Saturday, December 11, 2004

Why duznt ne1 reply 2 my gb signingz???
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Shin- I remember being five and going ":O!!! IT SAYS THE "H" WORD!"

Alea- It was so cool.

Mimmi- I swear, I'll have it soon! I just need to figure out this stupid keyboard.

Syk- I don't have the OLD one set up yet, and I'll be burning Photoshop for myself either tonight or tomorrow.

That's right, you are of no use anymore. Off to the farm that nobody can ever visit with you.

Solo- Wait.. So is it one of their calm, piano/violin vocal ones?

Shinji- You know, he hasn't brought it in yet. The more I think about those guys in the fez hats the more I want to read it.

Karmi- I would call you Amish, but that would be wrong in so many ways.

Mal- Nah, it's okay.

Stacie- Yeah, unlike.. Heath and Elias?

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Schindler's List has singlehandedly become my highlight of the day. The scene where they're clearing out the ghettos quite possibly made me the most emotional I've ever gotten over a movie.

It was the shock value, mostly. In most violent movies that I (and most of my classmates) have seen, the deaths are all generally short and predictable. When you see the Nazis randomly shooting weeping teenage men, with the blood coming out in realistic spurts and the skull fragments everywhere, it's quite different.

Deaths aren't usually this poetic, either.

I really want to get this one on DVD.. More than Star Wars, more than Kill Bill, and more than The Matrix.

That reminds me. I haven't ranted about the Matrix boxset, have I?

The packaging.. Could be better. It's nice to see a franchise that is so stylistic that they don't even need to put the title on the box to draw people in.

The material itself.. Eh. I don't own a single Matrix DVD, though I've rented them all many times, but they're not at all my top priority. The transfer quality is pretty sweet, though.

And though I'm a strong advocate of watching special features, this seems borderline-overkill. I still haven't listened to the Invader Zim Volume Two commentary track, and I've had that for a while. I need to catch up.

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I began work on a new comic today. It's amazing how much time I can spend getting my quasi-stick figures just right.

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We were going over something.. Stupid.. In math. I was paying attention, but I apparently looked asleep (I can't deny that- I had been fighting sleep off all day), and the teacher just blurted out my name in the middle of class for no reason. It was.. Odd.

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Yesterday was quite possibly the most boring day of English I have had this year. The teacher was giving a speech about this new essay we have due in Februrary on anything World War II-related. I don't know why, but it was so mind-numbingly dull that I wanted to shoot myself. This sort of carried over to today, but we kind of got out of it. Someone asked some question about WWII, and she got on a rant about it, and then I asked a different question. This snowballed into a World War II forum (with some of the dumbest questions I've ever heard) which took up a good deal of the period.

But I got the point. "Plagiarism = bad. Cite you resources. Bend over for the gods of rigid essay writing."

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We decided to go down to Ikea yesterday and get some desks for the new computer setup. I had never been in that store before, and what I had in store for me was quite the surprise. I had known about odd, imported furniture, but I had never seen too much of it in person. It was a pretty freaking hilarious experience, and it has inspired me to write.

So that's what I'm going to do my screenplay on: A bunch of people in a Swedish furniture store and their many misadventures.

It sounds stupid, but there were so many things that were just peculiar about the place, it just screams "GARDEN STATE RIPOFF."

Only good.

(Speaking of screenplays, my History teacher majored in screenwriting and she gave me a few of her college books today. They look useful.)

Choosing the furniture wasn't so bad.. It was actually getting it that was the problem. They have their big warehouse, and you're supposed to wait until they call your number. Because we had so much stuff, and all of that stuff happened to be on high shelves, and they only had one forklift man, it took a very long time.

I would have killed for an iPod. The only entertainment in there was watching people go in and out. I saw one guy with a Penny Arcade shirt and another with a Pixies jacket.

They were playing one Christmas CD over and over. The same twelve songs. The same twelve easy listening singers. My mom singing along the entire time. My brother poking me in time with the music. The crazy Korean people who didn't speak a word of English and were laughing about God knows what the entire time.

Virgin Records was taunting me through the window, beckoning me with its red neon lights and U2 poster. Barnes and Noble, though appealing, didn't attract me as much. I looked at the 2005 catalog. There were cool things. I want to decorate my room with Ikea things, if and when we ever freaking move out of this house.

But we had Taco Bell on the way back and I tried out this new burrito and it was good, so it all kinda evened out. Plus, we now have both computers completely hooked up, the only problem being keyboards. It's hell trying to figure out this wireless one. The mouse works fine, but not the keyboard. It's frustrating.

Closing Statement: "All of the vowels have little dots over them.. This confuses and angers me."
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