Projects I'm currently freaking out about:
1) Five photography projects due by the first week of February. I'm in the final stages of my first one right now. Goddamnit. -- I decided, in the architecture study album I'm doing, to do gold and silver detail in vines around the pictures and clippings. I am now both mentally and physically kicking myself. And believe you me, kicking oneself is a great feat in and of itself.
2) Information File #2 -- I finished number one, but thought nothing of n -- *pauses to watch quizzically as my mom dances past, mouthing the words to 'Eventually' by Pink and twirling Brad's tie around like a rejected, drunken gymnast. Nod.* ANYWAY, ahem, I haven't even begun that little Information Collective, but I'm looking a big fat ZERO in the face if I don't have it done by next week.
3) Oral Presentation -- On Wednesday I have a giant presentation on the history of Superstition. But, big yay, related to this presentation I had a written report on 'Animal Farm', and got a 90 on it.. hurrah. I feel like dancing with a tie and carrying on the family tradition.
4) Short Story for Writer's Craft. I think I'll just search the archives for this one. Perhaps reusing a story I handed in in Grade Six, about a gay murderers who kill an elderly woman for what she knows about their sordid foot fetish. Or something. I'm guessing I have repressed issues concerning the novelization of that tale...perhaps relating to when Mel and Sarah and I dressed my dad up in drag, applied eyeshadow to his sweaty lids and gave him soccer balls for breasts. He spent the entire night rubbing the indentation of the air holes. Oh, the nightmares...
Saturday, January 12, 200205:12 p.m.
listening to; Serve the Ego / Jewel
reading; Obernewtyn by Isobelle Carmody
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Hugga Bunch
Do you guys remember those dolls? That liked to hug? Right. Well, as of late I've been foraying into the beloved toys of my childhood, and came across this site, a delightful example of Toys 'R' Us on acid. With subtitles like "Huggins with eczema or is she the serial killer one....", who doesn't feel nostalgic?
And how about, the 'Don't Drink and Drive' version of 'Impkins'? Where the animated writing says, "Why can't you see the picture? What happened to Impkins when she crossed the road?"
(Btw, my childhood hugga bunch? The much abused Patooty.)
Saturday, January 12, 200203:30 p.m.
listening to; Serve the Ego / Jewel
reading; Obernewtyn by Isobelle Carmody
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Creepy.
Link via LittleYellowDifferent... Creepy. Stare at the image, focus on the doorway, wait for awhile. When you see it, you'll know.
Saturday, January 12, 200203:02 p.m.
listening to; Serve the Ego / Jewel
reading; Obernewtyn by Isobelle Carmody
So... things that have happened... uhm... (imaginary clock ticks silently away. Someone coughs. I rack my brain. Then realize, WAIT A MINUTE, nothing's HAPPENED. Wow.) I did set up an Emergency Backup Blog in case such a server atrocity happens again. More updated information can be found at my other'blogs. Although I did NOTHING, so mostly those entries consist of rambling, then targeting things for ridicule. Like assless pants, for instance.
Thursday, January 10, 200211:52 p.m.
listening to; Serve the Ego / Jewel
reading; Obernewtyn by Isobelle Carmody
I just got back from the library -- a place where I spent much of my afternoon researching buildings in Thunder Bay and then photocopying them until my fingers were cracked and dry and I could no longer pick up the stiff pieces of oaktag and paper. And I get to do the same exciting thing AGAIN. So, yay for THAT.
Plus, in the realm of repetitive dreaming I've dreamt about zombies for the past few nights. But to make matters worse, if that wasn't both psychotic, frightening and 'Night of the Living Dead' enough, last night's dream had a special guest: Michael Jackson. In all of his Thriller garb. Reaching out with yellow eyes in a overly-large, too short red leather jacket. Then, from bad too worse: suddenly I changed characters and was no longer fending off legions of the undead, but BECAME Jacko, who was not really a zombie but a confused black guy jumping out a window onto a tree sometime in the late 80's. If that makes sense. At least I didn't have the urge to collect small children, monkeys or Elizabeth Taylor.
Friday, January 4, 200204:56 p.m.
listening to; Serve the Ego / Jewel
reading; Obernewtyn by Isobelle Carmody
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Grrrroar. Not quite a "grr" not quite a "roar".
I hate it when I finish an entry and then get an "Internal Server" problem, then press back and find that Lo and Behold, the entry of pure genius I had just written is no longer there. Its a shame no one ever gets to see these entries, by the way. They continually, suspiciously, mysteriously disappear in all their glory.
There was an incident outside of Schreiber today -- my parents were on their way home but got stuck at Nipigon where they spent the afternoon hanging out with truckers and crazy teenagers running from the law. Or both.
"Look, Sue-Ann, I really want to elope with you, especially after we stole this car together, but I just don't have the money to pay for a priest. So, I've talked to this trucking company, and there willing to let me work there -- look, I even got a plaid shirt and a complimentary hat to start off with. Later on their going to give me the traditional grizzled, eternally tired makeover, and once I've saved up enough money you can pop out a few kids and stay at home while I'm continually on the road. Then, you'll be able to have an affair, and I'll catch you with the Jerry Springer cam trying to climb out of our bedroom window pantsless with your boyfriend."
And my dad might've married them then and there. Or given them a tent in our backyard, some eggs and free towels. Not only could that happen, it has happened. (Eg, the two runaways that camped out in our backyard and were bombarded with Sarah and I's amateurish baking. -- Hard, overcooked chocolate ball anyone?)
PS: I wrote this yesterday, but that pesky server problem foiled my plans.
Thursday, January 3, 200207:04 p.m.
listening to; Serve the Ego / Jewel
reading; Obernewtyn by Isobelle Carmody
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Happy New Year!!
Or as I call it, the time that I make another half-assed resolution I'll never stick to.
I assume you all had as much fun as I did. To compare, let me list in point form:
-Firstly, I was going to go out to my relatives but then when other plans arose, I cancelled my former plans. But then plans that cancelled the other plans came up, and then those plans were also cancelled until I was planless and worried and picturing myself ringing in the New Year alone consecuetively for the next sixty years of my life until I died, again alone, in my house and became food for my 77 cats, all named after famous movie stars and former presidents. However, then more plans seemed to form between 7:00 and New Years, until lo and behold, the night came together in a flurry of inactivity with small bouts of "stuff happening." I think that clears it up, yes?
-I got a burger. Upon biting into it, I chipped my tooth. I'm not sure how that happened. Its nothing major. If I came from the Deep South, that is. It does make me a little scared of Burger King hamburgers though.
Because I don't want to go through everything -- this is the smallest sum up I can think of :
-Got stopped by police. Interrogated about drunk driving. Turns out I was just retarded and drove through the RIDE program. Damn police officers just NEED to stop wearing black in the middle of the road, though. Wasn't frisked. Disappointed.
-Attempted to drive to Old Fort William. Got lost with Alicia. Ended up a few miles away. Had to ask for directions. Mocked by hotel clerk. "Y'know, it really isn't that hard to find it." Walked away in shame. With stolen hotel memorabilia.
-Played Truth Or Dare with Lizzy, Brad, Sean & Alicia. Found out I shouldn't pick Truth so much. Embarrassing.
Made Alicia go to Mike's Mart and ask where Mike's Mart was. The clerks told her. (Eg, "Do you know where Mike's Mart is?" .... "Well, it depends. There's one on Dawson's right up there.. there's one in Northwood..."
Thats about all I can really sum up right now. Although, at midnight, Lizzy and I were in the car picking up pizza. We did the countdown but I turned the radio dial at the last minute and lost the time. When the clock came back on it was already 12.
Tuesday, January 1, 200201:50 p.m.
listening to; Serve the Ego / Jewel
reading; Obernewtyn by Isobelle Carmody
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Wisdom: Living outside Santa's front door with a camera, tracker, and Stalking For Dummies 364 days a year. On Christmas, I knock out Blitzen and attempt to fly...
