Archive | January, 2010

red morning light

31 Jan

So: good news! I am going to Paris this summer! I am ridiculously excited! This will very well make me jump around like a bunch of angry bees…
Wait, that made no sense, but I DON’T CARE! So excited!
Unfortunately, this means Bonnaroo is a no-go, much to my dismay. But there is always next year. I will go to Bonnaroo eventually, mark my words.
So, just wrote my essay thing for the application, it is pretty alright but needs some revision, which I’m going to do in a few days. Well, when I’m finally able to do the application online (the internet has been running ridiculously slowly lately).

Tomorrow: THINK TANK YEAH!

Later this week: NEW PICTURES WILL BE UP, MAYBE!

Have a good day, y’alls. Might write more later, if I feel so inclined.

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mistaken for strangers

30 Jan

jeez.
I have got to start thinking about what I write on here, as when I write I forget who is gonna read it. Basically, I am going to mention people (specific people) less often, and focus on stuff that happened to me and how I feel about it, not the whole story behind it. I have a hard time not going into detail when I write, hence the near-ridiculous level of it that I go into. I apologize profusely. I am also going to go back to some of my earlier posts and change some names around, just for anons sake.

Well- besides all that above stuff- nothing really happened today. I baked beets. I chopped up half an avocado and ate it in a sandwich. It was delicious…
Oh, fuck. I’m not going to be able to write like this for very long, it’s not my nature. I like to write about other people, as my life is not that interesting: certainly not interesting enough to warrant its own blog. Geez- maybe in a few days I’ll try again with thw whole “don’t mention anything you’ll regret” thing. And in actuality, I haven’t even scraped the surface of that particular glacier. There is a lot that I haven’t shared here. There is a lot that I will probably never share with anyone.

I cannot type well anymore, so goodnight all. Bleehhh.

(oh, and in case you’re wondering why I’m blogging this late, it’s because I was walking the dog before bed. True story.)

progress: nil.

30 Jan

okay, why are you all so hard to draw?
So far I’ve managed to sketch Rayquan (but that was easy since he’s a guy), but daaaaang you guys, KATHLEEN especially, are ridiculously difficult to draw. FFFFFFF…

Gonna keep working on it.

please do not panic

30 Jan

this kid is going to go places, or at least his fashion sense will:

Funny Baby Photos - Milk and ultra-violence

you should be grateful to your mother, small child.

NOW, THE BEETHOVEN, YOU GROZNY MALCHICKYWICKS!

we looked like giants

29 Jan

I used to love that song, back when I was in my über-Deathcab phase and would listen to nothing but that and Radiohead. Oh, middle school, you plague me to this day.
Well.
Got back from a house party a few blocks down, and frankly I am a little disappointed in the people around me. All the kids there were only there trying to get drunk or get laid, and I definitely wasn’t gonna do either (first one: parents would laugh as I puke my guts out the next morning, then punish me senseless, second one: not now, thanks.) I ended up beasting out on Smash Bros Melee (only because I was the only sober one in the place.), which was nice. Someone brought a joint and was smoking it outside…
I left at ten.
I am not a party person to begin with, and that shindig wrenched me quite forcibly out of my preferred spectrum. Well, at least I got some music-talk into there- there was a girl (Skye?) that knew who Cold War Kids and Arcade Fire were, which lessened my growing apprehension. A bit.
Well- I feel bad for lettin’ you down, Ryan, but I already said yes and wasn’t about to go back on my word- hope you understand.
Also, I discovered:
Jagermeister is VILE. Do not drink it under any circumstance other than trying to kill your tastebuds with cold alcoholic cough syrup. Bleh. I would much rather prefer a nice red wine. (If I had to choose an alcoholic drink, it’d be wine. I like wine. A lot.)

Gonna try and sleep, my eyelids are getting heavy. Night.

sleepyhead.

i am glad you are 256 colours too

29 Jan

Title is a Black Moth Super Rainbow song, but really has no relevance to anyhing that happened today.
Well, it was a pretty normal day: Ryan yelled at me for messing with his hair, Wil talkedabout shoegaze bands I’d never heard of, Lil pushed me into a pole (twice), etcetera. Probably one of the most “normal” days I’ve had in a long time, which is actually kind of relieving.
Been thinking about Hove and Taschen more often, but the issue has been delegated to the back of my mind for the moment. Taschen has been giving me these passing glances that make me nearly stop in my tracks, which is extremely disconcerting and makes my ears go red. Luckily my hair is long enough to cover them, but still…
Whatever. Nothing is going to happen for a while, so I might as well lay low and take some stress off (not that I’m stressing out about anything.)
One more thing before I go- I am finally finally at peace with Fauberge and Shuggie- or, as you may know them better, Lillian and Wil. I no longer have to supress tears when I see them walk by together (I suspect Lil has told Wil about me and my crying spree and is being extremely kind by not making out/making kissy faces when I’m around… Or maybe they just think it’s awkward at school. Who knows.). I am eternally grateful to the both of them for helping me realize quite a few things and for opening my eyes to what I’d been too narrow-minded to see. Thank you, both of you.

Might as well end on an uplifting note, eh?
Will write more later.

stories of the eye

28 Jan

BLACK MOTH SUPER RAINBOW!
Listening to them at the moment (thank you, Jenna w/ a J) and kind of zoning out. My mother has insisted that this is music for “potheads”, which I am not. I like the beat. It is sort of danceable, if you are so inclined.
Well, talked to Will today about maybe being a bassist for his band project thing, “Vladmir and (something)”. He is writing songs, they sound wonderful, I am going to maybe try and write some lyrics for him if I can figure out something not overused.
Also: I did some midnight drabbles last night, here they are:
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the occasion is nothing more than an organised animal therapy session underneath the banyan tree- let your hobbit children like your hobbit feet entirely embarass the horrible things these terrible terrorist boys did. They peed on trees. Yes, I hae conclusive information. You know how glass is clear at the top, not where you break it
You know you’d like to become a dainty wonderkind, haha my Genna is better.
Not really asms! It’s wonderful! But herieteing we’re going to mule a child in Ney York and phallic’s favorite attack
of the beaties, of the windows beneath our studies, will ferrell’s end may not be that tall not taking boss residing
In human form is merely a parable to consider as hamster bread
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No comment about that one. I think strangely whilst tipping off of sleep’s cliff.

The last few days have actually been rather nice and relaxing, kind of like being in a warm steam room (but still being able to breathe non-steamy breaths). I am going to do some stuff in the next few days that will not make me regret anything. This is good!
Although I am starting to get a little antsy about tout les trucs.
I might write an entire post in Frenglish, one that will deal wih some pretty heavy stuff. People’s names/codenames will be mushed around if I choose to mention any of them.

All this and more, with the next installment of YELLING LOUDLY AT SMALL CHILDREN:The Book: The Movie: The Pretty Okay Video Game: The Blog.