Saturday, January 31, 2009
152.
Yeah, so there's this fractal I was working on a while ago. I "finished" it and started the render process. It's supposed to take 140 hours to render. It has been rendering for over 88 hours at the moment. It'll be over 3000x3000 when it's done. Plus, it looks pretty damn epic. I'm so excited. Only about 55 hours left to wait!
151.
The other night I watched this movie called Fast Food Nation. It totally has Paul Dano in it. Only for, like, ten minutes though. Anyway, it's "fiction," but the incidents in it are supposed to be common amongst fast food franchises. It's pretty terrible. Near the end of it they actually had a scene where they showed the people killing all the cows for the meat and it was pretty terrible. Basically I have decided that I am never going to eat "fast food" again. I haven't for a really long time anyway because I think it's gross, but, yeah, I have decided this.
Friday, January 30, 2009
150.
Wow. Once again it has been a long time since I've posted anything.
Hmm, what to say...
Well, I've finally finished all my exams. I'm very glad about this.
Uh, I still think that Paul Dano is beautiful and I'm going to marry him.
Oh, I'm also going to marry Lasse Gjertsen. Polygamy, ftw.
Hmm, what to say...
Well, I've finally finished all my exams. I'm very glad about this.
Uh, I still think that Paul Dano is beautiful and I'm going to marry him.
Oh, I'm also going to marry Lasse Gjertsen. Polygamy, ftw.
Friday, January 23, 2009
148.
You know what I hate? When my mom has really loud friends over. Actually, no, I just hate really loud and obnoxious people in general. I'm not sure why, they just do. Probably because they're so loud and obnoxious.
Anyhow, I was going to write this earlier, but as I was typing in the numbers to title this, she looked over my shoulder and said, "Oh evisha fotts. What site is that?" I was thinking to myself, "WHAT THE FUCK?" Naturally, I corrected her and told her it was a blog and that what she was reading actually said "eviscerated foetus." She was like, "Ooooh." Yeah, that pissed me off. I really hate when people read over my shoulder like Edele is right now. Yeah, that's right Edele. I'm blogging about you reading this.
/insert exaggerated angry face here.
Yeah, so I actually did really well on my English 12 Mocks. I don't know how that happened, but it did. In-TENSE.
Anyhow, I was going to write this earlier, but as I was typing in the numbers to title this, she looked over my shoulder and said, "Oh evisha fotts. What site is that?" I was thinking to myself, "WHAT THE FUCK?" Naturally, I corrected her and told her it was a blog and that what she was reading actually said "eviscerated foetus." She was like, "Ooooh." Yeah, that pissed me off. I really hate when people read over my shoulder like Edele is right now. Yeah, that's right Edele. I'm blogging about you reading this.
/insert exaggerated angry face here.
Yeah, so I actually did really well on my English 12 Mocks. I don't know how that happened, but it did. In-TENSE.
147. TOPIC: People Can Create Their Own Reality
Quite honestly, I find this to an incredibly stimulating topic of discussion. It opens many doors and windows of philosophical possibilities and forces one to test the maleability of their own beliefs and compromise their sense of security. In order for this to take place, however, one must ask, "What is reality?"
If one was to ask the average person to explain what "reality" is, they'd most likely peg it as anything with tangible and visual characteristics. Some may, in addition to the aforementioned, claim that this supposed "reality" must be experienced by multiple people in order to achieve its rightful validation.
What many people don't know, is that everything you experience using the five senses are simply electrical impulses being interpretated by our brains. Naturally with this understanding, the substantial variables become almost inmediately apparent. The amount of elecetrical stimualtion each person is able to recieve, the function of their neurotransmitters, the amount of myelin coating the axon's of one's neurons, all these things play a direct role in the reception and interpretation of these stimulants. It would be illogical and naive for one to believe that these seemingly insignificant variables have no affect on the overall interpretation.
Taking, now, this concept of reality as well as the infinate number of variables into consideration, can anyone truly believe that they are experiencing precisely the same things as the person next to them? Acknowledging this, is acknowledging the fact that each person sees, hears, tastes, smells, and feels things differntly than every other person in existence. When reality is simply everything that one can sense, wouldn't that clearly show that there is no true reality and that there are, in fact, over six billion different realities all existing simultaneously? I believe that this is precisely what this shows.
With the understanding that each person operates on a seperate reality, the concept of its creation can be adressed. The idea of "creating" a reality appears to many as the ability to have complete control over the colour of the grass or the laws of gravity. In actuality, however, it really just boils down to the concept of total narcissism and self-absorption.
Every person in existence is the center of their reality. Everything revolves around him or her regardless of whether or not it is acknowledged. Because of this, one's personal beliefs have a direct affect on their immediate personal reality. A man or woman that believes in the concept of Heaven and Hell will live their life making decisions inspired by their particular desired afterlife. To a person who has never experienced this concept, it simply does not exist. If one doesn't know something exists, how can it be a part of their reality? This would be an example of an unintentionally created aspect to a particular reality.
As you can see, every person can and does create their own reality. It just isn't in a way that the average person expects. The real question, however, is can one truly change their reality?
Essay from my English mock that got me another six. Aww yeeeah.
If one was to ask the average person to explain what "reality" is, they'd most likely peg it as anything with tangible and visual characteristics. Some may, in addition to the aforementioned, claim that this supposed "reality" must be experienced by multiple people in order to achieve its rightful validation.
What many people don't know, is that everything you experience using the five senses are simply electrical impulses being interpretated by our brains. Naturally with this understanding, the substantial variables become almost inmediately apparent. The amount of elecetrical stimualtion each person is able to recieve, the function of their neurotransmitters, the amount of myelin coating the axon's of one's neurons, all these things play a direct role in the reception and interpretation of these stimulants. It would be illogical and naive for one to believe that these seemingly insignificant variables have no affect on the overall interpretation.
Taking, now, this concept of reality as well as the infinate number of variables into consideration, can anyone truly believe that they are experiencing precisely the same things as the person next to them? Acknowledging this, is acknowledging the fact that each person sees, hears, tastes, smells, and feels things differntly than every other person in existence. When reality is simply everything that one can sense, wouldn't that clearly show that there is no true reality and that there are, in fact, over six billion different realities all existing simultaneously? I believe that this is precisely what this shows.
With the understanding that each person operates on a seperate reality, the concept of its creation can be adressed. The idea of "creating" a reality appears to many as the ability to have complete control over the colour of the grass or the laws of gravity. In actuality, however, it really just boils down to the concept of total narcissism and self-absorption.
Every person in existence is the center of their reality. Everything revolves around him or her regardless of whether or not it is acknowledged. Because of this, one's personal beliefs have a direct affect on their immediate personal reality. A man or woman that believes in the concept of Heaven and Hell will live their life making decisions inspired by their particular desired afterlife. To a person who has never experienced this concept, it simply does not exist. If one doesn't know something exists, how can it be a part of their reality? This would be an example of an unintentionally created aspect to a particular reality.
As you can see, every person can and does create their own reality. It just isn't in a way that the average person expects. The real question, however, is can one truly change their reality?
Essay from my English mock that got me another six. Aww yeeeah.
146. TOPIC: Self-awareness Leads to Meaningful Change
Before you can begin to discuss this topic in any great detail, one must understand what is meant by "meaningful change." When I read this, I think of "a substantial difference," so that is what I'm hoping it means to you as well.
I believe that in order for someone to "maximize their potential," as it is referred to, they must reach a state of complete awareness; a nirvana of realized potential, if you will. Once a person has reached this state of aweness, they become nothing but a juggernaut of intangibility.
Although this self-actualized state is said to be the purpose of human existence and our sole reason for eating and breathing, no one has ever reached it. In fact, it seems as if humans reach a sort of plateau of stagnation, and then plummet into oblivion long before they're even close to the ultimate achievment. Most vieew this as a tragedy. Others, like myself, breathe a sigh of relief because we've either watched a child grow up and/or watched the Matrix.
A prime example of one coming into awareness would be the development of a child. Most people can recall the stereotypes of the "terrible twos" where the child in question seems to have no desire to do anything other than rebell. This is an example of a being becoming aware of their own capabilities on an incredibly small scale. This stage of self-awareness is relatively miniscule when compared to the big picture, yet look at all the doors that have been opened because of it. The amount of power and potential now harnessed by such a small, underdeveloped being is astounding. This really leaves someone to wonder what the stages after that plateau of stagnation must be like. Which comes next? The realization and understanding of death? The ability to comprehend time in its natural state instead of as the innacurate linear measurement man has turned it into? I honestly don't know and, in fact, I have my doubts as to whether or not we, as a civilization, will ever know. How can you find something indescribable and incomprehensible? Are we looking for someone operating under the false pretenses of pseudo self-actualization and nirvana such as Buddah or Ghandi or someone we don't understand at all such as Charles Manson who may very well be operating on a seperate and more advanced plane of conciousness and existence that the cretinous masses below? Like I've said, I honestly don't know, but when it does happen, nothing will ever be the same.
Yeah, dude, I totally got a 6 on this. McMonagle never gives 6s. Whoot.
I believe that in order for someone to "maximize their potential," as it is referred to, they must reach a state of complete awareness; a nirvana of realized potential, if you will. Once a person has reached this state of aweness, they become nothing but a juggernaut of intangibility.
Although this self-actualized state is said to be the purpose of human existence and our sole reason for eating and breathing, no one has ever reached it. In fact, it seems as if humans reach a sort of plateau of stagnation, and then plummet into oblivion long before they're even close to the ultimate achievment. Most vieew this as a tragedy. Others, like myself, breathe a sigh of relief because we've either watched a child grow up and/or watched the Matrix.
A prime example of one coming into awareness would be the development of a child. Most people can recall the stereotypes of the "terrible twos" where the child in question seems to have no desire to do anything other than rebell. This is an example of a being becoming aware of their own capabilities on an incredibly small scale. This stage of self-awareness is relatively miniscule when compared to the big picture, yet look at all the doors that have been opened because of it. The amount of power and potential now harnessed by such a small, underdeveloped being is astounding. This really leaves someone to wonder what the stages after that plateau of stagnation must be like. Which comes next? The realization and understanding of death? The ability to comprehend time in its natural state instead of as the innacurate linear measurement man has turned it into? I honestly don't know and, in fact, I have my doubts as to whether or not we, as a civilization, will ever know. How can you find something indescribable and incomprehensible? Are we looking for someone operating under the false pretenses of pseudo self-actualization and nirvana such as Buddah or Ghandi or someone we don't understand at all such as Charles Manson who may very well be operating on a seperate and more advanced plane of conciousness and existence that the cretinous masses below? Like I've said, I honestly don't know, but when it does happen, nothing will ever be the same.
Yeah, dude, I totally got a 6 on this. McMonagle never gives 6s. Whoot.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
145.
Holy balls! Paul Dano is the cutest person in the history of existence!
Just imagine him with black hair and reading Nietzsche.
Monday, January 19, 2009
142.
Haha, yeah, I forgot two more things...
1. I get to design my own prom dress! I'm so excited!
2. I've been asked to prom by this kid that's, like, twenty (?) or something. Obviously I said no, but he didn't seem to get the hint... Fuck.
1. I get to design my own prom dress! I'm so excited!
2. I've been asked to prom by this kid that's, like, twenty (?) or something. Obviously I said no, but he didn't seem to get the hint... Fuck.
141.
Yeah, so I should totally be asleep right now, but obviously I'm too much of a ballah for all that business. Haha, obviously. Anyhow, I think I'm going to take up a silence vow. You know, just for lack of better things to do. I think I'll set my goal at ten days. If I can get through that I'll go for twenty and then thirty. If I can get past a full month, I'll be intense. Go me.
On another note, I've realized that I don't mind this one band too much. They're called 3Oh!3. It's one of those lame bands that Chantelle listens to that turns out to be not as lame as I originally expected. I can't handle a lot of their songs, but there are a select few that are pretty rad.
Well, I think that's it for now. I'll blog more...eventually.
Oh! I have a fish. He's really pretty. His name is Varg. I love him.
Oh, I'm also learning to speak Norwegian. It's going well. I'm excited.
Haha, also, I'm madly in love with this Norwegian film maker named Lasse Gjertsen. He's fabulous and beautiful. Truly, he is.
So, I think that this is all for now.
Ha det bra!
On another note, I've realized that I don't mind this one band too much. They're called 3Oh!3. It's one of those lame bands that Chantelle listens to that turns out to be not as lame as I originally expected. I can't handle a lot of their songs, but there are a select few that are pretty rad.
Well, I think that's it for now. I'll blog more...eventually.
Oh! I have a fish. He's really pretty. His name is Varg. I love him.
Oh, I'm also learning to speak Norwegian. It's going well. I'm excited.
Haha, also, I'm madly in love with this Norwegian film maker named Lasse Gjertsen. He's fabulous and beautiful. Truly, he is.
So, I think that this is all for now.
Ha det bra!
Friday, January 16, 2009
140. The Baguette I
The Baguette
She was one of his oldest and dearest friends in Paris, a Jewish actress by the name of Avital. Her mother was a failed dancer from Austria, and her father, a failed writer from Poland. In 1939, the two of them had managed to escape to London, where Avital was born. When the war finally ended and they returned to Paris, so many of their friends and neighbours had been deported that they never again quite managed to believe in the reality of their lives. They lived in a hotel near the Luxembourg Gardens, ate out in restaurants, and paid only the scantest attention to the so-called necessities of life; both were more or less anorexic and insomniac; neither did housework.
Time passed, Cosmo went on. Once Avital had grown up and begun to life on her own, her parents move to Israel and settled down in Tel Aviv.
That's practically the anagram of their daughter's name! Elke pointed out.
Since that time, they'd sunk into a sort of harmless lunacy. As the mother had health problems (phlebitis and a zona, if I remember correctly), the father did all the shopping and cooking. Whereas he himself ate almost nothing for supper (two yogurts were plenty), he went to the supermarket every day and bought his wife a half chicken, she gave most of it to the dog. Ah yes, I forgot to tell you they had a dog. Storytelling is not my forte, I apologize. Anyway, it was a very cute dog when they first got it, but by this time it had grown neurotic and obese; Avital's mother kept it on a leash even inside the house; she would lead it into the kitchen and force-feed it with a spoon, and when it couldn't swallow another mouthful she'd empty the contents of its tins directly onto the kitchen floor; the apartment reeked of dogfood, and when the father got up barefoot in the middle of the night for a glass of water, he would step in squishy stuff. Moreover, the mother was worried the dog might catch acold so, even in teh summer, even in ninety-degree weather, she would cover it with blankets, mountains of blankets, until all you could see was its poor little nose sticking out. She fretted and fussed about the dog so much that her husband finallaly exploded -- I'll KILL that dog! He roared. I swear, I'm going to KILL it! And he would pretend to step on the dog and crush it beneath his feet...
139. The Doe
The Doe
I admit to having stared adoringly into the eyes of my executioner as I died, Your Honour, but only because he happened to be bending over me at the time, observing me closely through the lens of his Nikon. He took up my entire field of vision, so of course he meant the world to me -- the world I so dearly loved and was now forced to leave... Ah, such a wrenching of the heart! Think of it! To have no choice buyt to love your assassin, simply because he is still athrob with life, because blood is still coursing through his veins, whereas your own heartbeats grow fewer and farther between... weaken... flutter... cease...
I admit to having stared adoringly into the eyes of my executioner as I died, Your Honour, but only because he happened to be bending over me at the time, observing me closely through the lens of his Nikon. He took up my entire field of vision, so of course he meant the world to me -- the world I so dearly loved and was now forced to leave... Ah, such a wrenching of the heart! Think of it! To have no choice buyt to love your assassin, simply because he is still athrob with life, because blood is still coursing through his veins, whereas your own heartbeats grow fewer and farther between... weaken... flutter... cease...
138. Don Juan
Yes, so I think I've decided to do the response on Nancy Houston's "An Adoration." There were a few parts that I really liked so I'm going to randomly post them on here so that I can read them every now and again. Yes, I know I'm awesome.
Don Juan
Objection, your Honour! This has got to stop. I insist taht you do something about it! With the utmost indignation and determination, I protest against what has just been said. It is intolerable that my name be invoked every time a ladies' man comes prancing along. Its been going on for centuries and with every passing year my name is further degraded and trivialized... The truth is that my own ambitions were lofty, noble and metaphysical; far from being a guy who scratched his crotch every time it itched, I attacked the hypocrisy of social conventions; I hurled my defiance in the face of God himself; I'm one of the most powerful symbols of individual freedom in the history of the Western World!
As for sexual inversion, the very idea of it makes my heart seize up in horror, like the slug when Frank holds a match to it.
Don Juan
Objection, your Honour! This has got to stop. I insist taht you do something about it! With the utmost indignation and determination, I protest against what has just been said. It is intolerable that my name be invoked every time a ladies' man comes prancing along. Its been going on for centuries and with every passing year my name is further degraded and trivialized... The truth is that my own ambitions were lofty, noble and metaphysical; far from being a guy who scratched his crotch every time it itched, I attacked the hypocrisy of social conventions; I hurled my defiance in the face of God himself; I'm one of the most powerful symbols of individual freedom in the history of the Western World!
As for sexual inversion, the very idea of it makes my heart seize up in horror, like the slug when Frank holds a match to it.
137.
Okay, so I'm sitting in English class again. It sucks. English is rather lame. We're supposed to be writing a response to a novel that we read from our teacher's selection. I've read seven of them. I have no idea which one to do it on. Plus, I don't even really know what to write about.
Also, at this time, I'm enjoying a very large thing of coffee. Hot damn, do I ever love coffee.
I am currently in the process of learning Norweigan. It's a very odd language. I love it with a fiery passion. It's lovely.
Lasse Gjertsen is amazing.
Also, at this time, I'm enjoying a very large thing of coffee. Hot damn, do I ever love coffee.
I am currently in the process of learning Norweigan. It's a very odd language. I love it with a fiery passion. It's lovely.
Lasse Gjertsen is amazing.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
136.
Today I had Biology 12 for two and a half hours. 'Twas a little bit rediculous. Anyhow, we dissected a foetal pig. The preservatives it was in smelled really bad and made me feel sick. I'm pretty sure we named the foetus Charlotte.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
135.
Wow, I haven't blogged in a while. Fuck, I need back into this business...
I can't believe that it's almost the end of the semester. What the fuck.
Yes, so I've been compiling a bunch of video files on Charles Manson lately. I've got some original footage from his trial as well as some raw footage of interviews and a couple documentaries. It's incredible how much bullshit gets said about him. Fuck. The poor man. He's actually so much more intelligent than people give him credit for. Also, he's not as insane and out of it as people make him seem. Fuck you editors!!!
I can't believe that it's almost the end of the semester. What the fuck.
Yes, so I've been compiling a bunch of video files on Charles Manson lately. I've got some original footage from his trial as well as some raw footage of interviews and a couple documentaries. It's incredible how much bullshit gets said about him. Fuck. The poor man. He's actually so much more intelligent than people give him credit for. Also, he's not as insane and out of it as people make him seem. Fuck you editors!!!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
134. Manson
Yeah, so lately I've been compiling some raw footage of Charles Manson. I'm very excited about it. There's this one interview I have of him with a segment that really caught my attention, so I decided to type up a transcript of that scene.
When questioned about remorse...
"Is he sorry. Hmm. I...I don't, uh...you know what? Let's...let's say this. Am I honest? You know, I can say anything. I don't really know what 'sorry' means. I've been sorry all my life. 'I was sorry I was born,' is what my mother told me. Uh, I've been at the bottom of this pile as long as I can remember.
Everybody's had permission to bite any part of me they wanted...chew up. I don't really, honestly know what a lot of these words mean that you guys use.
What does 'sorry' mean? 'Ughhh, ugh, I hurt. I've been beat with the leather strap. I'm...I'm sorry.' I'm sorry because I'm hurt or I'm sorry because... Why did I get beat? I don't even undersstand why I got beat. I just got beat. Why am I getting beat? Why've you got me in a cell? Why can't I wear clothes? Why can't I do like other human beings? Why do I have to be...why am I into this?
I'm asking all these 'whys' to myself 'cause you aked those 'whys' to me and I don't know how to deal with this 'sorry' thing, guy. They just keep asking me about this remorse thing and I'm not...I don't have a mind that way. My mind is, 'what works?' If something works, it functions. I...I have a mind in procedure. I understand procedure. I understand war. I understand rules and regulations. I don't understand 'sorry'."
When questioned about remorse...
"Is he sorry. Hmm. I...I don't, uh...you know what? Let's...let's say this. Am I honest? You know, I can say anything. I don't really know what 'sorry' means. I've been sorry all my life. 'I was sorry I was born,' is what my mother told me. Uh, I've been at the bottom of this pile as long as I can remember.
Everybody's had permission to bite any part of me they wanted...chew up. I don't really, honestly know what a lot of these words mean that you guys use.
What does 'sorry' mean? 'Ughhh, ugh, I hurt. I've been beat with the leather strap. I'm...I'm sorry.' I'm sorry because I'm hurt or I'm sorry because... Why did I get beat? I don't even undersstand why I got beat. I just got beat. Why am I getting beat? Why've you got me in a cell? Why can't I wear clothes? Why can't I do like other human beings? Why do I have to be...why am I into this?
I'm asking all these 'whys' to myself 'cause you aked those 'whys' to me and I don't know how to deal with this 'sorry' thing, guy. They just keep asking me about this remorse thing and I'm not...I don't have a mind that way. My mind is, 'what works?' If something works, it functions. I...I have a mind in procedure. I understand procedure. I understand war. I understand rules and regulations. I don't understand 'sorry'."
133.
I am rather pleased with myself at the moment. Today I managed to finish a script I've been working on. Whoot.
I will now return to doing my nails.
That is all.
I will now return to doing my nails.
That is all.
Monday, January 5, 2009
132.
Well, I've got school today. I'm not sure how to respond to that. I'm glad because it'll give me something to do outside of the house, but that also means that I'll have to start being responsible again. Vacation's over. Blech. Well, this should be an adventure.
Also, according to Josh Mullet, I'm pro just because. I think that's rather dandy. Indeed.
Also, according to Josh Mullet, I'm pro just because. I think that's rather dandy. Indeed.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
131.
I can't believe there's school tomorrow. I totally thought that I had another week or so. In fact, yesterday I thought it was only around Tuesday or so. Hmm, I probably should've checked up on that a while ago. Anyhow, tonight I'm rushing to finish all the homework that I should have done earlier on. I'm truly kicking myself about that.
Also, I have a new goal as of yet. It is to not slack off at school anymore. I think it'd be in my best interest to actually try to do my best instead of just randomly doing what's expected. I think it's a swell idea.
Oh, and I've decided that if I fail in the film industry, I'll be a criminal psychologist. I'll study the minds of serial killers and such. Why not?
Also, I have a new goal as of yet. It is to not slack off at school anymore. I think it'd be in my best interest to actually try to do my best instead of just randomly doing what's expected. I think it's a swell idea.
Oh, and I've decided that if I fail in the film industry, I'll be a criminal psychologist. I'll study the minds of serial killers and such. Why not?
Saturday, January 3, 2009
130.
Your real name: Sarah
Age: 17
Height: 5'3''
Natural hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Gray
Skin color: White
Glasses/contacts?: Glasses
Piercings: 13 (RL Ears x3 [14,14,00], RL nostril, septum, medusa, tongue, RL Dimples)
Tattoos: Not Yet
Braces: Nope
Mannerisms: Uh, it depends who I'm around.
Other distinctive markings: None that I can think of.
FAVOURITE
Colour: Black
Band: Opeth
Video game: Conker's Bad Fur Day
Movie: Too many to list
Book: Too many to list
Game on a cell phone: I don't have a cell phone
CD: Don't have a favourite
Flower: Orchid
Scent: I don't have a favourite
Animal: Too many to list
Comic book: Archie
Cereal: Honey Combs
Website: DeviantArt and Questionable Content
Cartoon: Too many to name
DO YOU
Play an instrument?: Yeah, the flute
Watch TV more than 60 hours a week?: Nope
Like to sing?: If no one's around
Have a job?: Nope
Have a cell phone?: Nope
Like to play sports?: Sometimes
Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: Nope
Have a crush on someone?: Sort of
Live somewhere NOT in the united states?: Yeah
Have more than 5 TVs in your house?: Nope
Have any special talents/skills?: Not that I know of.
Exercise daily?: Nope
Like school?: Yes
CAN YOU
Sing the alphabet backwards?: It takes me a little bit, but yeah.
Stand on your tip toes without wearing shoes?: Yes
Speak any other languages?: I wish
Go a day without food?: I've done that a lot
Remember your dreams: Yes
Read music: Yes, fluently.
Roll your tongue?: Yes
Eat a whole pizza?: Sometimes
HAVE YOU EVER
Won something in the lottery?: Nope
Snuck out of the house?: Yeah
Lied to get out of trouble?: Haha, yeah.
Had a computer crash?: Ugh, yes. Fuck Mac.
Gotten lost in your city?: When I was really young.
Seen a shooting star?: Nope
Been to any other countries?: Just the states
Had a serious surgery?: Nope
Stolen something important to someone else?: Probably
Solved a rubiks cube?: Haha, yeah, because of Jim
Gone out in public in your pajamas?: Nope
Cried over a girl?: Yeah
Cried over a boy?: Yeah
Kissed a random stranger?: Yeah
Hugged a random stranger?: Yeah
Been in a fist fight?: Yeah
Been arrested?: Sort of
Done drugs?: Yeah
Had alcohol?: Yeah
Laughed and had milk come out of your nose?: Not milk, but many other liquids
Pushed all the buttons on an elevator?: Yeah
Sneaked into the opposite sex's bathroom?: Yeah, I wasn't being sneaky about it though.
Gone to school only to find you had the day off because of a holiday/etc?: Nope
Swore at your parents?: Yeah. A lot.
Kicked a guy where it hurts?: Nope
Been to a casino?: Nope
Ran over an animal and killed it?: Nope
Broken a bone?: Yeah
Gotten stitches?: Yeah
Had a water balloon fight in winter?: Nope
Made homemade muffins?: Yes
Bitten someone?: Yes
Been to Disneyland/Disneyworld?: Nope
Burped in someone’s face?: Nope
WHENS THE LAST TIME YOU
Brushed your teeth: This morning.
Cried: Can't remember
Went to the bathroom: About a half-hour ago.
Saw a movie in a theatre: Can't remember
Read a book: About ten minutes ago.
Had a snow day: 3 weeks ago.
Had a party: I don't remember.
Went to a doctor: A week ago.
Tripped in front of someone: I don't remember
Went to the grocery store: A few days ago.
Got sick: A while ago.
Got cursed: Eh, what?
Called someone: No idea.
DO YOU PREFER
Fruit/vegetables: Fruit
Black/white: Skin=white, Else=black
Lights on/lights off: Off?
TV/movie: Depends
Body spray/lotion: Lotion
Cash/cheque: Cash
Pillows/blankets: Blankets
Headache/stomach ache: Headache
Paint/charcoal: Either one
Chinese food/Mexican food: Chinese
Summer/winter: Winter
Snow/rain: Rain
Fog/misty: Fog
Rock/rap: Rock
Meat/vegetarian: Vegetarian
Chocolate/vanilla: Chocolate
Cookies/muffins: Muffins
Wallet/pocket: Wallet
Window/door: Window
Charles Chaplin/Chespirito: CHAPLIN!
Pink/purple: Purple
Cat/dog: Cat
Long sleeve/short sleeve: Long
Spring/autumn: Autumn
Clouds/clear sky: Clouds
Moon/mars: Mars
Questions/Answers: Answers
War/Peace: Depends
LOVE AND ALL THAT CRAP
Do you believe in love?: Yes
What's the most important kind of love for you?: True love?
Have you ever been in love?: Yeah, I think so.
Been close to love?: Yeah
If you have, with who?: _________
Ever confessed your feelings to the one you loved?: Never
Really badly so that it actually hurts and you cry at night?: Yeah.
Are you in a relationship?: Nope
If so, for how long?: N/A
Do you believe there is someone for everyone?: I don't know
What is your idea of the best date?: I doesn't really matter.
What was your first kiss like?: I can't remember it.
How old were you when you got your first kiss?: Can't remember
Do you think love is worth nothing?: No
Best experience you’ve ever had with the opposite sex: Haha.
Have you ever been dumped?: Nope
Have you ever dumped someone?: Nope
I...
Am: Being a Renthead
Want: I don't know.
Need: I don't know.
Love: _________
Hate: Nothing
Feel: Stuff
Did: Nothing exciting today
Miss: _________
Am annoyed by: Too much.
Would rather:
Am tired of: Everything
Will always: be.
MISCELLANEOUS
What is your favourite genre of music?: Metal and classical
What time is it now?: 1:37am
Are you hungry right now?: A little
What are you doing right now?: This
Do you like parades?: Meh.
Do you like the moon?: Yeah
What are you going to do when you're done with this?: Read
If you could have any magical power what would it be?: Jean Gray's power. Or Nightcrawler's.
DO YOU THINK YOU ARE
Funny?: Nope
Cool?: Nope
Pretty?: Definitely not.
Sarcastic?: Yeah
Lazy?: Not really
Hyper?: Nope
Friendly?: Not really
Evil?: Nope
Unforgettable?: Nope
Smart?: By comparison
Strong?: Nope
Talented?: Nope
Dorky?: Nope
WHAT COMES TO MIND WITH THE WORD
High: Acid
Lonely: Firefly
Flower: Orchid
Brain freeze: Blue
Strange: Eel
Suffering: Pain
Art: Warhol
WOULD YOU EVER
Sky dive?: Nope
Run away?: Definitely
Curse at a teacher?: Already have
Not take a shower for a week?: Already have. Not recently though.
Ask someone out?: Nope
Unscrew your cellphone too see what's inside?: Yes
Lie to someone to make them think better of you?: Doubt it
Visit a foreign country for more than a month?: Yeah.
Go scuba diving?: Probably not
Write a book?: Yes
Assemble a computer?: Yeah
Become a rock star?: Only for the heroin
Have a long-distance relationship?: Nope
Marry someone you don't know?: Nope
LAST QUESTIONS
What kind of computer do you have?: HP Pavilion
What grade/level of studies are you in?: 12
Do you like to throw popcorn at people in the movies?: Nope
How many posters do you have in your room?: None
Age: 17
Height: 5'3''
Natural hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Gray
Skin color: White
Glasses/contacts?: Glasses
Piercings: 13 (RL Ears x3 [14,14,00], RL nostril, septum, medusa, tongue, RL Dimples)
Tattoos: Not Yet
Braces: Nope
Mannerisms: Uh, it depends who I'm around.
Other distinctive markings: None that I can think of.
FAVOURITE
Colour: Black
Band: Opeth
Video game: Conker's Bad Fur Day
Movie: Too many to list
Book: Too many to list
Game on a cell phone: I don't have a cell phone
CD: Don't have a favourite
Flower: Orchid
Scent: I don't have a favourite
Animal: Too many to list
Comic book: Archie
Cereal: Honey Combs
Website: DeviantArt and Questionable Content
Cartoon: Too many to name
DO YOU
Play an instrument?: Yeah, the flute
Watch TV more than 60 hours a week?: Nope
Like to sing?: If no one's around
Have a job?: Nope
Have a cell phone?: Nope
Like to play sports?: Sometimes
Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: Nope
Have a crush on someone?: Sort of
Live somewhere NOT in the united states?: Yeah
Have more than 5 TVs in your house?: Nope
Have any special talents/skills?: Not that I know of.
Exercise daily?: Nope
Like school?: Yes
CAN YOU
Sing the alphabet backwards?: It takes me a little bit, but yeah.
Stand on your tip toes without wearing shoes?: Yes
Speak any other languages?: I wish
Go a day without food?: I've done that a lot
Remember your dreams: Yes
Read music: Yes, fluently.
Roll your tongue?: Yes
Eat a whole pizza?: Sometimes
HAVE YOU EVER
Won something in the lottery?: Nope
Snuck out of the house?: Yeah
Lied to get out of trouble?: Haha, yeah.
Had a computer crash?: Ugh, yes. Fuck Mac.
Gotten lost in your city?: When I was really young.
Seen a shooting star?: Nope
Been to any other countries?: Just the states
Had a serious surgery?: Nope
Stolen something important to someone else?: Probably
Solved a rubiks cube?: Haha, yeah, because of Jim
Gone out in public in your pajamas?: Nope
Cried over a girl?: Yeah
Cried over a boy?: Yeah
Kissed a random stranger?: Yeah
Hugged a random stranger?: Yeah
Been in a fist fight?: Yeah
Been arrested?: Sort of
Done drugs?: Yeah
Had alcohol?: Yeah
Laughed and had milk come out of your nose?: Not milk, but many other liquids
Pushed all the buttons on an elevator?: Yeah
Sneaked into the opposite sex's bathroom?: Yeah, I wasn't being sneaky about it though.
Gone to school only to find you had the day off because of a holiday/etc?: Nope
Swore at your parents?: Yeah. A lot.
Kicked a guy where it hurts?: Nope
Been to a casino?: Nope
Ran over an animal and killed it?: Nope
Broken a bone?: Yeah
Gotten stitches?: Yeah
Had a water balloon fight in winter?: Nope
Made homemade muffins?: Yes
Bitten someone?: Yes
Been to Disneyland/Disneyworld?: Nope
Burped in someone’s face?: Nope
WHENS THE LAST TIME YOU
Brushed your teeth: This morning.
Cried: Can't remember
Went to the bathroom: About a half-hour ago.
Saw a movie in a theatre: Can't remember
Read a book: About ten minutes ago.
Had a snow day: 3 weeks ago.
Had a party: I don't remember.
Went to a doctor: A week ago.
Tripped in front of someone: I don't remember
Went to the grocery store: A few days ago.
Got sick: A while ago.
Got cursed: Eh, what?
Called someone: No idea.
DO YOU PREFER
Fruit/vegetables: Fruit
Black/white: Skin=white, Else=black
Lights on/lights off: Off?
TV/movie: Depends
Body spray/lotion: Lotion
Cash/cheque: Cash
Pillows/blankets: Blankets
Headache/stomach ache: Headache
Paint/charcoal: Either one
Chinese food/Mexican food: Chinese
Summer/winter: Winter
Snow/rain: Rain
Fog/misty: Fog
Rock/rap: Rock
Meat/vegetarian: Vegetarian
Chocolate/vanilla: Chocolate
Cookies/muffins: Muffins
Wallet/pocket: Wallet
Window/door: Window
Charles Chaplin/Chespirito: CHAPLIN!
Pink/purple: Purple
Cat/dog: Cat
Long sleeve/short sleeve: Long
Spring/autumn: Autumn
Clouds/clear sky: Clouds
Moon/mars: Mars
Questions/Answers: Answers
War/Peace: Depends
LOVE AND ALL THAT CRAP
Do you believe in love?: Yes
What's the most important kind of love for you?: True love?
Have you ever been in love?: Yeah, I think so.
Been close to love?: Yeah
If you have, with who?: _________
Ever confessed your feelings to the one you loved?: Never
Really badly so that it actually hurts and you cry at night?: Yeah.
Are you in a relationship?: Nope
If so, for how long?: N/A
Do you believe there is someone for everyone?: I don't know
What is your idea of the best date?: I doesn't really matter.
What was your first kiss like?: I can't remember it.
How old were you when you got your first kiss?: Can't remember
Do you think love is worth nothing?: No
Best experience you’ve ever had with the opposite sex: Haha.
Have you ever been dumped?: Nope
Have you ever dumped someone?: Nope
I...
Am: Being a Renthead
Want: I don't know.
Need: I don't know.
Love: _________
Hate: Nothing
Feel: Stuff
Did: Nothing exciting today
Miss: _________
Am annoyed by: Too much.
Would rather:
Am tired of: Everything
Will always: be.
MISCELLANEOUS
What is your favourite genre of music?: Metal and classical
What time is it now?: 1:37am
Are you hungry right now?: A little
What are you doing right now?: This
Do you like parades?: Meh.
Do you like the moon?: Yeah
What are you going to do when you're done with this?: Read
If you could have any magical power what would it be?: Jean Gray's power. Or Nightcrawler's.
DO YOU THINK YOU ARE
Funny?: Nope
Cool?: Nope
Pretty?: Definitely not.
Sarcastic?: Yeah
Lazy?: Not really
Hyper?: Nope
Friendly?: Not really
Evil?: Nope
Unforgettable?: Nope
Smart?: By comparison
Strong?: Nope
Talented?: Nope
Dorky?: Nope
WHAT COMES TO MIND WITH THE WORD
High: Acid
Lonely: Firefly
Flower: Orchid
Brain freeze: Blue
Strange: Eel
Suffering: Pain
Art: Warhol
WOULD YOU EVER
Sky dive?: Nope
Run away?: Definitely
Curse at a teacher?: Already have
Not take a shower for a week?: Already have. Not recently though.
Ask someone out?: Nope
Unscrew your cellphone too see what's inside?: Yes
Lie to someone to make them think better of you?: Doubt it
Visit a foreign country for more than a month?: Yeah.
Go scuba diving?: Probably not
Write a book?: Yes
Assemble a computer?: Yeah
Become a rock star?: Only for the heroin
Have a long-distance relationship?: Nope
Marry someone you don't know?: Nope
LAST QUESTIONS
What kind of computer do you have?: HP Pavilion
What grade/level of studies are you in?: 12
Do you like to throw popcorn at people in the movies?: Nope
How many posters do you have in your room?: None
Friday, January 2, 2009
129.
So, last night was rather uneventful, once again. I did start reading the second newest Artemis Fowl book and of course I'm madly in love with it. This morning I discovered that the fractal I was working on last night finished rendering so I finished it up in GIMP 2 this morning. I'm pretty stoked on it.
128.
I have created a new MySpace. I feel like a complete conformist. It's all Tyler's fault though. He was randomly like, "I added yew on MySpace (:" and I never go on my old one because it's old and lame so I made a new one. Yeah.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
127.
In addition to the random photos and such, I've been messing around with Apo. Learning the ins and outs, so to speak. Anyhow here's part of a fractal project I've been working on. Please click on each one to bask in its full-sized glory!
Enolaba
Oyrbme
Llafretaw
Noitaerc
Enolaba
Oyrbme
Llafretaw
Noitaerc126.
Yes, so I've been puttering around Deviant Art lately. I've finally been getting around to finishing up and posting some of the photographs that have been wasting away in the depths of my computer for who knows how long.
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Ringo Stock IV
Wicker Texture Stock I
Wicker Texture Stock III
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Odslig
Ringo Stock IV
Wicker Texture Stock I
Wicker Texture Stock III125.
Whoo, it's the new year. Should I be excited? Time has lost its relevence to me. Anyhow.
Wow, I haven't blogged in a while. That's unnatural. I suppose I'll just have to make up for all that lost time. See what I did there?
Well, my New Year's Celebration was pretty lame. I went out with two of my pals, but left early. And no, those two were not the other two in The Trio. Surprise, surprise? Anyhow, I just sat around my house and watched Jason Lee movies. Fun.
A few days ago I watched this movie. It's a musical. It's called Rent. It truly dominates the world. I am now a Renthead.
I've been hanging out by myself a lot. Surprise, surprise? Once again, see what I did there? I think that once I leave Campbell River I won't bother trying to initiate any sort of human contact. I'll live by myself and such. Fun.
Fuck.
Wow, I haven't blogged in a while. That's unnatural. I suppose I'll just have to make up for all that lost time. See what I did there?
Well, my New Year's Celebration was pretty lame. I went out with two of my pals, but left early. And no, those two were not the other two in The Trio. Surprise, surprise? Anyhow, I just sat around my house and watched Jason Lee movies. Fun.
A few days ago I watched this movie. It's a musical. It's called Rent. It truly dominates the world. I am now a Renthead.
I've been hanging out by myself a lot. Surprise, surprise? Once again, see what I did there? I think that once I leave Campbell River I won't bother trying to initiate any sort of human contact. I'll live by myself and such. Fun.
Fuck.
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