I haven't updated in a gajillion years. Anyway, so I heard on TV about Hitler's ideas for his SuperCity Germania after he beleived he would win the second world war. Well, he had a dome in mind, not just any dome, but a dome that would be over a thousand feet tall from floor to ceiling. This dome would be able to seat something like 200,000 ( Read more... )

Uh, whoa? Livejournal looks like it has acquired all of these creepy new technological features. I hate new technological features.

Anyway, there's some dumb baby at my house and it has been crying and crying for hours and hours and I'm going to kill and kill it. BabyRoast anyone?
I didn't think so.

I'm home. It is wretched. That is all.

I'll be home tomorrow. Also, I shaved my head. I forgot to mention that.

Uh. That's about it.

Peace, muthas.

You know, I really fuckin' hate how Hamlet's big speech is about death. It doesn't have to be about death people ( Read more... )

I am alive. It's true, true, true for you and you. I'm sitting in the computer lab in the second basement of the BBC and no one else is here. I've got an entire room full of electronics, rolly chairs, and fake plants entirely to myself and I can't think of one damned thing to do. Shouldn't I be able to come up with something interesting in a room ( Read more... )

Let me give you a run down of the past two weeks ( Read more... )

:: sings cheerfully drugged up on Tylenon with Codeine :: I get to have my wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisdom tooooooooooooooooooooooooooth taken out. Isn't this exciting? I get to be anesthatized! I get to have doctors perform various medical procedures upon me whilst I am unconscious. Is anyone else creeped out by this? Anyone? Anyone? Especially when I ( Read more... )

I am depressed. Depressed is a weird word. Theink about the morphology. I have been pressed. Flattened, pancaked. Weighted down. Why? why why why why why. Who knows. It's not important. It's not sad either. I hate it when people assume that depressed means sad. It doesn't mean sad. It means stasis. Fucking stuck. Mired down in ritual and habit, ( Read more... )

Yesterday was my twentieth birthday. I woke up and entirely forgot that it was my birthday until I made it to music. But before that, when I got up, I realized that my eye was dying. It was swollen and bloodshot and just streaming tears. It did this all through music. Not to mention my phone started ringing in class. The ringtone is Fergalicious. ( Read more... )

Happy New Year, Auld Lang Something or Other, Holiday wishes, etc ( Read more... )