God Damned Tree Huggers

I remember in Kindergarden I told my teacher that I wished rain didn’t exist. Ms. Elizabeth then proceeded to tell me that my wish would cause everything to die. I took it back. She was awesome. Half Irish and half African. I learned recently that the Irish side hated the black in her, and the African side hated the Irish in her. So she was pretty much disowned from Africa and Ireland. That explains why she ended up in Tokyo, I guess? Tough life story, but she has to be the most beautiful woman I think I’ve ever seen. Those 50/50s I tell ya.

I was going to complain about this shitty weather until I remembered Ms. Elizabeth and the whole "everything will die" theory. So I'll just say the sunset tonight was great. And clear skies from now on would be much appreciated by me. Or at least sunshowers. I love sunshowers.

Anyway, I have some amazing news. Stacey is really the only one who's going to love this, but I SO came across pictures from our AMAZING TREE HUNTING ADVENTURE!! Actually, some of these pictures are really embarrassing. I don't think any of the faces I made that day were normal. BUT still, as a whole storyboard it was hilarious. It's too bad I lost the text. But since I don't have any quote of the day, I'll add in a couple of the pictures... which won't make any sense to anyone. But I could really care less. The most you'll probably get out of this is a picture of me with short blonde hair. And I assure you it's not that exciting. As I recall, it was approximately 100 degrees out and Stacey had no AC in her car and we were dying and probably hallucinating. Not to mention looking our worst. What BETTER time to take pictures? Enjoy it. Like I said, it won't make any sense.



not a climbing tree

also not a climbing tree

classy. did i mention the heat? That should explain the outfit.

distraction! that was the playground flooring.. which was incredibly bouncy and exciting.

distraction again! upon researching the perfect climbing tree...

we are so fucking cool.
end of story.

Yet Another Awkward Encounter with the MBTA

I was totally witness to the one kind of girl I hate most on the T yesterday. Not the kind you hate because they're obnoxiously brainless, but the really socially awkward kind who tries to make herself feel adequate by telling herself that she's the most important person in the world and her problems outdue any crisis occurring in some third world country. It's like she loves herself because she hates herself. So she gets in a really dramatic fight with someone on her cell phone (loudly) on the T and makes it sound like she's telling the person on the other line not to kill himself "No, it's really not worth it. It's going to be ok. You're going to be fine, honestly. It's not worth it, please don't be like this!" And then you find out later that she's talking to her dad. "I'm just going over to Johnny's... no, don't wait up. I'll go to sleep tonight, stop worrying."

Why do these people breed? Or better yet, HOW do they breed? She was obviously with some kid who she wanted to impress by acting all important, making herself look as though she's perfectly capable of understanding that her enourmous problems are all at the fault of some other person, and definitely not attributable to her overdramatic and socially awkward nature. The poor kid she was with looked so uncomfortable, like he really didn't care because he knew that she was blowing everything out of proportion. Nodding with tight lips and wandering eyes. What a shame.

And all the while I stand there and stare, confused. It's just so sad. You know she hates herself and she just overcompensates for it with obnoxiously overconfident behavior. It's really too bad that she isn't fooling anybody. Anyway, I'm over it.

I had the craziest bad dreams last night. So many bad things, from financial crises of all sorts... to rapists trying to knife me... to me punching a really obnoxious crippled guy (ok that part was actually pretty awesome) But honestly what the heck? Anxiety much? Tonight best be good. I need one of those "I save the world from total domination" dreams. Those so rock. If I could be an action hero it would be so hot.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
KittinMitn: every time I see a black camry I think of you

Happiness Is All The Rage

Today has been such a random day. Who knows what the hell is going on. But Emily and Chris came down to help me out with my film today and it was awesome. So many obscure things happened. None of which did I catch on film, which is WAY upsetting. We get outside to start shooting and this kid is sitting on the stoop next to my place in like sweatpants and a t-shirt, and then this happens:

Chris: It's an awesome day to go for a run, man.
Kid: Yeah, I'm not running I'm just hanging out.
Chris: Oh, sorry, it just looked like you were about to go. I mean it's such a great day to do it, you know?

The kid then nods, and without a WORD he gets up and just TAKES OFF.... running. What the heck?! And that was just the beginning. Later, this miniature parade of humming and drumming peacekeeper people totally walked by like a little parade of monks and they would have been PERFECT in my shot but the camera malfunctioned for the duration of their passing by. Oh man, though, that would have been an amazingly hilarious shot. So random. So discombobulated, which so matches the theme of my film. I'm sooooo mad I didn't catch it. But it happens... unfortunately.

I feel like I should give a shout out to St. Patrick's Day since I'm Irish and all. It had to be the best day ever. Not only was I just amazingly and randomly lucky all day (and really all week come to think of it..) but I got drunk with some of my favorite people and good times were had. I have this ridiculous disease where I spill when I'm drinking, though, but... I think we worked it out in a healthy way. haha... it was good times indeed. So cheers, St. Paddy, thanks for advocating underage drinking and the luck of the Irish.

(long)
QUOTE OF THE DAY
ohnoimashrimp: listen.
ohnoimashrimp: you can't stand in the way of love.
ohnoimashrimp: love is just... so powerful.
ohnoimashrimp: i'm being sarcastic.
KyllyansRed: hahaha
KyllyansRed: i know
KyllyansRed: i feel like that needs to go on the blog
KyllyansRed: even though it's twice in a row
ohnoimashrimp: i've given you probably a million jewels in this single conversation
ohnoimashrimp: just post the conversation.
KyllyansRed: hahah
KyllyansRed: i'll post this section
ohnoimashrimp: good.
ohnoimashrimp: i will run your blog.
KyllyansRed: yeah until next time jerk
ohnoimashrimp: whatever.
ohnoimashrimp: i'll probably say something completely hilarious by that time too
ohnoimashrimp: but i'm gonna go kill a nigger and rape an underage girl, k?
ohnoimashrimp: have fun tonight.
KyllyansRed: alrighty sounds awesome
KyllyansRed: talk to you later dude
ohnoimashrimp: someday, i'm going to start a football team
ohnoimashrimp: called the white males.
KyllyansRed: haha
KyllyansRed: and?
ohnoimashrimp: that's it.
ohnoimashrimp: peace out.

Visconti?

Dan smells. To the point of tears. It's making me emo. Ok, actually that's not true at all. He's a clean kid, for the most part. But he is visiting Megan from IL and it's been good times. Good times. Dan is my male counterpart. It scares me. Not because I have a male counterpart, but because he's so freaking weird. But I love it, and I'd have it no other way.

Keith just sent me Marvin Gaye's "Anger" instead of the Tool song he was aiming to send. I don't know why I think that's funny, but it is. I enjoy Tool.

This is the part where I complain about the fucking snow storm that hit over my SPRING BREAK. I really should have taken that Portland trip I was thinking about because apparently its been like in the 70s there the whole month. Seriously. What gives? So snow and I are not on good terms right now. Actually the whole season and I are not on good terms right now. I seriously want to punch winter in the gut.

I'm going to have to do something big to make up for the lack of doing anything on Spring Break. Like... um... I dont know. I'll think of something. Right now I'm stuck trying to figure out Megan and Dan's dysfunctional yet somehow totally functional relationship and trying to think of creative ways to sexile myself from the room so they can get it on.

This post BLEW. But you know what? It's totally appropriate because it reflects the totally uncool break that I just encountered.

And with that. "Your moment of zen"

QUOTE OF THE DAY
ohnoimashrimp: someday killian.
ohnoimashrimp: we'll probably make out.
ohnoimashrimp: it's a thought that crosses my mind.
ohnoimashrimp: when i feel lonely.

Spring.. a leak? Spring.. aling? Spring... a wing..aling.. dragon? Trogdor?

It's March 1st and there is SOMETHING in the air. It's snow. Not spring. Oh god forbid it would be spring. No. But hey, listen. Some good things are happening. Like today, I saw a transvestite who was not in drag. In other words, it was a man who was tall and awkward looking, and walked like a runway model. It might have been the best part of my day. That and that other guy I saw who looked like he was straight out of the wild wild west with his choice of facial hair. Goooo handle bar mustache!

I don't know how many of you have noticed this, but at the bus stop in front of the GSU there is a most amazing advertisement for Killian's Irish Red. The beer, not me. And at the top it says "DESIRED." How clever. And I am ALL about clever today. Stacey could back me on that.

That reminds me. It has been brought to my attention that in all of my blogs I have failed to mention the one and only Stacey Brooks. I wish I had the link to our "Wild and Crazy Tree Hunting Adventure" but I lost it. You guys are missing out. It may have been our GREATEST acheivement thus far. But I think it's pretty obvious why she's my very best friend if you examine the evidence below. She takes risks. She is the fearless transformer. From the crafty art major cool kid to ... well.. RON BURGUNDY. Woot. Keepin' U of I at its finest.

I think the picture will appropriately replace the Quote of the Day. I have mad last-minute collaging skills. I think we can all agree.


Ron and Baxter... and obviously, Ron and Veronica. It kinda looks like I'm worshipping this girl. I'm kinda creeped out by my collage skills.