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Fri, 06 Feb 2009 01:38:19 GMT

Breaking news: Castro has more balls than Obama

Good morning, it is not a dream, but a nightmare...

Mon, 12 Jan 2009 23:18:48 GMT

The IDF has time, between massacring whole families, to call the Palestinians of Gaza every morning.

"Good morning, it is not a dream, but a nightmare that Hamas has brought to you."

This kind of intimidation is part of Israel's psychological warfare experiment. Its goal is to make the Palestinians give up Hamas. They have also dropped pamphlets on houses and streets with a phone number to call, their anonymous tip line.

Sometimes the IDF likes to tell jokes:

"Stay at home, we are not attacking you, only Hamas".

That's hilarious. I mean, it has to be a joke. Around three hundred children have been killed and over fifteen hundred wounded.

You don't shit on someone and tell them its a daisy. It has to be a joke.

I've stopped really paying very close attention to the number of Palestinian civilian deaths I quote in what I write. When I first started, I would check four or five Western news sources, mentally average the number, and then choose something slightly under that. I purposefully picked the low end so no one could argue numbers with me, saying I was overstating them.

I no longer care to check news sites I know are a) behind and b) wrong just to cover my ass. Whatever number I pick will be right by tomorrow morning. By the time I wake up the IDF will have made up the difference.

Is it 856? 870? 894? 900? More? Dead, and a third of those children.

A third of those will continue to be children, because the IDF has no interest (and has never had any interest) in preserving civilian life.

Check it out. For about $50, this little girl:

Can look like this:

Eight year old Aya Hamdan al-Najjar fits in shopping bag, courtesy of the IDF.

On Craigslist Posting for Tickling Fetish Videos

Tue, 06 Jan 2009 05:32:37 GMT

iloveamphora (12:30:03 AM): i hate being tickled but I'll like it for that kind of money
iloveamphora (12:30:09 AM): better than being pooped on

What War Looks Like

Thu, 01 Jan 2009 00:03:39 GMT

Sun, 28 Dec 2008 05:30:59 GMT

Catherine alerted me to the shit that is going down in Gaza. You should all go read about it and become properly enraged, etc.

But if like me you read about it and it makes you sick to your stomach and want to cry, here is something to cheer you up:

A Massive Failure for the Swedes">

Wed, 24 Dec 2008 02:04:49 GMT

This is my favorite picture of myself during college.

Today was okay.

I'm gonna eat some food and watch skins.

Tue, 30 Sep 2008 03:14:37 GMT

I am going to begin saving money for a camera.

A really really nice camera, that would allow me to adjust the focus and so on manually.

I've always loved taking pictures. Probably because I cannot draw, but also because looking around at the world makes me want to capture it in small fragments, something a photograph allows.

When Clay and I drove across the country, I took a lot of pictures with his new camera. Most of them were of the desert. We are desert children. Barren rock and hills are more beautiful to me than trees and grass. I like the emptiness where flowers cannot grow.

I like the waviness of the road here. Is waviness a word? It is now.

Wind turbine thingies, in Tehachapi seen as we zoomed by.

I really like the lines in this picture, especially because I was able to get them exactly right from the passenger seat of the car. I took one, noticed the car's shadow ruining it, and snapped the second one just barely in time.

At a reststop on a hill. We took a bunch of ourselves which I'll post later, but I love the sky in this one most.

The photographer yours truly and her assistant Ziggy the Cat. Only a kitten, but possibly the next Annie Leibovitz.

Tue, 16 Sep 2008 03:32:38 GMT

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NESSA!!!!!!!!!!

Gratuitous crotch shot. That kind of gift don't need a bow on it.

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 05:19:33 GMT

I just went and looked at all my stuff piled in the garage. I stared at it a while. Stood and stared.

Then I came back and sat down here.

I am not making progress this way.

I want to sex my new laptop. It is hot. Also I have a bracelet that matches it. I am JUST THAT COOL. I had the bracelet first, btw. Cyberhobo ftw.

I like stories about ducks.

Sat, 23 Aug 2008 08:21:12 GMT

Read about it.

From the Youtube comments on Cher's Believe music video

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 11:27:43 GMT

This song reminds of one afternoon I witnessed a man breaking it off with his wife, or woman in this coffee house called The Double Rainbow, in Albuquerque NM. I had just purchased the new CD that day and was listening to it en route..Then that happened, and I just remember the woman sitting in her chair, just sobbing...I went to my car and got the CD and gave it to her...Poor woman, I can still see her tear stained face thanking me.

AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHH WHAT THE HELL, MAN. AHAHHAHHAHHHA. Who breaks it off with his wife in a coffee house??????????????? WHAT THE HELL AT THIS STORY.

FAIL, New Mexico. Massive fail.

Fri, 04 Jul 2008 05:20:20 GMT

It looks like hell outside.

Driving home as the sun was setting was freaking weird.

The sky is lit up red, and so are the hills, and then further down the road it is black, black, black.

The sky was

There's so much ash in the air its hard to breath outside. FYI residents, Fairview is closed. I had to go to Los Carneros to get home.

The power was out but it has briefly come back on.

Gilad and Marie are coming over cause they have no power where they are. Gilad lives on the corner of the grid for the mandatory evacuation area.

Oh, they've been evacuated. They're here. Bye!

How could I forget how hot 1:21 is?

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 11:03:51 GMT

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 09:10:16 GMT

Lt. Crashdown is Darth Vader's apprentice in the new Star Wars game The Force Unleashed, coming September 2008.

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 08:22:07 GMT

I'm torn between staying awake and watching Razor or going to bed and going to section tomorrow morning.

I am afraid to go to section because I haven't gone to class and I'm afraid of being in a room with twelve people and having to answer questions. I don't want to go. I'm not going. See, I don't even know what the class is about. Remotely. I have not gone yet.

It's a miracle I'm still in school. I should have failed out ages ago. Why did I even come here? These things are mysteries.

I'm going to go to class tomorrow. I'm making progress on getting all my shit sorted out.

As long as I go to my class and do some research and make a resume/cover letter, I'll be doing pretty good.

I just ate way too many Milanos. I feel ill.

At work I kept using Customer Service Requests as scratch paper. Here are some thoughts on BSG I wrote down.

Spelling errors and all.

BSG ramblings (actually says "amblings on the piece of paper"...?)

#6 is a big deal she's 6- middle model
right eye significance?
Tigh- cylons took his eye out
Anders: scanned the eye? right eye.
dumbing down the raiders: stopping them from recognizing their own?
ie hybrid (refers to final 5)

Adama is a cylon-
which adama? Lee, Zach, Bill?

-Regular cylons don't recognize final five so #1 wasn't lying when he told Tyrol he wasn't a cylon- or was he?

-What did they take from kara? Really an ovary or did they do something else?

-recurring theme: faith vs science- orig. Roslin faith based but now Gaius has his own weirdo religious sect- he prays and God obeys?- he is starting to believe

-6 appears to Gaius and vice versa but the apparitions have different characters than their human couterparts

-The taking of the eye- maybe not right vs left but 1 vs 2? Raiders and centurions have 1 eye, they recognize the right eye OH SHIT they recognize the right eyes and they took XO's right eye so the Raiders wouldn't recognize him. Who did? How did they know? And why?

one eye= one god?

Seeing God makes one mad- theme from the Bible- Moses saw God and it made him
blind briefly? #6 is Jesus in the Last Supper. isn't lee Judas? Judas betrays Jesus ie Lee betrays Six- wouldn't this mean he's a cylon- also didn't he hear the music- go to the meeting place- Adama the son, Apollo not Zeus the child not the father.

How long have there been humanesque cylons- everyone thought the skinjobs were new but maybe not? If #1 is the most machinelike than maybe 12 is the most human. Wouldn't that be Lee then?

Right eye

what does it mean

why are 4/5 of the final 5 confirmed on the Galactica

WTF are the cylons doing? Why did the attack earth

given reasons

Humanity murders, that is it defining characteristic

Humans do not accept responsibility for their actions

Cylons had no interest in the colonies, only genocide- they left when it was done, leaving a nuclear wasteland

Starbucks destiny

Leobin I hate him

business with death

why the new ship?

where did she get the eye of Jupiter image?

she saw Saturn- who is that?

time difference

storm=wormhole=natural jump not like ships but some phenomenon of nature

V is enjoying being a cylon, dumped Cally out of the airlock to cover her tracks also might have
thing for Chief- cries during sex?

um wut

Sat, 23 Feb 2008 06:01:36 GMT

I'm in a fucking pissy mood. Leave me nice comments so I feel better.

CAMERA WHORE

Tue, 22 Jan 2008 09:13:37 GMT

I told you I would post pictures later, and now is later.

I don't camera whore very often but when I do, it is an epic event.

Be prepared.

Also be prepared for my shitty blurry digicam photos, they are teh suck sometimes.

And this is not worksafe. Your coworkers don't want to see this. Neither do your children. Don't yell at me if they're in the room with you, I have no control over that. You've been warned, I did my part.

I just realized I did not resize these bitches. Whoops. Okay, well, here they are anyways.

Let's start with my hair.

I have short bangs.

I have a cool ass shirt that Mitzi gave me for Christmas.

It says "When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth". It is awesome.

Back to my hair. And look, I am kind of smiling! That won't happen very often here. I look like a predatory fish when I smile with reverse buckteeth. No smiling, smiling v. bad.

A cool mirror picture because I always envy people who have these.

Another one, you can never have too many.

A kind of mirror one.

My tattoo! Wooooooo!

Tattoo again. I look constipated.

I told you this wasn't worksafe.

I decide to get into the bathtub.

Then I decide to smoke a cigarette. I took these two with my feet, by the way.

I look angry here, I don't know why.

I'm actually pretty happy about my cigarette.

Until I drop it. This is really the exact moment when I drop it on myself, no staged cigarette drops on my watch.

OH MY GOD IT'S A PIRANHA WITH A BAD DENTAL PLAN!!!!!!!!!

Oh good, it's gone. I call this one "I Have A Big Round Head". Also taken with my feet.

Would you like some Bebs?

I decide to put on a dress and take a shower. I have the fat arms of a two year old.

I realize this and try to hide them.

I enjoy my shower.

I start getting carried away with pretending this is a real photoshoot and start making godawful faces.

And I am only uploading the ones I like-ish, of course. You don't want to see the other ones anyway.

This was my attempt at being artistic. My head is huuuuuge. HUUUUUUUUGE.

Making what I thought at the time was a sexy face with my scrub brush.

Shall I use my scrub brush?

This is hideously unattractive but I uploaded it for the lolz. Hopefully you have had a lolz and not lost your lunch.

This is my new favorite picture of me.

Or this one is, I don't know.

Brought to you by this weirdo, and this camera.

The END!

Comment here if you want...

Fri, 30 Nov 2007 11:59:51 GMT

A. a Christmas card
B. a Christmas card with a lewd picture inside it
C. a handdrawn picture of a natural disaster
D. a card, but for another holiday other than Christmas

Go!

Tue, 06 Nov 2007 22:47:04 GMT

So I showed up to work today. They were like "Why didn't you come to work yesterday?" Only not mad at me because they think I'm awesome. I was like "...my schedule didn't say to? Oh noes? What?" and then they're like "You're not scheduled for today" and I was like "...wut?" and then it turned out someone printed me out a schedule that went too far in advance and stuff has changed since then. So not my fault, and I get to come home and do laundry. Wooo, laundry.

Not really. But I have to do it because I am wearing brown pants I have had for six years and some green sweater that doesn't even fit me. I don't know where I got it. I certainly didn't buy it. I look like a retarded tree. I need new winter clothes. By that I mean shirts with long sleeves not made out of fishnet.

What else is going on? Not a lot. I tried to update the other day and then I erased it because I didn't feel like finishing it. This stuff isn't very interesting? I don't know, I don't have anything interesting to say.

I had a midterm this morning. (for example)

It was bollocks. I scheduled my time badly. Very badly. My long essay is like "Um, so black people weren't allowed into regular cinemas. So they had their own cinemas. And, um, they played jazz? At the cinemas? Griffith was a racist. So, uh, his films were racist. There was this guy, Micheaux, he made some films. And some money. Films and money. Is this done yet?"

For some reason, my 106 film isn't kicking my ass with work. And I'm tired anyways.

I like AC/DC. I don't care what you say.

Yeah, that midterm sucked. Whatever, I'm tired and undermotivated. Severely undermotivated. I showed up to school on Monday thinking my midterm was that morning. I thought it was the 6th. Turns out, not so much. Brittny's not there so I'm calling Brittny being like "WE HAVE A MIDTTERM OMG WHERE ARE YOU" like a dumbass. Then I go back inside and they're watching The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari.

I ask some guy "Is this film 101a?" and he's like "...yeah." and I ask "Don't we have a midterm?" and he answers "That's tomorrow." He actually didn't look at me like I was stupid, I don't know why. He was pleasant.

So I sit down on a packing crate (why is there a packing crate in the back of the cinema?) and dutifully watch the film. Eric comes up looming out of the darkness.

"Don't we have a midterm today?"
"Nope. That's tomorrow."

At least I am not the only one. Then he leaves and comes back in and is disruptive like usual. Like we're watching the movie and for once noone is rustling candy wrappers or texting all through it.

Five minutes in:

"What's your sign?"
"What?? Libra. Shhh!"
"It doesn't say anything about us sitting next to each other. That's probably a good thing."
"Shut up!"

It's like Buster Keaton all over again but I like Felando much less than I like Professor Chuck Wolfe. For one, his last name is Wolfe and his first name is Chuck. For two, he knows a lot about Buster Keaton. I like Buster Keaton.

Last night I watched one of his shorts from Columbia I hadn't watched yet even though I got the set last Christmas. All the films are rather sad. I mean, they're comedies but they're like "Oh how the mighty have fallen" sort of thing. Like, you'll recognize bits of routine from his other films and there's sound so you can hear him falling. And it's not funny.

I don't know exactly why, but it's not funny anymore with the thuds. The title, "Nothing but pleasure" is sad irony.

I was looking for silent film clips on youtube so I can post something about them but instead all I find are unfortunate looking people singing "Smile". WUT.

Never mind then. Have a photo:

Buster in the Passionate Plumber. I need to see that, even though I have heard the reports. fucking MGM and their fucking crap.

Sara, Im going to call you while I do laundry. You are missing some prime laughing-at-me business. I still have the big gooey girlcrush on that boy. I still don't know his name. I bet he's a freshman. I bet I'm a child pervert. AHH SHUT UP BRAIN.

Okay, I have to go.

Black Wednesday

Fri, 06 Jul 2007 00:56:58 GMT

So the Fourth of July was pretty fucking awesome.

We had a BBQ at our house, our friends all came, and we ate delicious foods.

After most people went home, Ali, Aharon and Abdallah hung about and we played keepie uppie. Then we all went on a backyard adventure. We explored the many trees in the yard and solved the Mystery of the Upturned Rubbish Bin. It was covering another upturned bin. That bin was full of dirt. I dug through it with a shovel to make sure there were no dead babies in the dirt. There were not. There were deadly spider in the bins however. Eventually those were slaughtered. With giant sticks.

Apparently gardens make me violent. I filled in some of the random holes in the garden so the snakes/gophers/monster couldn't get out. Next I killed some flowers by kicking their heads off. Ali suggested I get my sword, which seemed an excellent idea. The boys and I took turns decapitating the flowers and then we moved onto a version of baseball which had a sword for a bat and a lemon for a ball and instead of hitting the ball, the goal was to slice the lemon in half.

Aharon recorded it.

This video is ultimate Youtube tomfoolery. Maybe it will start a craze, like ghostriding or fenceplowing. I could be a celebrity AND a fool. A celebrity fool.

For the record, I had no idea he was filming. I thought at the end we were taking a picture. Also, that is not actually a prairie dress, it's a vintage house dress from the 1950's. I used to have an apron and stockings and heels on. Obviously I ditched them for better lemon-striking mobility.

Anyways, after lemonball we went to see LICENSE TO WED (I'm going to get a letter in the mail from the film department saying they've officially revoked my right to be a film major) but it was fun because of all the chill people. These people are legit, as the immortal and absent Aymen would say.

Post-movie we went to see the firework show. Laura, Brittny and Catherine went in Catherine's car; the three A's and I were in mine. I don't know what happened to them, but I do know that they sang songs. I found some place right in front of where they were letting them off, completely by luck, and then doubleparked and hopped out to catch the finale. Humans are so weird. They're like weird monkeys, lights and colors in the sky accompanied by loud noises entertain them. It's not even particularly that pretty, it's just loud and smoky and bright. Everyone clapped at the end, it's bizarre. Who are they clapping for? They're clapping for light and sound. They're clapping at the empty sky. Weird, weird monkeys.

Taaaaangent. Okay, we saw the fireworks. Then we were caught in insane traffic and so we did the reasonable thing to do, which was to play Robbie William's "Dickhead" way loud with the windows rolled down.

When we got home, Catherine taught us a cool card game called Bonjour Madame or something. And we played spoons. Ali's friend came over and we watched FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS. Hilarity. Friend bought sparklers so we went out back and played with fire. We ended up playing keepie uppie again until the wee hours of the morning. No, literally, it was about an hour. And past midnight, and right when the game spontaneously ended the asshole neighbors called the cops on us.

We went inside and ate icecreams and hung out a bit, and then people went home and people who were home went to bed.

Everyone at the BBQ.

The boys BBQing.

Ali sitting back and ruining my soy dog.

Laura and I in the kitchen. Aproooooon!

Keepie uppie.

More keepie uppie.

Back yard adventure: We examine a yellow spider in the hedge.

Later on in the ramble: We examine another spider in the bin.

It is a black widow. But not for long.

I take time out for comedy.

More poses: this time, a samurai.

Decapitation!

Decapitation! (You can see the flower head in mid-air, how cool is that? Very cool. With knobs.)

Decapitated.

The guys all wanted a turn at flower beheading. Ali totes posed for this.

Not this though.

Laura and Brittny came out to watch.

Aharon killing some bad mother flora.

I think he's actually topped that flower at this point but it's yet to fall.

We graduated to hand held stick targets. And by "graduated" I mean "decided to hit more things with the sword."

I have new respect for my sword; I thought it was as dull as two dull things in a dull cupboard, but it is not. If I really wanted to, I could semi-slice off someone's head. Or at least give them a very nasty abrasion.

The boys behind a tree: left to right, Abdallah, Aharon, Ali.

The girls behind a bush: Laura, Catherine, Brittny.

Lemonball begins.

Biding my time.

Find the lemon in this picture.

A swing and a miss.

A picture I will never stop laughing at.

The fireworks, seen from my car, stuck in traffic.

The first three losers with their Spoons of Shame.

More card fun.

During our epic game of keepie uppie-
Record: 40 hits.
Times ball went into bushes: forty billion.
Times ball got stuck on balcony: 1

Notice that there is no rung next to my knees. That's what you get when you use ladders you find in your back garden. They're shoddy ladders.

See that shiny thing? It's the ball. Success! I am still alive.

Which means I live to see this.

Eating icecreams in the kitchen after being harassed by the fuzz.

Mmm, icecreams. I'm going to replenish my icecream sandwiches after I finish this post. But first-

BONUS ROUND!!!

Alex and the shopping cart Mitzi and I stole from Vons.

The crime scene. The ball is on trial for Man II.

Horrified onlookers. It's not every day you find a hooker dead in alley. Except if you live in New York. Then you find one, maybe two a day.

Catherine took a picture of me scratching my foot, not sure why. I am not balding, FYI, it is a sun spot or something. Whatever. Not bald.

Awesome housemates.

Our front door. I <3 California.

I look like a magnificent fool but you get the whole dress and shoes ensemble. Thrift stores and Ebay, bitchez.

Abdallah fishing the ball out from under the tree, ie Sector 1. Sector 2 is the orange tree. Sector 3 is the hedge. All of the Sectors are prime spider breeding areas and should be kept away from at all costs, except in extreme emergencies, ie the ball rolling away.

Killing the spider with a giant stick.

Frontier woman. It's a hard life we lead. That is why my face is wizened like a prune.

Also I found these post-it notes with quotes from Bradley, about Timothy. Very old, possibly redundant, here they are:

Me: Let's project 6 years from now...I'll have graduated, you'll have graduated college, Timothy will be in college...or jail.
Bradley: He'll be in rehab.

and

Me: (about Bradley's GPA) You're raising the bar for Timothy.
Bradley: He ate half a cake today.

Val out.

Cavemen. Why?

Sun, 24 Jun 2007 23:48:28 GMT

Can I just say how shitty Cavemen is going to be?

For those not in the know, Geico's commercial cavemen are getting their own TV show. A detailed history of the caveman campaign can be found here, along with links to the videos.

There's also a website maintained by Geico called Caveman's Crib, which allows you to explore the cavemens' apartment, dress them up for the party you showed up on time for, interrupt their shower, read their books, and so on. It's thoroughly detailed and thoroughly hilarious.

Now ABC has decided to make a television show based on the commercials. Cavemen. You can go here to read the premise and watch the promo for the show. Basically, it's about three cavemen living in Atlanta and their problems convincing the white, rich fathers of their girlfriends' to like them. It's a "thought-provoking social commentary on race relations in today's America."

As if that isn't obvious enough, this is why it's going to be terrible:

You don't take what is funny out of your source material and make a comedy.

Sure, the commercials are a spoof on racism, etc, but what really sells them is the super sleek, ultra modern world in which the cavemen live. Comfortably.

They're not just regular people; they're rich, they diet, they're smart, they travel, they go to therapy, they date, they buy expensive hair products, they dress nicely, they cook with organic vegetables, they use laptops and iPods, they subscribe to magazines, they challenge "normal people" to complete a sudoku puzzle on their Up With Cavemen campaign. The word we're looking at here is irony.

The commercials are funny because the cavemen lead the kind of lives that people watch tv to watch people lead. Not because the commercial's slogan reminds us all of when the white South enslaved black people. That's just subtext you can read into the premise, and it's not going to float the show. Even if the comedy is sharp and the scripts are good, which I doubt is going to happen, it's not going to float the show.

You're not good enough, ABC. You're just not good enough.

Oh, yeah, and I went home for a couple days and got a car and then came back and nearly got in a kerfuffle with a skunk. End of story.

Bitch, bitch, bitch...

Thu, 03 May 2007 23:10:55 GMT

I have been in a piss-poor mood for the past few days. It's probably those girl hormones I've got, making me irrational and emotional.

Actual Shitty Thin-

Okay, that WAS going to read "Actual Shitty Things That Are Not In My Imagination But Have Happened Outside My Mind" but at that precise moment Firefox crashed.

WHY DOES THE WORLD HATE ME.

Whatever, here's the list:

1. The post-office lost $60.00 worth of new shirts. I'm working to see what I can do to make someone besides me have to pay for replacements. I got woken up at eight something, roughly three hours after I'd gone to bed by some guy from USPS calling me back and the voice message is so degraded I can't remotely understand the second half, which I believe includes the number to call him back at.

2. Wells Fargo autonomously decided that Amazon.co.uk was a shady site to make purchases from and declined payment for THE TRIBE Season 5. When I retried this, after changing the invoice address from the address that happens to be on my checks to my current address, Wells Fargo autonomously decided to withhold all forms of online payment, without telling me, so now Blockbuster Online is like, where's my money? and I'm like, Iono, ask Wells Fucko.

I srsly am changing banks immediately. Who the fuck do they think they are, not alerting me that they stopped paying online charges? I HATES THEM.

3. I got on the wrong bus the other day when I went shopping and ended up going up some tiny winding road that had a sign saying something about "county jail receiving area for inmates". I thought I was going to prison for a second. Then I had to walk like half a mile with my idiot sprained ankle and wait for another hour for a bus and all my frozen food melted and my bag broke and spilled my groceries all over the sidewalk. I got back home just in time to see a hobo kicking a dead skunk near my driveway. Fucking surreal shopping trip from hell.

4. I waited forty five minutes this morning for the bus for no good reason. Then it took forever to get to school. I was late to class and this is the only class I remotely care about getting to on time.

5. I tried to catch the bus to the shoot yesterday and I was one of the last three of like twenty people and they wouldn't let us on cause it was full. So now I'm stranded AND late. I had to speed-walk a mile and a half round trip to David's apartment to shoot and did I mention my ankle is sprained. I went to get a drink of my Pepsi and it foam-exploded all over me, my bag, and my jacket I was carrying which is dry clean only. Then my idiot finger wouldn't stop bleeding and when I had to move his car to load stuff I couldn't get the ignition to turn for a bit and when I looked down I had smeared blood on his keys and steering wheel and spent more time trying to clean it off than I did moving the car, which is gross.

6. Unlike Tuesday, when I only played sick, today I feel like throwing up and I have a midterm.

7. I thought I'd lost my PIN # for my (late) FAFSA but it turned out I'd just typo-ed the correct number so the three and a half hours I spent waiting by my computer to receive their PIN # reminder email (they said I'd get it in four hours or less) were fucking wasted.

8. I finally get around to going to the doctor's and getting birth control and then my period decides to disappear forever. Maybe this is menopause.

9. AIM won't work, neither will the iTunes music store or my YouTube video downloader. I don't know why. The internet is being shitty, and now my computer thinks it's okay to auto-connect to the neighbors internet which I thought I'd disabled THREE TIMES NOW. What the HELL, people?

Summary-Wank, wank, wank. I'm pretty much angry at everyone and everything and I'm thisclose to kicking a dead skunk myself so the best path is to probably avoid me for the next few days. You know you're in a bad mood when you wake up actively furious. I woke up the other morning angry at everyone for being carnivores. I wanted to punch everyone who eats meat in the face. I don't even know, I am usually a very placid vegetarian. I think I just want to punch people, period.

I should become a hermit. A stoner hermit, with bird and rodent friends. Not unlike Snow White.

I should go pretend I'm going to eventually study for my midterm.

Fri, 27 Apr 2007 01:39:00 GMT

I had forty minutes to kill between classes so I came to the labs.

It would have been two hours but Borzage takes over every Thursday. We have class 12-2 and then again at 4, so people tend to work for all or part of the 2-4 bracket.

The film students at this school have all gone mad and everyone is involved in about a billion and five projects this quarter, so getting equipment rented is a bloody mess. I was getting shited off with the process until I was sent, on temporary work detail for the equipment room, to escort Professor Bloom to the library. Mitzi is the only person here who knows who he is, so this is entirely for her benefit:

I brought a cart up to the fourth floor of Ellison, which we then loaded with six or so boxes of books from his personal collection that he was donating to the library. On the way to the library, we talked about the cart. I'm not joking. He said, "I'm glad they have such a big cart. It's very useful." and I said "Isn't it though?" and he goes "They used to have another cart, a two wheeled cart, but that cart would not be as suited to carting heavy loads such as this one." and I said "Yes, I would suppose not." and so on and so forth.

Then we missed the wheelchair entrance at the library and had to go back and Professor Bloom decides to push the cart through one of the tour groups aka the Horde. The Horde was not happy to be disturbed and parents were glaring left and right. I smiled widely and sincerely at each of them and said "Excuse us, excuse us!" I am only exceedingly polite when it amuses me, and this definitely amused me.

Saturday is going to be a crazy work day. Unlike last Saturday, nearly the entirety of which I spent stoned with Catherine, Aymen, Ali, Aharon and Bob (Aharon being the only one to not participate) in LA at the Students for Justice in Palestine California Chapter meeting or whatever it was, this Saturday is going to be work work work. I have to be at school to interview Professor Wolfe at nine til noon, and then I have to go work on SURPRISE! A WAR for the remainder of the day.

Housemates: We should have dinner all together on Sunday. Agree/disagree? Plz respond.

Midterms are creeping up on me. Bah. I have only read one of the books for English 25 and that book is not due to be read for several weeks ie after the midterm. I might want to look at one of the dozens of other readings we have had. ArabDocCin is next week, which is not too bad, hopefully. I can't imagine the test is going to be very hard. Yesterday we watched a movie that was 5% random political crap and 95% camels.

Here is an idea of what the film was like:

I hope you enjoyed that because I just looked like a weird camel pervert making a pattern stamp out of two camels mating.

Now I have to go to class.

Fri, 02 Mar 2007 22:56:44 GMT

We're leaving to LA in about an hour for the dance at UCLA. The plan is to spend the night at Bob's and come back Saturday afternoon.

Is anyone going to both Pounding Nails In the Floor With My Forehead and the MCDC LGBTQIA: 10 Years of Questioning thing? Because I know they're both at eight pm on Sat/Sun and if there is someone else going to both I want to go with them on the appropriate days.

Speaking of appropriate, look at this fantastic email I got this morning:

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My head hurts. And my neck, actually. What is wrong with you, stupid body? Maybe I SHOULD get a more thinker peniz...I've always wanted one.

Despite the above activities, I have school work and a half to do. Goddamn.

I have to go shower, dress, and pack for tonight.

Have a good Friday everyone!