New artwork up.
check these links:

version 1: http://images2.deviantart.com/i/2004/01/c/8/Fictional.jpg

version 2: http://images2.deviantart.com/i/2004/01/8/0/Fictional_V2.jpg

all I changed in the second one was color, and some other little things here and there
I'm starting to love photo-manipulation. It takes alot of time and real deliberation to get just the
effect you want. That, and it really tests your Photohop skills.

Currently playing : "Everything Sucks" - Dope

Life points: 8/10

Kyle is right. People suck. Not all people, just the ones i've met i'm sure.

With the exception of kyle, who's itoa of non-suckiness and sync with my brain relieve him of the total suck.

In the words of my favorite song:

I
Broke the silence
I
Rose the volume
Hunted the hunters and nobody cared

I
Lost relation to
Where
I stand
I hope the ceiling is breakable

BAM...I'd like to bash you in your head,
DAMN...I can't make sense of what you said,
MAN...its just the way its always been,
YEA...I guess I'm better off dead, yeah...

Dear God why do you people exist. I just can't take it anymore. You think your authority has any meaning to me? Do I look like I really care? At all? Even the slightest? No. I don't. Here's one for ya...GO AWAY. If you see I'm getting smaller, its because I just detonated a block of C4 under you and you're leaving me at high velocity. I'm sick of you pathetic preachers and hypocritic leaders. Why must you invade my area and tell me what I'm doing wrong? Are you out of your mother fucking mind? Why am I the way I am? Because I feel like it. I do what I do because I just don't really care what you think. I simply do what I please. Whether it offends you or not is your problem.

My freakin goodness I hate my world. Everyone claiming ignorance as a ticket to a happy life. Your love bands, so-called "harcore" punkette music, your WWJD bracelets. Fo Real jigga. Half Dollar and Little Chocolate Candies sure are hard core. Man they're ghetto, they talk about how their always the best and how much money they got and how many girls they have. How about I don't really give a shit. I'm going to wrap that hot topic spiked fake leather belt around your neck like a cilice and drag you across the interstate. Gah. Fine. I'm done now.


What follows is for my ex girlfriend. (thanks Joe)

WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!?!?!

Could you really expect to screw around and not get pregnant? Seriously, I feel left out. I'm the only guy you went out with in the last 3 years who YOU DIDN'T FUCK. Girls are supposed to get pregnant. Its called the Circle of Life. It's how you were fucking designed. If anyone deserves to be smacked with a rotten fish, its you.

Goodbye. Concurrently, I go to be with my nightmares.
(I'm going to sleep)

I dream of powerful handguns and fast cars.
A Desert Eagle, and the Toyota Supra.

Actually, I just woke up from a dream where I killed the entire country of france.
Interpol was coming after me, so I killed them too. Then I stepped on a piece of
glass in the road, and fell and smacked my head on the ground, and I apparantly died,
because then I woke up.

Weird.

Ode to Joe

This is in response to what he wrote to me on his page, www.joeschell.blogspot.com

Again, most overdue.



Joe, is really just Joe. There's nothing I can really say to describe him any other way. He's original and creative and really......weird. I met him at least 3 years ago through a church deal that I can't even remember. I was in a stage of thinking I was ghetto, and he sort of knocked me out of that and into a clear mind. Being an artist, he is the one who originally got me into graphic design, and showed me something I'm really good at, which was something no one else had ever done.

There's times in my friendship with this dude that I've wanted nothing else more than to hit him with a tire iron. Mostly because he's pointed something out to me that I didn't like. He's always there to help me out with something and backing me up on everything I do. We've yelled at each other, bloodied each other up, literally inflicted physical pain and suffering on each other, and afterwards we sit down and I still love him. He's more my family than the family I live with. No joke, he's by far the one best friend I've ever had. We'll grow old and die together I'd bet, but only if I don't kill him first. (or the other way around)

If I could legally drink, I'd raise a toast to you, bro.

I just got my black trench coat. I freakin love it. It comes to damn near an inch above the floor, and its all massive and flows out behind me and everything. The story I tell everyone is that I got it for $20 because I found it ripped at the store, but not everyone knows that I'm the one who ripped it, and did it several days before I bought it. Eh. I still didn't pay much for it, and its a freakin awesome coat. I actually didn't rip it on purpose, but after the dude offered it too me cheap, I figured I was obligated to just take it. So I got my sister to sew it back together and its good as new again.

heh heh heh.

Well, tis the season to be giving.

This is Joe, kyle's right hand, and quite possibly his left foot as well.

I'll be in here on occasion. Note that this post says it was posted by me, not kyle. Check for that from now on.

gah. *cough*

almost done building the template for my website. Nice blue and white colors. Hope fully I can score a domain name for free and cheap hosting and I'll be online in a matter of weeks. Then, instead of coming here, you can actually go to a website and read my inane rantings there.

Cars are hard to fix. Here I'm going to outline the best, and most practical ways to fix various parts of your vehicle.

Problem Number 1: a bent muffler tip. This actually happened to me once, where after an accident both of the muffle tips on my rx7 were bent up into the rear bumper.

Solution:
First, get a cinder block. Wedge it between the ground and the muffler tip. Then take a pool cue and stuff it into the muffler. Be careful not to punch out the baffles in the muffler, but jam it in there pretty good. Then get another of your friends and crank on the end of the pool stick to bend the tip back down. If you're lucky you won't crack the welds on the muffler, because if you do, all your work is shot and you have to go buy a new one.

Problem Number 2: Changing the oil. The quintessential problem of average-Joe wannabe backyard mechanics.

Solution: here is a step by step guide.
1. remove oil pan plug
2. curse loundly as burning oil shoots onto your hands
3. curse louder still as you hit your head on the undercarriage
4. let the oil drain into the yard
5. add 4 quarts of oil to the engine
6. stop adding oil to the radiator and begin to actually fill the oil pan
7. remember oil pan plug from step one
8. go buy more oil, and pick up a six-pack while your at it to "relax after a hard days work"
9. stop adding vegetable based product, and start adding petroleum based products
10. drop a bottle of captain morgan in to "give it some more pep"
11. think about how damn handy you are with tools
12. down a six-pack, light a cigarette
13. scream bloody murder as half your back yard goes up in flames
14. call the fire department, your insurance agency, you lawyer, and assuming you still have a car left, Meineke.

Problem number 3: Changing a flat tire. How do you do this, really?
I liked the format of the last solution better than the first, so here's another step by step.

1. Be sure to pull only half way off the road you are traveling on and then randomly open your door and get out. Regardless of how much traffic is whizzing by you and half the speed of sound, you are completely safe.
2. Come damn close to having a nervous breakdown just trying to find the car jack.
3. Actually have a nervouse breakdown figuring out how to use it.
4. get the spare, and set it off to the side
5. Don't bother looking for the jack points. Those are just suggested areas of placement.
6. Realize that the reason your car isn't elevating is because you just screwed the jack through your floor.
7. pull off the flat tire.
8. run down the hill that which the spare tire rolled
9. Attempt to put the tire on the wheel hub
10. Fail
11. Fail
12. Abort Operation

Call Triple-A.

There you go. The best ways to solve 3 simple car problems. Next week, we look at changing the battery, and installing a new sound system.

why?

why are my emotions in a spiral? I've done so much to try and rid myself of them, and then at the worst time they all come back. Just found out a friend of mine is pregnant. Not by me at any means, but still. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. I don't know what the hell I'm doing with Blair. She's freakin awesome, but I wonder how much my excitement about having a girlfriend again got in the way of my judgement. No matter how hard I try, I guess I can't rid myself of emotion all the time.

I picked up a CD by Dope, called "Felons and Revolutionaries". Great CD, its all about hating the government and guns are cool, and it even has a drawing of an emaciated Uncle Sam with a machine gun on the album liner. Very hard rock, but its almost got a little bit of Rob Zombie-esque techno in some tracks too. Very good stuff.

I'm home from school sick today, and I'm kinda just pissed. Not really at anything in particular, but people in general (expecially one we call "mom") are just angering me today.

I swear to God I'm gonna effing kill that guy. I think I separated my arm again.
I was a guest at this Bai Tai Kung Fu class that my chiropractor is a part of, and the teacher (called "seefoo") was demonstrating this takedown with me, and he pounded my bad arm really bad. So I can feel all this grinding and crap going on now anytime I move my arm, and serving at work today was a God forsaken nightmare. Anytime I had to carry a large tray of food out on the floor, I had to get someone else to carry it cause I thought my arm was gonna fall off.

I figure that my best chance is the maybe a car bomb or a sniper rifle. Either way, man. I swear I'm gonna get this guy.
heh. I can also guarantee I'm gonna be a student in his class within the month.

woah.

just got back from a date with Blair. There
is only one word that comes to mind when
I recall the events of this past day.
That is...

wow.


yup. just wow. I can't wait to spend more time with her.

its been a few days.

I gotta say this. Its been on my mind several days, and now I'm going to actually say it.

I hate muscle cars.

Why is it that people think that their underpowered and overweight firebirds and camaros are fast? Excuse me, I just saw a stock Toyota Supra absolutely blow the doors off a stock Corvette.

oooo....he has mufflers. Which apparantly make his car really fast. I mean, fast like monica lewinsky on her way to the international sausage festival in Prague.
Oh wait. Check that.
The starship Voyager couldn't go that fast.

Anyways, this annoys me. People with Honda Civics and Acura Integras piss me off too. Maybe if they all didn't sound like someone stuffed a bunch of ball bearings in the cylinders I'd be more inclined NOT to throw bricks at the passers by. I'd just as soon put a massive piece of ABS plastic piping on the back of my car as put on one of those ricer exhausts on it. I hear that adding euro clear lenses instantly boosts horsepower, like, by at least 70%.

My kind of car is one that comes standard with a plate full of metal spikes attached to the front, so when I run all the freshmen over in my school parking lot, they stay there for a while and I can look at their wide eyes and open mouths as they realize who it is. Then on the back there's a sign that simply says "I'm winning." Then there's 2 kamas attached to the sides so that if I miss you with the front, they'll still hack you in the trachea and take your piercing-enlarged head off.

At least then I won't have to clean my car that often. You people think that Carmageddon was bad 8 years ago, you haven't even dreamt about the darkest corners of my mind. I turn to one guys who's just as dark and thorougly screwed up as me. That's Joe. Like he said, he's always right beside or behind me, depending on the amount of immediate danger. But he's the guy who plays life like its a game he can never lose. I've resigned to thinking that if something makes sense to him, then it makes sense for me and I'll back him up on it. I can count on him to do the same thing for me.

Had a date with Blair on Saturday.

Unlike Kurt Cobain,
I can remember why the taste
of a kiss will make you smile.

*smiles to himself*

yup. It's all good.

Life points: 8/10

run longer, sleep less.

I feel like that's my creed recently.
I need a good 12 hours or something some night
to recuperate from all this crap I'm trying to do at once.

I got 3 collaborational artworks, 2 design projects, and then
there's the issue of getting all my best works printed for the
Scholastic Regional Art Competition coming up in a few
weeks.

*cough*



Life points: 5/10 and falling.

this is taking

foree....eevvverrrrrrr.
*cough*

man, now I'm getting sick.
I'd be happy to say my girlfriend gave it to me,
but I haven't really been around her. :(

I guess I'll just have to get better.

finally.

I finally got around to coding up a
commenting script for this blog.

Now anyone, anywhere can comment on my random
thoughts and diatribes.

Enjoy it, cause it took me forever.

can't sleep.

man, this chick even invades my dreams

Man, the roads are horrible. There's black ice everywhere, and
I don't wanna die.

There's someone I want to see tomorrow. ;)

Sent Blair flowers on Saturday, to try and cheer her up although
she's been sick the past few days. Apparantly, she really liked it,
which I guess was the point.

My life will be better tomorrow I think. I used to hate school, hated my life.
Even though I still don't know this girl that well, its a reason
to get up in the morning. It makes me get moving and puts a smile on my face.
That's what I'm really thankful about.

Joe is over today.

several inches of fresh snow, freezing slush, and a mazda rx7
do not make a good mixture.

I scored a 32/34 on that test, which was better than most everyone else that used a note card,
though I did not.

where the hell did they come up with the word "blog"?
blog.
It sounds like something you scrape off the parking lot on a hot day.

Big freakin test next period. The note card I was given to use has no notes on it, just random scribbles and a sketch of an eye.

Life points: 7/10 and rising.

I'm currently working on my own website. A personal one, that I
can display my portfolio of digital art and graphical design pieces.

I hate code.

Life points: 7.7/10