I feel sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick.

I could probably vomit right now, but instead I'll eat a blueberry Pop Tart in an attept to surpress my gag reflex.

Also I saw Lynsee in the hall today, or rather she saw me. I am always pleasently surprised when I see her in person since it's such a rare occurance

It just dawned on me that in the history books our generation will be looked at as the "Japanese Explosion: The time when anime ruled the western world". Our legacy will be one of giant sweat drops and ninja power-ups.

I was looking back on some old Simpsons Treehouse of Horrors and it pains me to see just how far the Simpsons have fallen from grace.

Someone needs to stop shooting a dead horse.

Dreams like the one I had last night confuse me ( Read more... )

I feel like closing in on myself. Like vegetating. Lindsay just called and I didn't pick up. Sorry Lindsay, I told you I was a bad friend. I feel like I'm becoming worse and worse everyday actually. I feel bad for Peter, I'm always in my room with the door shut. Haha he probably thinks I am masturbating or something, rest assured I am not, I' ( Read more... )

I've decided, when I graduate with my lovely bachelor's degree in Animation I'm gonna go to the U for a master in Fine Arts with a minor in Art History.

That is if they accept me.

Hopefully they will.

I need money.

Gimme

Who the hell shoots amish kids ( Read more... )

Holy effing shit!!

If you can't tell, it's supposed to be in the style of an old side scrolling/platform handheld video game. It may take a while to load but it's pretty sweet if you have the patience to wait.

EDIT: If you don't want to wait but still want to see it it's also on youtube.com. Just do a search for "Pirate Baby Cabana Battle" the ( Read more... )

The creepy Korean pastor who spoke at my dad's funeral a few months ago keeps calling me...really really early.

Like 4 o'clock in the morning early...

Which would make it 2 o'clock in the morning his time.

It's not funny anymore like it was when it first started...okay I lied, it's still a little funny.

Sometimes when I think about Art I get so pumped I just want to cry. Like there is a living force in my stomach that is growing and threatening to explode, ripping me apart, but instead of fearing it it would be wholly welcomed. There's so much about Art and it's history that I want to absorb and learn about. I would imagine it is like the ( Read more... )