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moving, moving, moving! [28 May 2006|12:49am]
[ mood | optimistic ]
[ music | built to spill "conventional wisdom" ]

Ok guys, I've come to a decision. I think for the time being I will no longer be updating this livejournal. I am not deleting it, and I will eventually come back to it in due time. But for now, I will be using [info]rockettonic as my primary LiveJournal.

Why, you ask? Because I am starting a new project. A daily sketchbook journal comic. And I will be posting it up over at [info]rockettonic, which is right now the internet home of my comic strip Rocket Tonic. It would be silly for me to be keeping an online comic journal and an online journal at the same time, when I can say it all at one place online. It is just more convenient this way.

My goal for the journal comic is to do a journal comic a day for the whole summer. If I can do that, I want to try keeping it up for a year.

So yeah, everyone please friend [info]rockettonic if you haven't done so already. I'll start posting up my journal comic either tomorrow or Monday or whenever I can find time to do so between doing my finals for school.

Hope to see all you folks over at [info]rockettonic!

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yeah yeah yeah [16 May 2006|01:29am]
[ music | 18th day of may "18th day" ]

I seem to be bored. I find myself continually asking what is the point of it all? Why should I give a fuck? Bored of it all. Just coasting through life, I guess.

My life should be on a high right now. A lot of good things are happening for me. People seem to be digging my comics. My friend David made a Grunge Lobster action figure and my friend Savannah wants to make a Rocket Tonic plushie (removable brains and all). I met a really cute and awesome girl at a party by handing out my mini-comics and she dug them. I'm most likely going to become the new Comic Editor for the paper in a year if I play my cards right. A lot of people want to but a Rocket Tonic screenprinted shirt once I make them. I've got a lot of good friends around me. Summer is coming up. Things are going really awesome. A lot of what should be exciting things are coming up around teh corner and life seems to be taking a positive direction for once in my crummy existance. But yet...I'm bored and don't give a shit about any of the good things coming my way, and I am a horrible person for that. A horrible person.

I lost interest in my classes a little. I have a lot to do, but I'm not getting any of it done. Have a presentation in 20th Centary Art to give on Wednesday. Haven't done any reasearch for it. At all. Didn't even bother to show up for class today. It was a field trip anyways so it doesn't matter too much I don't think. Still redoing my watercolor comic for materials and techniques. Only going to get one page done and it is still crappy looking, but I don't care enough to keep working on it. Have to do a proprosal for a comic script for comic book scripting due tomorrow. Don't feel like writing anything. Don't feel like doing the rest of my 8 page comic for the District that is due on Friday. I don't feel like doing anything. I just want to sit on my bed and watch tv all day, and sleep.

I feel like an asshole for being bored with life. I feel selfish. I dunno. I'm just rambling on now. I'm sure I'll get over it soon and get back with it. But I get like this sometimes. I really wish I wouldn't get like this though.

Maybe I just need to get inspired again. But how? I really wish I had a muse in my life.



oh, and I have a massive toothache and I haven't been to the dentist since I was nine. I am a pussy.

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fall 06 schedule (subject to change) [09 May 2006|08:11am]
[ mood | tired ]
[ music | they might be giants ]

So...just signed up for my Fall classes. Stayed up until 8AM juszt so I would not sleep through my registration time. So here is my schedule for next Fall quarter...

DSGN102 3-D Design MW 11AM-1:30PM Bauer
SEQA274 Comic Book Penciling and Inking I TR 11AM-1:30PM Gildersleeve
CWRI177 Nonfiction Writing I TR 5-7:30PM Macadam

Supposedly, Macadam writes commentaries for, get this, NPR! How fucking cool is that, man? I was stuck between Fiction I (which supposedly has an awesome professor) and Nonfiction I, and that fact about NPR pushed me over to the Nonfic side for Fall quarter. I wanted to avoid taking evening classes, but it seems the creative writing teachers love to teach at night. Well, at least I didn't get stuck in the new 8 to 10:30 PM slot. I don't want to get rapped or murdered while walking back from class or waiting for the bus that never shows up. And thankfully I didn't get stuck in an 8 to 10:30AM class. I have no problem with the current 9AM classes, but there is a HUGE difference between a 9AM class and an 8AM class. I just can't deal with that. So over all, a good schedule, I feel. I little nervous about 3D though, because all of the teachers avalible during that time slot have mixed reviews. We'll see how things turn out once classes start.

Also, I am living in Turner House Room 115 next year with Ernest. He's a good kid. Hopefully we'll get along fine. Was kind of hoping I'd get paired with Josh and to be one either the 2nd or above floor instead of the 1st floor. But oh well, it could have been worse. I could be an RA next year. Oh wait...I AM an RA for next year...good grief. But yeah. So I know where I am living next year. Where I am going to be an RA. It's kind of a weird feeling.


Ok, gonna head off to bed now. Take a quick power nap before my noon class. I have so much work to get done in the next week it is not even funny. Well, I guess it's sorta funny if it ain't happening to you.


Good night, everybody!

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why does the sun shine? [06 May 2006|01:11am]
[ mood | blah ]
[ music | tmbg "birdhouse of your soul" ]

I have been a bad LJer. Not updating and not reading my friends list for around two or three weeks now. Oh noes! But no, sometimes I just get bored with LJ. Sometimes I become obssesed with it. I'm now in the bored stage, I guess. So sorry for not reading your posts. It's nothing personal.

Saw They Might Be Giants live last night! That was fucking awesome! It was my first "real" concert I have ever gone too, as any other bands or musical performances I have seen have been in coffee houses, bars, and pizza places. Oh yeah, and there was that one time I saw Self-Titled play in a Popeye's Chicken. No joke. TMBG was also my first big band that I have seen live. And it only cost my 15 bucks! The opener, Michael Leviton was awesome. He reminded me alot of myself. If I had musical talent. And was cool. But his songs, man. It was listening into a mirror, if mirrors could play music. And fucking shit, man. TMBG blew the fucking roof off of the Trustess. I got to stand a few feet away from the band on the floor for the second half of the show. I was right in front of John L's keyboard setup. Pretty fucking sweet, if you ask me, man.

I've slowly been finding myself and then loosing myself soon afterwards, in the past few weeks.

I feel like today was going to significant for some reason, but it didn't turn out being so.


I wonder if right now, at this very second, as I write this, if I am on someone's mind right now. I'm probably not, but it would be nice if that were the case. I miss being on somebody's mind late at night. I don't think you can be an important or significant person in this universe unless someone is thinking of you at 1:30 in the morning. Preferably with possitive, pleasent thoughts, but hell, I'll take negative thoughts if that's all I'm going to get.


Tomorrow is another day, just like any other, I suppose.

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they call me hawkeye [26 Apr 2006|11:31pm]
[ mood | ho hum ]
[ music | mash the movie on tv ]

Well...midterms. Over, for the most part, but class goes on. Took teh big bad 20th Century Art History midterm today. I aced the slide identification for sure, probably did alright on the essays, but know for a fact that I most likely bombed the multiple choice. I was pretty sure that the prof said we only had to know what was on the study guide, and almost none of the multiple choice questions were from teh study guide. Oh well. Oh yeah, and that midterm cost me over 100 bucks. Why? That is how much teh book cost me. And this is the ONLY time this quarter we need the book. We aren't having a final, but instead a final presentation that can be on anything art related in teh past 100 years, and things that aren't covered in the book. So now I have an overpriced 100 book taking up space and for the remaining 10 classes, I don't need to pay attention in class as it will never be tested. I mean, I'll still pay attention because I am interested, but it just won't ever be tested. All I have to do is show up and do the final paper/presentation at the end of the quarter. Ho hum... Maybe if I stop by the bookstore soon enough, I can tell lie and them I bought the wrong book, get a full refund, and be on my way. Ho hum ho hum.

My animal hybrid brush ink project for Materials and Tech was hella fun, even if I drove myself crazy trying to ink well with a brush (my 2nd time using brush to ink, really). I spent 23 bucks on a brush. Yes, 23 bucks. Being an artist is expensive, esspecially if you are poor. I wouldn't be as erked if it wasn't for the fact that the 23 dollar brush did not act like a 23 dollar brush. I probably could have used a cheap two buck brush and got the same results. Or maybe I just suck as using the brush. But regardless...I had a hella fun time making my animal hybrids and the class seemed to enjoy it. The thing is fucking huge, and is going to be a bitch to scan, but hopefully I can manage and post it up online for all to see.

Comic book scripting is going well. Mark (the prof) and me? We fit together well. We are both bitter and sarcastic people and that is awesome. Working on a period piece comic script. I'm turning one of my grandpa's old war stories for that. The one where his ship was shot at and the two men at his sides were killed but he survived. He spent the next few months in a hospital insisting that he was dead. Still working at it, trying to get a good script going. That's due May 1st.

Thinking about what classes I am going to take next year in teh fall. Penciling and Inking I is on the list for sure. Might take a creative writing course (poetry or non-fiction or short story) and maybe 3D Design. Stil have a week or so to decide until I sign up.

Back 500 plus miles away at home, they found a little baby rabbit on the outside steps, a large patch of fur on his back missing. My cat Godzuki probably did it. My dad and Juozas put it in a box, keeping it fed, letting it rest and get better. I called Juozas today during the rain storm here to see how the rabbit was doing. He's gone. I know I didn't even know the little guy, but it's still sad. I wish things wouldn't die due to violence. And I really wish Godzuki wouldn't kill things for fun. I hate that in her. But I know that it is instinct and she can't help it.


MASH (the movie) is on AMC right now. Good times, good times indeed.

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I am so fuckin' panther, I am going to facebook mySELF! [17 Apr 2006|05:33pm]
[ mood | excited ]
[ music | magnetic fields "i thought you were my boyfriend" ]

Yeah boyyiiieeeee! I just got a screenprinting kit (a sort of Easter gift from my folks) so as soon as I get some blank t-shirts, it is ON!

Oh man, I am so excited!

So...if I make some good designs, would you buy t-shirts from me? Like 10 bucks a pop (maybe 15 if I can't buy the shirts in bulk)? Maybe less if you provide your own shirt? Hmm?

I need to buy a roll of screenprinting fabric for my screen, because the frame only came with one, so I need more. But it is expensive. Sadness. But I need it. CREDIT!


Oh man, I am StoKed with a capital S and K!


So...who wants a t-shirt?

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omfgwtfbbq?!? [12 Apr 2006|08:52pm]
[ mood | shocked ]

They just said the N-WORD on the fucking DISNEY CHANNEL!!! What the flying McFuck fuck?!?

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ask me these questions five... [09 Apr 2006|02:42pm]
[ mood | curious ]
[ music | rem "why not smile" ]

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature. Or not so creepy/personal.
3. Update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

interviewed by [info]faeofluna

+ + +


1. Describe for me your idea of a dream house.
Ah, the perfect house. To steal from minds as George Lucas and Chrles Schultz, a sort of ranch set up. I wouldn't want to have like 200 acrews of land or anything, but enough to go exploring and have a little mini-forest, a little lake/pond, a place for maybe horses or something. A half acre or two for a garden. The location would be far enough from a city, but close enough so I can go when needed. I'd probably have the ranch be in suburbia (but while sort of still being seperate from suburbia, if that makes any sense), just so my kids can have the public school and suburban experience. The house itself would be big, but not too big. It would only be big for a few reasons. One, there would be a large studio where I would do all my cartoons and write. I might even set it up so other cartoonists could come in and work there. There would be a HUGE library with so many types of books. And it would include almost every graphic novel known to man. There would also be a media library room with a massive selection of films and an awesome home theatre to watch movies on. A home theatre that would be set up like a mini movie theatre. The kitchen/dining room/living room would be quite a site. Very contemporary and massive and an overtone of homely and timely. The kitchen would have every high-tech piece of kitchen equipment. Problaby large cathedral like ceiliens here, like my home in Pittsburgh. There would be a collection room for all my Star Wars junk. :P The bedrooms would be bigger than average, and would fit the personalities of the inhabitants (aka children, if I ever have any). There would be a playroom just for the kids. There would also be a dome/obserevatory thing on teh top of the house, so I could go stargazing at night. It would be wonderful.

2. Would you rather lose an eye or your hearing? Explain your reasoning.
Oh geez...this one is tricky. Thinking about it, I would rather lose an eye. Because you said "an" eye, that is only one eye in teh singular sense. I'd at least have one eye left. My depth perception would be horrible (aka non-existant) but I could at least hear. I do not think I could live in a world without my hearing. I could not hear music, the sound of laughter, the sound of nature, the sound of a loved one. It would be horrible. With one eye, I could still hear, and I could still do my artwork. I mean, I wouldn't want to lose any of that, obviously, but if I had to, the one eye. Preferably the left.

3. Uh oh. You've had one of those epiphany things again. What have you discovered?
Everything is connected. Everything. And everything is massive and important, for if one connection is lost, everything changes and all the connections have to be realigned. Even all the small supposedly insignificant shit, it is huge in the long run.

4. A major newspaper has picked up your comic idea! Do you abandon school to draw for this paper?
No way. This is based primarily on the fact that the newspaper comic industry is one of the most fucked up things you will ever know about in your life. Even if a paper, or syndicate, agrees to pick up your strip, there is no guarantee that your comic will ever see print or that you will ever make enough money off of it to live off of it. And even if it does get into a few papers, it may never get picked up by other papers and gain popularity. To make a living doing a newspaper comic, you have to be in like 500 papers, and you'll just be getting by. You need to get into the 1000s to make a living doing it, and pray that your characters are merchendizable (where the "real money" in newspaper comics is today, sadly). So it would not be worth it to leave school (which I already invested 60k into thus far) and take a gamble on a not-sure thing. The only way it would be worth it is if I got the Frank Cho treatment. The syndicates wanted him so badly, they waited until he got done with school (nursing school I beleive it was, odd, I know) and offered him a lot of cash insentives. So no, I would not leave school. In comics, newspaper or book or graphic novel, there is never a "sure thing." The industry, financially, is just too weak for there to be a sure thing. I would be flattered and honored if an idea of mine was picked up, but it is not something I could afford to abbandon school for.

5. In what direction would you predict your art heading over the next two years or so?
Oh, this is a very tricky one, because art and the future are so unpredictable. In the past two years my art has been all over the map, and I thank college for that. I am being pulled in all these different directions and I discover new creators and new influences and new heroes and new techniques. And I fucking love it. Lately in my sketchbook, I have been headed in a Robbert Crumb-esque dirrection, letting my inner preversions out onto the page. PDicks, boobs, and pussy all over and these insane monsters saying horrible things. I think my storytelling keeps moving into more personal space. I keep slowly putting more of my neck out on the line and becoming less of a closed book in my art. So I think my storytelling is headed there. I am putting more of myself into it and telling stories that normal people would keep secret and not even tell their close loved ones. As for style...yikes. I can't say. I think it is becoming more organic slowly? We are going to start using a brush to ink in my materials and tech class, and if I can get the hang of that, I think my style is going to jump ahead ten spaces. Also, I am planing a local SCAD based iron man challange, doing a comic everyday for a year. And I know some people who have done that in teh past, and just by doing a comic everyday, their style and disipline and storytelling abilites just grew 20 fold. So I plan on doing that sometime in the next two years, doing a comic everyday for a year. This is the best guess that I can give you on where my art is headed.



Phew...that was fun! Common, let me interview you, LJ-friends!

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the sunshines in the bedroom when we play, the rain always starts when you go away [08 Apr 2006|07:20pm]
[ mood | calm ]
[ music | nirvana "son of a gun" ]

Thunderstorms outside. Warmth and good times inside. I love being inside on a lazy weekend when it is storming away outside. It is just a good feeling, and nostolgic for some odd reason. Can't explain it fully. But then again, I never can explain anything fully.

SCADradio shift today was fun. For future reference, EVERY Saturday noon to 2pm go to scadradio.org and listen in to my show. I probably won't start my specialty show until two weeks from now, as it needs a little more research and prep. But next week I'll be playing the songs from teh computer.

Speaking of music, April 8, 1994 Kurt Cobain's body was found, dead. 12 years ago. Fucking damn, man. If you know me well, you know my theory that he was murdered. Either it was suicide (which it wasn't) or murder (which it was), we lost a great creative soul that day. Ah well, at least his music will live on forever.


FLUKE update WILL be coming up tomorrow, with photos (maybe).

I would go to ComicJam tonight, but it is too stormy outside to go out. Maybe a little bet later if it lets up.

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giddy giddy giddy like a school girl on prozac [03 Apr 2006|03:35pm]
[ mood | geeky ]
[ music | cat power "psychic hearts" ]

Well, FLUKE 2006 was fucking amazing. Give me a few days, and I will write a full report on it. First I want to get through reading the over 30 minis that I picked up while there. And just let the whole experience sink in further.

To say the least, I will be going back next year. Oh, and did I mention that FLUKE was fucking amazing/awesome/punch your mom in the FACE?

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mr. cobain, can you help me? [30 Mar 2006|11:08pm]
[ mood | failure ]
[ music | nirvana "come as you are (unplugged)" ]

I'm not going to get my new mini-comic/zine done in time for Saturday, so fuck it. I would much rather put together something I am proud of then rush it. I did have two months to do it though... Oh well, at least I'll have a bunch of Grunge Lobster #1s and Rocket Tonic collections on hand to sell/trade.

My Ink Dick script didn't go over so well in Scripting today. No one seemed to like it and Kneece sort of seemed to rush through covering it while giving everyone else more cover. Whatever. Fuck it, I guess.

My new SCADradio timeslot is going to be Saturday, noon to 2pm. I won't be able to do it this week (as I will be away in Athens for FLUKE) but next week, tune it to scadradio.org on Saturdays, noon to 2pm to hear my awful voice but good music. I think Mary might be covering for me this Saturday, so tune in anyways and tell her thanks for covering for me.

Not to happy with the few comics that I am barely managing to push out. They aren't that great. They all resemble oral bowel movements.

I seem to have been failing a lot lately. My family keeps telling me how smart and talanted I fucking am. That's a god damn lie. I'm not that great anymore. I don't think I ever really was.

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yes, yes, and no [30 Mar 2006|04:33am]
[ music | jackie wilson "higher and higher" ]

I just finished writing a two page non-fictional comic script entitled "Ink Dick" for my Comic Book Scripting class. Maybe someday I will draw it out and you can read it. But until then, I am going to sleep. I have a fucking jam packed day ahead of me today.

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save sighs for folks who really need them [30 Mar 2006|02:47am]
[ mood | erked ]
[ music | b.b. king ]

D: My friend reminded me of a quote. "It can't rain all the time."
Me: Yeah, it only rains most of the time. And I lost my umbrella on the bus and every car that drives by hits a puddle and splashes me with it. In case you couldn't tell, I'm a pessimist. I know, shocking, right?


Yeah...I learned something in the last four or five weeks through various occurances that I don't give a fuck about going into detail (so draw/makeup your own conclusions). Or rather I RElearned something. Don't ever trust nobody fer nothing. And don't keep sticking out your neck for people and helping people out. You will only get screwed up in the end, and the offending party will get rewarded instead of the doer of the good/helpful deed. Karma works in reverse for you, Pranas. (I know the concept of karma doesn't work in black and white terms, but still.) Or who knows, maybe I raped babies in a past life or something and this lifetime is making up for that. Who fucking knows.

Fuck. And on top of everything, I have to make a lame attempt at making a mini in time for FLUKE (in two days). It's not going to happen. Oh well.


I'll be okay. I'll just slap on another layer of cynicalness and push the emotion deeper inside. Slowly become more distant. Someday I fear, though, that I will die away and all that will be left is a walking outershell of cynicalness. Ah well. It happens, I suppose.

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Happy Pran-Day [26 Mar 2006|05:08pm]
[ mood | let's get to work... ]
[ music | counting crows "long december" ]

Five years ago today, Pran-Man debuted on the internet (back in the day when there was only one internet). Don't believe me? Well, see for yourself. Yep, five long years. And I've only done enough comics to maybe fill up two years at the most. But still...five years. I feel old.

That...and the last Pran-Man comic that the world has seen was "published" (is that even the right word for something that is put up online?) back in mid-May. Close to one year ago. I've done like five Pran comics since then. Never put them online, and most are at most half-inked. I keep planning to bring back Pran-Man. "Re-launch" it, so to speak. But those plans keep getting put back by school work, personal problems and obsticles and insecurities, taking on a hundred other comic projects at once (and none of them get anywhere because I overload myself), me wondering if I want to keep doing online comics or if I want to move exclusively into doing mini-comics or do both, etc. etc. and etc. Lots of things in my way and putting Pran off to the side. Some my own fault, some out of my hands.

I sort of came up with a plan that would help me tackle my problem of trying to do ten billion different comic strips/books all at once. Sort of like an anthology sort of thing. I think that is the plan I am going to keep working at, because to me it makes the most sense. Pran-Man will be included in the list of comics that will be appearing in that project. But I don't want to start "publishing" that online until I have a good library of strips already done, so I am working AHEAD of schedule for once, and will be able to stay on a constant release schedule, instead of updating whenever I feel like it. Readers like a constant schedule as opposed to a random one. I am not going to start my new project until I have at least 30 strips/pages done. Right now I have none. I have maybe 10 half penciled or half inked strips. So I can't nail down a date when I might start this. Maybe, MAYBE before school gets out for the summer. My past goal was Winter 2006. That is long past. I really, REALLy wanted to have Pran back up and running before the 5th Pran-Day. But I failed at that. I'm going to attempt to start the next thing up before school gets out (June 1 for me this year) but I will not promise you anything. So...we'll see.

I really love Pran-Man. It's the strongest link to my past that I have. And it is a great world that I created. A world that I have barely even scratched the surface of. I think that once I crack through and start showing the world what the Pran-Verse is really like, it's going to be fucking amazing. They will love it, and I will love giving it to them and love working with Pran and the Gang. But until then, I am slowly picking at the glass with my dull pick axe. I'll get there. It's just going to take me some time. I love Pran-Man. Matt. Brad, Justin, Mom, Dad, Golda, Gardenia, and the bunch of characters I haven't even told people about yet! To my other crations and characters and stories, Grunge Lobster, Space Raider, Rocket Tonic, Suicide Sam, and others. I love you guys. But Pran wins out. You guys are fun to work with and I will continue to work with you when I can,but Pran and I have been together longer. Five years publically and privately since 1997. Pran and I have been together for almost ten years. Almost half of my life. Damn.

And even though the present is pretty shitty for Pran-Man (I mean, like really, REALLY shitty), the future could never be brighter. I have a whole fucking universe of characters and stories ahead of me to explore and flesh out and work with. Storylines and things such as all the Long December flashbacks, The Brad-Files cases, the Buger Clown saga, Enter the Kitties, the intorduction of a new female character that will turn the Pran-verse on it's head (in a good way), and much much more! MUCH more! Don't beleive me? Well, stay tuned in for the coming years to find out. I'll show you naysayers (of which I am partially one). And for my few remaining supporters, thanks for sticking it out and in some way still beleiving in me (Alli, your free mini-comic will get to you sometime in April or...whenever). And those that I lost and are now indifferent, I'll win you guys back over, I promise.

Wow...I managed to pump myself up and motivate myself. Damn... Now, if you excuse me, I have some god damn comics to create.


(Also, Happy Birthday to my dad (Tetis) today. Even though you're an asshole to me and I'm an asshole to you, I still love you.)

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plop [25 Mar 2006|11:55pm]
[ music | morningwood "nth degree" ]

So, my St. Patty's Day update, a week and a day late. Going to sum things up instead of going into detail, because I have no interest in doing so.

St. Patty's Day Parade with Jon and were met later by Nick(?) and some girl who I don't know. It was alright, except for teh drunks behind us. They kept spilling beer on my back. But hey, it's St. Patty's Day, so it is to be expected. Afterwards Jon, Mary, and Sky ventured across teh bridge to South Carolina for no reason. Traveled 40 minutes to get boiled peanuts and fucking awesome cider. I bought a seven dollar half gallon bottle of Black Rasberry Cider. Fucking good shit. Then an abandoned church and a thrift store where I picked up a 2 dollar blue flannel button up shirt. That night went over to Chris' place and did some manditory St. Patty's Day drinking. I have found a new love: Hard cider. Specifically the green apple kind. So fucking good. See, I like drinks with FLAVOR. A reason I cannot drink beer and cannot do vodka unless I have a bottle of soda to wash the taste out of my mouth. But yeah, hard cider and good times.

St. Patty's Day was teh highlight of my shitty spring break. The last week and a half have been among the most depressing weeks of my live thus far. I got sick and puking twice (and because of which I had to skip out on seeing V for Vendetta with friends (which I saw a few days later with David and Joey) and then missed out out eating dinner with awesome comic people). With the few times I actually saw people, I was lonely as hell. Depressed. Cabin fever. Added with the stress of getting BACK into my classes. I got back into two. I have to move my ass around Norris on Monday to get into Comic Book Scripting. That is going to suck, but at least I'll (hopefully) get into a class. But yeah, the last week and a half have been fucking horrible. Thankfully I am too scared of dying to do anything drastic.

Maybe I'll make a comic about it someday.

Speaking of comics (and being depressed) this has been an unproductive break for me. I only got one stupid comic strip done. FLUKE (the mini-comic fest in Athens, GA) is next week, and I only have a week to get a new minicomic done and I can't fucking think of anything I would want to do. And when I start doing layouts for something that might be ok, it all comes out like shit. I'm not talented or creative anymore. I'm a shadow of my former self. At leaast for the time being. Maybe I'll get better someday. Maybe.

Yeah, I'm in the shitter, in case you can't tell. Not even the upbeat tempos of Morningwood can southe my soul right now. I'm really lonely and really fucking screwed. I don't know where I'll be in a year...

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up yours [19 Mar 2006|01:27am]
I just wrote a friends only entry and posted it. But YOU can't read it. I wish YOU could, but I don't want to give YOU the satisfaction.


And I would like to publicly say sorry to my mom who I called up after midnight and took my anger out on her. I am a giant walking douche-hat of a person. That anger was not supposed to be directed at her. It was supposed to be at SOMEONE ELSE.
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i'll give you a dollar to end it all now [13 Mar 2006|07:46pm]
[ mood | crushed ]

Well, I probably won’t be coming back to SCAD next quarter. I came back from dinner tonight, and in my e-mail is an e-mail saying that all my classes for next quarter were dropped because my account has not been paid. Next quarter was going to be the last quarter my folks were going to pay for and then I was on my own for the next two/three/whatever years. I was cool with that. This summer I was going to spend looking up and applying to loans. Well, fuck me. Fuck my old man. Fuck everything. The bill has not been paid and all of my classes have been dropped.

Even if the bill does get paid, what’s the fucking point? All my classes have been dropped. When I go to RE-sign up for them, more than likely, they will all be filled. There are only TWO Materials and Techniques classes and TWO Comic Book Scripting classes next quarter. And they are both filled up. Well, now there is one seat in each. So that means I won’t have any classes that I could go into. I am going to be fucking in the Sequential department and I cannot fucking move ahead in the program until I get those two classes out of the fucking way. So I might as well just leave school. What’s the point of being here next quarter if there aren’t any classes that I will be able to take because they are all filled?

And now, on the off chance of if the bill does get paid, I’m not coming back to Woodbridge for break now. I am going to have to stay here in Savannah, running all over town from SCAD building to SCAD biuilding trying to be able to re-register for classes and shit. So you know, fuck me.

I’m a fucking idiot. This is what I get for trusting people. You think that after 20 years I’d finally learn that you can’t trust anyone for nothing.

I’m fighting back the urge to cry/kick everything in my sight here. Fuck you. Fuck YOU.

Maybe I can drop out of college and end up like my old man. Yeah...please someone put a bullet in my fucking head now. I want out. Right in the brain. Splat. I’ll even write a note saying that it’s all okay, so you don’t go to jail or anything.

EDIT: And I forgot to add...my old man failed to pay the cell phone bill, too. So now I have no fucking way of contacting home, unless I bum Will's cellphone. And of course no one at home is picking up teh fucking phone. So if you call me on my cell (my only means of communication with home) and I don't answer, it's not my fault.

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why do you do that only? why are you so odd? [13 Mar 2006|01:48am]
[ mood | weekend waster ]
[ music | daniel johnston "story of an artist" ]

Another wasted weekend.


The story of my life, huh?

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cry for the mooooon! [10 Mar 2006|12:27am]
[ mood | bored ]
[ music | king of the hill on the teevee ]

Do you ever get...bored...with life? No, I'm not considering suicide or anything, so you know, don't worry or anything. It is an honest question. Do you ever get bored with life? Bored of the daily routine? Bored of the rules of society? Just...bored?

I'm bored. I shouldn't be. I have a lot going for me. I'm expanding my mind everyday in school. Meeting lots of new people. Getting involved in student media and dorm life. I'm young. My life is sitting before me. But here I am: bored. And not doing anything productive. I have not done anything productive that is non-class related in about a week. Maybe even longer. I'm bored of it all. Bored of the routine. Bored of life.

I come home from class almost everyday tired and never have the energy to work on comics or write or even hang with friends. I got to get myself motivated. I'm not going to change the world by sitting here watching reruns of In Living Color eating pretzles. No offense of ILC and pretzels (both of which are beyond awesome), but they won't help me bring about/start/partake in the Revolution. You can't fit the Revolution by sitting around doing nothing. If you keep standing still, someone is going to hang a coat on you. Words to live by.

Maybe I can start to un-bore myself over spring break. Ike and Steve ARE in fact coming down now for St. Patty's day. That will be fun. And I'll get a free ride back home too (minus the cost of food and chipping in for gas). Now all I have to worry about is getting a one-way ride from D.C. to the Sav either by air, rails, or road. Trains, Planes, and Automobiles, man. And if I'm lucky, Snakes on Trains, Planes, and Automobiles. Get it? Snakes on a Plane? Man, August 2006 will fucking rules because of that movie alone.

So, here is the the Great Cosmic Debate.

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WAAAAAAA-HOO! [08 Mar 2006|03:48pm]
[ mood | ecstatic ]
[ music | outkast "hey ya" ]

I got the RA position, and I am assigned to Turner House (the house I wanted to be in)! Josh got a position too, and he's also in Turner House. Kick fuckin ass, ladies and gents. Kick fuckin' ass.

In honor of my success, I give you you the trailer to the A Prairie Home Companion movie. Ignore the fact that Lindsay "suck ass" Lohan is in it and focus on the fact that director Robert Altman (MASH the movie), Garrison Keillerr, and a stellar cast are doing it.

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