Thursday.....


ooooo.....thursday.

better than tuesday, no doubt, but thursday still sucks. Its like being caught in a freakin time lapse photograph. Its so close to the weekend, but God feels like taunting you with one more day that you have to live through.


*sigh*

My sister just got a new car. 97 honda civic. My god, has everyone forgotten everything I've taught them? Civics are supposed to be pushed into a quarry, not driven. Yeah a 97. And she didn't pay a dime for it. Here I sit in my problematic rx7 that I paid for every freakin penny.

My mom bought me drugs. o_O I'm gonna sleep like a brick tonight.

just got back from new york city about an hour and a half ago. I think it's probably the best place that I've so far been to for artistic photography. I got some awesome pics from the observation deck of the Empire State Building, can't wait to get those developed.

I hope we don't have school tomorrow. It'll give me time to get over this cold I have brewing in my head.

I NEED NYQUIL!!!!
not this pussy shit Tussin Generic Cough Syrup. It smells like rotting ass and doesn't do a damn thing for me. Maybe a martini would help......

Anyways. I think I'm gonna go eat my mashed potatoes and meatballs. Yup. The same ones I've been heating up in the microwave off and on for the last 45 minutes.


Goodnight, world.

Its done.

http://www.deviantart.com/view/4896045/

go. now.

its 2 a.m. and I'm still up working. Can't believe it. This painting is taking control of me. I will never be rid of it. It looks awesome though.
I'll be done tomorrow, so be patient, damn it.

My sister's birthday is today. Man, the big 17. Actually, its not that big a deal. 18th kicks so much more ass.

Anyways, my digital painting is coming along, with some setbacks (like CRASHING COMPUTERS) but mostly going well. I can't wait till this one is done. I have a feeling its going to be better even than OMNI.

I wonder this. Why do people somehow feel the need to give me advice? Did I ask for advice? Do you even know if I want advice? No on both accounts. If I want someone to tell me what I should be doing, I'll go talk to God. I rarely need other people's input. How are they supposed to tell me what to do when they don't know me? At least make a half decent attempt at trying to get to know me. Although, if people did that, I'd probably see it as a pathetic disillusioned attempt to get inside my head and blow them off anyways.

I find people make the mistake of thinking I want to be friends with them. Thinking that I want to be best friends with everyone I meet or talk to. There they would be wrong. Just because I say hi to you does not make us friends. I don't even want to be friends with everybody. Too many people expecting crap of you.

That's it. That's my rant for today.

wow. its been awhile since I posted up here. not too much has happened. I went to New York with the art department on Friday, to see some art museums. The art sucked, apparantly its really controversial and it depicts something, although I have no idea what it means. What was really uncool was how I got hungry for lunch at around noon and had to pay $2.75 for a freaking muffin and $2.25 for an 8 ounce bottle of sprite. What was kinda cool though was how I got to talking with alot of people I otherwise wouldn't have met. Or even cared to meet. I guess that's the only point of those field trips anyways.


Working on some new artwork. Dance Dance revolution is the greatest game ever.

Thursday. The most pointless day of the week.
Went to Millersville yesterday to hang out with some friends I got up there. Its funny cause when I went up there the first time, I only knew Becca, (who's pretty much my sister) but now I think I am friends with the entire floor of her dorm.

Cool stuff.

The burning fiberglass now feels like it in my eyes, but maybe that's just because I haven't taken my contacts out in 3 days.

I absolutely despise rap music. Even more so when white kids from a townhouse in suburbia think the songs mean something to them. Unfortunately, the entire music industry is saturated by it. Hip hop/R&B is taking over the airwaves. I'll start with 50 cent. (henceforth described as "Half-Dollar", because I just don't like him) An incredibly talented lyricist with absolutely nothing to say. Everything has already been said by countless other people before him, including Ja Rule, Jay-Z, and the ever popular Puff Daddy. (You asked everyone to call you P. Diddy but I just think you're a moron)

Hip-hop/Rap & Bullshit just won't freaking die. Its killing me. I'd like to see Half Dollar get his throat cut by his own CD. Actually, make it a vinyl, it'll hurt more.

just got back not long ago. had an amazing time.
Even though my lungs still feel like they're coated in burning fiberglass, I had
and awesome time. I'm addicted now.

BMX.....guaahhh.....


*cough*

look out philly, here we come.

in about four hours.


damn we leave early...

I found the greatest Flash game ever.

Madness Interactive
http://2flashgames.com/f/f-281.htm
it takes awhile to load, but its well worth it.

I don't ask for much.

I don't even ask you to care.

So why do you?

Here is what I think.

This blog is for me. Not you, your friends, or anyone else. I rant here, I talk, one time I cried while typing it up, but I just say what's on my mind. I appreciate the undoubtedly few that come here often and basically, "read my mnd" so to speak. I do appreciate that some care enough to check back. Leave your feedback, say what you will.

I like big guns, violent video games, and Marilyn Manson. I'll talk to you only under 2 conditions, but with a few exceptions. Either I'm going to benefit from it, or someone I care about is going to benefit from it. I would point out that just because I talk to you does not immediately make us "tight", "cool", or "friends". The exception is if I don't already know you or what you are going to say. I doubt that anything the general populace has to say will affect me in the slightest for more than the next..... say....
30 seconds.

So shut up.

I found out that my dad's lawyer will be filing for divorce first thing tomorrow morning. Its about time. I don't know why, but I feel absolutely no sympathy for my mother or the shafting she's going to get. I feel like I should be thinking to myself that it is going to be hard and its going to suck not having mom around any more, but honestly, I don't. Everyone I know is saying "Oh its going to be so difficult," and all that jazz. Quite actually, this is going to be the best thing that ever happened to me. As bad as that sounds, its true.

Man, am I an ungrateful kid or what.

How about.


"Mom, I don't care. I hate you. Don't speak. As far as I care, don't even exist."


Life should be more like popcorn.

Ah yes. The website.

Hopefully, I'll have scored a domain name by the end of a few weeks time, and I'm alot closer to unveiling my killer website than I was a few weeks ago. I got this cool CSS layout, and a sweet blue color scheme to go with it.
For those that are in the know (Joe and I) I did the whole layout in CSS, which I didn't know could be done when I started, but the I got sick of dealing with all the tables and scrapped it. I have pages for all my images, and a contact page for people to email graphics requests or just to contact me. I need a domain name though. I don't know what my site should be know as on the web.

Any suggestions?

*try*
*try harder*
*retry*
*fail*
*fail*
*fail*
*fail*
*abort*


"This program has performed an illegal operation and must be shut down. You have hereby lost everything."


The story of my life.

Sorry everybody. I had a bad day again.
Work was the usual. I went home feeling like crap.
Mom is being a pain in the ass. I hope this divorce goes quickly so
that I don't have to see her face or hear her voice again.

I'm about ready just up and tell her exactly what I think. That I really don't care how much authority she thinks she has, how much respect she believes she deserves, or any of that crap.


In light of all of this, my faith in the good will of our country is failing. Actually, it has failed.

I just don't care.

Good day today. New Years Eve rocked incredibly.
But I don't think I can post specifics here anymore.

My father found out the address for my journal here. Too bad. This journal was for me to write in and I wasn't supposed to have to care about what I put in it. Maybe its a good thing cause it'll keep me from publicly yelling at people, but still. This is my journal. Not his. I should be able to type whatever I wish within the confines of this little text box and my corner of the internet.

*sigh*