Sunday, August 31, 2008

Not-Voldemort
8月 31日 「日曜日」
I've decided: I. Hate. Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends.
Is that what it's called? I don't care; I hate it. Courtney had purchased a season of the show and put it on while I was at her house and not only that, she put on the commentary, which was done by the character Cheese.

Cheese is the Antichrist.

I think for a full minute (with the exception of a break here and there) all Cheese did was shout, "DO IT AGAIN" repeatedly. It was frightening -- and making my stomach feel worse.

Yes, prior to the viewing of sin and baby sacrificing I had some wrong rumblies in my tumbly. I was sprawled out on the bed and pretty much forced to watch the cartoon because it hurt too much to get up and go anywhere else. Justin was on the floor watching it too, but he didn't seem as disturbed as I was by it.

Anyway, I just got off the phone with my sister. She was telling me about how everyone at Job Corp knows her; Even if it's someone's first day on campus, they'll have heard of her by the time they got in a dorm. And she said everyone loves her, and she doesn't know why. Is it mean to say I don't know why either?

--And that reminds me of something kind of off topic: 'Dgette, I can't for the life of me remember the name of the bad guy in Lord of the Rings.

Back to what I was saying though... last time I was on the phone with her, I had to listen to her verbally dissect someone who had come in to bother her about a borrowed article of clothing. She kept explaining how much everyone loved her, though, and how she's friends with /everyone/ but made sure to end it in ways that showed she didn't really care. It's obvious that she does care.

I'm glad she seems content with herself though. Not a lot of people are.
We have to read a book called "Loving Yourself" for Speech and Justin says I probably need it more than anyone else in the class. Ha-ha. Will an $8 book really change my view of myself?

And speaking of feeling good about one's self, I'm in a language class now, learning a language I don't care to discuss but the classmates are all seemingly nice. Justin and I both got dropped from Psychology for some unknown reason and they were making too big of a deal about getting back in, so in a panic to meet HR's deadline of turning in proof that I'm a full time student, we added into the foreign language class. After class let out on Thursday I had stated, "Well they were nice," (because we all had to work in groups of four or five students) and Justin flatly said, "That's because they want to get in your pants."

Gee, thanks, pal.
Self-esteem +1

-(miscellaneous)

Since I haven't done these kind of drawings in a while, I thought I'd give it a shot.
Behold, Cota's beloved "Echo".


Random photograph of ザエルアポロ resting on my pillow. I thought it was sort of amazing
he caught my disco ball's reflection on his face.


. . . XD And the best picture I've seen online in a while,
for those of you who have seen Iron Man and Harold & Kumar (the sequel).

+(commentios)

'Dgette, in '05 you were like 12 >:O (Kidding.) Also, all the girls that work at Carl's Jr. are deeply in the closet. Is it that way with Hardee's too?

Le, I didn't take a class for the coloring, no. If I knew of a class for that, however, I'd gladly sign up. I don't know if I'm using my markers properly enough...or at least to their full potential. I really just started with a lot of trial and error. I've always been obsessive with shading though, heh. *~* And I got what you meant after a while, ha-ha. I'm well rested today.

Tori, weelll, it looked ok on paper, but after loading the picture it seemed sort of sloppy to me. ._." Maybe it's just my monitor, everything looks pretty dark (I need a new computer for realzies). Also, I can't believe you said that. But thanks...XD Dodge the bullets!

Terentia, sun showers are amazing. :D I was going to get into a Piano class but it wouldn't fit into my schedule very well. The art class is pretty ok though. There's a dude in there with tattoos that keeps staring at me @-@ Ha-ha. The teacher seems cool though (even if he is a little anal neurotic) and he seemed all fascinated with my name.

Morgorat, I really suck at waking up in the morning too (though I really prefer morning to any other time of the day). My step dad was trying to get all of us, me and my step siblings, to go to church with him but Né and I both overslept. xD I'm not too bummed out about that though. Don't you feel bad when people buy you the wrong things? Like you should be grateful they got it for you, but you're kinda upset it's the wrong thing. ._."

Mood: Indifferent
Listening to: Aqualung
Playing: Free Cell
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