Fantasy Instead of studying

A kid in commandos and torn clothing with a spiked Mohawk runs and clambers over the entrance meter for the metro trolley, shoving everyone out of the way, doesn't look back. Such a skinny kid with white hair. This surprise no one in the terminal, just aggravates them. Won't he think of someone beside himself? They all cry, and continue on their separate ways. The only thing even notably remarkable about this episode is something missed by the crowd. Jutting out of his arms is a bundle of old dried reed colored cloth which does not descise the shape of the prize, a sphere about one and a half the size of an average baseball. The cloth peals away from one of his locked arms; it's a blood red orb. He chews on his lip ring as he leaps the first track. Again and again he repeats this epic, and on the forth jump, grabs a pole on the destined trolley. He swings around and gingerly lands onto the platform. In the same move he pushes his limping hair from his eyes. Yellow glitters from their imbedded pale face, Like miniature suns before an eclipse in the sky itself, and looks wildly where he came from. The big, blue clad man stares at him from across the entrance. He nods his hat, and mentally marks the kid. Golden eyes knows he will not give up this easily, he has the orb. He grips it to verify he still is its keeper. With a sigh, he turns back around and walks into the interior of the car.

Star Wars Horoscope for Taurus

You are a dependable creature, but you do tend to be stubborn. You like material possessions and love to win at games. You hate being bossed around or losing. You may succumb to your physical strength when upset. You are Chewbacca

What is Your Star Wars Horoscope?

Still no symbol font

So yesterday, while I was leaving the mall, A girl approached me. She was one of those skater kids; army boots, guy cammo pants, wife beater gray and white shirts, half a shaved head, peircing everywhere, and one of those cute, angel smiles. Knife in belt, she asked me for a ride accross the street. After talking to her for a bit, I agreed. I almost envied her. She lived for the moment, not duly planning every moment of her week. Excitement and uncertainty, that's the thing. Something I've missed since I quite boys and girls club. After all my fussing, I'm not sure if I want a job anymore. I kinda want to try my hand at being an artist, and take classes over the summer. I'll still get lazy, but I might join habitate for humanity. I miss community service and although it won't be as exciting as teencourt, but it would be something. Teencourt was always lively. There was the time the asian punk who was sitting next to me got up and cussed out Zach in his native tounge about his sister, the time Marryland locked the keys in the van and we had to wait at dead night at the alvin court house for two hours, the time someone threatened to kill Josh, and that time Marisol did peer leader for the bisexual. People won't remember or know about these things, but boy, those years were something. El Toros is advertising in the paper for people, so maybe they'll call me back. I'll take a job if I get an offer, but for the most part, I'm going to interview one more place and then call it quites.

wish i had symbols as a font

I look at these people that surround me, and I don't fit in. I'm not a cutter, not boycrazy, not obbsessive, not worried about my looks, not this not that, so as I eleminate things down the page, what is there left to be? I will always succume to my art, that's for sure, but what about other things? What is right for me? I will never know. That's one thing I see. So I begin a metropolition quest next year among 40,000 kids trying to strive for me. A man at my chruch made the offhand comment once that I really just don't fit into any mold. I find offhand comments are usually the right ones. They aren't hindered by excess thought or emotion. They do not lie in solitude molding for a set period of time in the back of your mind while you try to check it's varity. But this one did, after I heard it, and unfortunatly, it's right. But there's some comfort, even while sacraficing individuallity, in fitting in a mold. There are other people who are also in your mold. It is never lonely, like it is when you are unique. It's such a civil war. Those who fit in stive to stand out, those who stand out all there lives strive to fit in. It's the feeling that something's missing or wrong that drives us. But will we ever find it? what would happen if it did? would life cese to be exciting, and just be a happy utopia bore?

Job hunt, day 3

Basically, I'm trying to find a summer job. I applied several places, and now I have to wait to here back. Some are more hopeful than others. I started praying again, and within five min I had found two help wanted signs and chicos told me to come back Monday and talk to the manager Monday(fingers crossed).
Things Learned:
1. Backgound checks take 2 weeks
2. People Like the mother on "don't throw mama from the train" do exist. I
discovered this individual working as store manager at hallmark.
3. Opticenter has a personality checklist that is composed mainly of SAT words.
4. Cake make things better.
5. I misspelled volunteer on all of my applications.

If I can't find a job, I figure I can use my dad's connections and become a Budweiser girl. The only qualifications are no tattoos or weird peircings. What a clean, family environment. Reminds me of Hooters where if your boobs are bigger than the waitress, you get a free T-shirt. Ah, Land of the free, home of the brave. Well, we are a country founded by convicts.

Blog you

So Demetri Martin is one of my favorite comedians. He tries to combined different aspects to stand up comedy. Like music, or drawing pictures, or having scenes about what's going on in his head while he narrates. He's a Yale grad and a NYU law school dropout. You can find him at weird times on comedy central. But for now, and if you're unfamiliar with this gaiter playing stud, here's a few well used lines to help you know, so when you here them at college, or around town, you can be like "hey, I know that badass demetri. He's alright."
From the 'dude, it's a demetri martin fansite':

I use this product called "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter." Because sometimes when I'm eating toast, I like to be incredulous. How was breakfast? Unbelievable.

I wonder what the most intelligent thing ever said was that started with the word 'dude.' "Dude, these are isotopes." "Dude, we removed your kidney. You're gonna be fine." "Dude, I am so stoked to win this Nobel Prize."

Swimming is a confusing sport, because sometimes you do it for fun, and other times you do it to not die. And when I'm swimming, sometimes I'm not sure which one it is. I gotta go by the outfit. Pants - uh oh. Bathing suit - okay. Naked - we'll see.

I think it's interesting that "cologne" rhymes with "alone."

'Sort of' is such a harmless thing to say. Sort of. It's just a filler. Sort of - it doesn't really mean anything. But after certain things, sort of means everything. Like after "I love you" or "You're going to live."
I quote this one durring mike checks at the church

you always here about the boy who was raised by wolves, but you never hear about the next generation? The guy who was raised by the guy who was raised by wolves. That's got to be hard, you've got a non wolf imparting wolf teachings on another non-wolf. 'dad stop sniffing my butt, I'm going to be late to school."

last one was from his site, enjoy. Otherwise, go away.

We put the cool in shcool! wait....

So now that I've totally given up trying for school, (hahahha eat that Mr. K!!) I have a lot more time to do art. Sorry right now it's all manga, but it really helps me loosen up my style and gives my 'real art' figures a supple nature and style. I am planning to take an art class at the community college this summer anyway. I don't know how i'm going to be able to get through college without art every year. I envie Tim in that way. If I had more confidence in my ability and actually thought I could make a living at it, I would major in art. I may still.








incohereint babble: wow, we really need to clean the microwave, it took me 3 minutes to cook poatched eggs. They did explode eventually.

And i'm having problems with putting pictures on my blog. More later!