Friday, December 26, 2008

"Wasn't That A Stardust Fantasy?"

Again, with the Little Miss Sunshin-ery.
I forgot about the actual beauty pageant part of the movie, and how they have actual pageant girls.
Can I just mention how absolutely horrifying pageant girls are?
The ones that are six or seven years old and they have more makeup on than a drag queen.
The fact that these parents dress up their little kids like rodeo-princess Barbie and make them sing and dance and brainwash them into thinking that what they're doing is truly what they want to do is sickening. Being told from that young of an age that they need to wear make-up, they need to be skinny, they need to look perfect and beautiful and that they need to win. What miserable life are they going to have to live because of their mothers what want their daughters to be something they could never be. What kind of irresponsible parent would try to live vicariously through their child? They couldn't achieve their own goals, so they push their children to live an unhealthy lifestyle. It makes me truly and honestly ill. People wonder why anorexia, bulimia, intentional self mutilation syndrome, depression and anxiety and suicide are so common. It is because of things like this:

"To be a total package child, you must make sure ever part of your look is prefect."

They are expected to be a "total package child" and live up to impossible standards. Each one trying to "out-pretty" the other, because that is what their parents want them to do. It is so unnatural for a child to act the way they have to act and dress the way they have to dress. Turns out that aliens really do exist.

"Everbody just...pretened to be normal, okay? Like everything is normal here."

The suicidal gay uncle, the heroin addict grandfather, the over-achieving father, the mute son, the daughter that just wants to please, and the mother that tries to cope with it all.
These are all extremes, but really every family is like the main characters of Little Miss Sunshine.
I continue to think about this as I watch the movie. Every one's family is so crazy, but so normal at the same time. Every family has problems, every family has a slightly unhinged member, every family goes on some kind of whirlwind adventure at one pointt or another. Its really very interesting to think about it. Not every family has a gay suicidal uncle that is depressed yet scholarly, but they still have the family member that will desperately need some kind of help but is no longer trusted. Everyone may not directly have that mute son, but there is still the family member that wants nothing more than to get as far away from everyone as possible. Every family has someone that has an addiction, or a problem, but they still want the best for everyone else. But everyone does not have heroin addict grandpa. As I watch this movie, I think about how despite the dramatization, the Hoover family is just like every other family. Just as crazy, just as disheveled,just as problematic.
The only difference is that every family doesn't have a yellow Volkswagen bus.

Thursday, December 25, 2008


My dad got my mom a Wii for Christmas. And I'm happy about that. I couldn't really afford to get anyone anything good this year, and I feel bad. I would have bought that Wii if I had the money to , but I just don't. I was going to do it anyway, but Mom probably would have returned it. So I got her a Carrie Underwood CD and I got my dad a book and some candy. They seemed to like that... so that's good. The games are pretty cool, even though it is a Nintendo... (Here is where you're supposed to imagine a menacing glare.)
My mom seemed to really like it. She played for a few hours, actually. Then made dinner. Then played more. Haha. The best part is that you can make little characters to look like you, or however you want, So we made them look like my mom, my dad, my grandma and grandpa, our neighbor friends, and then I made them look like the guys from My Chemical Romance, and the band members from Mindless Self Indulgence. I must say that it is pretty hilarious seeing my grandmother step up to bat, hit a double, and then see Gerard Way dive for the ball. It seems like its going to be a fun system to have.

They got me a lot of nice things, too. Lots of winter clothes, which is good because I don't have any at all. I only have short sleeve clothes and all of my jeans are three years old, at least. So that was really nice. And they got me books. I love books. It doesn't seem like it really, because I don't seem like a very smart person, but I actually really like reading. I got The Great Gatsby, The Old Man and the Sea, The Chocolate War, and Nick And Norah's Infinite Play List. My friend Julie told me that Nick and Norah's... is a good book, so I guess I'll see. I'm just happy that I got The Great Gatsby. I also got a handful of Cd's, which is always perfect, Got Famous Monsters by The Misfits! It has all the songs that they sung at the concert, so it's wonderful. I got a few others things too, but I don't really find it necessary to talk about all of it, because honestly I feel guilty that I couldn't get everyone nicer things. I had almost 15 people to shop for and I really just don't have the money to buy all of that. Hopefully I'll get a good job and makes good money and be able to buy people cool things. I don't know. Or maybe I'll just have to make people presents for the rest of my life? We'll see...

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Why yes, that is Earthworm Jim on my bicep...

After searching and searching for pictures of tattoos (oh I just saw everyone that reads this cringe because they know where this is going...) I decided that there are FAR too many Nintendo tattoos. Now, don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with Nintendo, but I've always been a SEGA girl. Always. We have a Genesis that's probably older than me. And I still play it. And its definitely in my dorm room, ready to rock its pixels out. Zombies Ate My Neighbors, Sonic the Hedgehog, Earthworm Jim and Battle Toads definitely dominated my childhood. I don't think there is anything that I've like for this long other than maybe food and cats. So a decided a while ago that I am getting a sleeve of SEGA Genesis games. What more could I gamer girl ask for?!

So, I've been looking at tattoo sleeves and all I see is Nintendo! This disappoints me. The one remotely SEGA one (no pun intended...well...actually...yeah. Pun intended) was this:

Just this one same guy. (He might be my soul mate...?) And then another with just the SEGA logo, and two Sonic related tattoos.


I am getting a sleeve of a TON of games. I don't know how much room I'll have on my skinny arm, but I do have a few necessities: 1. Zombies Ate My Neighbors; 2. Sonic the Hedgehog; 3.Battletoads; 4. Echo the Dolphin; and 5. Earthworm Jim. I'm sure I'll get the controller too, or perhaps just the ABC start buttons and D-pad. Perhaps I will get the logo too. SEGA in great, blue letters. Perhaps also the little birds from Flicky.

My only problem is this: Do I want to get the characters that look like the game covers, or do I want them to be like the characters on the TV?




I think I would want the covers more than he game-play version. The only problem is when it gets to Zombies Ate My Neighbors.



Game play version, obviously. So maybe I'll have to do a combo of both.

Either way, you Nintendo nerds don't stand a CHANCE!

To Feel Cozy, Surrounded By Cats

Let me just make a big huge fat musical recommendation and tell every person that ever takes a glance at this blog to listen to Dr. Manhattan.

I wore their shirt yesterday and was listening to them, and the more I listen to them, the more I like them. They really are the coolest band.

I saw them live over the summer and had the pleasure of meeting them all. And then I bought their album and a T-Shirt and they were kind enough to sign my shirt. So its pretty much my favorite shirt ever. AND its neon orange. Totally freakin sweet.

In their pit, their fans dance. Just dance. Like normal people. Okay, some of them wear backpacks and stuff. But that's okay. It's fantastic.

So everyone go listen to Dr. Manhattan. They're grand.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Though I did love "Who Wants To Be A Superhero..."

The television these days is really going down hill. Last night it had me in tears.
Reality TV is by far one of the worst inventions of all time. Not only is it addictive, it is completely useless. See, at least there used to be some good reality TV, back in the day. We had Survivor, Big Brother, The Mole, things like that. Nowadays we have A Double Shot At Love (as if A Shot At Love 1&2 weren't bad enough) Charm School, From G's to Gents, and I don't even remember the one I saw yesterday. It was something horrible. This girl had the most atrocious black, blond and blue hair and she was making a fool of herself. It had something to do with singing. Now, on top of all of those, you have Celebreality. Rock of Love with Brett Michael's, Surreal World (Or is it Surreal Life?), Celebrity Fit Club, then the ever loved Let's Snoop in Celebrity's Houses So We Know That Their Lives Are Just as Fucked Up as Ours As We Invade Their Families Privacy And Watch Their Rather Staged Family Crisis. All While Being Envious of Their Large Sums Of Money. Such as Run's House and Hogan Knows Best. And I'm pretty sure that Salt n Peppa had something like that. But really all they're doing is taking D list celebrities and sticking them on suffering networks to try to make the ratings go up. Sounds like a great plan to me. The reason these shows are so horrible is because they're just desperate for desperate, scummy people. They can have a television show with Tila Tequila (whoever that is...) because someone like Bono is: 1. Worth too much; 2. Smarter than that; 3, Actually cared about.
Please, lets up Oprah on a celebrity dating show.
Talk Show Of Love with Oprah Winfrey!

Then on top of that, you start with something like..oh... I don't know... America's Next Top Model. Good idea, yes? Then you have America's Next Top Model 1-35. How many Top Models do we need?
But wait! All of these Top Models need clothing to wear. So hurry! Make up a new show! This is when all of the producer scramble and come up with Project Runway. Brilliant. needs a host...hurry...who is desperate for drug money so they'll do anything now, even though no one cares about them anymore? Oh! How about a slightly-too-old underwear model? Fantastic!
Hold on! We need someone to do all their hair...lets get some no names to compete in Shear Genius, while all the frantic culinarians on Top Chef make food for their lunch break. It's okay, we only need one winner for that. The models will just throw-up the food anyway. And of course they all compete on the latest reality show about interior decorators. Ten points if anyone can name what it is! Because I sure as hell can't remember.
There is nothing to fear though, because if you're mean, loud, and obnoxious enough, MTV will contact you with a contract to find your true love on one of their many shows. As long as you're somewhat attractive or bisexual.
So, by the look of it, as long as you are:

A back stabber
A chef
A designer
A model
An interior decorator
A hair stylist
Not straight
Remotely attractive
Kind of single
Almost single
Willing to pretend to be single
On drugs
Or have appeared on American Idol at least twice;
You have a chance to be on reality TV!

Congratulations, you have succeeded in life.

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Made, Parental Control and Celebrity Rehab spiral out of control. Will our Blogger, with the help of "The Pick-up Artist's" Mystery, be able to successfully handle them? Will True Life: My Life Sucks be able to compete with the ratings of Laguna Beach 12? And finally, will there ever truly be Shalom in the Home?
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Friday, December 19, 2008

On The Road Again

Long ride home today. Lots of snow. Ian was nice enough to drive me home. We were doing great for about an hour then all of a sudden we got enveloped in a whirling cyclone of frost.
Alright, that was a little bit dramatic.

But I think you get my point. It was a really dangerous drive. Lots of snow. New York to Philly. Quite the adventure. It took HOURS. But we did eat at the Eveready Diner today. yum. Aaaaand... get Starbucks. shhhhh... But honestly, it makes me feel like a spoiled, pretty Cali girl or something when I drink starbucks. Especially when I wear my white coat, sunglasses, or if I'm texting on a phone. I just feel like a shitty person.
But I got home and we went to eat at a grody Texmex place. It was kind of sick. And I went to the bookstore. The bookstore really is an enjoyable place. I enjoy hanging out there.

We then came home and watched Hellboy 2. Abe is such a great character. He's my favorite. See? Isn't he cute??


I'm sleepy. Goodnight.

Ps- Totally saw the 30 Days Of Night graphic novel in the book store today.


Thursday, December 18, 2008

"You can always take the cats off the stove..."

Thankyou, Cap'n Longhair.


Wednesday, December 17, 2008

"Thoughts Are Funny Little Things, They Can Make Paupers or Make Kings"

The more I'm here, the more I want to go home.
Today really just sucked. I'm not even going to lie.
I just had to walk home in the ice from McDonalds down a highway, Jenny hasn't had her mother call mine about her visiting, my friend might be pregnant and I've been horribly ill.
This is just a lot right now and the people that I thought I could trust really just don't seem to be there for me anymore. This makes me rather sad, to be honest. I'm not going to lie and pretend that its okay. There is so much stuff going on with my life that I can't even write down on here because I can't afford to have it on the Internet where other people can find it. There are things that I just can't risk. There is an overwhelming feeling of sadness right now and I'm really not all that sure what to do about it.
I also had a dream last night.
I had a dream that I was looking down at two or three large pots of boiling water. In the water were several very very young, dead, kittens. It was very disgusting. And interesting.

"To see a kitten in your dream signifies deceit and trouble ahead. If you dream about a litter of kittens, you may be drawn into a social conflict."

"Hot water foretells a season of social setbacks."

Huh. Makes too much sense.

Anyhow. I have to sit here and wait because my room is locked and I don't have my keys to get back in. They're in Michelle's car. So, I guess I'll just sit around until she gets back or something. I don't know.
Goodnight, computer.

Title quote by Sidney Madwed

And The Mome Raths Outgrabe

It snowed today and I rolled down a hill over some rocks. Despite the mild pain, it was really fun. I got back from eating breakfast about two hours ago. I've started drinking coffee again; black. Second diner trip in two days. We have found ourselves a new haunt. It is quite an adventure, I must say. My life gets weirder and weirder as the time goes by. I hope I never get used to it.
Yet again I have found something that caught my interest: Tank Girl.
The term Anti-Hero just really catches my eye for some reason.
I feel the need to look into this tank girl. I have heard about her since 11th grade, but never did any investigating. I need to hop on that.
I'm really excited because Jenny is supposed to come on the 28th. I haven't seen her in a while. I really hope she can come. It with be the first time she and my family meet. Hopefully all will go well. Heading home on Thursday or Friday. Hopefully the roads won't be too bad.
This is the kind of post that no one cares about. It's a bummer, really, especially if this is the first post that someone reads of mine. All the other ones are far more interesting. Just for some reason I feel the need to just write about my day or something. So, if you just so happen to be a new reader, there is no need to base your opinions on this. Go read my zombie holocaust blog or my Marilyn Manson VS Jeffree Star blog. They are far more interesting.
Sometimes I feel like Alice from Alice in Wonderland. But not as interesting and not as colorful. I would like to have my own wonderland, really, but mine would not turn out nicely. But then again, neither did Alice's. Hers did not turn out too well in the end. But, I would learn from her mistakes and figure it out a bit more quickly. Since, in all honesty, Alice was not the brightest bulb in the EasyBake Oven.
My wonderland would have a lot more crayons and a lot less things that spoke in cryptic ways. That would be wonderful.
Anyhow, I am going to bed now. Perhaps I will visit my wonderland while I sleep.

Cats and rabbits
Would reside in fancy little houses
And be dressed in shoes
And hats and trousers
In a world of my own

All the flowers
Would have very
Extra special powers
They would sit
And talk to me for hours
When I'm lonely
In a world of my own

There'd be new birds
Lots of nice and friendly
How-do'ya do birds
Everyone would have
A dozen blue birds
Within that world of my own

I could listen to a babbling brook
And hear a song that I could understand
I keep wishing it could be that way
Because my world would be a wonderland

Ps- I love how when I looked up Vorpal Sword on Wikipedia, it gave little tidbits about where it is referenced, then said "see 'Runcible Spoon.'"

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Die, Die, Die, My Darling

I would like to quickly write about my moshing experiences.

I've been in quite a few pits. I've had my share of injuries, and I've inflicted quite a few also.

Now, this Misfits show was the first honest-to-blog punk show I've ever been to, with the exception of Warped Tour and Mindless Self Indulgence. (But MSI is a genre within itself, so they don't count.)

I must say that I really really hate punk shows.

Don't get me wrong. It was freaking amazing. It was the most fun I've had in a long time, and it was a spectacular show, but really, I hate those god damned dancers.

I can't stand those assholes that swing their arms around like baboons, charge around like rhinoceros, and act like animals. I can;t stand it. It seems like they go into a pit to hurt each other, not to have a good time. Hell, I'd rather be in a hardcore pit, because at least they just windmill and circle. They don't charge around like raging retards. In the metal pits, there is just a bunch of jumping and throwing and shoving. You generally don't have to worry about getting punched in the throat unless you're doing something stupid. These punk assholes just like to throw their fists around, I think.

Thankfully there wasn't too much of that for the Misfits, just a lot of crowd surfing and bouncing about. But my god. There was a band called You And What Army and my god, I just wanted to nuke the whole damn crowd because they were just being asses. Some dumb ass decided to wear a leather vest and the entire back of it was covered in metal spikes. He looked like a meat tenderizer. And he just charged around like he was after a matador and he looked like an ignorant douchbag.

Now, they were more on the hardcore side than on the punk side.

But holy shit. I doubt I will ever go into a punk pit. They're just pointless.

Though I will always love punk music more than anything else, I'm going to have to go toward the metal side when it comes to pits.

Jerry Be Praised

I will state that the Misfits concert was a success.

One of the best days of my life.

That is usually how it is when I go to concerts. I always have the best days of my life when I go to concerts. This was no exception. This, although not the best concert I've ever seen, may have been my best concert experience.

There were about nine different bands there. I saw...8 of them...7 of them, I think. Two stages. Not much running back and forth, which was good.

The Misfits went on at 11 PM. Last band to go. And oh was it worth it!
They played a ton of songs, I knew most of them. Unfortunately they did not play Saturday Night like I had hoped, but they did play Helena and Last Caress. Along with Astro Zombies and Forbidden Zone. So it was definitely exciting.

While they were on, I ended up literally throwing at least 7 different people. Some kids just don't know how to act. So I feel the need to teach them. They get a hands on learning experience. Which also means getting their face thrown into the ground. Then they learn.


I understand that everyone goes just to see the band and everyone pays to go see them, but that does NOT mean that its okay for them to act like an asshole to other people, that paid the same amount of money to see them same band. That is a problem, to me.

I'm good at fixing problems.

The plethora of assholes was well worth the end results.

As I stood in the crowd, not too far from the stage, I grinned like a fool and danced. No moshing for me. I go to see the band, not to get beat up. I only do that if I don't know the bands well, so its usually in the opening. There will be more on moshing later.

But I stood and I grinned and as I did, Mr. Jerry Only kept looking over at me. Throughout the entire show he pointed at me, gestured to me, tried to get me to sing (which I did), threw his water on me, and at one point even smiled when I did. this was good. Eye contact was held throughout most of the show.

After they played their last song, Jerry stayed on stage and walked around, shaking hands and signing things. I looked around to see that everything I had was black. Nothing to sign. This was a problem. After deciding it would be too trashy to have him sign my bra, I realized that my shirt was two layered. A white under layer. Of course I ripped off part of it with my teeth and scurried up to the front of the pit. I stood and smiled up at him. He noticed. I've gotten good at this. He then walked over to me and asked how I was doing. I said "fantastic". He then took my scrap of fabric and signed it. As I was getting ready to walk away, he said "wait!" I stopped and looked up again. He then reached up to his face and rubbed some of his black eye makeup off onto his finger. Without skipping a beat he then leaned forward and smeared it on my forehead.

I have been blessed by Jerry Only.


Now I can die in peace.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Crying On A Saturday Night

Not really! More like "jumping up and down with excitement".

Misfits concert tonight. And I'm really very excited about this.

I am Misfits pre-gaming right now, as I do sometimes before going to a show.

It shall be epic.

That was pretty gross.

I went to Courtside to get something to eat. It took 20 minutes to get my food, and when I got it, it was disgusting. The tomatoes were grainy, the lettuce was browning, the bread was soggy, and the turkey had an odd flavor. So I just pulled out the bacon and ate that. Good enough, I suppose. I need to find something else to eat before I go tonight.

And I'm going to bitch real quick.

For some reason there are these huge blinking blue snow-flake lights hanging between my side and her side of the room. And they were on at 4 in the morning when I got back. And they're screaming blue in my face at night.

Sure, they're pretty, but not when I'm trying to sleep.

I need to get out of here.

two more hours....Misfits...

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

This Town Deserves a Better Class of Criminal.

A bunch of people are watching The Dark Knight in the lounge right now, and I just so happen to be sitting in there watching it too. I've seen it a good three times or so now.
I never was much of a Batman fan, to be honest.
I know a lot of people like Batman because he's just a person that doesn't need superpowers to do great things. And I agree, that is cool, but that just makes him a hero. Not a superhero. Because he doesn't have any super powers.

[okay, so the Joker just blew up the fat guy with his cell phone. We're in a really really really dark room with only the TV on, and the man just blew up and I couldnt help but laugh manically when he exploded.]

But yes. I don't really like Batman. I really just like the villians. They're my favorite. I love the villians. That's about it. When I comes to superheroes, I really like X-Men. I like the fact that they were born that way and that they are frowned upon in society, but they still keep going to do good. For the most part. I would have to say that Nightcrawler is my favorite. But then again, Nightcrawler seems to be everyone's favorite.

Anyway. Off to go watch more Batman and find more things to write about.

PS- Just got news that Maggie Gyllenhaal might be playing Cat Woman.

P.s.s - I like this movie because they dont kill her.


I hate to say it, but I freaking LOVE the Starbucks Peppermint Mocha frappuchinno. Starbucks is one of those things that I would gladly give up if I could find a cheap, healthy, local alternative. But unfortunately I am stull searching I usually don't like coffee because it makes me turn kind of mean. I think because it's a hot beverage, and I don't do well with warm, its bitter, which hurts my stomach, and its got caffiene. i'm usually really good with caffeine though, I can drink redbull and soda. I just think coffee messes with me. But I love it so. usually I drink it black. Mmm. I havent had a cup of black coffee in a raelly long time. I think I'll do that after class tomorrow.


I'm in a really bloggy mood today so expect lots to read. I don't eve know. I'm on a total energy high right now to the point of where I can't even eat. Though I'm doing it anyway. OH WELL!

II've had Hong Kong Garden by Souixsie and the Banshees and Little China Girl By David Bowie stuck in my head on and off all day. I'm not complaining. I just seem to be in a pretty Asian mood or something. Usually I'm singing Dancing Queen all day long. This is a pleasant change. Always happy with a little Siouxsie-Sioux. Same with Bowie. And now I have a really strong urge to watch Labyrinth. I'm not sure how I feel about that, really. Slightly too much grey spandex for me liking, thank you.

I'm currently sitting in the bar restaurant of my school and listening to the jukebox.
Its playing Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes. Nothing to complain about there. I really enjoy sitting in there and just looking at all the different people that come in. Quite a broad group really.

Anyway. I feel as though I'm getting distracted and writing anything that pops into my head, which could be very dangerous for any readers. So I'm going to sign out for now, probably write something else later.

Off I go!

Ps. Audioslave reminds me of Nirvana, I think.
They are now on my list of bands to not listen to.

P.s.s- Now the the jukebox is playing Icky Thump by The White Stripes. It must be White Stripes day. When I die, I want my soul to possess a jukebox.

I Am Willing To Let The Jetset Life Kill Me

Its been a few days. I've been sick. It blows. Ah well.

I have two goals. Two major goals. One being bigger than the other.

1. Go see the Misfits this weekend. I really need to go get tickets and find someone to go with, but at this point, I'd walk to the venue and go by myself. Its important. Sure it is fun to go to shows with friends and cheer and have a great time, but I really go to see the band, not make conversation. Maybe that sounds really horrible, but if I wanted to just hang out with my friends, a concert would not be the best place...I'd say pick somewhere like the Starbucks in Barns And Noble or something. Or maybe a pool-hall? I don't know. When I go to a concert, I got for the music and the music ONLY.
But anyway. The Misfits are the last band I need to see before I die. Yeah, sure, there are other ones that I wouldn't mind seeing, such as Wu-Tang,The Weakerthans, Leathermouth, Dr. Acula, Marilyn Manson and Protest The Hero, but they really aren't 100% necessary. I've already seen all the other ones I needed to (My Chemical Romance, Queen, Mindless Self Indulgence, Spice Girls [hell yes.], Horrorpops [Hell Yeah!], Taking Back Sunday and mewithoutYou.) some more than once. There have been bands that I was supposed to see up to five times (cough, My Chemical Romance) but things went horribly wrong. (Such as mothers thinking they were a bad influence [funny now she likes them and we listen to them in the car], food poisoning, fear that they were going to drop dead at the show AFTER the food poisoning, outrageous snow and the inability to get there. Thankfully I FINALLY made it to two of their shows. And now that I live in two different places, I'll get to see them a few more times when they start touring again. Oh shit. Tangent.)
Damn. Where was I?
OH! Bands.
I really do love the Misfits. There is something slightly 'b-movie" about them and it's fantastic. Who would think? They really are the last band I need to see before I die. With my luck, I'll get struck by lightning as soon as I stepped out of the venue. But I think I'd be okay with that.

Next on the list:

2. Get a role in The Umbrella Academy movie. I would go to ridiculous lengths just to get a walk-on. RIDICULOUS. Though I would LOVE to play The Rumor. But, I can deal with walk on or extra. Or even just scooting around the set with a tray of little sandwiches and redbull for the cast. I don't care.

I honestly think that I am supposed to be acting. I really do. I miss it so much and its something that is continuously changing. When you act, you're never just doing the same thing. Its always something different. And that's perfect for someone like me who can't sit still. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy cooking and baking. This is the profession that will keep me going and stable and guarantee a career for me in the future. Though, I would love more than anything to act.
I think I'm going to finish my associates in baking, then go on to do acting instead, because that it what I really want to do. I just feel like if I stop with culinary now, I'll never really get the job. I'll be stuck doing something I hate. I feel like this is what will help me get by in life. Unless I somehow become a famous actress. And we all know how likely that is. I don't know. I wish it weren't so out of reach. Being a train-ride away from Manhattan is fantastic, only problem is that it makes me that much farther from LA. Maybe someone with great connections will stumble upon this or something. If someone ever contacted me about acting in a feature film, I would drop everything but my pants and hop on the next plane to whatever location.

Hell, I would even miss the Misfits show.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Drive-by Gun-slinging

Often I find myself wishing that I carried a gun with me at all times. Not really to hurt anyone or anything, but just to have. For example:
I was walking from the main building of my college today down to my dorm. To get there I have to walk down a wide walkway then across a small street. There is a marked path to cross the street and on either side of it is a stop sign, so cars coming from either direction have to stop to let the students pass.
Today I'm walking along, down the walkway and I get to the street, and some ignorant woman "stops" at the stop sign (and by stop, I mean "barely slowdown and then go blowing through it". She was supposed to stop so I could walk across the street safely. But the dirty bitch just blew by. At that moment I wish that I had a small handgun so I could shoot out her tires and send her barreling into bushes.
Moments like that are when I wish I had a gun. Also like today when people were throwing large pears at my door. I wish I could have just thrown the door open and gone "BANGBANGBANG!" and shot all the fruit out of their hands. That would have been fantastic.


Z-Day draws nearer

a time of crisis awaits

ready the chainsaws

These fuckers are quick.

Sometimes I wish that there were some device that could be used to pump food directly into the stomach. Maybe a small portable one, like a syringe, that was just injected into the stomach area. Instead of having to go and sit and eat a full meal when you dont have to. Sometimes I eat because I'm actually hungry, not because I like food and during those times, full meals are sometimes unavailible. So, I wish there were some kind of injector that could put a very heavy food substance into my stomach to make me not hungry. These things would be good for on airplanes, trains, during meetings and classes. Or maybe I'm just a Fatty McFatterson.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Silly Rabbit, My Ass.

As I ate a bowl of Lucky Charms, I remember that the shape of Trix cereal had been changed. Can I just mention how much this bothers me? Trix used to be so cool, with all of its bright colors and amazing fruit shapes. Now they're just little balls, like a big bowl of rainbow Cap'n Crunch. This is disappointing. And look at them, saying "NEW SHAPE!" as if its some grand accomplishment. What is that? What is this nonsense! I rid my hands of you, Trix cereal. I rid my hands of you.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Grab bags

My family often likes to go to Dairy Queen. We usually all get the same thing. Some odd mixed hot-fudgy concoction, a heath bar blizzard, and another blizzard.
Its all generally the same, except for when my dad gets a grab-bag.

Grab-bag, n.

A bag of mixed, randomly selected frozen treats from Dairy Queen

Syn: bag of mistakes

We've come to realize that all a grab-bag is, is a bunch of mess-ups that are put in a bag in the freezer that you get for cheap.