so it's getting late and i haven't gotten much in the way of homework finished. erk. i dunno what i'm gonna do.
my rejected shirt came! GLEE!! it is seriously the most adorable shirt ever. my only dilemma is to wear it tomorrow, or to wait until friday when i would surely go out after school and be seen in large public places with it... hmmm.... the latter sounds tempting.
i'm watching the "mondobot/giant" episode of samurai jack and it's so gorgeous. genndy tartakovsky must be migty proud of himself for all the stuff he do. i know that if i made samurai jack, i'd be a total pompous asshole. i mean, i'd have every right to be.
i better get some of this english stuff done, now.
oot.
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
back in fifth period again with nothing much to do. i'd just like to write something before i have to go how and do all the homework in the world in one night. going on trips is great but i forgot about the massive work load that comes with it. boooohhh.
everyone is asking for my help with photoshop and while i don't mind it at all, my technology-filled brain cannot fathom how someone wouldn't know how to expand a window or use the erase tool. gads!
today i was walking outside of my art class where there is a heaping pile of construction going on to the former english wing. and as i walked past and saw the insides of the mostly demolished buildings, i thought about how crazy it is that in a few months, that won't be there. it's like... i spent three years of my life going to classes in those buildings, and now they're being erased from existence right before my eyes. the part that seemed the craziest to me was the fact that the only way these buildings will continue to exist is in my mind. solid establishments that have been there for decades will now only exist within my memories. so... if i forget all about that building someday, does it truly cease to exist? i dunno, my words aren't coming out right, but ya know what i mean? philosophical!
god, my head hurts. i've been having some serious headaches lately and i'm not sure why. i've been making a deliberate attempt to eat healthier and i don't think my body likes it much. when i look up at the computer screen i feel like i'm straining my eyes and it is painy!! i hate it!! i have been taking way too many excedrin quick tabs. the caffeine will surely kill me someday.
work later. i don't know how well i'll handle it after having a whole TWO DAYS off. i get real lazy after about a half hour.
errrgh. now i'm dizzy. i go now.
everyone is asking for my help with photoshop and while i don't mind it at all, my technology-filled brain cannot fathom how someone wouldn't know how to expand a window or use the erase tool. gads!
today i was walking outside of my art class where there is a heaping pile of construction going on to the former english wing. and as i walked past and saw the insides of the mostly demolished buildings, i thought about how crazy it is that in a few months, that won't be there. it's like... i spent three years of my life going to classes in those buildings, and now they're being erased from existence right before my eyes. the part that seemed the craziest to me was the fact that the only way these buildings will continue to exist is in my mind. solid establishments that have been there for decades will now only exist within my memories. so... if i forget all about that building someday, does it truly cease to exist? i dunno, my words aren't coming out right, but ya know what i mean? philosophical!
god, my head hurts. i've been having some serious headaches lately and i'm not sure why. i've been making a deliberate attempt to eat healthier and i don't think my body likes it much. when i look up at the computer screen i feel like i'm straining my eyes and it is painy!! i hate it!! i have been taking way too many excedrin quick tabs. the caffeine will surely kill me someday.
work later. i don't know how well i'll handle it after having a whole TWO DAYS off. i get real lazy after about a half hour.
errrgh. now i'm dizzy. i go now.
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
so i wrote this BYOOOOOOOOOOTIFUL entry about a week ago and mailed it to myself because the publish button on this blog updatey thing didn't seem to be working. i tried again at home but still no work. i check my mail today and EVERYTHING GONE, including invoice for rejected shirt! i weep like never before.
i saw the animation show this weekend and it inspired me so crazy-like that i started trying to animate. i think the show was exactly what i needed to get off my ass and really start to focus on my art again. i'm even picking up on my main project after a long stretch of... not working on it. so this makes me glad. i bought the extremely goofy movie today and the beatnik chick in it makes me smiiiiiile!!
i also went to the red bull flügtag on saturday. now, if you don't know what the flügtag is, you must look it up on this "internet" thingy and find pictures. basically, the premise is to build a gigantic and ideally silly looking craft meant to fly. then you take it and dance around it for awhile in front of a hundred thousand people and then you push it off a thirty-foot ramp and see how far it goes before it crashes into the ocean. it is probably the best thing man ever did. so i went with jason, stweve, andrea, katie, and devon. we got there real early and ate at this place where it was fifteen dollars for a waffle. ridiculous! after that we strutted over to the beach to witness everyone's flight attempts, but not before i went on a wild treasure hunt for tampons. suspense! but i found them. anyway, we went to the beach and there was a literal ass load of people on it. they were EVERYWHERE. so i'm all trying to find a spot for all of us to sit but the only thing we can manage is a space behind a bunch of people in beach chairs, making it so we can see absolutely nothing where everything was happening. i started whining. a lot. i didn't come all the way out to santa monica just to stand around for five hours. jason got pissy at me and then stweve and i went to get food. it took a really long time and we paid five dollars for a shitty grilled cheese only to discover there was a taco bell express ten feet away. i could have had a shitty taco for TWO dollars!! boo. so stweve and i took about an hour to get our food and then headed back down to the beach. we missed the teenage mutant ninja turtles plane and stweve was very sad. when we got back down to the beach, to our AMAZING AMAZEMENT... everyone was gone. we were looking around, all like, "what the fuck? where are they?" when i get a call on my cell phone. it was andrea. she go, "we're over it and we're leaving". i couldn't believe it. two or three weeks of building up to this goddamn event and an hour later (it was an HOUR) more than half the group decides to leave. for what, i don't know. but they just up and left. and it made me ANGRY!! so i ate a guy. thank god stweve was there because we stayed and watched DANNY BONADUCE JUMP INTO THE PACIFIC OCEAN WITH SOME HOOTERS GIRLS ONLY TO HAVE HIS UNDERWEAR RIPPED FROM HIS PRIVATES IN THE BRIMEY DEEP SO WHEN I LOOKED AT ONE OF THE BIG SCREENS THEY HAD PLANTED ON THE BEACH ALL I COULD SEE WAS A FORMER PARTRIDGE FAMILY MEMBER'S BIG WHITE ASS!!!! it was such a spectacle. aside from that momentary horror, the rest of the planes were real neat. there was one that looked like a parliament (p-funk) spaceship. there was one that looked like a squirrel. there was one that looked like cheese. there was one that looked like a giant shoe with wings. there was one that was a guy in a soccer ball and a human-propelled foot kicked him off the pier. good lord i had no idea humans could be so creative. it was awesome!! i had so much caffeine my heart was gonna splode.
then stweve and i shipped off to LA to see the animation show in all its wonderous glory. and how! (heehee.) while getting lost several times trying to find the theater, we noticed some really huge, nice pretty animation show posters (aptly featuring fluffy thing of anus bleeding fame) all over the walls on the street. we parked the car and got out and ripped some down. then we went to burger king. then we went to juice it up. then we tried to find a comic shop but got lost again, so basically just drove around singing bohemian rhapsody at the top of our lungs. we got to the theater and my bowels felt as though they were going to burst in a marvelous show of flying bodily excrement. i'm glad it did not do that, though. it might have been messy. anyway. i was so excited to be there. however, there were twelve other people in the theater, ten of which REFUSED TO SMILE. they just did not find anything good about don's stuff which is a real shame because he is like an amazing person and all. his new stuff was so great i wanted to dance around the theater. but not just don's stuff was good, though. everything was good. really good. even the ones i didn't like all that much ended up being good somehow. my favorites were (apart from rejected, don's other stuff and mars and beyond, which are all in their own category of spectacularity) strange invaders, fifty percent gray, and das rad. i got really worried when strange invaders started up because it was canadian. canadians are great and all, but their animation makes me sick to my stomach in a real weird way. however, the short was stupendous and i loved everything about it. fifty percent gray was just flat out cool. what i liked about it is that the character in it was human, but didn't try to be TOO realistic as opposed to cathedral, which featured a guy who was realistic but moved around sort of stiffly. meh. vincent played (woo!) and so did billy's balloon (woooo!) and there was this creepy aardman short called "ident", which was still VERY shpiffy. das rad was fucking great, though. it really was. i don't know why "chubb chubbs" won the oscar over it but it really deserved to win. such a neat concept. plus i loved the noise the rocks made when they clanked around. why are people so stupid?? das rad kicked all the ass. since i was in a theater with a bunch of half-dead people, rejected was somewhat uncomfortable. the only thing piercing the silence was me and stweve's obnoxiously loud laughter. but that didn't make it any less than the best thing the world has ever seen. then we applauded it when it doned. it was one of the best experiences of my life to see don's stuff on a big screen and i'm so inspired i just want to draw and draw and draw until i fall asleep and/or die. yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!! saturday was a good day.
i am really geared up for hawaii, which is less than a week from now. i bought a new sketchbook for it and everything. i look forward to the artistic inspiration even though i hate drawing palm trees and beaches. myaagh.
this must be the longest entry ever. go me! i have all these pictures i want to post up here of flügtag, rejected, some underwear i saw lying on the street, my art teacher, etc but my computer is on the verge of death and i'm just trying to back everything up before it go KAPOOOOOT. don't die, baby!! don't die!
i should be working on a collage for government right now but GOD i sure don't feel like it. i'm gonna make it in art tomorrow. it's gonna be a picture of arnold eating a california made out of other governor candidates.
did you know that you can't lick your own elbow?
i saw the animation show this weekend and it inspired me so crazy-like that i started trying to animate. i think the show was exactly what i needed to get off my ass and really start to focus on my art again. i'm even picking up on my main project after a long stretch of... not working on it. so this makes me glad. i bought the extremely goofy movie today and the beatnik chick in it makes me smiiiiiile!!
i also went to the red bull flügtag on saturday. now, if you don't know what the flügtag is, you must look it up on this "internet" thingy and find pictures. basically, the premise is to build a gigantic and ideally silly looking craft meant to fly. then you take it and dance around it for awhile in front of a hundred thousand people and then you push it off a thirty-foot ramp and see how far it goes before it crashes into the ocean. it is probably the best thing man ever did. so i went with jason, stweve, andrea, katie, and devon. we got there real early and ate at this place where it was fifteen dollars for a waffle. ridiculous! after that we strutted over to the beach to witness everyone's flight attempts, but not before i went on a wild treasure hunt for tampons. suspense! but i found them. anyway, we went to the beach and there was a literal ass load of people on it. they were EVERYWHERE. so i'm all trying to find a spot for all of us to sit but the only thing we can manage is a space behind a bunch of people in beach chairs, making it so we can see absolutely nothing where everything was happening. i started whining. a lot. i didn't come all the way out to santa monica just to stand around for five hours. jason got pissy at me and then stweve and i went to get food. it took a really long time and we paid five dollars for a shitty grilled cheese only to discover there was a taco bell express ten feet away. i could have had a shitty taco for TWO dollars!! boo. so stweve and i took about an hour to get our food and then headed back down to the beach. we missed the teenage mutant ninja turtles plane and stweve was very sad. when we got back down to the beach, to our AMAZING AMAZEMENT... everyone was gone. we were looking around, all like, "what the fuck? where are they?" when i get a call on my cell phone. it was andrea. she go, "we're over it and we're leaving". i couldn't believe it. two or three weeks of building up to this goddamn event and an hour later (it was an HOUR) more than half the group decides to leave. for what, i don't know. but they just up and left. and it made me ANGRY!! so i ate a guy. thank god stweve was there because we stayed and watched DANNY BONADUCE JUMP INTO THE PACIFIC OCEAN WITH SOME HOOTERS GIRLS ONLY TO HAVE HIS UNDERWEAR RIPPED FROM HIS PRIVATES IN THE BRIMEY DEEP SO WHEN I LOOKED AT ONE OF THE BIG SCREENS THEY HAD PLANTED ON THE BEACH ALL I COULD SEE WAS A FORMER PARTRIDGE FAMILY MEMBER'S BIG WHITE ASS!!!! it was such a spectacle. aside from that momentary horror, the rest of the planes were real neat. there was one that looked like a parliament (p-funk) spaceship. there was one that looked like a squirrel. there was one that looked like cheese. there was one that looked like a giant shoe with wings. there was one that was a guy in a soccer ball and a human-propelled foot kicked him off the pier. good lord i had no idea humans could be so creative. it was awesome!! i had so much caffeine my heart was gonna splode.
then stweve and i shipped off to LA to see the animation show in all its wonderous glory. and how! (heehee.) while getting lost several times trying to find the theater, we noticed some really huge, nice pretty animation show posters (aptly featuring fluffy thing of anus bleeding fame) all over the walls on the street. we parked the car and got out and ripped some down. then we went to burger king. then we went to juice it up. then we tried to find a comic shop but got lost again, so basically just drove around singing bohemian rhapsody at the top of our lungs. we got to the theater and my bowels felt as though they were going to burst in a marvelous show of flying bodily excrement. i'm glad it did not do that, though. it might have been messy. anyway. i was so excited to be there. however, there were twelve other people in the theater, ten of which REFUSED TO SMILE. they just did not find anything good about don's stuff which is a real shame because he is like an amazing person and all. his new stuff was so great i wanted to dance around the theater. but not just don's stuff was good, though. everything was good. really good. even the ones i didn't like all that much ended up being good somehow. my favorites were (apart from rejected, don's other stuff and mars and beyond, which are all in their own category of spectacularity) strange invaders, fifty percent gray, and das rad. i got really worried when strange invaders started up because it was canadian. canadians are great and all, but their animation makes me sick to my stomach in a real weird way. however, the short was stupendous and i loved everything about it. fifty percent gray was just flat out cool. what i liked about it is that the character in it was human, but didn't try to be TOO realistic as opposed to cathedral, which featured a guy who was realistic but moved around sort of stiffly. meh. vincent played (woo!) and so did billy's balloon (woooo!) and there was this creepy aardman short called "ident", which was still VERY shpiffy. das rad was fucking great, though. it really was. i don't know why "chubb chubbs" won the oscar over it but it really deserved to win. such a neat concept. plus i loved the noise the rocks made when they clanked around. why are people so stupid?? das rad kicked all the ass. since i was in a theater with a bunch of half-dead people, rejected was somewhat uncomfortable. the only thing piercing the silence was me and stweve's obnoxiously loud laughter. but that didn't make it any less than the best thing the world has ever seen. then we applauded it when it doned. it was one of the best experiences of my life to see don's stuff on a big screen and i'm so inspired i just want to draw and draw and draw until i fall asleep and/or die. yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!! saturday was a good day.
i am really geared up for hawaii, which is less than a week from now. i bought a new sketchbook for it and everything. i look forward to the artistic inspiration even though i hate drawing palm trees and beaches. myaagh.
this must be the longest entry ever. go me! i have all these pictures i want to post up here of flügtag, rejected, some underwear i saw lying on the street, my art teacher, etc but my computer is on the verge of death and i'm just trying to back everything up before it go KAPOOOOOT. don't die, baby!! don't die!
i should be working on a collage for government right now but GOD i sure don't feel like it. i'm gonna make it in art tomorrow. it's gonna be a picture of arnold eating a california made out of other governor candidates.
did you know that you can't lick your own elbow?
Thursday, September 11, 2003
Now, see, who would have guessed that I'm a giant squid? A ROBOTIC squid?? I mean, besides the tentacles and the spines and all that. Oh my god, I am kicking so much ass it isn't even funny. How many giant squids can say they shoot LASERS? And I sure as shit don't know anyone else (let alone giant mecha fearless spine laser squids) who have a metal tripod to ride on.
Aww yeah. I rock.
Anyway, so I'm in period five block period computer art right now with nothing to do but sit here with nothing to do as I try not to fall asleep right here at the desk. Oooh golly I'm tired. But everything else is pretty good. I have work this afternoon and I'm not really looking forward to it because work... kinda blows.
I'm very excited because tomorrow I'm-a goin' emo hunting at urban outfitters. With a net and a tazer and some morphine. I'm aimin' to bag me one and it's gonna be a pretty one, too. Stweve's going with me. I'm gonna get him a pair of jeans.
I give you... my dog.
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Monday, September 08, 2003
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Sunday, September 07, 2003
Why the hell does everyone assign so much homework when there's a little thing called sleep? Rawr.
Bought the Blue Submarine No. 6 Special Edition DVD today. It so pwetty. Then Stweve and I had a retard party in my bathroom. Here are the results...
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Lovely, frightening, and erotic. Yes, I know. Stweve is playing the role of Harry Carey, by the way. God bless you, Will Ferrel. My hair is courtesy of my little sister.
I'm going to try to post in my journal a lot more often even though no one really reads it. I promise.
My tip of the day to everyone: Download "Ray of Sunshine" by Wham!. I've been listening to it all day and I do believe I like it.
And now I give you... CUTE EMO BOY!!
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Bought the Blue Submarine No. 6 Special Edition DVD today. It so pwetty. Then Stweve and I had a retard party in my bathroom. Here are the results...
Lovely, frightening, and erotic. Yes, I know. Stweve is playing the role of Harry Carey, by the way. God bless you, Will Ferrel. My hair is courtesy of my little sister.
I'm going to try to post in my journal a lot more often even though no one really reads it. I promise.
My tip of the day to everyone: Download "Ray of Sunshine" by Wham!. I've been listening to it all day and I do believe I like it.
And now I give you... CUTE EMO BOY!!
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
I just danced around my room to Nikki Cleary's rendition of "Walking on Sunshine" and various Justin Timberlake and S Club 7 songs for a whole forty minutes. I ought to do that sort of thing more often.
Although short on funds, I decided to "fuck it all to hell" and buy the Futurama season one box set. After watching only half an episode, I almost cried because I forgot how much I love that show. And because I love to brag about stupid crap, I decided to see if I could dig up the only moment of glory I've ever had. GET READY, KIDDIES!! HERE COMES A HEAPING PILE OF FLAMING GLORIOUS SHIT!! STRAIGHT FOR YOUR FACE!!
Question Satsuka: Do you plan on merchandising "Futurama"? I want action figures!!!
Matt_G There are many merchandising plans in the works, but sadly, no action figures.
Matt_G No. . . for you, we'll do action figures.
Matt_G (Smile)
That was from a live chat with Matt Groening the day Futurama premiered, I think. I was so happy I just about peed myself silly. So now everyone has me to thank for Futurama action figures.
Although short on funds, I decided to "fuck it all to hell" and buy the Futurama season one box set. After watching only half an episode, I almost cried because I forgot how much I love that show. And because I love to brag about stupid crap, I decided to see if I could dig up the only moment of glory I've ever had. GET READY, KIDDIES!! HERE COMES A HEAPING PILE OF FLAMING GLORIOUS SHIT!! STRAIGHT FOR YOUR FACE!!
Question Satsuka: Do you plan on merchandising "Futurama"? I want action figures!!!
Matt_G There are many merchandising plans in the works, but sadly, no action figures.
Matt_G No. . . for you, we'll do action figures.
Matt_G (Smile)
That was from a live chat with Matt Groening the day Futurama premiered, I think. I was so happy I just about peed myself silly. So now everyone has me to thank for Futurama action figures.
Saturday, August 16, 2003
Thursday, July 31, 2003
you know what amazes me sometimes? the fact that a movie like "junior" ever got the greenlight. i just can't help but imagine a bunch of guys in a room pitching movies at each other, and one of them goes, "hey... let's make a movie where a MAN gives BIRTH!!" everything goes silent before a wave of benevolent praise cascades throughout the room. then, suddenly, one of them shouts, "better yet, let's make it ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER giving birth!!" and then, a cry of "and let's put danny devito in it, too!" rises from the creative turmoil. "women will love it! they'll feel like they can finally connect that gap between themselves and men!" they shout. "and guys will love it because arnold is MANLY!" oh yes. everyone will love it. because everyone really wanted to think about a pregnant arnold schwarzenegger. that's exactly the thought that needs to be planted in the minds of millions for decades to come.
and then, in the months following, money is spent on this project and it is made. and not once... NOT ONCE does the thought "wow, this movie is really god awful. maybe we should just stop" cross anyone's mind. no. they just kept going. spending more and more money and then ADVERTISING IT before finally unleashing it, traumatizing people like me for years. i saw half that movie when i was around eight and i still haven't forgotten it.
the world can be such a baffling place.
and then, in the months following, money is spent on this project and it is made. and not once... NOT ONCE does the thought "wow, this movie is really god awful. maybe we should just stop" cross anyone's mind. no. they just kept going. spending more and more money and then ADVERTISING IT before finally unleashing it, traumatizing people like me for years. i saw half that movie when i was around eight and i still haven't forgotten it.
the world can be such a baffling place.
i gave birth to the word "faggort" tonight. i am proud.
my bed is infested with ants and i can't figure out where they're coming from. do they just materialize and bite me? little fuckers. i'll squish them all with my massive ass while i sleep.
i am becoming more and more broke but i somehow must muster (must muster..?) enough money to pay for radiohead and aquabats tickets. and potentially white stripes but let's face it, i can't afford anything more than two dollars anymore. unless it's the cats don't dance dvd... in which case, i buy away!
i ate a caplico stick the size of my arm and so many muscat gummies that i rolled around moaning for awhile (but by no means in a hot or sexy way, mind you) and then i sat down and realized i could grab my stomach WITH MY HANDS AND HOLD IT. oh my god i hate my life. send me hate mail and make me go to the gym, or at least stop me from eating kraft macaroni and cheese. it's getting way out of hand.
maybe i could join the orange county fair as the new premier attraction; "the amazing and terrifying fat albino with parkinson's disease, an enormous head, a bottomless pit for a stomach and body hair like a yeti". people will walk for miles just to witness my horror.
... i just realized that because of the previous two sentences, no one will ever love me again.
sniff. i am especially whiny tonight for someone who has eaten nothing but japanese snackfood and tacos all day. but i guess that's my problem.
senior pictures tomorrow! woopee. i can hardly wait...
my bed is infested with ants and i can't figure out where they're coming from. do they just materialize and bite me? little fuckers. i'll squish them all with my massive ass while i sleep.
i am becoming more and more broke but i somehow must muster (must muster..?) enough money to pay for radiohead and aquabats tickets. and potentially white stripes but let's face it, i can't afford anything more than two dollars anymore. unless it's the cats don't dance dvd... in which case, i buy away!
i ate a caplico stick the size of my arm and so many muscat gummies that i rolled around moaning for awhile (but by no means in a hot or sexy way, mind you) and then i sat down and realized i could grab my stomach WITH MY HANDS AND HOLD IT. oh my god i hate my life. send me hate mail and make me go to the gym, or at least stop me from eating kraft macaroni and cheese. it's getting way out of hand.
maybe i could join the orange county fair as the new premier attraction; "the amazing and terrifying fat albino with parkinson's disease, an enormous head, a bottomless pit for a stomach and body hair like a yeti". people will walk for miles just to witness my horror.
... i just realized that because of the previous two sentences, no one will ever love me again.
sniff. i am especially whiny tonight for someone who has eaten nothing but japanese snackfood and tacos all day. but i guess that's my problem.
senior pictures tomorrow! woopee. i can hardly wait...
Sunday, July 20, 2003
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
life is surprisingly good! i'm drawing a lot and having a lot of fun not having to worry much about anything. ees niiice.
i want to grow up to be ludacris. if i could rap like that man, i would be unstoppable. but i figure... nothing's impossible. so why the hell not? why can't i be like luda? i mean, besides the fact that i'm white like death. but maybe i'll wake up one day and i'll be black. i can only hope.
tell me what you gonna do?
act a fool.
i want to grow up to be ludacris. if i could rap like that man, i would be unstoppable. but i figure... nothing's impossible. so why the hell not? why can't i be like luda? i mean, besides the fact that i'm white like death. but maybe i'll wake up one day and i'll be black. i can only hope.
tell me what you gonna do?
act a fool.
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
good god radiohead makes my head better. the new cd is all sorts of fantasmical good and i am quite pleased with it. tom yorke is a lovely man who only blinks one eye, and i love him for it.
my faith in humanity has been somewhat restored because today, my wallet was found after i thought it had been stolen at SAT testing at a local, very "ghetto" school. twenty dollars still in it!! woo!
hold on, i need to go to the bathroom.
okay, i'm back.
i hate blogs because i can never really write what i want to write in them, you know? cuz someone will see it. therefore i must be vague when i need to complain about something to myself here and it never quite leaves me satisfied. oh well. here i go anyway.
i hate boys. men. guys. hairy smell monsters with flesh logs protruding from their nether regions. you decide what to call them. either way i hate them all. you hear that? all you out there can die except for you and... oh, i guess you. best the rest of you can suck it. or at least let me know what is so horribly wrong with me.
grr.
my head is seized by some sort of misery-inducing pressure in my sinuses and it's driving me a little crazy. this entry is especially whiney. sorry.
my faith in humanity has been somewhat restored because today, my wallet was found after i thought it had been stolen at SAT testing at a local, very "ghetto" school. twenty dollars still in it!! woo!
hold on, i need to go to the bathroom.
okay, i'm back.
i hate blogs because i can never really write what i want to write in them, you know? cuz someone will see it. therefore i must be vague when i need to complain about something to myself here and it never quite leaves me satisfied. oh well. here i go anyway.
i hate boys. men. guys. hairy smell monsters with flesh logs protruding from their nether regions. you decide what to call them. either way i hate them all. you hear that? all you out there can die except for you and... oh, i guess you. best the rest of you can suck it. or at least let me know what is so horribly wrong with me.
grr.
my head is seized by some sort of misery-inducing pressure in my sinuses and it's driving me a little crazy. this entry is especially whiney. sorry.
Saturday, May 31, 2003
Never in my wildest fantasies would I have ever seen myself hanging on the edge of my seat at the movies, huddled in agonizingly wonderful anticipation with tears in my eyes and a stupid grin on my face as I think to myself...
"Ooooh, that is one bad ass motherfuckin' fish right there."
Finding Nemo was beyond phenomenal. I mean, I have always been a huge fan of Pixar. But nothing... NOTHING... could prepare me for the next installment in a series of non-stop ass kicking the beautiful, wonderful, gloriously god-like people of Pixar animation have churned out. I don't know how they do it. I don't know what sort of divine world these people come from. But they are geniuses, all of them. I want to walk up to their studio with nothing on but a toga made out of an old stained bedsheet, and then fall to my knees at the door and kiss the holy ground. Pixar studios is my goddamned Mecca. It is the holiest of lands. Fuck Palestine. The world should be waging war over that small chunk of establishment where animation marvels are made. However it would be a silly war, fought with nerf guns and those stretchy sticky hand thingies that you fling out and hit people with, and they usually come in those little eggs in those vending machines at the super market. Pixar, thank you. I had the crappiest day today and Finding Nemo made me so happy to be alive. Thank you so much. I love you.
I wanted to run out of the theater screaming and crying in pure bliss when I saw the trailer for The Incredibles. I can't even say how excited I am. I'm scared. I'm SCARED of it. I can't imagine anything better than what I've seen from these people and yet I know it's coming. It's terrifying but the best thing ever at the same time. I love you, Pixar. I love you more than pie.
... which is saying a lot.
Prom is tomorrow. Wonder how that'll go...
"Ooooh, that is one bad ass motherfuckin' fish right there."
Finding Nemo was beyond phenomenal. I mean, I have always been a huge fan of Pixar. But nothing... NOTHING... could prepare me for the next installment in a series of non-stop ass kicking the beautiful, wonderful, gloriously god-like people of Pixar animation have churned out. I don't know how they do it. I don't know what sort of divine world these people come from. But they are geniuses, all of them. I want to walk up to their studio with nothing on but a toga made out of an old stained bedsheet, and then fall to my knees at the door and kiss the holy ground. Pixar studios is my goddamned Mecca. It is the holiest of lands. Fuck Palestine. The world should be waging war over that small chunk of establishment where animation marvels are made. However it would be a silly war, fought with nerf guns and those stretchy sticky hand thingies that you fling out and hit people with, and they usually come in those little eggs in those vending machines at the super market. Pixar, thank you. I had the crappiest day today and Finding Nemo made me so happy to be alive. Thank you so much. I love you.
I wanted to run out of the theater screaming and crying in pure bliss when I saw the trailer for The Incredibles. I can't even say how excited I am. I'm scared. I'm SCARED of it. I can't imagine anything better than what I've seen from these people and yet I know it's coming. It's terrifying but the best thing ever at the same time. I love you, Pixar. I love you more than pie.
... which is saying a lot.
Prom is tomorrow. Wonder how that'll go...
Sunday, May 11, 2003
oh my GOD. so like, i haven't updated this thing in years.
so much has been happening that i'm not even going to start reciting every interesting bit of information that has happened to me in the past few months. it's not worth the time. or the pain in my nubby fingers.
i can tell a funny story, though. a pigeon came into my work and then started flying into the window because it was freaking out. i was freaking out, too, because i'm sitting there with a broom in hand and stephanie laughing her ass off and calling me stupid for letting the thing in. then, some guy came in and asked for some towels, grabbed the pigeon, and let it out. then he knocked over an ENTIRE TRAY of peanut apples and walked out. i was like, dude, jesus. but i couldn't charge him because he DID get rid of pigeon nightmare what came from heck.
... have i even mentioned on this thing that i got a job? well, whether i did or didn't, i got a job at the rocky mountain chocolate factory downtown. i got it back in like, february. i'm too lazy to look up when i last updated this blog thingy.
i'm working on a new site layout. trying to, at least. i seem to have lost my ability to draw. i'm so sorry. i'm a worthless sack of flesh.
instead of doing homework and writing shitty essays and whatnot, i keep making things like this.
i'm scared of what i've become.
rock your body, justin timberlake.
so much has been happening that i'm not even going to start reciting every interesting bit of information that has happened to me in the past few months. it's not worth the time. or the pain in my nubby fingers.
i can tell a funny story, though. a pigeon came into my work and then started flying into the window because it was freaking out. i was freaking out, too, because i'm sitting there with a broom in hand and stephanie laughing her ass off and calling me stupid for letting the thing in. then, some guy came in and asked for some towels, grabbed the pigeon, and let it out. then he knocked over an ENTIRE TRAY of peanut apples and walked out. i was like, dude, jesus. but i couldn't charge him because he DID get rid of pigeon nightmare what came from heck.
... have i even mentioned on this thing that i got a job? well, whether i did or didn't, i got a job at the rocky mountain chocolate factory downtown. i got it back in like, february. i'm too lazy to look up when i last updated this blog thingy.
i'm working on a new site layout. trying to, at least. i seem to have lost my ability to draw. i'm so sorry. i'm a worthless sack of flesh.
instead of doing homework and writing shitty essays and whatnot, i keep making things like this.
i'm scared of what i've become.
rock your body, justin timberlake.
Saturday, January 11, 2003
Spent the entire day wandering a portion of the planet with nothing but my ZIM bag, my iPod, a pair of headphones, and a dream. I'm trying to get a job, which is... interesting. Let's all hope for the best, hmm?
I love going places on my own. Don't get me wrong, it's awesome to go places with my friends (I have a blast), but it's also very liberating to just go out into the world and observe it. It gives me time to think. I just feel so... independent.
I saw Adaptation. It was GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD BOY HOWDY!! I loved it some. Very clever and funny and allll sorts of nice things. Then I saw a calendar with bunnies on it.
187 DAYS UNTIL THE COMIC CON!!! I got a postcard in the mail. Woobee!!
And then I ate a crepe.
FRANCE!!!
I love going places on my own. Don't get me wrong, it's awesome to go places with my friends (I have a blast), but it's also very liberating to just go out into the world and observe it. It gives me time to think. I just feel so... independent.
I saw Adaptation. It was GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD BOY HOWDY!! I loved it some. Very clever and funny and allll sorts of nice things. Then I saw a calendar with bunnies on it.
187 DAYS UNTIL THE COMIC CON!!! I got a postcard in the mail. Woobee!!
And then I ate a crepe.
FRANCE!!!
Wednesday, January 01, 2003
HAPPY NOO YERR!!
Haven't been posting much lately, although not too much besides eating, sleeping, movie watching, and grappling with injustice happened.
Part of me is now at peace because after long years of searching, I have found a group of nerds to play "Magic the Gathering" with. I was hanging out with some friends, it was all nice and good, we decide to go over another friend's house... and BOOM!! There was a nerd Magic card orgy going on. Being one of the only two and a half females on the planet that like the game, I was very excited.
Thusly, I spent my New Years hunched around a table battling ten other people. All male. I quickly merged into a comfortable social zone by handing out postcards featuring provocative half-naked Calvin Klein underwear models. I already fit in. The boys then gave them captions which made me laugh for a good long time, so I recreated them below.
And there you have it. However, through strenuous hours of experimentation, it was found that, when combined, the sultry models form something along the lines of this:
Frightening, isn't it?
I was going to write more but my head is seized by some of the most horrible allergies I've ever known. I want to be shot.
Haven't been posting much lately, although not too much besides eating, sleeping, movie watching, and grappling with injustice happened.
Part of me is now at peace because after long years of searching, I have found a group of nerds to play "Magic the Gathering" with. I was hanging out with some friends, it was all nice and good, we decide to go over another friend's house... and BOOM!! There was a nerd Magic card orgy going on. Being one of the only two and a half females on the planet that like the game, I was very excited.
Thusly, I spent my New Years hunched around a table battling ten other people. All male. I quickly merged into a comfortable social zone by handing out postcards featuring provocative half-naked Calvin Klein underwear models. I already fit in. The boys then gave them captions which made me laugh for a good long time, so I recreated them below.
And there you have it. However, through strenuous hours of experimentation, it was found that, when combined, the sultry models form something along the lines of this:
Frightening, isn't it?
I was going to write more but my head is seized by some of the most horrible allergies I've ever known. I want to be shot.
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