Band, Rock

New Years:


Resolutions:

1) Gym and running for a quarter. I know i'll go to the gym really frequently since its the end of break and im fat now, but i need to continue it for a long time is the thing. at least 10 weeks for christs sake.

2) Pass math, continue to do good in chem and physics. Mebbe better.

3) More time at library. It aint so bad.

4) Learn to surf. I have a wetsuit now. Gotta use it.

5) Go to the east coast.

6) Not come home all of spring break.

7) Costa Rica by spring 09.

8) Get a job. Cool one? Hopefully. But i need steady money.

9) Kick that snotnosed motherfucker's ass. Yea. That guy who ripped up our flag and started shit. It's on.

10) Stop pretending like things are sunny. I smack talk too much to be so cordial to people. I want to get comfortable with actively and gracefully not caring when someone walks in the room.

11) What do you think? Tell meh summin.





Omgomgomg. Concerning number 6, I really just dont want to go home at all this year. Spring break. Then summer school. Then thxgiving. Then winter break. My parents are really starting to annoy me. Starting? Sorry, fulfilled their mission to annoy me. My mom asks me if im hungry like every 4 seconds. It would be funny or cute if it wasnt every day 40 times a day and if she didnt always end the convo with 'i guess you changed'. No mom. Sometimes i will have coffee if i feel like it. Sometimes i will eat breakfast if i feel like it. Sometimes i dont like it when you ask me stupid questions. Sometimes i dont like when you do stupid things in public or in front of my friends. Get over it. And then dad. Constantly hostile. Never friendly. I realized that I dont actually know who he is. I mean. He's my dad and he's a dick. But thats now. He used to be a real person. With emotions and friends and stories. He does tell stories. But only benign ones. He doesnt tell me anything that offers real insight into who he was. And i know he has those stories because i've tried to talk to him about them. I mean, his right hand has been crippled from birth. Thats a big deal. But he never, ever talks to me about it. Okay, fine. Sore subject. But im his son. I should be able to have a convo with my dad about something so influential in his life. but i just get yelled at. Fuck him. I dont want to come back to this house for spring break. I dont want to come back in the summer. I dont want to come back for thanksgiving. I dont want to come back for next winter break. I want a year off from my family. Is that asking alot? maybe. I'll probably get a little homesick. But for serial, i need them off my back.

happy new year

Oh Yea

I also don't like freshmen. It's not that i dont like freshmen, really, it's more that I just changed my major and now i share a whole fuckload of classes with smartass punks who just got out of apchem and apcalc. Today, I hate that kid in my chemlab. You know, one of those kids who needs to show you how smart and able he is every time he talks to you. Every lab he has to talk about how he did all of this in highschool because he had the hardest teacher ever and now chem is hella easy for everybody. "I mean, we haven't even discussed multiple equilibria *snort*" Shut the fuck up, kid. I hate chemistry. Im going to get this class over as soon as i fucking can and i might end up shoving my fist up your nose. And then today really set me off. "I want to be a (insert chem career here) so when i get out of grad school i'll make 150k right off the bat. Unless of course i was a (insert another chem career here) then i'd probably make, yknow, 125k - 180k. I'll have to decide soon. But i guess it doesnt really matter anyway. I'm in this frat, see, called AEPi and when i do important things in my life I'll be really well connected and be really successful in life." I understand the concept of being well connected because you're from a frat. I'm not even bothered by it too much. And cmon, levi's in aepi, i dont have a problem with frats. they provide attention, beer, and mistake sex to iv's uggos and sluts. and again, the bragging isn't too hard to handle on a weekly basis, but who the fuck is bragging about 8 years in the future? what does this kid have to prove to the class? maybe he wanted to impress my ta. whatever. nick's chill, it's not hard to do.

agh. point is, i hate the kid.

Fuckin Retards

i really dont like stupid people. but we all do so i'll skip that part. i was thinking more along the lines of telling people that they're stupid. it's pretty hard. and it makes you angry. all this is summed up by their only response. 'im not stupid!'
it's pretty hard to counter that when you're making your point to the stupid person in question. rather than tell you what they did that day that required any brain power, they just assert that they are 'not stupid'. they dont even have to be book stupid, and when you're in college, it's generally not they case. more often than not, they can be common sense stupid, or linguistically stupid, or socially stupid or whatever. these are hard to prove because you end up trying to reenact a situation or encounter when it really was a 'you had to be there' moment.
and there's more. even if you successfully show the person that they are stupid and you present clear and valid arguments, you still have to get past the defense mechanisms set up by the human brain. it's difficult for someone to believe they're stupid because that would go against instinct. most people know that the only reason that humans survived is because humans are smart. so what happens to a dumb human? it dies. people dont want to consider themselves as potential deadguys. that would be depressing. if the lesson stuck, they would be broken human beings reading dontkillyourself books (if they are literate) and continue shuffling silently through their lives until they die. and then you look at yourself and realize that you just broke somebody and what do you do then, douchebag?
i've decided that convincing people they're stupid doesnt really work. and even if it did, you'd be a douchebag. bumconclusion, but homework awaits.


(hey also, fuck you guys. conclusions are for essays to reiterate your points and bring up new questions to be answered or possible areas of research. did you read the rest of my fucking blog? can you wait until the next time i talk about stupid people to answer any retarded points you might want to bring up? make your own fucking conclusion, you fucking dicks)

Chem Sucks, But I Never Had To Miss THE BIGGEST SOCCER GAME OF THE SEASON Like Physics Is Making Me Do

Starbucks

Girl on Cell Phone - Yea, so my dad came down to post bail for my boyfriend. Huh? 15,000 dollars. Yea i know!




Library

Girl on Cell Phone - I NEED TO MAKE A COMPARISON BETWEEN THE DARK STORIES AND THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA! YOU DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND!


girls on cell phones are weird.

Sorry Guys, I Owe You, Huh?

I promised a new post earlier, and it's probably not going to be done in this sitting, so I'm taking a shortcut and copy pasting this with tasteful edits to make the transition from facebook to blog alot easier. Or something.

"sooo. i met erica last year, she was like right around the corner from me in the dorms. i liked her cos she was really cool and we liked all the same stuff. when i say that i mean we're comic and cartoon fanatics, we love the same shows like futurama (we're both hardcore fans) and basic interests like playing for playing's sake. and she plays frisbee and rockclimbs and hikes and atvs and does all this cool outdoors stuff. and really i started seeing her at the end of last year but the thing was that she was really really quiet and i wasnt sure if i was too interested in that. i felt she only smiled and laughed politely and stuff, but i couldnt really see alot of other emotion. and this happened when we were alone, too, so that really sucked. we never actually made it official tho and i think that was part of the problem. we couldnt, really, because summer was like 2 months away and that would be kinda silly. she never totally loosened up around me because of that and it kinda annoyed me. and so when i came back to sb i ended things. i still really liked her, it was just that i thought that this was a big thing that could get in the way and just make me unhappy. so i made a bold decision and tried to stick with it. i never told her why because honestly, i thought she would ask, but she didnt. she just assumed that i wanted to be free and party and hook up with girls all the time (which is, admittedly super fun, but this is superer fun). so it was a little awkward, but we remained good friends (not amazing friends, i couldnt really talk to her about stuff because stuff was about her). there was a little incident where she got tipsy and ended up hooking up with my old roommate. she immediately regretted it, it was just that she doesnt drink alot and our jungle juice is deceptively potent, so it was just a bad deal. also, neel never told me he had feelings for erica even tho he knew i still liked her. he also didnt talk to me about it afterwards even though he knew it was super weird. i eventually got really angry at him because he was hanging out with her so much without clearing these things up with me. it felt more like he was sneaking around, rather than pursuing a love interest. i had a long talk with neel and now we're super good, so thats all in the past. but yea. needless to say, i already missed her, but now i was super insanely jealous, so i started thinking about her romantically again. so i told myself that i had to say something because i was going to go nuts. and i ended up telling her everything, and she was really surprised that there actually was a reason behind it and she was a little upset that i didnt actually bring it up to her or tell her what was wrong. after all that, we decided to try it again. and we were really tentative at first, because we didnt want it to not work and then feel bad, but even after like 2 days, we just felt the magic and shit and its been really fuckin cool. i told her that i intend on making this longterm (and to prove it i made it facebook official *gasp*), and i guess she's more comfortable with that because now she talks to me all the time and she's really silly now and its like everything i was annoyed at is gone and its just the cool stuff thats left. now we talk about everything, from what happened during the day or the crazy little things i think about or just feelings. i feel the last two convo topics need some explanation because they really matter the most to me. firstly, when i say that we talk about little crazy things i think about, i mean that everybody has some weird thoughts or beliefs or gut feelings that are too silly or inane to actually put into words. but these things really interest me and nobody seems to understand as well as erica does. like first try. its tight. secondly, im making it a point to tell erica everything that i feel about her at almost any given moment. i think this helps alot because it makes her smile when i tell her something about why i like her at that particular moment. it's also a way of not taking her for granted like i did last time. but yea. it was a long time without her, and we were both really upset about it for a long time, but now we're back together and things are so much better than last year. its great. she lives just down the block from me in sb and she's from sacramento, so we can take daytrips to see eachother. i know theres something that im leaving out, but i forgot what it was.

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end quote. but yea. it's sick. you dont even know. for instance, we were talking about cool songs, and i said that i already know what song is going to play at my wedding and it was going to be hella hardcore. i didnt really know what song i had in mind, i was going to make a split second decision and think of a random awesome song and then say that. but nothing came to mind except for the jurassic park theme song. DUHNUHNUH NUH NUH DUHNUHNUH NUH NUH! i didnt mean too, i was trying to think of an offspring or foo fighters song. but sure enough, erica goes 'the jurassic park song?' i was blown away. i didnt even know i was going to think of that song. she just kinda knows me. its really cool like that. (by the way, i would totally marry a fat woman and have her come down the aisle on all fours while that song was playing and then there would be a hotdog on a string above her head at the altar and then she'd stand up like the first time dr grant sees the brontosaurus, and then she'd grab it with her teeth and rip it off the line and the music would come to a crescendo right when she crashes back down on her hands and knees. and then she'd trumpet in triumph. BRUHHHH.) but yea. awesomesauce.

also, im failing math and i need to study for other classes. and in addition to that, i need to start working out again. in fact, im going to go to the bathroom, change, and the go to the gym. siiick stuff. hope you guys are doing well.

Hero, Guitar

Yea. I'm not sad about anybody leaving. Just Bea. I'll miss her. I really want to leave for college too. I want to work and make money, though. Oh well. Woes of a rich white kid, i guess.

I'm really too lazy...

to get married that is. I had this conversation a while ago. It's just too much work. I'm too lazy to even call my landlord even though we need to sign the last two guys on it. But really, i just wouldn't be able to get married. So much work setting up, meeting people, remembering people, inviting people, hating people. Paying for stuff, getting fatherinlaw to pay for stuff, trying suits on, making travel plans, arrangements. What kind of food will we have, honey? I dont know, just make 400 pbj sandwiches, bitch. i really dont care what those fools want to eat. i dont even like them. the only people who deserve to be at that goddamn wedding is the best man and the bride. i probably wouldnt do any work for the ceremony, so i don't think i'd really fit it. i'd just have the best man fill in. hey buddy, marry my fiancee for me. i'm going to go play frisbee.



t-rex has acheivable goals. as do i.

i want to have fun. but nobody will let me. fuck work. fuck career. fuck work. fuck you. fuck work.

i want to build something!

Other Day

I had something to post here. But it was lame. Right now I just tatoo'd Erik Sick As Fuck. He be funny.

Cinco de Drinko

Yea, I'm sorry about the absence. I wish i could post here every day, but i just forget all my good ideas most of the time. Anyway. I have something a little worthwhile.

I talk alot. Like, alot. About whatever. But especially my problems or tough decisions I have to make. I guess that makes me a complainer. I usually tell my woes to a close friend, but since i have so many, i end up telling everybody and then all that i hope to acheive goes downhill. So I decided to try something new. I am and have been in a weird period of college and I really haven't known what i wanted to do for most of this journey. Instead of taking my usual path, however, I've kept everything really secret. To the point of lying, actually. I really haven't told anybody about this, minus one special interview with Lisa. And it's been working. Just in general. Shutting up works. I want to yell and scream and talk and gab and blather on. But when i decide not to, it makes everything so much better. Torture, followed by happiness. It's a tradeoff to consider. And i wont be taking this path all the time. far from it. but i really would like to try this more often. it's yielded such great results and it can't be all bad. as for now, i'm over one big hump, and i just have another big one to go and then many small ones. but all is good for now.

sorry for being so conservative in this post, but it was kinda the moral. so there.

We'll Go and We'll Go

Hey, it was nice seeing you guys last weekend. Dig the new car? I'm going to be stealing all of break, but you guys'll be in school that week. Whatever, i'll drop by.

All the good weather left. Like mother earth went "oh yea! winter. forgot. sorry." but whatever. I can still wear shorts.

Quick update because you deserve it.



so yea. it's cool. i have a 5 dollar gift certificate to silvergreens. i got money today. i aced my performance. i talked to that cute girl in my DA class and it turns out she lives right above me. That should prove interesting. Suck my d, life. i hope i do okay on finals... i had something interesting to say, but i forgot where it went to.

One Day... We'll Make Millions

I feel the need to post. Because. This has been one of the best weekends ever.

It started on Friday. Friday is a day where i wake up really early, attend way too much class, deal with dipshit, dumbass lab partners, and then get really angry. Luckily, lab was on the beach this week as we are talking about longshore sand deposit. Not a bad way to end my scholastic week.

After class I immediately left for Hempwise, the local ganja culture shop, to look for a new swimsuit. Out of curiosity, I asked how much their salvia was. $50 for a gram of 15x. Fuck that shit. I left without buying anything. When I got back to the room, I talked to taylor. He became excited and we ended up buying 20x off of iamshaman for 30 bucks and 1500 morning glory seeds.

Day soon became night, and boredom soon became drinking. Taylor and I downed our krunk juice while Neel headed out to the PuffBluff. Neel has given up drinking for Lent and, seeing as how he is our resident alcoholic, I'm very proud that he has made it this far. We were soon ready to go and we headed out to Isla Vista.

We had no particular place to go, so we just cruised down Del Playa. The place was deserted; very odd for a Friday night. It was only nine o'clock, so we ignored it. After searching a bit, we came to a party that was being held in and in back of a small house. A clothesline held up a big black tarp to prevent the pigs from snooping too hard. We entered the party and found ourselves in the middle of a White Trash Bash. Faux pregnant women were smoking and drinking, many guys had mullets, and pretty much everybody was wearing a wifebeater. There was alcohol, but there were lots of people and only one keg. As far as attaining beer goes, such a situation always proves to be nearly impossible. There was a beerpong table, but it sucks watching a game if you or your friends aren't involved.

We bounced. There was a small band playing outside a duplex near the party (and, as it happens right nextdoor to our forgotten dream house), and we stopped there for a second before heading to a party on DP that Sam had told me about. We were pleased when we arrived at the party. There was a live band that was pretty damn good. There was a little alcohol, but at least it was easy to snatch. Erica Kehlet and Ana came toward the end of the party and we had fun with them. Taylor had a little fun with a chick who apparently admitted "my boyfriend wont be too happy about this." The band wrapped up with a shitty cover of Bro Hymn and we left.

When we got back to the room, it was two in the morning. Wasn't long before people came to hang out. Erica Kehlet, Ana, Lisa, Tessa, Taylor, Afshin, Neel and I sat down to watch various (parts) of movies. There was the last half hour of the Matrix and the first half hour of happy feet. That's about when Taylor passed out on Neel's bed. I checked to see if his shoes were still on and i wasn't disappointed. I fished out a brown sharpie and wrote some penis related comments on his face. Afshin called me stupid and left the room. Whatever, that's the rule. The rest of the gang and I sat down to watch Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade on my laptop. Let me say that is one of the best movies ever. Harrison Ford and Sean Connery are two of the coolest actors ever.

The movie finished and we set up a tent over my bed and talked and tickled for a couple hours. At this point, Tessa and Taylor had left and it was just Neel, Lisa, Ana, Erica, and I. When we saw that it was 530 in the morning, i suggested that we go out to campus point and watch the sun rise. We gathered a blanket and a sleeping bag and headed out. We took thousands of pictures, which are now on facebook, and watched an amazing Santa Barbara sunrise. The orange against the blue was astounding. We played around a bit on the platform at the point, which was kinda cool, and took some more pictures. When we were finished, we made our way back to the dorms and went to bed. It was seven in the morning; a full twenty four hours after i had woken up on friday.

Even though i was planning to sleep forever, i got a call from Matt Connelly telling me that i had to get up and do Afshin's jog-a-thon. Goddamn it. I was a big scared because i wasn't sure how fast people would be. I ended up being at the front of the pack with two other runners, David Palm and some other guy from the 2300's. We took a break after the 5th lap (the course made a square around the low rise dorms and was about half a mile). At that point, two guys who, apparently were training for a 50 mile race passed us. They were wearing funning clothing: big poncholike jerseys and tshirts under that. Strange. We waited for the hot girl we saw kicking some ass and paced with her. Hotness. My buddies dropped out eventually and i was left to run with who i could find. I ended up in a threeway tie with Zulu poncho boys, but since they finished first i think they got the prizes. Note: Mike's infatuation with two girls named michelle starts. We fininshed the thing with a bbq.

I couldn't go back to bed. So i went to lie out on the beach and the lawn with Taylor, Neel, and Naomi. I almost fell asleep, but fuck that. We played guitar in Taylor's room and that was a fun little session. Before we knew it, it was party time. We busted out the highlighters and we had artists tattoo our bodies. People took pictures, but nobody took ones without the flash, so you couldn't see how awesome we were. We headed out the the highlighter party and it was awesome. Dancing, hyphy music, a keg, beerpong, hot girls, you name it. AWESOME PARTY! and hey, Neel finally hooked up with Lisa. Go Neel! umm. and just like that i forgot the rest of the weekend because it was two weeks ago.

Something Awful

I tell you, that Slanguage made me really angry. I guess i really am just a big hater. I hate people for silly things. But all my hates are based on some fact. Not necessarily just an impression. Iono. Just fuck singers. I'm sick of their talent. Fuck dancers, I'm sick of their skill. Fuck everybody who has something i dont. Including culture.

I wish i didnt feel this way.

No Seriously

I am sick and tired of one of my lab partners. Last week i spent 20 minutes trying to explain that there is no "vertical" on a map. It has to be represented by elevations lines. Then she called the TA over and SHE talked for 1/2 an hour. We're always the last group out. It's a two hour long lab, most people finish in an hour or an hour and a half. We were 10 minutes over today. I am so fucking pissed off. It's not even just maps and shit. We were plotting a fucking graph. Like XaxisYaxis graph. Not that hard, bitch. And dont get me started on the metric system. We're just converting them you dumb bitch. ALSKDJGLSDKJG


I will kill her. Her and her hairy arms.



In other news, i'm going on a hike in the Santa Ynez tomorrow for geology. Its a full day, so we'll see how it turns out. It starts at 8 am, so i cant party too hard tonight. That or i start drinking say....now.

Cheers

Dead On Arrival

Fuckin girls, man. Too many of them. Too much trouble.
on valentine's day - zefrank.com


In other news. I'm kinda drunk and, as a result, i'm not really feeling happy. It's kinda a mix of the feelings my friends are experiencing and the ones that i, myself am experiencing. iono. i kinda feel like just sleeping through class tomorrow.


whatever man. marcy playground, foo fighters, phantom planet, neutral milk hotel, big city rock, and paolo nutiti are my heros. they make my day less boring.



MARDI GRAS
oh yea. i'm giving up masturbation for lent again. i think i'll do alot better this year. last year i gave in twice. this year will be different. at least i'm not neel. he's giving up alcohol for lent. but he's a fucking alkie, so lets see what happens.



oh yea. la was tight. i went golfing for the first and second times. so now im white. la is tight. but UCLA SUCKS! except the asian girls. they're actually alot hotter than you'd expect. leggy and shit. daaaaaaamn.



and charlie brown makes me feel sad sometimes

Who Sings This Song? Before It Was The Blur

That's what she said.

I swear. This week has been one kick in the nuts after the other. By my count its 5. Today for instance. No snowboard party. Oh yea. We didnt get the goddamn house. Bitchass could have called us or at least picked up her fucking phone. I tell you guys. It's bleak. My hopes of having an epic second year are pretty much dashed. I'll see. There still is some hope. I want a house..

Harmonized

I'm actually kinda pissed off. I dont know why. I'm just a little bitch, i guess. Anyway. I got Wiz to get yoongi 6 roses for Valentines day. And i was getting a little peeved that she didnt say anything about it until like freaking 9pm. and when she did, i couldnt help but feel let down. i guess i just didnt get the response i wanted. i thought it would be a cool idea. i wish i could say we were still good friends, but i dont get that notion that the feeling is mutual anymore. her reaction to the thing anyway was just a bit unsettling. now i feel stupid. maybe i shouldnt have done that. it just kinda added to the whole valentines day thing.

my cat died yesterday. lulu and i were becoming great friends. i remember thinking over break that she wouldn't be around forever. valentines day was just boring with a taste of sad until that happened. that set the scales tipping to 'very shitty'. this, of course, was 30 seconds before yoongi imed me.

at least i have the foo fighters.

BIg City Rock

Damn I love these guys. Kinda generic, but very fun. Energetic.

No longer fucked. Not in the one way and almost not in the other way. We'll see.




Court date: 2/16/07. Then I'm done forever. SLkdjglsdjgljsdglkjdf;lgjdg

Baby Blue Playing Cards Are On My Desk. I Stole Them.

I came into the room two days ago to find three post-it notes on my laptop.

MIKE,
I AM
FUCKED


WHAT
DO I DO
?


LOVE
TAYLOR



I sympathize, boyo. Oh shit.

YOU BROKE MY FUCKING AMP YOU NEEDYASS BITCH!

I might not have told you this, but i like to think that i have prophetic dreams. Mostly their just fun, but there's once in a while where i get a dream including somebody who i dont even know. the next day, however, i'll meet them and something will happen.

But now i'm starting to doubt myself. I think i've been misinterpretting these dreams. Maybe i'm just crazy and im not supposed to listen to dreams. But they're pretty accurate i must say. But anyway. Misinterpretting. When i look back at the old ones, i can see them in a different light. Maybe i didnt look into every part of the dream. Maybe i didn't catch that one part.

Or maybe my head likes to fuck with my life.

When Ima Walkin, I Strut My Stuff, Man I'm So Strun Out

Guess where neel is. He's shaving his legs. Why? because the bears lost. it took him an hour to shave the first one. then he took a break to allow us to admire the difference. now he's doing round 2. funny funny.

i feel unusually bored today. geeze.

Jack Johnson's Surfing Video

Back by popular demand. Man, fuck laundry. I played mud soccer the other day and i had JUST got done with a load of laundry, so i just put the clothes in my closet and let them rot. Its amazing how the smell didnt leak out of the closet. It was quite horrible. But now that's all done. And i cant wait for my warm comforter. w00t.

I pretty muched aced all my midterms and essays. It got me thinkin a little. Some lowell people say that college is easier than high school. It's not really that, actually. It's pretty much just spellicy's class. You go in, you get lectured, you do the reading if you feel like it. If you do bad, well then you know why. And the tests and essays are about the same level as lowell standards. So i guess yea. college is much easier than high school. And you have time to do more stuff (like fucking errands and work because you're an adult on your own now).

I have to introduce you to the Jokah. He's the most annoying guy on our floor with a grin from ear to ear, hence his name is the Joker (JOKAHHHHHH). But yea, we dont like him alot because he's an asshole and stubborn and, well, he's an engineer. And not the levi engineer either. The dick kind of engineer. Well, if you so choose to hear (please tell me) i will continue to update you on SC1400's/Jokah relations. There are a lot of good stories, believe me, but i dont want to waste your time if you dont care.

Listening to Jack Johnson now. He's so cool because he went to sb. I'm not a humungous fan, but i tell you, JJ on a lazy afternoon is just the thing to make you feel good. Just like watching office space. Man, this makes me feel good.

I actually organized a mission tonight. Since SuperBowlSunday is finally upon us, we decided we had to throw a big bash. We dont want to hang out in the rec room because its going to be too busy. So we're hosting it in our rooms. The only problem is we have no food or drinks. So tonight, we're going to rob the dining commons blind. Cheese, sour cream, onions, coke, sprite, everything. Step two is to rob IV blind. That's right. We're findin us some parties, finding the alcohol and yank it. Normally this isnt a hard thing to do, in fact i do it very often with smaller scale beverages, but on such a large scale, it might get scheisty. We'll see what happens. Either way, i dont watch enough football to know about the game, so go colts?

Marsha and Buff's Room For An Hour? No, You Liar, Afshin

I haven't posted here in a long time. But that's because Zelda is eating my life. Slowly but surely. Anyway, i wish i could draw. I mean, i doodle in class, and recently my doodles have had a point to them. I want to do a comic strip. But the problem is that i have no character consistancy, so it would have to be a 1 panel strip. I'll post some stuff, see how you three like it. That's it for now.

Spin City

2 glasses of wine over Office Space. And this after a brisk ride and a happy day at home. Life could not be more amazing. I feel so great. Maybe because i'm 18. I just felt sooo good for a couple moments and now im basking in the glory of my day at home by myself.

Shit I feel so good.

Office Space and the Promise of Pho Makes Me Happy

I giggle so hard when comics call it smooching. It's just such a funny word. Awwwwww. I miss Foxtrot. Peter used to "smooch" with his girlfriend, Denise. Took me forever to figure out she was blind. I thought she was just really cool with the sunglasses and all. I MISS FOXTROT! But i'm liking Lio. He's a fun guy. Here's Qwantz.

not fanfare but...

yea. so im totally weirded out. like. this blows the doors off anything that i have ever experienced. just so fucking weird.

i just wanted to say 'blows the doors off of __________" like jon stewart did.

Where's the damn dam tour?

Well. I hope nye would make me feel better. And while it was a blast, i still feel like crud. it's pretty much because im in my room by myself watching constant tv. i'm not excercising and im fat and apparently pmsing. so yea. poor lonely and fat. I really want to get back to sb. Really. And im never ever going to the 7th floor of san nick ever ever again. no srsly, never.