Why can't Kirsten Dunst's version of Mary Jane Watson be real and my girlfriend? You'd think they'd have the technology to bring fake characters to life by now. I would like to speak to the minister of science or whatever the devil their leader is called and give him/her a piece of my mind ( Read more... )

Im at that awkward stage of the year were I keep thinking I have a hoody on. It sucks because I always try to put my hands in nonexistent pockets at my stomach. Then I become really aware of my hands and get nervous.

I've also been really obsessed with the nautical culture lately. I think Im supposed to be a whaler or something.

Hey. How are your mothers ( Read more... )

There. Im done with this semester.

Now that I have free time I can search for a place to live.

I watched an old movie today on TCM (probably the best station on TV) about rival taxi cabs in New York. Then I had a hot pocket and cream soda.

We are just finishing editing the film entry. It was oh so fun to film. We got the cops called on us because our neighbors thought we were devil worshipers.

I've been trying to ignore this cold I've had for the past two days, and I think it will be quite easy to do considering all the good things coming up this weekend and in the next couple of weeks ( Read more... )

So we got some of those word magnet things you put on the fridge and I've been messing around with sentences. Here are some examples:

Love went biking.
Girls will shred you.
They danced under every perfect action.

My roomate's girlfriend made us Biscuits and Gravy this morning. Yeeaaaahhh!

Today. I got a cup of coffee at shool (< spelled correctly). I brought it over to the sugar deposition station and began opening packets. In the process I got into one of my starey moods and contiued opening packets and chucking their paper remains in the trash can. However, I was so distracted by nothing that I ended up pouring a few packets into ( Read more... )

There is something comforting about watching movies from the 30s-60s really late at night and in the morning.

I keep looking at the clock and it always turns out to be something:55.

Curse these morals of mine.

I hate it when the wind is all, "Hey! Im gonna blow your hood off, just because I've got nothing productive to do!" And then Im all, "C'mon man, Im just minding my own business." No thanks.

I disapprove of this weather.

Iceland is precariously floating over a big crack of magma.