stoked about in life. i've never felt such inspiration flowing through me before, all derived from the people around me and my environment. god, it's wonderful.

expect my artwork to take a turn for the brad bird-esque over the next couple of weeks. his style is definitely something i want to incorporate more into my own, since i love it so.

i just realized how much i use the word "so". quite a bit, actually. that's so annoying.

"i'm still geeking out about it!"

holy fuckballs, the incredibles hits theaters TODAY.

have you ever been frustrated, confused, but excrutiatingly happy all at one time? that describes my emotions perfectly as of late. you may not know what to do about anything but, at the same time, it's all so wonderful.

i don't know if that makes any sense whatsoever.

someone must've slipped me some sort of drug in something i ate or drank today. i'm in the mood to.... clean.

i hope that today everyone did their duty as an american citizen and voted their asses right off. lord knows i did. woo!

BABY RUTH = BEST CANDYBAR EVER

get ready for a big fat assload of pictures, and i don't care how long it takes for your computer to load them.













i was really hoping all the runs in my cheap little boy's pirate shirt wouldn't be so obvious in the pictures, but i was wrong.

mollie: wait, who else had a halloween birthday? please don't say you, because i would feel like such an ass for not knowing that. and seriously, just let the "big announcement" thing go. i had no idea what i was talking about. i drank half a bottle of alizé, for god's sake.

gwen stefani's new song has a really good beat, i love her voice, but the words are so god awful and it is a song that will have dated in about two weeks. however, there is one lyric that sticks in my mind like a drooly paste-covered toddler:

"take a chance, you stupid ho"

it was as if gwen stefani took me into a private room and lectured me after i was too scared to ask some hot guy i met in a bar for his number. those six words are so blatantly crude and yet so powerful. kudos to you, miss stefani! your song lyrics may be terrible but you've given me a new phrase to live by.

for all of you who didn't understand why the last post was such a big deal... it's because the fantastic mr. fox was like, my absolute favorite book when i was little and i must've read it about one-thousand eight-hundred twenty-two times. serious. i am way excited about seeing that movie, so long as it's actually done well.

another uneventful weekend, but my first weekend of unemployment since last april. sleeping in on a sunday for once was very nice, especially after a night finishing off a bottle of alizé and doing color theory homework with steve.

who the hell knew it was daylight savings? i thought i was going crazy when i kept seeing different times around the house.

halloweens on sundays blow hardcore. i remember back in jersey, the whole town used to reschedule trick-or-treating for a more convenient night lest the holiday fell on a wednesday or something ridiculous like that. even if it rained, halloween was cancelled until the next weekend. i was thinking about that... the organization to pull something like that off is really amazing. but it really just made so much more sense.

i'm hoping to post a lot of pictures up here soon... of my costume, my art, and my latest work from my figure drawing workshop, which is without a doubt some of the best work i've done to date. hooray for learning!

another halloween came and went. they seem to be approaching faster and faster these days.

i'm sure by now everyone is expecting my weekly venture bros comment, so here it is:

what the fuck.

this episode made me cry. not just because of the shocking ending (wouldn't want to ruin it for anyone who hasn't seen it yet) but because it was the last episode of the season, excluding the christmas episode that will undoubtedly air later this year. i really hope to god the show gets picked up for another season. i have theories about the characters and i would love to see how astute i am. please, please please... thirteen more episodes.

please.

and now for some more color theory homework.

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AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i find it astounding that even when i have an essay to write about whether the desire to transcend human nature is part of human nature or not, i still manage to screw around and then pull a halloween costume out of thin air at the last minute. this year's theme: sexy pirate. once again i have found a little boy's costume to wear that eerily fits my body. and for reasons i cannot comprehend, an eyepatch does look somewhat fetching on me. we'll see how it all goes tomorrow when i will probably be the only person to show up to school in costume. and then promptly freeze my ass off for the second halloween in a row.

my feet are so cold!!

huzzah! i can't believe i actually have IDEAS for this essay.

"police? there's a man in a butterfly suit trying to shoot my robot with a laser beam!"

tim: that's amazing. what's the future like? is there dancing?

i'm wearing a furry scarf/shirt, a tank top, a turtleneck, a jacket, a poncho, and gloves. is that enough rain preparation for you??

i only have one class this morning... 2-d. it promises to be nothing short of positively boring.

forgot to mention all the astronaut ice cream i bought. yess! science museums rock.

donk: not even!! it's all about the mexican restaurant next to thunder mountain. blue bayou is like, eighty dollars for half a porkchop!!

what a day, what a day.

but a fantastic day.

woke up early in the morn and ventured (hee) with steve up to bodyworlds. you know, the thing with the dead people who have been perfectly preserved but have all their flesh ripped off (see yesterday's post). it was amazing to say the least. i couldn't, for the life of me, look at the bodies and think for a second that they were once living breathing human beings. it was just impossible. but very cool. the runner with the muscles peeling back from his bones was my personal show-stopper. inbetween and after the exhibit steve and i ran around and played with the random hands-on science displays. a lot of "wow"ing happened.

just as we were about to leave the science museum to do god knows what, lance asked if anyone wanted to go to LACMA (LA county museum of art). our answer: hell yes! off we went, but got really lost in the process, and for some reason we asked a homeless woman pushing a shopping cart filled with empty bottles for directions. in an all-knowing fashion, she told us to go all the way up the street we were on, when in fact our destination was about thirty miles in the opposite direction. we still made it, though, and had plenty of time to spare once we got into the museum. let me tell you, lance is like some sort of magical non-stop wealth of information that spews out facts at an astonishing rate. i spent hours learning and appreciating so many things that i never even would have thought about before. we ate some horrible food in the cafeteria, debated about tattoos in the car, and got stuck in bumper to bumper traffic. and then i had a wicked migraine.

today was so utterly fulfilling on many levels. i learned an incredible amount of information in one day and i didn't even have to miss class to do it. i love the fact that now i can focus on my art and nothing else has to get in the way. i can spend a whole day in multiple museums with a small group of awesome people and feel like i've just won the lottery.

here comes da rain!!

i haven't written in like, two days!! oh my. fear not everybody, i am not dead.

actually, i'm just on my fifteen minute break from my figure drawing class. i love figure drawing so damn much. ahhh... bliss.

fuck grayscales. fuck them right in the ear. i was up until two in the morning mixing an eleven-step grayscale out of paint. i wanted to shoot myself. grrrrrr.

why are disneyland annual passes so expensive, and yet only the most pricey ones allow you to go on saturdays? so retarded. the cheapest one has basically the entire months of july and august blacked out. that's not an annual pass, damnit! that's like... an annual pass minus two. maybe three or four if you count all the other blackout days together. yeah. a two-thirds annual pass, or as i would like to call it, a bullshit pass.

i still want one though.

my figure drawing workshop on saturdays is the best six hours of my week. i wish it was every saturday for the rest of my life.

venture bros was depressing this weekend. the intro was probably the coolest animated bit i've seen in the show thus far, though. i am so freaking sad that the monarch and dr. girlfriend aren't together anymore. if anyone reads this thing even once every few weeks, they know that the couple was my favorite. but then again, everything in that show is my favorite. favorite everything. oh yes.

tomorrow is entire-campus-fieldtrip day. no class. steve and i are off to see bodyworlds, which is basically an exhibit of over two-hundred real human bodies preserved perfectly, only with their flesh torn off and their underneaths showing. i can't wait.

i'll probably write more later. but now, back to class...

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on october 22, 11:45 PM pacific standard time, this was born. the first hand-drawn animated anything i've ever made. my baby. he may not have arms but i couldn't be happier. i cried. steve is the godfather.

happiest day of my life.

everyone wish me luck. i just sketched out my first walk cycle and i have no idea if it will actually work or not. let's scan it and find out...

the latest in my ongoing obsessive madness.

i almost crapped myself last night as i was getting into bed because i found a whole bundle of storyboard art on the website of the guy who does storyboarding for the venture bros. since lately i was thinking of just how brutally i would murder someone to get my hands on character model sheets from the show, i was very excited to see these sketchy and authentic storyboard panels. now i can do nerdy things like count how many heads tall doctor girlfriend is. when i do things like that the people in my class stare at me funny. is it so wrong that i love to draw these characters? don't look at me like that.

and a look at things to come...

as promised! i hate the way the black lines turned out on these. i'm never using pencil for outlining ever again.

my final project looks like twice baked ass on a hot sunday.

i just realized that i think the whole reason why i write in my journal five times more than any person i've ever heard of is because i am a lonely son of a bitch and writing everything out is like having a conversation with myself and anyone who just might be passing by. does that make any sense at all? fucking advil cold and sinus.

more journal writing. i feel really sick.

ever have one of those dreams where you're in love or making out with someone you know? and it'll be completely realistic and then when you wake up the next morning you're like... damn. it was all a dream. and then for the rest of the day you feel sort of like "aww" every time you think about it.

and don't ask me who was in the dream. i don't kiss and tell.

i just ate half a pint of cafe mocha gelato and my final is nowhere near being finished yet. somebody please save me.

i need a hero...

holy crap, looky dat! comments.

i'm not sure how i should go about replying to them, because i don't think there's any sort of notification system to let anyone know that i'm replying to them, since everyone has to post as the menacing "ANONYMOUS". i don't know. i'll reply to some people right here first, you guys tell me what's better.

donk: i knew you would like this comment feature. and thanks for wishing my cold away.

blake: go to hell he shall. and shut up already. you're too cool for words and i can't wait until we get to see dead bodies stripped of their flesh and movies and eat shabu shabu and all other wonderful experiences in life.

tim: i think i can say that you're the only person from australia i've ever had contact with in some shape or form. i have no idea who you are but that's okay because you're wicked awesome for reading my constant spewing of thought. i'm so going to read the crap out of your journal as soon as i can. i'm also really truly sorry that you can't get venture bros or electricity or nice things over there. but you have chocolate milk, right? at least that's something.

how's that?

shoot me. i've been working on my final for the past four hours and it's not even half finished yet.

UNGH. bite me. or don't.

you can now leave me comments right here on the journal, so there's no reason to email me anymore with your commentary. this is much more convenient, although to leave a comment you have to click on the time at the bottom of the entry, and select "post new comment". i'm sure you'll get the hang of it. start leavin' me comments, damnit! i did this for you!

fuck my final is due tomorrow. i am not liking this. today it rained some and i wore two shirts, a jacket, a hat and a scarf. i bundled myself right up. it was my 1UP hat though so it was rockin. it's good to wear in case i, you know, lose a life. i just tap the hat and boop! 1UP!

something slightly less nasty than a nasty cold has manifested in my skull and has taken a particular fondness to my left nostril. now i am groggy and somewhat perturbed. bleh.

okay so wow, there is such a thing as www.scrotalsafetycommission.com. that makes me happier than you would believe. every day i only realize how i love venture bros more and more. and i'm sure the five people who read this know this fact better than anyone because a) every entry i write has something about the awesomeness of venture bros in it and b) the five people who read this thing talk to me on an almost daily basis and now 50% of my conversation topics have something to do with the venture bros.

today i made a page of venture bros fanart. what a surprise. i'm drawing everyone's head because i feel like it. i've never drawn dr. orpheus before today and i must say that he is more fun to draw than a whole barrel of fun things to draw just waiting to be drawn. i drew a shitty brock face for the first time and probably the first decent picture of hank i've ever made. i am proud to say that i can draw dean fairly decently now. also i want to be dr. girlfriend when i grow up. yippee. i'll post all these drawings later for the world to see.

i'm hungry.

high score!

"those were sleeping bags!"

team america was fucking amazing. cheers to trey parker and matt stone for being complete geniuses.

my movie experience may have been a bit more enjoyable were it not for some blundering idiot sitting to my left. he was one of those "I AM GOING TO LAUGH OBNOXIOUSLY AT EVERYTHING AND TALK REALLY LOUD, REITERATING EVERY SINGLE THING THAT IS HAPPENING ONSCREEN THE MOMENT IT HAPPENS". for example. an explosion happens and a bunch of dead puppets are floating in water. the guy says, "OOOKAY, WE GET IT, THEY SUNK!!!" at times, the man even looked over at ME to make a comment regarding the film. i wanted to kill him in the most appropriate manner possible, which would clearly be me recording his assinine comments and raucous laughter, sitting the man alone in a room, and then play his own stupidity back at him at a volume so intense that it would tear the flesh from his body, make his eardrums burst and his brain rupture all at once.

idiots aside, great company for the evening. blake managed to brave traffic and we partook in a fine meal at a very interesting denny's. then it rained like a bitch. and then i went to sleep.

venture brothers is always awesome. what more can i say.

i'm thinking about quitting today.

i have the coolest cowlick in my hair EVER.

america. fuck yeah.

one of my best friends/coolest person in the universe is going steady with like the most gorgeous female specimen i've ever seen in my entire life. this is what i had to say about it

ErinZ (12:51:44 AM): fuck, i'm so happy for you. i just want to watch you guys frolic in a meadow or something.
Brando (12:52:17 AM): (LAUGHS)
Brando (12:52:20 AM): We'd do it, too.

when i talk to someone for almost two hours about how excited i am about my art and animation, i get sort of dizzy and tired. crying a whole lot doesn't help much either.

and why was i crying, you ask? watched farenheit 9/11 tonight. i swear to you i've never cried so much in a movie before. not even in dragonheart. i cried for the innocent iraqis, i cried for the american families. i cried for how unfair it is that our government is what it has become. i'm rushing out to get my voter registration tomorrow since i only have like, one day left to do it.

tomorrow promises to be fun. team america. yoop!

monkeys are so amazingly interesting.

ErinZ (12:28:46 AM): wahoo! i'm so friggin' tired.
Blake (12:29:04 AM): Yeah. Its about bed time for the blake.
ErinZ (12:29:21 AM): damnit. i shouldn't have suggested such a thing.
Blake (12:29:36 AM): ?
ErinZ (12:30:25 AM): sleeping. because i can't do it quite yet and now you're going to tromp off to snoozy land and leave me here writing about my in-depth conversation with an old canvas stand.

i'm feeling somewhat productive tonight.

let's see how long that lasts.

i am so sick of having a job. i couldn't make it into work today and failed to find a replacement worker for my shift, so i have consequentially been issued a "written warning". thing is, the store literally closes in a week and a half. somebody else back me up on how completely retarded that is.

the most unappealing thing i could think of doing right now is going to the car to lug fifty pounds of art crap back into the house after just having taken a nice long shower. sadly, it's looking like i'm going to have to do just this.

i ate a whole half of a pizza today.

buh.

PowerPuff Girls Doujinshi Updated Sundays

okay, this guy draws like every character from every major action cartoon betwixt nick and cartoon network and then smushes them together in one huge nerd comic. normally something like this would disgust me, but i can't help but be intrigued by how adorable it is.

doi, the guy with the stick is samurai jack.

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that has got to be the most adorable thing i've ever seen. they even wedged jenny from my life as a teenage robot in there. sweet jesus, even though atomic betty sucks as a show, that drawing is so damn cute. monkey rocks my ass. mandy looks so wicked. jesus christ megas and danny phantom fading away is so cool. i also just realized that the little girl in the green dress is from johnny bravo. i still can't figure out who the guy with the stick is, or the gal with the lollipop. i hate the person who drew this. god bless huge megaman feet.

i have never actually done perspective homework at home and i don't think i ever will.

quotes of the moment thus far:

"she was black so i thought it was cool."

"it doesn't have a fuckin'... shit."

happy ren & stimpy and invader zim volume 3 dvd day! and you thought your life was complete.

buy ren & stimpy now. relive the magic.

where she goes...

... nobody knows.

nevermind. the damn thing gets to 99% on file verification and then it starts redownloading itself. i knew it was too good to be true.

region 2 dvds should burn in hell.

part one of my shaun of the dead download, a download that has been in progress for over a week, is three minutes away from being done. let's pray that this works.

i really need a digital camera.

a whole new world is so totally the most romantic and beautiful song i've ever heard in my life. try to tell me otherwise and i will tell you to suck a fat one.

lordy lordy.

today i bought a "high score" yellow star mario wristband to compliment my "1up" one. i also made a friend at the video game store since i was probably the only female to walk in there who didn't have a child.

also bought leather camoflage gloves from banana republic. i'm going to put them on and punch everyone i see right in their asses. they are that cool.

in my dream last night, the saturday figure drawing class i signed up for wasn't really a figure drawing class at all. it was a GOLF class. apparently the person who became the best golfer by the end of the classes got to take the figure drawing course. the golfing was all a test, and lance (the other perspective teacher whose class i always hang out in) was wearing the goofiest golf outfit, hat with the puff ball on top and all. i might tell him about that next time i see him.

this was probably the most boring weekend of recent recollection. i'm not really angry about it, though.

"give oog clamdigger!"

Good Chi Uncle (12:48:32 PM): Hello simpleton brother...what brings you to this knick of the woods?
Dark Chi Uncle (12:49:00 PM): i have come to do battle with you, good brother
Good Chi Uncle (12:49:17 PM): PERHAPS WE SHALL DUKE IT OUT WITH TAISHEEN PECK WA!!!!!
Dark Chi Uncle (12:49:36 PM): GOO GAH FAI SHI SHOW
Dark Chi Uncle (12:50:12 PM): YOUR POWERS ARE GREAT BROTHER, BUT THEY ARE NO MATCH FOR MY ALL POWERFUL DARK CHI MAGIC!!

this is a conversation i had with my sister. if you get what this is parodying, then you are a good nerd and my friend.

uneventful weekend. drove around with steve for a few hours last night, talking about what we're looking for in a man. or what I'M looking for in a man and what he looks for in a woman. or... yeah, that's it. steve is all for the ladies, ladies!!

aladdin is such an awesome movie. al hirschfeld is my new hero. alan menken makes magic with instruments.

"a walk through a park with genitals for trees."

and here comes the apology for anyone who experienced my intoxication retardation last night. i can assure you that it will happen again in the future.

had the best sleep of my life last night, though! woke up fresh and headache free. had a substitute in perspective, so once again i ditched to hang about in the other perspective room. and then, i carved into plaster for four hours. surprisingly, it was not as excrutiating as i thought it would be. also signed up for a big fat three week saturday figure drawing class. yaaaaaaaayyyyeee!!

once again, neal offers to drive me home, which turns into "hmm, let's get some food" which turns into "wait, i need to run this important errand" which turns into "hey, let me see what dvds you got there" which turns into "sit around and talk about the meaning of life". five hours later, i realize that i want to sleep but i have to revise a paper about how steve and i became best friends with dracula at universal studios. naturally, this never really happened so revising a paper i wrote up in twenty minutes in an exhausted frenzy is going to be difficult. once again though, losing the sleep is completely worth the company and time spent talking to other people.

i had such a great day today and i even jogged down the street a half hour ago. invigorating!

oh my god, you're crazy! they are so obviously mammals!!

i feel like i'm going to die and i can't stop peeing!!!

i'm sorry ladies and gentlemen, but i am


DRUNK.


woo.

Madagascar

now, this one is a toughie. the part of me that tends to crinkle my nose at dreamworks' animated films wants to, but then again i'm kind of liking the way this looks so far. it has a keen style to it. i really like the way the lion looks. his paws move cool.

school was mostly uneventful. ended up spending a majority of the time after school with new friend neal. we ate assloads of thai food, walked around the grocery store and looked at books. see, that don't SOUND like a hoot, but under these circumstances, it most definitely was. neal is some sort of climby thing what likes to skitter up walls and hang upside down on large metal beams. i took pictures, i did.

i swear to god, the headline "beyonce tears leg muscle while dancing" has been in my aim news ticker for five days now. i've never seen a headline up on that thing for that long, especially something so ludicrously inane.

you didn't see anything...

buzzzzzzzed on alize and rum and coke!! why?? because i felt like it. yarr.

new bank card came today! and get this... it's gold! they upgraded me for no good goddamn reason. but who cares, because now i get to feel slightly more important than i did with my former card. yee!

must... start... still life...!

i don't know why the hell i never looked into it more, but now that i have, queen is my new favorite band. i can't stop downloading all i can and loving every second of what i hear. best. lyrics. ever.

i really don't want to go to work.

ever plan to go to knott's scary farm, have the plan totally fail, take a nap, and then drive up to hollywood to wander the streets, be oggled at, and then have an egg thrown at your boot? because i did tonight.

steve and i had a great time mingling round the streets of hollywood this evening. there were all these people saying "hello" to me and i was frightened. we ate loads of baja fresh and even got to see some incredibles maquettes in the el capitan theater. good stuff, good stuff! i yelled at the klasky csupo building, and pointed at william shatner's star. then, as mentioned beforehand, we were walking round a corner and someone started throwing eggs out of their car, and hit me right in the heel of my new fuzzy yeti ass-kicking boots. i was slightly upset and spent the following twenty minutes trying to get the egg out. not much harm done, though. at least i wasn't the guy who got hit in the HEAD by the egg. now that woulda pissed me off right good. we also spent most of the evening singing "white lines".

on the way home, we saw a billboard for soy sauce, advertising to call 1-800-FREESOY for some samples, or something. so i pick up my phone and call. now i have a coupon for a free soy sauce bottle headed to my house.

be warned, shaun of the dead is ten times better the second time round.

rang-dang-diggity-dang-de-dang!

on my break in perspective class and sitting in the OTHER perspective class right across the hall. the teacher in this one is very funny, whereas MY teacher is somewhat bizarre but still very nice. i am eating a sandwich that has more mustard than like, all of the mustard in the universe, or something. it really burns and takes away from the whole ham sandwich experience. disappointing news on such a gloomy day.

i have a new idea for a comic and group of characters that i'd really like to make. for reasons unknown to me, it's fleshing together pretty quickly, but i'm still in that stage where i haven't breathed a word about it to anyone because i'm not sure if it's actually a good idea or not. it seems like it would be funny to me. i just want to produce something comic-related already. maybe this year will be the year i get my a.d.d. under control and finally make a comic. then again, probably not.

later on i get to carve things into a block of plaster. not looking forward to this. my 3-d class is probably the biggest pain in the ass out of all my academic adventures thus far. munnnngggggggggg. i don't wanna build a chess set.

god, who puts this much mustard on a sandwich!??

ErinZ (12:23:03 AM): ever want to be british so badly that it hurts you on the inside that you're not?
Brando (12:24:18 AM): Can't say I have.
Brando (12:24:20 AM): Australian, yes.
Brando (12:24:43 AM): But that was a long time ago. A long... long time. [looks to the stars]
ErinZ (12:24:46 AM): see, i would never wish to be australian. but i wish to god and beyond that i was british.
Brando (12:25:08 AM): You're big on Shaun of the Dead, I take it.
ErinZ (12:25:22 AM): it only fueled the fire.
ErinZ (12:25:27 AM): the glorious, british fire.
ErinZ (12:25:31 AM): in my heart.
Brando (12:25:31 AM): (laughs)
Brando (12:25:47 AM): They have medication for that.
ErinZ (12:25:58 AM): will they give me an accent?
Brando (12:26:06 AM): ...sure, why not.
ErinZ (12:26:13 AM): sign me up.

can't seem to shake off the buzz given to me by a martini-in-a-bottle that i found lying in my fridge two hours ago.

laguna beach: the real orange county was beyond horrifying. i don't know many of the people who star in the show personally, but i really don't give a shit about how many people they hooked up with or how they're building a house that spans half of a cliffside. god damnit. who lives like that?? honestly.

bunkabunkabunkabunkabunkabunkabunka

bleh.

i just saw a commercial for a kids' tabletop game in which knights, army soldiers, vikings, matrix-esque spies, aliens, robots, and dragons were all battling. it sort of reminds me of this:

http://raditts.com/phyles/ogre-battle.large.mpeg

'nuff said.

forgot to mention my newly inspired dream to move to london and be downright giddy in the middle of all that is british. i want to acquire an involuntary accent while i live there for several years, then return back to america and have everybody think i am totally from the uk. god damn i love british people so much.

washing down my makeshift peanut butter cup with chocolate milk probably wasn't a good idea...

so tired and hungry and sick of homework that i took out two spoons, put peanut butter on one and nutella on the other, then sat and stared off vacantly while taking turns licking each spoon. my entire diet for the past three days has consisted of slurpees, donuts, subway sandwiches, and three broccoli cheese hot pockets.

trying to download the shaun of the dead soundtrack.

saw sky captain again for the THIRD TIME last night, and as much as i love the film i think that's enough. also lost my bank card and got very angry. this was not my most glorious weekend.

jesus god i am so tired.

shaun of the dead is highly recommended to anyone who likes zombies, really well-done zombies, british people, gore, vicious hilarity, fun, the band "queen", and an all-around really REALLY fucking fantastic movie.

erin is pleased.

i half take back the statement i made about people being weird. but only half.

off to see shaun of the dead.

when i listen to the sky captain soundtrack, i like to pretend i'm brave and doing something grossly important (ie, saving the world, kicking robot ass, jumping up and down on my bed) instead of procrastinating writing an essay i should have finished three hours ago.

joe, i'm in one of these boxes, find me!

just saw sky captain for the second time and it's official... i love it.

also watched fight club last night for the first time. hot diggity damn, that is some really quality cinema.

ever ponder the enigma of human behavior? i wish to god i had something that would let me see what other people are thinking because, well, people are weird.

speaking of weird, fight club gave me some weird dreams, but all i can remember off the top of my head was being the mother of some fat mafia guy wearing an ugly white suit. he was in my old room back in new jersey and there was another guy with him. i walked in, and with some sort of weapon (i can't remember the exact type), i literally sliced the man's head in half right above the jaw, so the whole bottom portion of his skull and the bottom of his mouth was visible. then, my chubby mafia offspring started crying, and i hugged him and told him everything would be alright. the only thing i can connect this to in the movie is when the main character goes to the support groups and hugs bob paulson while he sobs all over the place. i really wish i could remember more of that dream.

allergies are horrendous due to dry weather but i'm having the best hair days of my life.

chocolate milk, anyone?

UrbanDictionary.com: Define Your World

go to this site and type "erin fusco" into the search. see what you get.

is anyone else creeped out by that juicyfruit strappleberry commercial where the piñata attacks the little girl? i swear, if that happened to me i'd crap myself.

there will be more of these, i can feel it.

forgot to mention that before sky captain, there was a man outside the theater with applications for the REGAL CROWN CLUB CARD, which is thing free card you can get and every time you see a movie, you get points and then free stuff. anyway.

next to the card applications was this fat stack of sky captain posters, and they were real nice. now, i approached the man behind the table and asked if i could have one even though i already have a card. he frowned and said that they were for new applications only. i asked again, and this time, i pointed to the pair of WWII british pilot goggles on my head (the SAME ONES sky captain wears in the movie). "i am here for this movie!! can i please have one?" the man took out a rubber band and rolled a poster up for me.

who ever said being a nerd was a bad thing?

sky captain

is

friggin'

amazing.

or at least i definitely thought so. i love how the whole thing looks like a dream/thirties film, and i LOVE LOVE LOVE the shots that are so blatantly retro. (ie, the fingers pointing to the sky, the radio wave circles emitting from the robot antennae, the actual map on the land and water as they show the plane flying over the ocean) sweet merciful moses. i was beautiful. beautiful and full of good robot ass-kickery, but by no means in a resident evil: apocalypse sort of way*. my god the robots were cool. i have to see the movie again before i finalize my opinion on the plot and overall content of the film. though while I was seeing it for this first time, i had this amazing sensation as if i was in a movie theater decades in the past, watching the movie as though i were in the era it took place in and when i walked outside, everybody would be dressed in late thirties-garb, bustling about and driving those keen cars they had back in the day. no movie has ever made me feel that way (obviously, because no movie has ever been made quite like sky captain has) so that sensation alone made the movie incredible. plus i could never resist jude law's ever-so-sexy britishosity.

last night's venture brothers was equally pleasing with a special guest: RACE BANNON. i like so much that the show is intelligent enough and the writers aren't afraid to put in an exact character from a show they're obviously parodying and not only make it work, but make it tie the venture bros. into an interesting time scheme with other cartoons. nifty, i say!!

0oohh work. the story of my life. work and then midterm projects and cutting shapes of a mallet out with scissors and pasting them onto various rectangles. art school continues to amaze.

sadly, atomic betty is really awful. cute animation i guess, but it's still so hard to get over the "bounciness" look of cartoons animated with flash and the like (since i heard betty wasn't even animation with flash). the spaceships look cool, but just about every aspect of the episode i saw was boring and had been done before. disappointing, yes, but okay. there are and will be other great things.

i want my videonow. wait, no i don't.

i'm just your average girl. i wake up, curse the sunlight, wish i could go back to sleep, make some waffles, stumble to art school and try not to fall asleep during my 2-d design class even though i do in fact find the projects very fun and fascinating, yell at paper when i can't cut it straight even though i'm using a ruled mat, t-square, and an x-acto knife, scream if a public toilet flushes too loud, go to work, hole punch the eyeballs of the models in fashion handouts we give to the customers, dance around the store, eat some sushi, get home from work, watch cartoons, take a nap, stare at my venture brothers watch, watch some venture brothers reruns while staring at my venture brothers watch, eat as much food as i can find in my house, talk to my friends on the phone, draw up a storm, read webcomics, read the archives of webcomics that i've read a thousand times before, go to parties, have a beer and talk, eventually get hoarse from talking so much about animation and other dorktacular subjects, scream if i see any balloons or spiders, come home, go to the bathroom, brush my teeth with my red hotwheels kids' toothbrush, put in my invader zim-themed retainers, jump into bed, watch some more adult swim and/or venture brothers, set my alarm on my clock that's set forty minutes fast in order to give myself the illusion that i have more time to sleep, turn off the lights, close my eyes, dream about exboyfriends with shaved heads substituting my sophomore geometry class in high school.

just your average girl.

Shay*** (11:33:36 PM): erin, i'm coming up. i gotta go to bed. i'll come in your room first
ErinZ (11:33:41 PM): NO!!
ErinZ (11:33:43 PM): i have no shirt on
Shay*** (11:33:48 PM): LOL
Shay*** (11:33:55 PM): okay, i'll take mine off, too
Shay*** (11:34:04 PM): we can be bosom buddies

... mom??

Shay*** (11:35:39 PM): you have one bodacious set of ta-tas

MOM!!!

apparently, over sixteen THOUSAND people have visited my website so far in the first fourteen days of september.

...

who the hell are you people? where are you? what are you doing, and, wow, do you really like my site?

where are all these people coming from??

thank you, whoever you all are!!

sitting around, procrastinating homework and buying AQUA songs obsessively off of the itunes music store, in some sort of desperate attempt to relive 1997. does the song "cartoon heroes" make any friggin' sense? "what we do is what you wish to do" "welcome to the toon town party" "a bunch of dust that's chasing us, frame by frame, to the extreme, one by one we're making it fun"? what the shit?? i don't know. i still love this band even though my brother says we'll be playing it at his friend's gay wedding someday.

as the years go by, i am frightened by how much my attention span has dimished, how i become more and more easily amused, and the boughts of noun diarrhea spewing from my mouth*. i don't know whether it was just because i was tired or what, but yesterday i laughed so hard that i cried on three separate occasions, the most intense case of which occured after watching people make bird calls on letterman. however, at school today i noticed that i was having fits of laughter if someone yelled out a person's name in a very slighty different than normal way. maybe i'm just enjoying life a little more than the other people around me. i have observed that many of the other freshmen at my school are quiet, and rarely ever smile. in fact, i'm watching this one particular girl very closely, waiting for her to smile because i'm absolutely convinced she hasn't before in her entire life. this is all a very dramatic difference from the upperclassmen, who are extremely relaxed in their environment. i want to make friends with them.

*i wrote steve a letter and put it in his school mailbox yesterday. the entire bottom half of the letter was a continuous stream of obscure words, one of which i believe went something like "harpy carp lark ding-dongs".

so many projects. ants EVERYWHERE. sweet jeezus. was up until four thirty last night drawing THIS.

woo.

the soundtrack of my life:

opening credits :: Gorillaz - "Re-Hash"

waking up scene :: Wham! - "Ray of Sunshine"

average day :: Blur - "Coffee and TV"

best-friend scene :: Tenacious D - "Frienship"

out with friends scene. :: Queen - "Don't Stop Me Now"

makeout scene :: David Hasselhoff - "Du"

sex scene :: Jack Black - "Let's Get It On"

fight with friend scene :: Third Eye Blind - "How's It Going to Be"

break-up scene :: Maroon 5 - "Through With You"

get back together scene :: Maroon 5 - "She Will Be Loved"

'lifes okay' scene :: Modest Mouse - "Float On"

high school scene :: Garbage - "Only Happy When it Rains"

heartbreak scene :: Coldplay - "Shiver"

mental breakdown scene :: The Avalances - "Frontier Psychiatry"

driving alone scene :: Puffy AmiYumi - "Long Beach Nightmare"

lesson-learning scene :: Barenaked Ladies - "Testing 1, 2, 3"

deep-thought scene :: Barenaked Ladies - "Brian Wilson"

revenge scene :: Mindless Self Indulgence - "Bitches"

chase sequence :: The Mars Volta - "Intertiatic ESP"

'dance off in a club' scene :: Jamiroquai - "Canned Heat"

kareokee scene :: Tina Turner - "Baby, I'm A Star"

happy 'dance around your room' scene :: Kartina & The Waves - "Walking on Sunshine"

summer vacation scene :: Vitamin C - "Vacation"

regret scene :: Coldplay - "The Scientist"

long night alone scene :: Sarah McLachlan - "Building a Mystery"

death scene :: Styx - "Come Sail Away"

closing credits :: Irene Cara - "What a Feeling"

resident evil: apocalypse = biggest piece of stereotypical large explosion ass kicking ridiculous over the top action movie crap you'll ever see.

MTV.com - Onair - Dyn - Laguna Beach

you wanna talk about weird? check that link out.

my hometown has become the target of the latest mtv reality show. words can't describe how odd it is to click through that website, seeing the faces of people i sat right next to in economics class, hung out at a party with, or say hello to as they work literally right across the street from me. they're jazzing up all the places i see and go to on a daily basis. granted, everyone and their dead grandmothers knew the show was being made here, but... damn. it's just so odd now that it's finally going to air on the television.

supposedly i'm floating around in the background in some shots. one night i went to an open mic night at a local coffee shop and there were cameras everywhere. several months later mtv sends waivers to my house to sign. watch every episode if you want to see the definition of SEXY.

or not.

sadly, i'm probably going to end up watching every episode anyway.

it's hotter than hell in my house.

art school is fantastic. it's not even school. it's like "get up, go to a studio at one, draw for four hours, go home for the day". hot damn. if this is a dream i never want to wake up.

can't stop eating banana bread!!

AWWWWWW man the director's cut of donnie darko was awesome. everything that was missing from the original was added and everything that pissed me off about the original was taken out. yes yes yessss!! can't wait for it to come out on dvd...

i've been playing harvest moon on my gameboy advance for more hours than is probably healthy. i'm having trouble finding a wife, but who needs relationships when you have livestock!? they are...

dog: triumph
chickens: john tesh, hitler, gerald ford, john paul ii, pol pot
horse: doop
cow: howie d

did i already write that it was my birthday? lots of dvds were received. hoorah!!

i go back to work in the morning but i still need to hang some of the ten thousand posters i got from con, especially after i had to walk to office max for poster stickums.

zzzz...

sometimes bad things happen and you end up spending more than ninety-five percent of more than a week's worth of time in your house eating very little, drinking martinis, drawing tons of venture brothers fanart and tracking a fedex package that is due for delivery on friday every ten minutes to see if it has left chattanooga tennessee yet.

i haven't written in a really long time and so much has happened. as usual, elaboration is too much effort so i give a crappy run-down of the basics.

new york was the most spectacular thing ever, but i think i might have already written that somewhere.

comic-con was, as always, the most incredible and exhausting experience a nerd can have. so many ridiculous things but all of it lovely.

adult swim continues to amaze everyone in the universe (especially me) with new shows. i am so obsessed with the venture brothers and i'm not even sure why. i guess i just can't get enough of the goofy villain-type stuff, a role deliciously played by the show's character "The Monarch" and his deep-voiced significant other, "Dr. Girlfriend".

hooray. i watch the trailer on noodlesoup.net over and over. it's fun!

i should update my website someday.

NYChronicles : Day 1
11:20 pm EST

once upon a time, erin was going on a trip to new york city. her flight was very early in the morning, and she was excited. she decided that she would stay up all night instead of go to sleep. she sort of accomplished this task, and got very little sleep that night. then, she went to the airport and got on a plane. the plane flew to a place called dallas, texas. however, in dallas, it was raining and the plane was delayed two hours. but all was well once the plane set out for the la guardia airport... or so erin thought. the plane got lost in a big cloud and circled around and around, trying to find the airport. there was a very hairy irish man sitting next to her. finally, the plane decided to land in a place called "stewart/newborough", which was a large flat of concrete in the middle of nowhere. erin was hungry and upset. everyone on the plane was confused. but then finally, the plane set out again and successfully reached new york city. fourteen hours later.

that was the most boring story ever but it is all true. now i am in new york, and it is amazing. i have never been here before so everything is strange and wonderful to me. i am staying with family friends and they have been so glorious for the two hours i have been here thus far.

everything that glows puts me in a trance. and since everything here DOES glow, i am thrilled and dazed.

there is a dazzling planetarium right across the street.

so much to do! i want to see the giant toys r us. i want to go to museums. i want to see a broadway show. i want to stroll through central park. i want to stalk conan o'brien.

perhaps i can acheive all this and more. perhaps...

and on a side note, apologies to anyone who has written me emails in the past few weeks. i have been whoppingly busy and had not had the time to respond. sorry sorry.

so tired now, but i'm sure tomorrow is going to be loads of fun...

chronicles of riddick not that good, especially given the way adam has reacted to it (by buying the soundtrack, animated dvd, pitch black, video game, and very soon, poster). very pretty for the first forty minutes and then it becomes thoroughly boring due to the horrendous lack of plot/dialogue/general giving-a-shitness about any of the characters. judy dench floats around, aptly playing the character i like to call "the enigma" since you never find out who she is and what the fuck she's doing. actually, you never find out who anyone is or what the fuck anyone is doing in the movie.

i graduate from high school in about eighteen hours. then they put me on a bus and don't tell me where i'm going and dump me someplace until five in the morning.

i have a new cream i need to put on my face that is literally making all of my skin flake off everywhere. it's like having cheek dandruff. it's really not that attractive

knotts berry farm is very dirty.

i sleep now.

two months later!!

scholarships have been won! school over in three days! new job acquired! food eaten! drinks drunk! prom madness! new boyfriend!!

all of this and more. too much to even begin to write about. erin has been busy busy busy.

i have seen many great things, but among the best was earlier today when a woman in a white robe and turban was doing shoulder shrugs and waving her arms in the air on a residential street corner by my house.

also had a very hefty drink at medieval times last night. got tipsy and stole a salt shaker. hopefully they will never read this

sweet sweet dinonuggets!

i graduate in a week!

just thought i'd pop in for a bit to write before i jump into bed.

things have been busy busy busy lately, but thankfully now scholarships and all college miseries are done with. now erin can rela-- wait, no! schoolwork! tests! recent loss of a job! life is fun.

the days are much longer now. soon the sunsets will be at one o'clock in the morning. i dread this. i like the night.

it is also very cold at night. i try my best to keep warm in my bed despite having dreams where i'm disguised in a kkk outfit and being lit on fire, all while i decide which shoes would be best to put on in order to escape unnoticed. then conan o'brien was in a jack in the box in la. what next?

last night's installment of insanity was having a box about half of the size with my car apparently filled with the entire series of hellboy. i tried to figure out how the hell i was going to fit the huge box in my car for the roadtrip i was going on, even though i had arbitrarily sprouted wings and had no need for a car anyway. i just sort of hovered about and pondered the box dilemma.

i was talking about a dream, in case anyone didn't get it. because i know if i read that last paragraph offhand, i wouldn't have understood it either.

sleepy sleepy sleepums...

P.S...

today i was accepted into the Laguna College of Art and Design. there's no hope for me now.

P.S.S...

generous monetary donations appreciated

it has come to my attention that spike and mike's sick and twisted animation festival is one of the single worst atrocities ever visited upon the animation industry and mankind. it is quite literally shameful to the art form i have basically dedicated my life to. save three or four films, the show was filled with nothing but tasteless and pointless shorts. some dragged on for so long and were so horrible that i actually zoned out and got very bored, which almost never happens to me while watching anything animated. other shorts were honest to god drawings by stoners who would simply paste a frame of an open mouth over the closed mouth on the character, which was still visible on the corners of the open mouth. the people who put this show together obviously had no regard to the quality of picture or substance of the films. as for the shorts that were actually good (john dilworth's mousochist, stubble trouble, whatever that death one was called, and of course don hertzfeldt's billy's balloon), being played next to such terrible films is embarrassing due to the sheer contrast. and happy tree friends... i love it, but that needs to stay on the internet. flash will never be able to give the same whimsical feel that hand-drawn animation gives. ever.

that having been said... if you live in the laguna beach/socal area, go see the animation show in the downtown Laguna theater. coming in several weeks. support some stuff that is actually good.

"the animation show: it's better than spike and mike's, i promise"
--erin

is it dumb that, after i flush some dead ants down the toilet, i am afraid that they might come back to life and bite my ass while i'm peeing?

not writing passion of the christ review like i should be doing. need to take car in for servicing, but need to clean car out first. car so dirty. sand and peanut cookie crumbs everywhere. so, so dirty.

had another bonfire this weekend and the mormon was more volatile with the flames this time. we lit a shoe on fire and he ran down the beach with it. napthaline can almost exploded. only food was marshmallows and that just wasn't very nice. then we went to someone's house and sat in the street while a dog stared at me.

my hair needs to be cut before it eats my face off.

the other day i saw a man who was a construction worker with an orange hat. but upon a closer look, i discovered the hat wasn't a regular construction hat at all, but a FINDING NEMO hat. with little fins and clownfish stripes on it. i also saw a lady wearing a hat with these huge red spikes all over it and it trailed down her back. it looked like she slaughtered somethin' fierce to have the flesh of the beast fashioned into a hat for her to sport like some prize trophy. i almost crashed my car because she looked so cool.

high kicks

many people cannot spell correctly and this annoys me. a whole lot. like, more than you can imagine. but i'm trying to tone myself down a bit and stop judging people so much on their grammatical ability. but... it is very difficult. arrrgh. happy man updated my ipod software for me today because i am too lazy to do it myself. i need new shoes too. i need so many things. what's with all the need i do?

kick kick kick

bomp

very foggy outside. drove home from dinner with a friend and admired the street lights shining from behind the trees, creating a lovely sunray effect.

submitted my final portfolio to laguna college today. although i'm pretty sure i'm already in, there is that little naggy nugget of doubt saying that there is a chance the committee will look at my stuff, wrinkle their noses, and go "meh", and then move on to the next thing. i really don't want that to happen. i'm supposed to hear from them tomorrow to find out if i've been accepted or not...

i don't know what it is about humanity but for the past three weeks i've learned just how many people around me are very close to illiterate. nothing against those people, but... sometimes it amazes me.

also another thing i've learned is that people, as a whole, are very odd and i cannot understand them. they also leak fluids at times, which can be utterly unpleasant as well

need to write a review for passion of the christ. need to draw three cartoons for journalism. need to finish community service mexican flash cards. need to have recommendation letters filled out. need to finish art piece in class. need to do econ homework. need to write poems for english. need to take notes on whales for marine ecology. need to work all weekend. need to draw personal things brewing in my mind. need to buy a new sketch book. need to fix up my current one before it completely falls apart. need to schedule a haircut. need to start working out more. need to stop eating crap (not literally).

there is too much to do.

i freaking hate scholarships. i know i have to get them all done but i hate them SO MUCH that i just don't even want to bother. i am lazy. bloor.

if you were my boyfriend and you just so happened to love cheesecake, i made this and would have given it to you:





but i don't have a boyfriend and probably won't ever so i ate the cheesecake all by myself.

for the records:





largest chocolate strawberry i have ever seen. it is .37 pounds and is worth $6.99. and i dipped it!! ha!! oh god i need a life

so i've been watching the lion king maybe three times a day ever since i read doug tennapel's little review on it. it really IS good and very well written. i like to sit around like a complete dork and analyze it all and point out which parts of the movie are which of the major stages of the traditional hero's journey. i feel so smart when i do that. also, it's nice to think there was a time when disney could make a quality movie and have characters say words like "kill" and there wouldn't be a herd of overprotective soccer moms burning down buildings and eating people alive while they hide their children in locked boxes. "morning report" is an atrocity.

sick sick sick once again. loads of mucus. can't seem to draw anymore. just sketch a bunch of retarded faces and attempting to make something complete. it's not working!! arrrghh!!! i no finish art in months!!

animation show coming to my hometown... steve and i are swollen with pride and very excited. posting flyers is going to be the highlight of my life. i can't wait to see it ten times and then some. I EAT MY EYEBALLS IN PLEASURE

i want to go to the zoo and draw animals.

scar is effeminate and scary.

yay zombies

check THIS out.

that, ladies and gentlemen, is adam levine. he looks like the unholy fusion of kyan douglas and seth green. his music also sounds like jamiroquai and matchbox twenty had a baby. did i not tell you that maroon 5 is amazing?

winter formal this weekend and i excited. lots of dancing going to happen, but that is if i can avoid the recent bout of pink eye my sister has so conveniently developed. grand.

new haircut too. my follicles are brimming with spray-in wax and pomade/wax and hairspray and four different kinds of straightener. it doesn't feel to pretty but it sure can kick your ass sideways. it sticks up so i have an über-psuedo-faux-hawk thing happening. i don't know if it's really that cool or i look like some sort of vegetable bird. i like it though. i think that's what matters.

critic on dvd is now mine to have and hold. it is the good one. best buy can make me angry. i almost thought i ran out of coolant today. and also, i wrote a poem. i don't know if it's finished yet but here it is so far:

Rectal bleeding
I have no phone calls
Heavens to Betsy
Spark plug!

Meat chilling in the cooler
The answer is "green"
Put it behind your legs.
Warm Susan Summers night

Sean Penn frightens me
Elegance to the touch
Raspberry jam pie
Turn around

Sandbag Sunrise
Towering walrus monument
Chicken in a trash can
Take off one sock

rain rain rain rain rain rain rain.

maroon 5 is my new favoritest band in the universe and the lead singer is hot as hell. their video would suck if he wasn't so hot and rolling around in sand the whole time while being so hot.

stuff happened. that's all i'll say.

e out

the first weekend i can drive a car and it's the most uneventful weekend of my entire life.

instead of going out with my friends and doing everything i've always longed for once i could legally get behind the wheel, i find myself driving aimlessly, listening to coldplay very loud while nobody answers their phones and i become very tired, while all of this eventually leads up to me eating my weight in tofu. what i want to know is where the hell everybody went so suddenly.

saw teacher's pet. cute and fun in a spooky sort of way. there are a lot of visual gags in it, most of which involve trees vomiting maple syrup. interesting? definitely. also lots of classic disney movie spoofs. the bird voiced by jerry stiller is the best character. and also... "honey bunny boombox" is the greatest thing to call anyone ever. i hope someday i can call someone i love that and they'll still respect me.

i think i'll pop in zoolander and wait for anyone to call me more than likely after my curfew. wah.

WOW it's been awhile since i've written. so much more crap has been happening and life continues to be an insane whirlwind of events.

recent events, however, have been surprisingly good.

number one: i got my driver's license.

number two:





anyway. new years... going back to school... yeah. it's all what it has been but hectic with a tint of pleasant. driving sure is nice. boy howdy is it nice!!!

i will be very happy when finals are done and scholarships are filled and sent and college interview and portfolio and slide taking and the demolition of the earth is done.

speaking of demolition of the earth, i've picked up hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy again and i forgot how utterly awesome it is. i've been drawing my own renditions of the characters like mad. maybe i will post some soon.

vroom