And furthermore.....

Dude.http://store3.yimg.com/I/daljeets_1736_3883469http://www.daljeets.com/newrock4439.htmlDude

Zoe Chevat and the Totally Kick-Ass, Stress-Free, Very Good Day

Cause that's how it SHOULD be, foo.Dude, tomorrow being SATs is completely overshadowed by Free Comic Book Day, X2 ( which, admittedly, is a stupid name for a sequel), and Alex coming back from Mexico after a year. Speaking of the poorly-named sequel; Entertainment Weekly has a gorgeously long article and a very positive review, even though it was done by someone who openly hates superhero-genre stuff. X-Men is not Justice League (sorry, Suz'). Colosuss and others to make guest appearances.By the way, I officially love Alan Cumming, because he's cool and blue and has a nice dog. " No one gets Anna Paquin, dearie."Hehhee.Bleh, geh, spaz.*looks at her layouts for a ammunition-loadable flamethrower, to be used in Toolbox Arsenal* That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

Yea, So, HELLLLO OUT THERE!

Hello empty void.Why hello Zoo, how are you?*echoing voice* ISSS ANYBOOODDDDYYYYY OUUUTTTT THHHHEEERRREE???????!!!!!!X2's coming out Friday, but I don't think I'll get to it till later. However, Saturday is SATs, which shall be rewarded with a trip to Free Comic Book Day at Time Warp. Hence, the icon change.Today was a damn crappy day. I hardly went to class, and have officially given up trying to keep with Dearborn's psycho-clip pace in Art History. Evil man switching up drugs. First he's on nicotine, now he's on speed. I am severely disliking myself at present. Feel like seven kinds of ick. Ewwewweww.Not even X-Men: Evolution cheered me up.Need cheery things....fast....slipping off happiness plateau....

*is in hysterics*

Aragorn: *backslashes an approaching teenage girl with his sword* That's the fifth girl named Mary Sue trying to join our group that I've had to kill this morning. We haven't even finished breakfast."Parody FanFiction, thank the gods

Ponderings....and a Question for Everyone

If you could live your life the way you really wanted to, what would you do? Society, money, and international relations aside, how? How would you dress? What language would you speak? Where would your home be? Throw 'logic' to the wind, and speak from the heart.

and 1 and 2 and....ouch

There's something very off here. I spent more time at the gym today than I spent sleeping last night. Am exhausted, but feeling rather fit. Biked to gym, worked out for two hours and biked back. Someone catch me before I hit the hard ground.Amusing thing of the day: Some people mouth the lyrics to songs on their headphones. Today I saw a woman Sign them as she was cycling. That's cool.Jon Stewart makes me happy.So...I'm in the mood for a crazy, maniacal scheme. I don't know what, but that's what my copy of Caesar's Guide to Megalomania, Imperialism, and Other Trifles of the Ancient World is for. ( I wish that book existed, really I do. However, no need, for we have Shrub.)So, upcoming things to be anxious as fuck all about: AP Test when Dearborn hasn't finished, the prick; getting all my stuff together for summer; being able to produce on command; finals...Things to be "squeee"-ing about: Starting June 21st, I will be living in a swinging, downtown, college pad, with artartart and a 70% female student body. If I can't manage this, then I'll settle for being a celibate loner. MagentaRiot: i want pictures and scandalously vivd details.I'm not sure it'll be half as interesting as I wish I could tell people it will be. ( Did that make sense?) Fact is, I can't help being excited about hope. ( Not that this is the sole reason I'm going to RISD...it's sort of a side dish. Dish...hehee)Jen says she'll slap me if I don't stop doubting myself. Which means I will not only be short and odd, but rather bruised.Maybe it's the hot weather, but all of a sudden it's a broken record in my head; sexsexsexsexsexsexsex....I am feeling v. devious, and will make feeble attempt to channel repressed sexuality into mad-seduction trickery.Crazy. Like a fox.Comment? Pwease?I'll make Angst cry. Six: "She will, too."

and 1 and 2 and....ouch

There's something very off here. I spent more time at the gym today than I spent sleeping last night. Am exhausted, but feeling rather fit. Biked to gym, worked out for two hours and biked back. Someone catch me before I hit the hard ground.Amusing thing of the day: Some people mouth the lyrics to songs on their headphones. Today I saw a woman Sign them as she was cycling. That's cool.Jon Stewart makes me happy.So...I'm in the mood for a crazy, maniacal scheme. I don't know what, but that's what my copy of Caesar's Guide to Megalomania, Imperialism, and Other Trifles of the Ancient World is for. ( I wish that book existed, really I do. However, no need, for we have Shrub.)So, upcoming things to be anxious as fuck all about: AP Test when Dearborn hasn't finished, the prick; getting all my stuff together for summer; being able to produce on command; finals...Things to be "squeee"-ing about: Starting June 21st, I will be living in a swinging, downtown, college pad, with artartart and a 70% female student body. If I can't manage this, then I'll settle for being a celibate loner. MagentaRiot: i want pictures and scandalously vivd details.I'm not sure it'll be half as interesting as I wish I could tell people it will be. ( Did that make sense?) Fact is, I can't help being excited about hope. ( Not that this is the sole reason I'm going to RISD...it's sort of a side dish. Dish...hehee)Jen says she'll slap me if I don't stop doubting myself. Which means I will not only be short and odd, but rather bruised.Maybe it's the hot weather, but all of a sudden it's a broken record in my head; sexsexsexsexsexsexsex....I am feeling v. devious, and will make feeble attempt to channel repressed sexuality into mad-seduction trickery.Crazy. Like a fox.Comment? Pwease?I'll make Angst cry. Six: "She will, too."