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5 O'Clock
I need some Saturday evening friends. People to go do crazy things with. Or at least get out of the house. After spending 10 hours doing homework, I need dinner and dessert. Except no one is available.
I'm make a web page where Saturday friends can be bought.
Antici....................pation
Freddy and Jason! Freddy and Jason! Freddy and Jason! I sure hope it doesn't suck.
Major power outage hits New York
It's the rise of the machines. Those movies were right.
Avoidance Is The Best Medicine
I've become so disillusioned with school that I don't do the homework until I absolutely have to. I'm a bad, bad student.
I've spent all morning cleaning up my room, and throwing shit away I don't need anymore. Computer programs that are 10 years out of date. Stuff like that. I even found my XM Radio remote, which I lost the second day I owned the system.
Remotes shouldn't be that small.
Okay. Homework. Must. Do. Homework.
Lost!
Lost In La Mancha: ****
I had a conversation with JC (Yes! JESUS!) about Lost in La Mancha, and how he felt worse for the investors who were actually losing money on this deal, when you're made to feel sorry for Gilliam. And, if I was suppose to be suckered and feel sorry for Gilliam, it worked. Watching him just feel worse and worse that this film he's wanted to make for 10 years isn't going to happen was just a sad scene. You could see this artist just break inside that he wasn't going to be the artist he wanted to.
The only downside, and it wasn't really a downside, is that it wasn't nearly as funny as the trailers made it seem. But oh well.
Blech
My eyes are on fire. I think the ill has taken over. I'm watching a Marx Brothers documentary since I've taken the day off.
Flash Pants
Flash Mobs are the new orange.
Deeds
What was my rating system? Six stars?
Mr. Deeds:***
It was cute. Never will Adam Sandler top the completely moronic of Billy Madison or Happy Gilmore. He's too PG-13 now. Punch Drunk Love was amazing and rated R. But Mr. Deeds was cute. John Turturro is hilarious. Winona Ryder is my dream girl.
........yeah
You know. Art is not instantaneous. Art is not always kinetic. The processes behind how things get done are not exciting, or necessarily visual, or opaque enough that someone who may be watching from 30 feet away will see a constant process. So when a supervisor who pretends to care, but is just as much concerned about watching her own back, while going on long coffee breaks makes comments about me not working? She can go to hell. A fiery hell. Do NOT assume just because I'm talking for an extended period of time nothing is getting done. No I cannot make you a congratulations banner right now, because I'm too busy preparing a presentation I was told about on Monday. Yes, I was working last night even if you make a stupid comment like you did this morning about "You didn't seem to busy last night, buddy." Dont' call me buddy. You're life will be forfeit if you use that word in that patronizing and demeaning tone you just used. I'm sorry that I'm not vibrating with excitement and constant work. Maybe if they'd give me one of the new computers we have, instead of giving them to people who will now be able to play solitaire at much faster speeds, I'd be able to get my shit done quicker. But never you mind the fact that I've been the hardest working person in this department all summer. I've been correcting people's mistakes. I've been covering the asses of those who don't do the work. Breaks? Lunches? I haven't had a break in weeks. Lunch? My last few have been in my office, helping people between bites because I'm also the only person at the desk. Did you ask me what I was working on? No. You don't know just how many things I've got going on right now. Posters. Newsletters. Bulletin Boards. Presentations. Reports. These all take time, even though you apparently think otherwise. Those of you who spend your day chatting, and sitting there, while I do my thing. Those of you who are quick to point out the one time I do relax instead of constantly stressing out to get things done. You, and people like you, who take me for granted, without paying me what I deserve, because I don't have a degree can go to hell. And rot there.
Radio Europe
I may sound like a shill for XM Radio, but sweet bejeebus, I haven't listened to an actual radio station in two months. What's the point? I've heard more new music on this than XM plays. It's almost ridiculous. You want to ask, "Did the radio stations on the actual radio lose all the copies of these songs?" And commercial free? Best thing ever. I wake up to great edgy alternative music from the late 80s slash early 90s, and I go to bed to Sinatra era jazz. What's not to like? Aside from the price that is.
Devil Fun
Is it wrong that I really want to type fucked up shit into this so I can see what the Google search ad comes up? Like, what would come up if I typed in "Cooking Babies for Dummies?" Would it look up recipes? I'm intrigued by the technology.
Late Night Alright
Work on the Invisible Wives page continues. Got the "about" page finished. Unless they want actual bio information on there. Then it's all downhill. But it looks good. MM's basic design is easy to work with. Pays to deal with other artists. Makes my life easier.
Ooh. I gots mail!
Party All The Time
So, we're going out dancing and dining for MF's birthday in December. And yeah it seems a long way from now, but last week it was May. And so, I'm thinking ahead for the betterment of my sanity.
I told MF we need to go shopping, or at least look for things online, since I don't have any quality dancing dining clothes. And seriously...I don't even know where to begin looking. I'm such the artist slob.
Note To Me
Remember this for the book:
"She died the way she lived. A flaming wreck."
Rejoicing
Am I a bad person for being happy that a family of children who have consistently been an annoying thorn in my side is finally leaving? It is weird and slightly sad that even though I've been at best, apathetic to them, and at worst, downright mean, that the smallest of the kids came up to me teary-eyed to tell me they were leaving. I felt bad that underneath my "sadness" I was thinking "HALLELUJAH! QUIET!"
Lack of words
No. I didn't get someone pregnant, like the last post seems to lead on. If I did get someone pregnant, I must be God himself, because I don't remember having any fun. It's just a concern I have while I get older. People have children and there's always a concern that you'll lose contact with them because their life becomes the children.
I feel like I should be posting more. Making good with the whole "blog" idea. But minus the manic fun I had when I started this, I just don't have much to talk about.
When to MM's party tonight. That was some wicked fun. Enjoy hanging out with everyone. I feel more like myself with those guys then I did with the other group. I can be tasteless. I can be immature. I don't have to worry about "acting my age" because that's what we're suppose to do at 27.
So yeah. Good night. Good times. Want more vegan chocolate slash peanut butter cake.
Yup
From Hissyfit.com:
"Your friends without kids will feel like they have nothing in common with you anymore."
Yup. That's my fear.
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