What's going on in my life? I dunno. Stuff. Like anybody else. Several comic pages to do, lots of writing that is necessary, and I no longer have the weird illness that made me super tired all the time for no-good reason.
I also seriously need to see the Curious George movie. For real.
Time to work.Nuværende humør:  busy Nuværende musik: Cannibal! The Musical |
So I thought it was weird that I kept checking the time and it was 5:10ish, but I just figgered that I was being all panicky and checking a lot. Then I saw my computer clock said 6:10.
I totally just got batteries put into this watch around a month ago. This means my Eeyore watch is broked and I'm throughly distraught over it. HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BREAK. Just because I've had him since 8th grade does NOT mean he can break now, dammit. Especially during finals and with all the plane flyin' I'll be doing next week.......
I went through the same thing when my Mickey Mouse (the kind where his arms are the clock hands? Yeah, you know they're badass) broke in 8th grade and I got Eeyore to replace him. Mickey lasted from 2nd to 8th.
There's 2 alternate watches that I've got, but their batteries are both dead because I only wore them about 3 times apiece and then forgot I had them. So I guess I have to rely on my cell phone for getting to class and whatnot like the rest of the boring world.
This is totally worthy of posting on Livejournal, by the way. I'm very attached to having a non-digital watch on my wrist.
I feel nakie. ;.;
Edit, 3 minutes later: So he's not QUITE dead, but appears to be on his deathbed. I'd stared at him for 3 to 5 minutes without him moving, and now his seconds hand has started up again and going fine. EEYORE, DON'T GO INTO A COMA, PLEEEEEEEEEASE. ;___;Nuværende humør:  crushed Nuværende musik: Taps for Eeyore ;.; |
50 panel storyboard + 3 page comic x Due Monday = LINDSAY HEAD ESPLODE!!!
Back to work. I'm actually making really good time, yet it still seems like I'm not as far as I should be. AGH. *esplode esplode esplode*Nuværende humør:  panicky |
AGH!
There. I'm fine now.
Back to homework.Nuværende humør: discontent |
Holy mother! I didn't realize how much stuff I had to go through for school! And I haven't even MESSED with the clothes. (But I'm usually pretty simple with that stuff -- just grab shirt and toss 'em in the case...) There's a large quantity of stuff I have to do before I go that doesn't involve packing too, but is more than fairly important, like getting craploads of quarters for laundry and a very impromptu appointment that had to be made today to the orthodontist. No, I don't wear my retainer. Yes, its because I have to wear a bitey-thing for my TMJ. You can make the retainer more comfortable? By all means, do so!
I had a list of things that I wrote at the start of summer that I wanted to get accomplished. I'll have to take a look-see at that before leaving. I know for sure that I took care of the "Earn craploads of money" part. It felt kinda weird not going to work today. I had to keep reminding myself that it was Tuesday, which in turn reminded me that tomorrow is Wednesday and the day after that Thrusday, and after THAT day I can leave. I CAN LEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE.
I should stop being so eager considering I don't have everything ready yet though. Eh heh.
Space Bags are your FRIENDS. Especially when you can't use the car topper anymore because it cuts in on the gas milage. Wheeeeeeeeeeee!Nuværende humør: anxious Nuværende musik: The Rat Pack |
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So I've got more than a suitable idea of what I plan on doing with my life, and somehow, it still involves my dinky little quiltown of Paducah and also includes comics. Fancy that. Working downtown this summer, I've gotten more than fairly attached to the downtown area, which is really nice, has a lot going for it, and is creepily similar to Savannah on multiple occasions. (The day squares and Spanish moss starts popping up, I'm leaving. For shizzle.)
But it's also become more than painfully apparent that, after a certain time period (somewhere around 8 to 9 pm, give or take...) there's nothing to DO in the town, save for going to Books-A-Million. Or eating.
As such, it is my sworn duty to open a coffee shop, one with suitable hours so the people of Paducah have a place to hang out, because currently, there is no "hang out" place, unless you go to someone else's house. This would be very much so like The Ugly Mug...only without the crazy overly zealous Southern Baptists who ask everyone if they've found Jesus...In that, I mean the evening hours sort of thing, with live local bands and lots and lots of chai. Not to mention possible specialty rooms, like a room to borrow a DVD for a buck or two and watch it with your friends and a kiddie corner cuz kids are cute when they're not middle schoolers. The fun part is getting a building with apartments upstairs for studios, as Shnelly has declared that this is a dandy idea indeed and plans to be my artist apartment buddy and person who will figure out business stuff, since SCAD apparently doesn't HAVE business courses. (If any SCADies can find any business classes listed, more power to ya. I can't find 'em.)
Sell coffee, draw comics, sell more coffee, draw more comics, give this freakin' town a neat place to chill, sell prints, etcetera, etcetera, did I just type out etc? I thought so.
But me and Shnelly have to finish school first, so we have time to perfect our art, as well as learn about the coffee business and, oh yeah, how to make coffee. By then, the people that are running a cafe in the building that's perfect for our shop will be gone...
In short, if you happen to have furniture that you don't want in, oh, a few years, give it to us. Especially cushy couches. If you have furniture now........save it?
Having found my focus after watching 2 episodes of CSI and a chunk of Monk, I'm gonna go back to finishing the comic for Joe and ponder more about coffee later. Ooooo, but I'm a sleepy-ish. But I had grape juice loaded with sugar. Bad, bad choices me be making.
For serious! Going to make this town NOT boring after 8 pm!
5. Aug., 2005 @ 23:38
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Harry Potter + PowerPuff Girl style = LOVE
Totally have the wallpaper with Snape and Dumbledore on my computer. Much loves.
Other than that, life's life. Kicking myself in the rear for ever deciding to try and donate stuff because it's apparently more trouble than it's worth, mostly on the side of Mum and Dad ("But this was your favorite toy!" "No, I kept the favorite one..." and "Aww, but these are so CUTE..." "Then YOU keep them!") And let's not forget tax deductions. Remind me to ask the next hobo I give 5 bucks to for a receipt.
Anywho, haven't been workin' as much as I should on Joe's comic, so Imma go do that now, after getting off course way too much this evening. Won't happen tomorrow, by golly. And I means it.
25. Jul., 2005 @ 21:08
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| » Damnable book |
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Oh my God I have the freakin' book and if I ever say "Sure, Mom, I'll go to the midnight thingie and pick up both our books Friday night" instead of getting them Saturday morning like a reasonable person, shoot me in the face with a piano cannon.
Seriously.
16. Jul., 2005 @ 00:30
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| » Meds meds meds |
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My mind decided to spontaneously explode in unwanted feelings of boredom mixed with self worthlessness and guilt. This is an odd mixture of sorts, and the first thing I do now if my brain starts to go the wrong direction is ask myself "Did you take your medicine today?" which is getting rather annoying and confusing as well, as I can't tell the difference between what is normal thinking and what's that bad stuff that I'm on the meds for.
I mean, it could be WORSE, it just kinda popped up within the last 10 minutes or so. Mostly feel guilty cuz I chewed Cory out on his post about loosing his luggage while in France, which incidentally is my big huge luggage thingie that I have for going to school with. Guess my comment wasn't joking enough as I meant it to be, or I'm a dipshit who can't tell what situations merit joking/teasing or whatnot. Maybe a little of everything.
I started to type about some things I did recently, but I'm too unnerved now because of the spontaneous "bad stuff". Lindsay, dear, did you take your medicine?
Yes, dammit, leave me the hell alone.
And no, I don't care if I announce it on the internet. Who the fuck cares? I've got like, 4 people that read my shit anyway or somethin'. I dunno. Yes, I'm on antidepressants. Yes, they're helping. Yes, it was suggested because I seemed to think the concept of falling off a 6 story building was a good idea one night. No, I don't know why I thought that. Probably because I'm stupid. Except that's the wrong line of thinking, so disregard that last remark. The honest truth is I don't know why I thought that, but I haven't considered such a thing since then, which means the meds are good, so I should stop my bitch whining and live with the fact I'm going to constantly doublecheck myself to make sure I took them each day. Because it's better than the alternative I was living. 'Sides, they're only for 6 months, then my brain will have recovered fully. Maybe.
In other news, I have a new bookshelf that is quite tall and can hold all of my books. Glee.
5. Jul., 2005 @ 21:47
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| » Attention SCAD Students! |
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Under no circumstance should you ever, ever, and I mean ever go to the medical clinc that SCAD suggests visiting if you are sick. A more suitable solution for your illness would be to simply fall over and DIE.
So I've been getting these 1-800 numbers poppin' up on my cell phone for the last week or so, but I've never been able to actually catch the person on the other end. I either missed the call or the person hung up when I picked up the phone. The other day, I managed to pick it up, only to have a recorded message saying things like "It would be in your best interests to contact us. We've been trying to reach you. (Lather, rinse, repeat message but never actually say what they want)"
Today, I pick it up and have an actual living person on the other end (LE GASP!) who happens to be from a collection agency, giving me a curtesy call on behalf of medical clinic I visited in January/February. He stated that they had not recieved the 184 dollars that I owed them for the 2 visits to the doctor (the one that gave me freakin' horse pills that did nothing but knock me out....then eventually gave me something that worked). The same clinic that I gave my insurance information to twice, and the same one that my mom spent over a week trying to contact their billing department, where we assume only one person works and is always on vacation, due to the amount of unanswered calls and repeated voice messaging systems. Anyway, yeah, LEGAL ACTION for something that we tried our darnedest to fix. Except they never seemed to give us the right information to pay them.
I have no problems paying money that I owe! But if you're not gonna answer your damned phone or file the insurance that I give you (Which, surprise, surprise, our insurance never heard from the people) or give the CORRECTION FSCKIN' ADDRESS OR PHONE NUMBER ON YOUR BILLING STATEMENT...then why the crap call a collection agency on me?! ASS-FREAKIN'-HOLES. Dad's POed cuz this sort of thing goes on your credit score. Which, I don't really have yet cuz I've never had a credit card, so this would just make me look worse. Again: ASSHOLES!
Yeah, anyway.... Next time I get sick at SCAD? Just gonna let the virus consume me and kill me or turn me into a zomzie or whatever.
17. Jun., 2005 @ 19:54
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| » Update from work, la la |
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Because using the internet at home fills me with sadness and dispair, la la. I need to get back to formatting the site I was working on, yet I'm here by myself and only want to sit about and do NOTHING.
That's a lie, my guilty conscience will kick in soon, as well as my nerdy "MUST FIX THIS PAGE SO IT LOOKS RIGHT" compulsion.
It's funny that I'm working on a computer at a nerdy place considering technology has decided it HATES ME A LOT. My printer/scanner combo is apparently disliked by my new laptop, but only the printer part of it. It scans just fine. I spent over 3 hours doing every troubleshoot thing 5 times over and still it says "Screw you, loser!" A buddy of Dad's is gonna look at it today. I'm not even go into the other multiple problems getting a new laptop has decided to bother me with. RAR!
OMG Chocolate Malta moved to its own domain! And with a new comic too, despite being thwarted so much lately
The other thing at work that makes me want to play would be the Ms. Pac-Man cocktail table game. At least, I think that's the proper title. These babies were apparently really hot in the 80s, and a lot cooler than the usual archade machine style, as this one contains the video game's screen in the middle of a glass-covered table. If you're still confused, Google or Ebay it. (The things usually sell for 1,000 bucks in good condition, my boss got a deal...) Two people face each other and battle it out to eat them dots and fruit and avoid the ghosties. Oh, and since my boss owns it? Play for FREE. Along with the pinball machines. Ayup.
Lunch break = TOO LONG! Back to earnin' my keep!
15. Jun., 2005 @ 13:26
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| » Whoa! Wireless internet in my room! |
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Says the connection's low. Is it from stupid poopie Earthlink, or the same guy who gives free, super fast wireless to me when I'm on the front porch? Only time will tell.
This is my summer status for the moment for those that are bored:
-My firstest, best friend from 2nd grade got married Saturday. Yeah, MARRIED. Like, commitment to the fullest and all that jazz. And I was in it. And everyone was all "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Sara kept getting nervous and miffed about stuff. So'd her mom. So'd MY mom. (Not even HER KID! She was just helping!) In fact, 'bout the only calm people there were me and Melissa, perfectly sound and sane bridesmaids we was. Also, probably quite annoying on multiple occausions. Ha!
-I'm employed at good ol' IVS in downtown P-town again. Yay for websitey stuff. 9 to 4 Mon. thru Fri. OMG! I need a paycheck now. I spent too much the last few weeks. And I just bought gas yesterday. WAAAAAAAAAAHHH 20 BUCKS GO BYE BYE ;___;
-Much frazzlement due to my COMPLETELY TRASHED ROOM. It took me way too long to realize how much junk, dust, and trash is in here, mostly because I had the "organized mess" business going on. I've taken measures to fix lots of it, but still have a ways to go. I have, however, reclaimed my desk, which is what this laptop is sitting on, instead of in my lap on the porch. HA! And I cleaned out more than 3 bags worth of old clothes for GoodWill and reduced myself from 2 petnets of stuffed toys to 1! (If you saw how full they are, you would totally find that amazing.) Now there's just the shelves to dust/organize, plus under the bed needs to be cleaned out as well as the closet and lots and lots of vaccuuming and.......bleeeeeeeeeeh. Too much.
-In contrast to last year, Cory is in town and Shnelly is not, so I've been running around and throwing tomatoes at parked cars with him tagging along with me. Cuz I'm the cooler one. Ayup. It would be so much more convienant if my friends didn't go out of town or get APARTMENTS out of town (*cough*Melissa*cough*) or get freakin' MARRIED, then I could hang out with lotsa different people. Oh yeah, and I also work too. Silly me.
-I have a new cell phone! It's pretty and can take piccers cuz it's a camera phone! Cingular people, I can calls you for free! I think. Shmaybe. YAY!! Also, my laptop is new, which meant I had to spend several days transfering stuff and installing things and MAN, did my old laptop not like that. Nope, it did not.
-Bought a big bag of CANDY from the candy store at the mall. Went crazy. Then had a sugar crash. Yay for me.
Okay, I'm boring. I'm gonna go do stuff now, as I've realized I've spent 8 hours on the computer for stuff for work, and getting on a computer when I get home seems rather silly. Bwah!
7. Jun., 2005 @ 17:19
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Dad switched internet providers and they no likey me. At all. It's doing really dumb things, like not letting me sign onto AIM or open up my SCAD e-mail and I have to log on under Dad's name. The thing it's doing with the e-mail is obviously some Earthlink setting or some Norton Internet BouncerJerk setting, because it's blocking the java command to open the new window, thus not letting me check e-mail and RAR RAR RAR.
Any SCADies have the actual URL for checkin' SCAD e-mail handy?? RAR RAR RAR.
I'm gonna go eat my omelette then smash my face in the wall. ALL I WANTED WAS TO FIND OUT MY ANATOMY TEST GRADE, RAR!
Edit How lame is this? My dad's user name has to be logged off for me to have internet?? Hate you Earthlink. Haaaaaaaate yooooou.
29. Maj., 2005 @ 18:46
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Blah de blah, finals, blah blah, suddenly having a bout of laziness and purposefully avoiding work, blah blah, was the only person who didn't get a ticket for Star Wars BECAUSE of finals (at least I worked a lot yesterday night...), blah de blah blah.
I'm more than slightly confused about this year almost being over. I'm pretty sure it just started yesterday. Or something. Yes.
OMG STOP STALLING AND GET BACK TO WORK, LAZY-FACE!
.......I have to be in a wedding AGAIN when I get back home. AGH NO MORE WEDDINGS EVER RAR RAR RAR.
I've added to my workload by taking up a comic project with my Joe. It's a horror story, but with crazy twists. And yeah, a puppy dies. I'm demented like that. There's more to the story than that. F'real. We're trying to have at least 5 pages inked/lettered so he can turn them in for his scripting class submission assignment. Then we work on it more during the summer, through craziness of e-maily stuff. Yes!
I've lost weight since December. Tells you somethin' about the quality of the food here. Or my metabolism. I think. I dunno.
I want sushi!
My hair is annoying me, I better have enough for that Lock o' Love business, because it needs to go away very soon!
RANDOM STREAM OF CONSCIENCE THOUGHT, END! (can't spell, damn!)
19. Maj., 2005 @ 13:03
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| » A Friendly Reminder |
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This is a reminder for me to have a nice, long talk with my parents when I get home (when I get home = done with school home, not "Holy crap, going home for 4 days next week for a wedding" home).
Should I fail to do this, I give full permission to Cory to bludger me on the head and make me talk to them, since he might be the only friend that I have at home when I get back. Damn people going places and getting appartments and getting married and crap. Gwuah.
Not much else to add to that, rather tired but feeling like being super productive for some reason, so logic says I'll try to do something productive for a while. Registering for classes at 8 am tomorrow; dear Lord in heaven, let me get the ones I need.....
That's all.
2. Maj., 2005 @ 20:04
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| » Stupid, stupid should-not-be-in college students! |
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Oh, man, is my school pissed off.
Big notices are up, talking about a "MANDATORY, MANDATORY, MANDATORY" meeting for O-house tonight. This is only 3 weeks since the last one. Why? Because of stupid, stupid drunk people. A stupid drunk person who might not even get as punished as he should be.
This is pretty much for all the non-SCAD peoples entertainment, since everyone else 'round abouts O-house has heard some bit of the story, but it involves, (can you guess?) someone pulling the fire alarm AGAIN.
Except this guy was caught. AND SHOULD GET HIS ASS KICKED OUT DAMMIT.
( Anyway, here's why this guy is an asshat: )
So, yeah. Mandatory meeting? Gee, what do you THINK it's for?
This guy needs his ass kicked. A LOT. If he gets off easy, I'll....throw a moose at O-house. I don't know. JUST KICK HIS ASS ALREADY. Federal offense! Throw him in jail! RAR RAR RAR!
Anyway, yeah. I caught a felonist this weekend. What's everyone else up to?
18. Apr., 2005 @ 14:05
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| » Power Puff Girls ZXYQBOST. Or something |
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Actually, it's just PowerPuff Girls Z. Still...um, what?
Eh, I've heard about it and didn't really look into it much until today (while cleverly avoiding homework!). So now I'm just kinda confused. Apparently a lot of people thought it was a big April Fool's joke because they started seeing posters of it on the 1st. They have those over at a PPG LJ thingie-ma-bob over thisaway.
The site with the most information so far on this is this one here, which is currently being translated from Japanese into English by someone who lived over there for a year or so. Craig McCracken, the creator, IS actually letting them do this, so he must see something in it, considering he was pissed at Cartoon Network about how the movie was marketed or something as well as the PPGTeens thing. (Whatever that is, I'm just wandering forums here)
Short end of the stick, think Astro-Boy-ish look with some of the characters (I thought the Professor WAS Astro Boy when I first saw him...O_o), as well as a magical girl spin on it a la Sailor Moon. Very, VERY much like Sailor Moon.
And yeah, weapons. Kinda weird, considering that they're superheros and never really NEEDED weapons. It's rumored that they're not even sisters in this. Also, it's getting production help from the guy from Teen Titans (I think I'm one of the few people at my school that actually likes the show X_x) and Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi (OMG DO NOT LIKES IT BURN IT NOWS). That and Toei animation, who kinda DID do Dragonball and Sailor Moon. Big surprise huh?
PPG is also a really big hit in Japan, so this might do better over there then over here, where surely a large quanity of people who are tired of anime shows taking over will tear it to tiny bits. But then again, they are reworking something that kinda has a huge fanbase so....I dunno.
Bubbles is freakin' adorable though (ha ha, she's my fav, they shouldn't screw her up) and HOLY CRAP GIANT HAMMER. I want one. Gimme.
Other than that, I...think I'll wait to see a full episode. Cuz uh...yeah. Stuff. O__o
Also, if it does suck, there's always the PowerPuff Girls Doujinshi, which was started a while back by an artist going by the name of Bleedman, who's freakin' amazing. His comic actually tries to be a continuation of the original series (the girls are going into 1st grade in a new town) and at the same time mixes a CRAPLOAD of other characters from countless other series, not just ones on Cartoon Network. Yee. Better start from the first comic if you plan on reading it, though. It's in the middle of a long storyline right now.
10. Apr., 2005 @ 12:54
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| » Some middle-schoolers obviously live at my college. |
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La la, here's a dee-lightful little update for non-SCAD-ites who are curious as to the the happ'nings in Savannah College of Art and Design.
Last week/Thursday night, nobody slept. Why? Because someone decided to start the early housing registration line at 2 pm in the afternoon to insure that they could get one of the apartment-styled living arrangments at Boundary Village. This spiraled into a mad, mad dash of everyone who wanted to get their own room, a kitchen, and live with 3 other people huddling in the hallway until 8:30 in the MORNING THE NEXT DAY, which is when housing registration actually started. By some miracle of miracle, my motely crew managed to secure a good place in line early on and survived lots of crabby people, a stinkbomb, pseudo-riots and staying up teh night in general. We achieved apartment-type dealios at Boundary. Yay for us.
Now, for something even MORE ridiculous than sitting in a hallway playing Gamecube and watching DVDs: About a week ago, the entirety of O-house was called into the ballroom for a meeting regarding a couple of things, one of them being the graffiti that's been popping up all around the building. There's at least 3 different souls doing this, one who favors scribbling $CAD all over the place, one who does weird abstract-ish drawings, and the "friendly fiend" who leaves messages saying things like "Love your neighbor" and "Call your mother". Of course, no one would admit to doing this and nobody had any information, but the RD stated that from this point on, that everyone would be charged for the extra time/cleaning/repainting efforts that the maintence people had to put in to take care of this silly business. Meeting adjourned and everyone went on their merry way.
Last night, I felt like crappity-crap and decided to be nice and treat myself to a (college) early bedtime of 12:30-ish. At 2:00, a horrendously loud noise woke me and my roomate up. I stared for a little while at the smoke alarm as my roomate asked what was going on (remember, she's pretty new here and wasn't here when that dryer caught fire a few weeks ago), then realized that there was a light flashing outside, signaling someone had pulled the firealarm. Grumbling, I grabbed my hoodie and wandered outside with the rest of O-house and headed for the stairwell (as is what you're supposed to do during a fire, despite what some stupid people were questioning).
The entire way DOWN the stairwell, everyone was treated to the lovely NEW scribblings of $CAD and Love Everyone, although it was mostly the $CADs all over the place. After freezing outside and coming to the conclusion that, no, there really wasn't a fire, someone was just being an ass, everyone filed back in. Those that took the elevators found giant $CADs in there as well.
Needless to say, the majority of O-house is not only pissed due to being woken up/taken away from the all-nighters they were working on at 2 in the morning, but NOW everyone gets billed for this because somebody apparently thinks that Sharpie-ing a wall makes them some sort of awesome rebel who's fighting the man. Or whatever.
Now, for the real bitching:
Thought process of $CAD asshole: "OMIGOD! SCAD costs MONEY! This concept that colleges cost money is completely new! The fact that some might be more expensive than others is also freaky! I know! If I add some lines to the S in SCAD, I'll get what the college is really about, and by putting it all the fuck over the place, I can show my extreme ANGER at the fact that my college is expensive! So what if I'm making it more expensive by making maintence people do stuff that they shouldn't have to take care of instead of fixing leaky A/Cs and what-what? I'm making a STATEMENT! And that makes me awesome."
Despite the fact the "friendly fiend" is telling people to do good stuff, by writing it on walls they're technically doing something bad. So really, are they writing something good because they think it will cancel out the bad thing they're doing? Or are they just too damn stupid to pick up a dry-erase marker and write on something that's supposed to be written on?
Done bitching. Off to do somethin' else.
5. Apr., 2005 @ 20:59
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So I've suddenly done a 180 as far as moods go for the day and am quite bitter. The worst off I'd been before hand was waking up with a tummyache. No offense, but everyone can just go jump off a fucking bridge. Which actually probably is offensive to some but right now I don't give a rat's ass.
Now I type out swear words till I stop being bitter:
FUCK DAMMIT SHIT FUCK CRAP DAMN BASTARD BITCH FUCKITY FUCK FUCK.
And SCAD medical clinc can go fuck a goat for all I care. I gave them my fucking insurance, and last I checked that was supposed to take care of the crappy health care they gave me back in Jan/Feb.
FUCK DAMN SHIT.
22. Mar., 2005 @ 12:55
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| » Yeah, beeyotch! |
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www.merryplatypistudios.com/
I have my own domain! I have craptastic amounts of webspace! I could possibly move Chocolate Malta away from the poopie Keenspace system, if I can learn PHP properly! YAY FER ME YAY FER ME YAY FER ME.
In other news, St. Patty's Day was COLD. Very COLD and very WET. But there was still a ridiculous amount of people out there, and an awesome parade and oh, yeah, lotsa drunkies. And hot dogs being sold out of Swiss Miss boxes. And a green goat. And a very bad Elvis impersonater on a float advertising a chain of restaurants. And people from IRELAND that came and marched/played bagpipes in the parade. Friggin' IRELAND comes to Savannah for THEIR holiday. Sweet.
YAY TOMATO SOUP.
18. Mar., 2005 @ 13:02
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