These Two Will Here On Cease to Be

"Dinkle donkle, dinkle donkle, someone's calling you. Goulet!"
-Robert Goulet's cell phone ringtone.

I must get it. And if it were to exist, I would. If I had a better phone, I also would. Which reminds me, I need a new phone. That would be super. Almost as good as Turbo telling me I look like I just had an abortion on Sunday at the writer's meeting. I plan on looking as grubby as humanly possible until winter is over. How about that SADD? Seasonal Affective-or-something Depression Disorder... it's pretty neat! I don't even think it's a disease. I just think everyone has it. I mean think about it. The air is colder, the sky is grayer.. how is that NOT totally depressing. I, for one, do not want summer to go away. If it would please just stay pretty out, I would be content. Perhaps this is where I decide to move south for the winter. I don't actually think I'd be happier in the south, because, well, it's the south. It's too late, anyway. Fall has already officially taken over, and it feels like it, too.

I'm trying to think of something fun to comment about. I haven't really seen anything cool lately. I saw some kids hunting for pigeons with a big net... but it actually wasn't as entertaining as it sounds. I dreamt the other night that I was flying under the Golden Gate bridge. That was pretty cool. And I owned a mansion. That was also pretty cool, but seeing as it's not factual, it's really not that cool. So I guess I'll have to dig back to that one time back in the spring when I saw a midget on roller blades. That was awesome. Helmet, knee pads, and elbow pads.. and wrist guards. All that on one little midget person. That made my night... way... way back then.

I saw Serenity tonight, for free no less! I really liked it, but then... I like sci fi stuff... especially when it is humorous and cheesy. Apparently it's hard to love this if you really liked the TV series, but seeing as I never saw the TV series, I can't really judge. But if you like cheesy humorous sci-fi that includes a lot of action and attractive people in cool costumes, then this movie is for you. Plus! It kept me on the edge of my seat. The fight scenes are pretty sweet. I know I was curled up into a ball on my seat and my hands were constantly over my face, always SO CLOSE to covering my eyes, but you'd be SO PROUD of me! (if you've ever experienced my reactions to scary movies or thrillers) I didn't cover my eyes, OR SHUT THEM! I was really good and even in the most intense moments, I merely winced like a little girl. No more, no less. Success.

I feel like I should leave you all with a humorous picture.

Before I show you, I should explain. "Prepare you," if you will:

Back in the OLDEN DAYS, aka the mid-80s, or... PRE-SEPTEMBER 11th and this new "helmet" generation of children... planes that flew overseas had little baskets that babies could sleep in. Yup, no seatbelts or car-seat things. We babies flew without safety. Life on the WILD SIDE. DANGER! DANGER! These baskets were attached to the walls. Anyway, the point is... there comes a day in every frequent-flier-baby's life when they OUTGROW these little baskets. Yes, they become TOO BIG, or long, or whatever (and only by a couple INCHES no less!). And are, in turn, miserable.

Now. Parents... especially the loving ones, love to document this misery in hopes of one day looking back and laughing. And laugh we do...

This is me, miserable, on a trip from Singapore to the States.
I don't think I slept... at all.



When I have babies, I want them to yawn like that. Every time.
Hell, I still yawn like that. It's awesome.
I promise I was cuter when I didn't look like a weirdo mutant-baby.

woot! The end!

QUOTE OF THE DAY
Clynch753: hahaha, did rob invite you to be in the I'm A Proud KKK Neo Nazi group

Also, best quotes from Serenity:
"I aim to misbehave"
and
"I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar."

Smeared Black Ink

I am 100% aware of the fact that I should be doing my incessant Japanese homeworking, but I was distracted by a good many things (how good is that phrase, "a good many things") and decided to blog instead. It is procrastination at it's best. No, actually.. the best is when I work my creative writing skills in my blog and not on my screenwriting homework, which would kill two birds with one stone. No, I prefer kill each bird with ONE stone, thank you very much.

I have been told three times on three different occasions over the weekend that I walk like a badass:

1) "Why do you look like you're about to kill someone when you walk?"
2) "Judging by the way you walk, I think you should be a smoker."
3) "You walk like a badass."

I've been getting this shit for years.. and it still baffles me because I'm not sure if by "badass" they mean thug... which would be so uncool.. or if they mean "hot chick Kill Bill style"... which would be... so kick ass. But seeing as I'm totally unconscious of the way I walk while in the act of walking, I'll pretend it's the kick ass way. That way I don't have to start focusing on walking differently. And people who are afraid of me can just fucking step. (big smiley face)

School's pretty cool so far. I've got two nutty professors (not fat, just crazy) and one with a fake scholarly accent. Not bad. My fourth prof is for screenwriting, and aside from him being ridiculously down to earth, looks like he was plucked right off the streets of L.A.
I could do little summaries of each, but I won't.. except my Japanese professor. Imagine Yoda's voice on the old guy from the Karate Kid. Amazing. You've got Shirakawa. Wax on wax off, sensei.

I have to give a shout out to Keith. Nothing like getting beat while you're down. If anyone is gonna do it, it's Keith. What? Boy problems? His solice: "it's ok, you're a woman and logic was bred out of your gender... but you're being an overanylitical ass." But he does a good job of cutting the crap by telling you that you're crap for taking crap from people. So hey, thanks Keith. Thanks for beating me senseless with words. The world needs more people like you.

Honesty is the new classy.

Dude, this entry was boring.
School is sucking the adventure out of me.
Somebody best start spicing things up before I start doin' it myself.

Back to the Japanese.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
Keith B: he's a cheerleader, and thus always gets into the situation of giving the SMOKING hot cheerleaders a back rub (where they don't have their shirts on), and he NEVER takes advantage.
Keith B: we think he's an idiot for it...but whatever
Keith B: see....you need a guy like that
Keith B: but because that's what you need, you're not going to be interested at all
Keith B: because you're a woman

LYRICS OF THE DAY
smeared in black ink
your palms are sweaty
and i'm barely listening to last demands
i'm staring at the asphault
wondering what's buried underneath

You Remind Me of Home

It's obviously been a long time since I've posted. I feel like I start every post with that. That's because I'm totally unoriginal. Wooooot.

After the last post, I did nothing but work and, occasionally, party. I even completed that official leap into "stupid-ass-college-kid-gone-wrong" by showing up to a 6am work shift hammered. That was the most horrible shift of my life and I wanted to end said life by the time I was off. But, as you can probably tell, I did not end my life. At all.

Anyway, the last week of August was spent in Portland, Oregon. Ah, the home of my elementary school years. It might be one of the coolest places on earth, and I might eventually put up all my pictures on some sort of webshots-type thing so you can see them. But until then, I'll just have you know that the picture below this entry is taken on Cannon Beach, and the friend I was visiting, Lauren, is the one sitting on the blanket. I love childhood friends. Nomatter how long it's been, they're still the same, and you still really get each other in a way no one else can. But yeah, sunsets on the beach, man... that's why I've gotta move to the west coast again.. sunsets actually hit the horizon.

I won't leave you empty handed, picture-wise, for this particular entry. On the way to the beach, we took a detour and landed in Tillamook, Oregon. Um. Have you ever heard of Tillamook cheese? It comes from Tillamook!! Who would've thought? Anyway we wanted to stop for a map or something that we ended up not needing, but we decide to stop at the cheese factory, which is apparently a big tourist spot for its delicious tasting ice cream! Sadly, Lauren and I were on a two-day "no sugars" bet and the aroma of waffle cones was excrutiatingly painful. And then as we were searching for some kind of travel information center... we see this...



Lauren: Do you want to see the cheesemakers at work?
Me: No.
Lauren: Well it's right here if you do.
Me: (pause) well... what the hell, let's just do it.

So we walk up the staircase, and we see a large glass window that a LOT of people are intently looking through, and behind it is a large room with factory-workers... making cheese. I'm not sure what we expected. Keebler elves or something? But no, these were just random low-wage workers doing their low-wage thing while high-paid tourists pointed and found some sort of fascination in the factory-made-craft of how blocks of cheese are cut and packaged. It was like some kind of sick, ironic, waste of our time. So Lauren and I immediately looked at each other and burst out laughing. No one else was laughing. Just us. Could no one else SEE the IRONY here? Much to our dismay, one of the "cheesemakers" (seriously, doesn't that sound like a magical elf?) looked up at us with these big puppy dog eyes and just kept staring. I can't explain how awful it feels to know that somebody thinks you're laughing at them and their horribley repetitive line of work when you're really laughing at the people who set up the whole attraction, and feeling a little bit sad for the cheesemakers who must have felt, on some level, like animals in a zoo.

But, since they already thought we were laughing at them, we decided to take it one step further and act it out in picture-form.


intriguing process!


look how it moves down the conveyor belt!

Anyway, that was just one of the many entertaining random events on our trip. Maybe if you're lucky I'll tell you about our underwear on the beach event.

THERE IS NO QUOTE OF THE DAY
"go cry about it" -me.