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| Disneyland in Jeopardy |
| 07.29.07 (7:50 pm) [edit] |
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It has suddenly dawned on my over protective parents that I had planned to drive all night, or at least part of all night on Sunday after Disneyland to go to work at whatever time they tell me on Monday.
And this revelation is oh so disturbing and they are trying to fuck with the one thing that was going to make this stupid Southern California trip fun. And then they do the whole, "We're sorry we're worried" shit. It's like implying that I shouldn't be angry. "Well, we didn't know you had to work Monday." Well I didn't know that fucknut who gets everything he wants was going to pick the same weekend as me to go to Disneyland! Maybe I would have planned better. Fuck it. Whatever. This trip probably won't help my drawing, I won't get a cat, and Disneyland won't happen. Everything is going to suck and I should just accept it right now. Is that pessimistic? Absolutely! Being optimistic and hopeful has only made me very very depressed. Current Mood:  lousyWhat's on: King of the Hill - Hair Today Gone Tomorrow |
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| I'm in love... |
| 07.28.07 (8:16 pm) [edit] |
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with Perla.
One day, whilst in the neighborhood I used to live, I decided to torture myself yet again by looking at all the cats I can't have at the animal shelter. As it turns out, being "kitty season" and all, cats are $25 off this month. As a bonus, black cats, who are harder to give away, have a special cat-nip scratcher as an extra incentive. On Friday, Jeremy and I looked at 2 black cats. One was a 2-year-old named Perla, who was so sweet and took to us instantly. The other was a 4-month-old spaz who seemed more interested in pouncing on a plastic toys than engaging us. Before any of this can be a done deal, we have to see what little hoops and extra fees our landlords want us to go through. Of course, they refuse to work past noon on a Friday. So we can ask on Monday. Of course, the shelter is closed on Monday. And of course, I'm leaving with the only working car on Monday sometime and the sale is only until the end of the month (Tuesday). Fortunately, Tuesday is Jeremy's one day off but nearly everything has to be in order before then. I really want that cat! Current Mood:  I wanna kitty!
What's on:I was watching Ferris Bueller, but someone in this building seems to be watching Mission Improbable |
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| My Hamster |
| 07.26.07 (10:39 am) [edit] |
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I have a hamster. I wish I had a cat. Cats are on sale through the end of this month at the shelter, and if you buy a black one you get a scratching post and stuff.
But I am stuck with an ungrateful hamster who never appreciates anything I do for her, is insistent upon making a racket at night. I know hamsters are nocturnal, but I don't think all hamsters would build a nest in a exercise wheel and run in it. I don't think all hamsters would realize the top of the cage is separate from the bottom and spend the whole night futilely trying to lift the top part of the cage off with their mouth. The hamster is cute and fun to watch but mostly in an ant farm sort of way. She would be more useful to us as a hacky sack. I wish I hadn't lost my digital camera. Now I need a new one of those. And I also seem to have need for a firewire drive to hold all the pictures I want to keep from my non-existent digital camera. This is why technology is not making our lives easier. I hate working 12-9's Why am I so tired? I seem to have some drinks and many condiments, but not a lot of actual food in my house. Current Mood:  crampy crampy crampy
What's on: 40-Year-Old Virgin |
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| TMI |
| 07.25.07 (9:21 am) [edit] |
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Kaiser didn't seem to have a problem letting me use their automated phone thingy to schedule an appointment to get a Papanikolaou test to ultimately get what I want more of anyway, more birth control, so that I can continue having mostly carefree sex. However, since the appointment is on the day I'm supposed to leave for LA, the carefree sex will just have to wait until after I get home.
I'm not entirely sure when exactly that will be. I found out yesterday that who else will be in SoCal at the same time as me? My dad and brother! And guess where they will be! (Hint: starts with a D, ends with an -isneyland). So I said, "Hey! Since you are going to be at Disneyland on the day when I don't have anything planned other than driving home for 6 or 7 hours, can I join you? My dad said yes. So now I actually am going to Disneyland and looking forward to going to LA! So this is makes up for having to rearrange my life to compensate the teacher's whim to go to Comicon. But I still hope if he asks me about how screwed up I was, I don't say, "Oh no, no problem," when it actually was. People do that a lot. "Oh, sorry! I sneezed on you!" "Oh, no problem [you rude dumbass]." I found about 100MB I could delete off my computer which cleared up enough space to get Mozilla working again! (Yaaay!). Left on my to do list is write some notes to people, paint (ick), return my ungrateful stupid little hamster's wheel, (I swear, if I knew that two weeks after we got the stupid thing we would have to move into an apartment that allowed cats we would never have gotten her, I want a kitty very very badly and don't particularly care anymore about the fate of this stupid rodent. Now I know what it's like to have teenagers), get a haircut, clean up around here some, get a new AAA card, pay bills. Current Mood:  a little tired. I wish I could have slept later.
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| Boring stuff |
| 07.24.07 (10:31 am) [edit] |
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Next week I go down to LA to try and learn to draw better and finally pass the damned portfolio revue, so that I can learn to animate, so that I may one day become a wonderful stop-motion animator... I guess. I'm really not looking forward to using a precious week of summer or paid vacation to just work and try to get through something that should have been easy. Then maybe my life can start clicking down the tracks again. This still may solve nothing. Jeremy is trying to talk me into going to Disneyland for a few hours for one day so at least I have something fun to look forward too. Very, very tempting...and expensive. If I left at 6, I could be there by 1. I wish they had a half-day pass or something; $30 if you come in after 5:00. We went to the Boardwalk last night for 1907 nights (although I don't believe any ride cost even 75 cents in 1907, or 1924 when the Giant Dipper opened either). The best part about that is you decide exactly how much fun you have. At most amusement parks you pay a flat rate whether you ride everything twice or sit on a bench the whole time. At the Boardwalk sitting on a bench costs nothing, riding everything twice does. Jeremy and I are soo going to this concert. I wish my dad would get his head together to figure out if he will go so thatwe can get tickets and stuff. My computer sucks so hard right now. It's virtually 100% full so it is very very slow. Every time I try to open something the program reminds me, "You know, you really should delete some stuff." Firefox tried to automatically download the latest version of the software, but something bad happened and now it doesn't work. I can't get the updates for my virus thing. And most of the things on my computer that I want are either pictures, or songs that I have bought. So I need an external firewire drive. Apparently, nothing exists in stores for less than $150. Yet somehow, Internet Exploder always seems to "work." I hate it so very, very much. The pop-ups, the viruses, the lack-of-search-bar. There is so much that needs doing on these 2 days off: pay the rent, return the videos, harass the garbage company to figure out why they collected the recycling but not the garbage when everyone else got their garbage collected and they will probably insist it's our own fault, (I am sick to death of playing games with the garbage people!), find out what's happening with my medical card so that I can just go and get some more damned birth control, or go to planned parenthood and see what services they can offer me besides free condoms, write some notes to people, paint (ick), maybe get my hamster a new wheel, get a haircut, clean up around here some, get a new AAA card, pay bills. All very very fun stuff. Current Mood:  whatever, questioning, lost, etc.
Edit: 7/24/07 11:08: The garbage people had no idea why the trash didn't get taken; if a notice was left I didn't see it but a work order is in place. We'll see... I sat on hold with Blue Cross for 17 minutes only to find I had to call a different number... Edit: 7/24/07 11:45: I don't need an actual card, all I need to do is give the dr. my soc, tell them who I'm with and have them call up the company. |
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| Lost |
| 07.19.07 (2:02 pm) [edit] |
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I don't know what I want anymore. I thought I knew what I want. But maybe I'm not supposed to want that. Maybe I just can't. Maybe I need to do something else. I don't know what else to do. What I [thought I] want to do is an unstable business. I can never remember not doing something that was unstable; actress, artist, animator, writer, director, screenwriter...god willing not a teacher right after school anyway.
After not painting, I started working on my even older But what if I can't come up with a Star Wars to come after my American Graffiti? I've got nothing else! Why would I think this is something I could do? Fuck. I just don't know what I want anymore...or what I should want or if I'm doing the right thing. All I know is I don't want to be a grocery bagger...or grow up to be a checker. But the longer you stay the deeper you go. |
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| 07.17.07 (11:39 am) [edit] |
I was not painting like I swore I was going to, mostly because looking at this painting from 2 semesters ago makes me sick to my stomach and I feel daunted and would rather paint just about anything else but what I have to and the notion of a failing grade doesn't seem to scare me too much. I started to Google screenwriters to see where they studied and maybe get some happiness in my life or something. The first name who came to mind was Caroline Thompson. The third or 4th hit was the "Caroline Thompson Studio." And a website with a bunch of images with inane names like "Wild Woman" and "Carnival" just like this came up:
I'm not sure whether to feel depressed or motivated. My parents 30th anniversary is coming up. I want to get them something that costs $150. Namely, one of these which are between Disneyland and the California Adventure. 
Not terribly practical, but kinda fun, I guess. I have no other ideas. I've been debating whether I want to go home for my three days off this week. I'm still debating. I thought I would sit here and paint all day. But as I stare at this horrible thing it's looking less and less likely. I am trying not to kid myself that I could take it to Granite Bay and do it. Stuff sucks right now. |
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| Impeach Cheney... |
| 07.07.07 (12:07 am) [edit] |
Pssst! Com'on... Sign the petition... You know you want to... It will be like getting the Blue Meanies out of Pepperland (except these Meanies hate Civil Liberties, Laws and free will rather than peace and love--oh, wait...) If you don't like that one here's another one. How do you know you don't like it till you try it...? |
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| Generation Y |
| 07.06.07 (12:30 am) [edit] |
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I could write about how my brother came to San Jose, and on his first night my husband and I introduced him to the term "40-ouncer" and on the second night after going Oakridge, The Tech, with Instead, I would like to ask a personal favor of Generation Y. (For those of you playing the home game, this would be probably about everyone born from 1980-199...early. We are not old. We are not even 30 yet. (Not that 30 is old). We may be going through quarter-life crises, but we need to be intelligent about it. I can understand that one may wish to return to the simplicity of younger days. You won't get that time back and if you remember really hard it probably wasn't as simple as you might want to believe. That said, please do not buy in to the half-assed (albeit expensive) attempts of Hollywood to capitalize on these emotions. Seriously, these movies based on concepts that are almost 30 years old are pathetic. Let's not kid ourselves and pretend they are movies intended for everyone. They are attempts to bring us back into some kind of happy place. If these shows were so great just they way they were back then, why do they need to update them in CGI? Please, Generation Y, these shows were entertaining for 5-10 year-olds. And we are having to grow up and be responsible. However, do not buy in to these attempts of Hollywood to make you yearn for some kind of happy place. And yes, this has an awful lot to do with the fact that I am really really sick of Transformers. And The Ninja Turtles movie, and the upcoming Care Bears movie, and the Pee-Wee's Playhouse: The Movie. The saddest thing about the last one is Cap'n Carl can't be in it. And I do believe Paul Rubens was close enough to Mr. Hartman to respectfully not replace him. Think the original Cowboy Curtis will be? Fortunately, there are no attempts for a My Little Pony movie...yet... I have no emotion right now. I don't feel like it. I've got to get up early... |
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