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Tuesday. 4.13.10 10:07 am
so i told a friend of mine that i would help her with some poster type motivational thingy she is supposed to do for work... it has to do with integrity. that's all i have to work on. i was thinking a small comic strip showing someone going through lots of turmoil to return an extra dollar he got in change.
...but i have never made a comic strip before. so i'm not sure what to do.
i have no obligation to do it, but it seems like it could be fun.
not like i have anything else to do. not like smudge is going anywhere. i need to work on that, by the way... hmm.
Friday. 4.9.10 8:37 am
new cds i would like to purchase:
envy on the coast
motion city soundtrack
coheed and cambria
new cds i want to spend money on:
someone buy those for me, i'll give you my address. you get to get me a gift, and i get to listen to music and appreciate you. it's win-win.
i had a dream last night that i had to find this crystal in order to activate a weapon that would extinguish these aliens and their ship from our planet. it was interesting. most of my dreams don't have a point, or a general plot. this one, however did. i just told you it. saved the world. yeah.
i've decided TGIF no longer applies when you have to work on saturday. it would still apply if ABC was still airing new episodes of full house and family matters. but they aren't, so it doesn't.
shit, i have work to do.
ronin was an excellent movie. i was very pleased. i think i like deniro more than i let on.
this asshole just got owned by their principal.
that's what you fucking get.
Wednesday. 4.7.10 9:58 am
i come to a realization every tuesday night between the hours of 9pm and 10pm, and my realization is this: my sister tweets entirely too much.
at first i kind of shrugged it off, because people tweet all the time. and not everyone thinks that tweeting twelve time in the span of one hour is a lot. i'm not one of those people. i think it's a bit excessive. that's a tweet every five minutes. come on now.
if it were something useful, then i wouldn't mind so much. but when they look something like this...
9:02 - OMFG #LOST
9:08 - #LOST #LOST #LOSTY-LOST
9:11 - wow, that was amazing! #LOST
9:14 - what the? #LOST
9:14 - but... #LOST
9:15 - i'm watching #LOST just in case you were wondering
9:16 - best show #LOST
...yeah, it gets annoying. maybe i should just stop following my sis on twitter.
the only person i know to tweet more than that is tyler florence, and that is only when he is doing "cooking school" and he tweets out his recipes, step by step, so you can follow along. at least that's for something.
Tuesday. 4.6.10 9:23 am
so, my coughing is dying down, slightly, and i'm ready to get back into singing more songs and playing more ukulele.
...lost my voice a bit though, in the whole war of the pneumonia. so it'll probably be a few more days before i'm back up and running. but it's a start!
i had 46 [email protected]#*(&$ notifications from facebook this morning, all of which were from a photo of fish that i was tagged in. but that's okay. i guess that's where all the 'tangers were talking. i didn't read any of them though. i think i just commented on how many notifications i had.
i just realized i haven't tweeted in a few days. brb.
i'm not sure if mucinex is actually helping me, or if i'm just taking pill after pill because that's what people are telling me to take. my sickness seems to be healing with time on it's own. i wonder how it would've been if i didn't take any of the meds i was given. who knows. i don't want to be sick any longer.
i'm not sure what else to blog about. i'm am le tired, so i think i'll take ze nap. and zen fire ze missiles!!!
Friday. 4.2.10 10:19 am
so i have to work tomorrow. fuck.
i don't enjoy spending 3 or 4 hours of my saturday inside a bank. it's a pain. it also means that i can't do anything in the morning, and i probably won't have the energy to do much in the afternoon.
but, i will carry on.
i was also randomly thinking, what if there was a real formula for ice-nine? we'd all be screwed, i think. let's assume that ice-nine gets dropped into the atlantic ocean.
now, this means that every ocean has turned to ice-nine. the only natural water sources left are ones inside countries that are completely landlocked.
on a humid day, would part of the atmosphere turn to ice-nine?
would there be enough moisture in the ground or air at any given time to kill every living being on the planet?
perhaps, though, if we could find a safe (i use that term loosely) formula for ice-nine, then we could work on the-muffin-man's global warming "problem" by creating isolated man-made basins of ice-nine. perhaps this would cool the planet.
Tuesday. 3.30.10 8:52 am
one of my favorite scenes from How I Met Your Mother is a morning where robin walks into ted's apartment and says "hey" and ted yells "what's so good about it?!"
obviously, it's a play off of "good morning." even though robin clearly didn't say "good morning."
i decided that i don't like the phrase good morning. this may just be because i haven't had a decent morning in the past year or so. my worst mornings have come in the past few weeks. this pneumonia has an ass that won't quit.
my doctor says that the pneumonia is actually pretty much gone from my system now... i told him that i still have a persistent cough, so he prescribed some steroids for me to take to hopefully get rid of it. i need to be rid of this sickness. i've never been this sick in my life. i hate it. HATE IT.
my immune system is emo. it seems to hate my body, and itself. my white blood cells are slashing their own wrists. my lungs are writing lyrics about suicide.
if i made a line break every time i coughed, it would look like this:
to the movies
but i won't do that to you guys. it wouldn't make any sense, unless i was talking to you face to face.
i did go to the movies on sunday to see How To Train Your Dragon in 3D. it was amazazing.
i think that the highlight of the movie was... THE TRAILER FOR THE LAST AIRBENDER BEFORE THE MOVIE.
no, the movie was good though. gerard butler is the man. even animated.
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