It's done! My final exam/project for 3D modeling.

Ai, this journal is friends only.

you can leave a comment and I might add you back, it'd help if:

--Ryutaro is yo baby daddy ohgodno. just yeah...
--you liked what I like, be cool, yo. :3
--you're nice and squishy (squishy being optional?)

I warn you, I'm not the.most.interesting.person.ever. mmyeahkthnx. I'm boring/insane/gone, among other things. hajimemashite.

tell me if this is not lame?

Since I can't find my fucking paper on the computer, I am too lazy to type over the double-spaced page and a half, so I scanned it, and am editing it in Photoshop.

The thing is gonna be one giant image.

*tee hee*

a snippet from a poem I wrote

it's all suffocating
under your brooding
under your wanting
under your having it already
when I have none,
and it's not enough to go around,
or you just didn't think to ask
while you asked--
for all.

"How Soon Is Now?"
(Morissey J. Marr)

I am the son
I am the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

There's a club if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody
who really loves you
So you go and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry,
and you want to die

When you say it's gonna happen now
What exactly do you mean?
See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does


Tatu's song ^%^ I love the lyrics in English just as much!!
Tis my away message on TurtleWanker--isn't it just like the perfect poem?

wonder who could see it...^%^ nah, I'm stupid, I'm not on his list anyway. but it's like the perfect song to him.

Tatu is on TV tomorrow. Something about MTV's WWF sundae night wrestling...doesn't sound veree cultured, but hey, they're trying to stuf the company's wallet. I expect some making out.

^%^

There is just something so nerdy about cosplay...hmm.

Might stem from my clown phobia.

been working at the scanner all afternoon, practically, well a little less than two hours to get everything sized correctly and make thumbnails.

soo--->added a TON to gallery, some alright, mostly just junk ^%^ everyone needs to see my hand-turkeys *squees*

that was my point in making the page, to show off my hand-turkies, so I might as well add them.

And, added some kickass links as well. veree better than mine.

Alright, for some reason unknown to moi, ppl go to imashime studios...not sure why, or how they found out about that place *shrug* not one to make a bone a bout it *always feels awkward saying that phrase ^%^*

so, have kinda rearranged things, and am trying to put in some more friendly and relavent content.

imashime studios

OK--I think I'll give a extra long journal post...maybe not, though. Depends.

Am...blah.
So...how to make an interesting post? Prolly won't happen. The highlights of my B-dae:
--erm, Japanese kyande?
--Ceramics
--aaand...thas about, nothing extraordinary. Though went to emergency room with Kely and mary to get his stiches removed.

bad points?
--doing horrible on the dynamics test in PP
--not finishing my Eng homework and therefor failing the quiz.

*flashback*
"Hmmm, Robbie (sits behind me, good friend of Dima, Spisak, and Alex)--what would you say was a good use of dashes?" says Gatlin.
"erm, blah, blah, blah."
"now, someone we haven't heard from--Laura."
"what do you believe to be the best example that really portrayed the purpose of the story, using tone?"
"well--really, all of them."
*speil about answering her own question, thought I was off the hook*
--she looked back at me, "so which specific example?"
"well, you see--I didn't read it."

I hear Robbie laughing, the whole class giggling, Willie nodding at my honesty ^%^ *he's sooo adorable* Gatlin smiled that chipper smile that says she was amused at my unpreparedness.
Then Alex bursts out, "Honesty!" And everyone laughs somemore as he started that whole clapping round.

My class is crazee. Clapping excessively, the Wave? Come on ^%^
(not relating to me, just in general)

ok--more bad points...still not having completed those drawings for art. Hearing Lasure sound veree disappointed in us as a whole. I agreed with everything she said...but she is assuming all of us are artists.

I don't consider myself as an artist, or much less a good committed art student. but, oh, well.

--o-tae, just left for like fifteen minutes to read this magazine I stole from the church >.< he he

Went to thing tonight, fell asleep on the way there. I notice I've been randomly falling asleep sometimes...*shrug*
then kinda helped out. kinda got pissed off. kinda hate elena, but i love her, too.

kinda realize i hate everything i love.


grrr. gotta get off.
i think.
well, anyway. lately i've been feeling like doing drawing/writing is my underground activity. not to show anyone but random strangers who i don't really care what they think.
like a mad scientist. hopefully more passion will come out of my lacking and jealousy

Must I be a whore to hype?

peas and carrots with corn nibblets go to le coterie

let's face it. There are only two members.

me
and mary

that's not saying much ^%^ *giggles behind her back* jk

but, STILL.

please go...send someone, your dog...that weird guy who stares at the back of your calves in your English class...your mailman...

that lady who makes fudge with raisins who you hate at the Christmas parties...

your father's work friend who tried to cop a feel when you were nine...

the weird girl who follows you around and wants to be more than friends...

anyone.


*there was whore to hype*

after this I think I might just bloody well give up and let it be my own private coterie.

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Grr. Busy dae. Dun wanna get into what I felt about it all though, so I'll just kinda list it all.

--first, no teacher in PC, we had a SHIT load of work to hand in, which no one put the class genius could even vaguely understand. So, I do my best bullshit job on forty questions that took me the whole damn time. I go up to the sub--"keep it."

WTF?! I just spent good sleep time on doing something that makes me feel like a stupid little 10 year old and you say keep it?!! GRRR.

that pissed me off.
--third period, I still cannot find my montage collage film. So...I think I'll call Elena and see if she has it.

--hold on--ugh. WHY must her mother talk for HOURS to someone?!! *seems like hours* what friggin blabbermouth.

--fifth period pissed me off the MOST. Apparently since her classes bitched at her about not having power and therefore unable to work. Come on, do you need electricity to cut construction paper? NOt like you're watching TV or anything. Gimme a break.

SO, I did not finish my notecards, which are due todae, but finished that thing that got extended a whole friggin week.

Unfair.

The rest of the dae was fine.

Went to CPCC to get admitted in, then register. Ran into some problems, Mary--you cannot just register online, you have to do a bunch of other stuff. Start by going down there and filling out the admissions form. They only start accepting ppl on the 2nd of January for the next semester anyway, and I think you have to go down there in person.

So, not as easy. I figured it wouldn't be as simple as registering online. You can register just prolly not enroll. Not sure.

After that, found Christmas tree! We always go to the reject pile for twenty bucks. Found a good one.

Then we went to Oriental market and I got like fifteen dollars worth of Japanese kyande!! *munches happily on gummy*
they don't call it gum, everywhere I looked it was gummy.
Strange.

The place kinda weirded me out in some parts, though. Just the smell. Groooosss. That boiled cat smell laced with cabbage.

Now, am home, must:
finish notecards. Got 15 to go with quickly dying fervor for finishing...that'll be about three hours of hell.
must call Elena.
must do art things.
aaand...thas about it. Wee.

It. has. taken. me. an.

hour.

to. do. nine. notecards.

I have more than thirty to go. And tomorrow will be here in less than two hours. At this rate--> a ha! Look at that. How I won't be able to finish.

How peachy.

How fucking swell.

Lemme get out me little calculator. Herm, that's about seven minutes per card.

But, really it doesn't take me that long! Maybe there is some kinda time loop playing around with me.

Like everytime I finish one, time keeps looping leaving me starring into space, but conciously I am still working.

I think that happened on Star Trek.

Oh, screw it.

They'll prolly not be due tomorrow anyway. I dun trust Joselyn ^%^
there is no fucking date on the syllablus. WTF?!!

What a royally shitty fucking dae.

I am so pissed off.
I can barely think.
Without going a little too damn nutty.

I fucking sick of myself.


Am going to cry over stupid stuff.
Stupid little nine dollars a year stuff.
*SCREAMS*

I can't fucking handle anything.
Am ... gotta do notecards.

I wanna cry.

>.<

stupid bitch. wants to go to some stupid writer's reunion.
Can't handle this stupid shit.

I have to go.

get the fuck outta here.

go so far away, far from th






















grr, nevermind

That was the most profound deja vu I've had in months.

Amazing.

Just had to share ^%^

am typing second to LAST section for history project. *sigh* what a pain in the ass.

GO SEE it, make me happee, make me feel like I've done something. And then give me chocolates.

http://historic_yore.tripod.com

O-tae, only a little bitty bit more, then must due prison reform, find some more pictures for abol. and prison, and type up mental frame...

not TOO much!! Am sooo glad I didn't *ahem* wait til the last minute...

erm.

I thought it was due Thursdae. Total fuck.

Erm, about the art collage, does she mean "collage" like the stuf we have to do in Photo? With overlapping pics and stuf? Coz...I think last time she said "collage" and we had to have that collective of pics. Erm. Makes me unsettles, but if you don't know...then I'll just go ahead and make a collage.

Must do analysis.

Oh, but there is still daylight to be had. No no no. Cannot conceive of working after so long of doing nothing.

new project--

http://pastfrogg.tripod.com

am never gonna do homework, after this--gonna play Sims.
bad Lara.
bad bad Lara.

Ok, lemme write down this dream before I forget all of it.

--some kinda classroom, like a log cabin or something, we're making clay or something. Mary to my left, three other ppl around the small table and Alex in front of me. I have a small clay ball worked already. *reminded me of those "cockies" at the visual kei academy*

something led to alex andsome guy *vaguely could have been Kely*
and they were tossing my cockie back and forth, like making fun of it, or me, or something. BUt alex was like blabbering coz they were throwing it at each other, they were both excited and happy to be throwing MY cockie around, I wanted them to stop, because I didn't want it to be hurt and get malformed.

but then alex likes starts saying stuf like, i love her and junk and i was like, "aw"

twas veree sweet and poignant that he would just so casually say that while laughing about my cockie.

then, i think it was after lunch or something and me and mary were gonna walk up the hill with him. but he was standing with his group of friends, liek Vinh across from him. but they weren't in some tight niche, anyone could have walked up there. but i stopped anyway, so did mary.

--and then a part were the upper trailers were flooding

--and were some agent had to be careful to not get some other agent killed in a subway station. the other one got killed several times.

but the part where the upper trailers were flooding was fun.
but wet.

and then! oh, like Jasmine and me and Heather were in some dance group.
and it was this actual class at school, but only for seniors or sumthun. Bree, some dropout was there too.
you had to have style to be in it.
we talked about how avril lavigne was a whore.
heh, i dun not like avril, but there are avril haters out there. I just didn't think my subconcious was one of them.

and...well thas all i can really remember.

todae is me Daddy's birthdae.
and Mike birthdae if i can recall.
i think he can offically smoke
go him.

http://quickconfusion.tripod.com

I dun think my previous post showed. So, here is the gist.

I'm proud seeing as it's so simple. ^%^