I was worried. I hadn't gotten any funny search requests in awhile. But now I'm number one on yahoo for:

Dave grohl is pregnant with girl also love is pregnant with a girl

Uhm... I thought Dave was a boy. That must be interesting

Also, I'm thinking of giving Igraine the url for this page. If I do, she'll be the first person I actually know in real life who'll know about it. The main obstacle to showing it to people is the fact that I use it to complain about them. But I've never really had any reason to complain about her, so that's not a problem. The real question is if I want to show the weird side of me (i.e. hermaphrodite cocker spaniels, armpit pain, and obsessing over whether or not the people at that D&D session like me at all, or even the fact that I play D & D) to be out there in the open. I usually tone that side of me down a bit when i'm actually interacting with people.

The only real reason I started thinking about showing it to her anyway is I said I'd give her the url to the pages where I have pictures and things, but it would be so much easier to give her one central url. And, I'm kind of curious to see what someone who actually knows me would think about this page. Probably that I'm deadly boring.

Oh, and speaking of Wee Pee the Hermaphrodite Cocker Spaniel? This is totally a dog that actually exists. I've made light about it, but I really feel sorry for the dog and am posting a link in the hope that someone will read this site and also feel sorry for Wee Pee (I mean, its not his fault he was born that way and that some bastard decided it would be funny to give him the name Wee Pee) and adopt him (I can't myself because I'm poor and live in a dorm) or bring him to the attention of someone who could.



See? Isn't he cute?

Welp, I had my first El Classo Diablo (169) test last night. (in fact, I should be programming for el classo right now, but yet I blog)

Surprisingly, not too bad. Draining, but I pretty much knew what I was doing except for the reserve function that I forgot to study first. D'oh @ me.

I actually brought some leftover Avanti's food with me. I had dinner with Igraine before the test, and just brought it along with me. I totally wanted to try snacking during the test to mess with people's heads, but I didn't have enough courage.

Igraine and I had fun too. We talked about what we've been doing in class lately, among other things. She thinks I should do my radio ad about Depends (adult diapers). I can't use people my age to voice old people, though. We were thinking about old people I know, and came to the conclusion that I should try and get the prof we had on the trip to do it. That would be SO hilarious, but I bet he'd get all offended if I told him I wanted him to be the spokesperson for my adult diapers ad. Others I am considering: lawyer ad ("did someone allow you to run into the back of their car, and you got injured?? Sue!"), or.... well, actually, that's about all I got.

Lastnight was bad sleep-wise, though. Not only did I stupidly go to bed late because I was looking at this website about pets (more about that when I re-get the url from Talia) but I just couldn't sleep. The armpit pain doesn't bother me much during the day, because it only hurts when I have my arm in a certain position, but my favorite sleeping position kills my armpit, so I'm all tossing and turning and crap because of the stupid armpit pain.

And some random guy called me at 3:00 a.m. because he meant to call someone else. My phone freaks me out when I'm sleepy. It's just so loud and jarring. So yeah.

Man that was a boring post. But I swear, I mean to give a shout out to Wee Pee the hermaphrodite Cocker Spaniel in the next post.

Woo! Manumission has linked to me. I'm always excited when people link to me. It makes me feel like I matter, man.

Where Do All The Porn Stars Go?

I went in to the "file info" for a track I was playing on WinAmp and, for kicks, looked at the "genres" you had to choose from. As well as the "normal" genres, and even some obscure genres that you have no idea what they are (Dark Wave, Black Metal, Chanson), there are some hilarious genres. Here are the genres WinAmp has that make me laugh:

"Booty Bass"
"Christian Gangsta" (And this is in addition to already having a "Christian Rap" category.)
"Polsk Punk" (Did a poor typist mangle "Post Punk," or is this like some sort of weird Polish punk?)
"Porn Groove" (I really really don't want to meet anyone who rips music from porn movies and plays it on the computer. Oh, and the next time I write a fake-band news article, their sound is totally going to be described as, "Porn Groove meets Christian Gangsta")

Now excuse me, I have to go and label every single song I have on my computer as "Porn Groove" or "Christian Gangsta."

The White Men In The Black Suits

Good song. Anyway, I'm posting to say that despite my armpit pain, I am still alive. Apparently it worried some people. I find this touching.

That is all.

I've had this burning pain in my right armpit lately.

I think that means something might be wrong.

Bleh, I'm so depressed. I'm tired of hearing how I'll never get a job. And I hate how they're all, "Well, you can make it in this business if you work hard and take risks!" And I hate how I don't work hard. Or take risks. And mope about it. And whine about it

Anyway, I keep being like, "I'll work harder," but I never do. And then I whine about it. What is my problem?


--Random rant brought to you by: Me

I take exception to the recent ads for the newest episode of Frasier. For those who haven't seen these promos, let me summarize:

Narrator: The Crane family secret REVEALED!!

Daphne (to Frasier): You can't ride a bike??
Frasier (pointing @ Niles): Well he can't either!
Niles: I disgust myself!

Why do I take exception to this? I can't ride a bike. Yes, yes, my secret shame is revealed. I am poorly coordinated, and was scared of getting on a bike when I was a kid. As soon as the training wheels came off, I refused to get back on. After a few years of only half-hearted attempts at trying to learn, I gave up. I'm a givver upper. I still don't know how to ride a bike. So Frasier is really only rubbing in how pathetic I am :P

My mom is a hippie, my dad is a rocker, and my grandpa is old, weird Harold!

My pseudo-birthday has gotten much better. When I got home, my mom and I ended up listening to a whole lot of her and dad's old records, which I always enjoy. The hilarious thing is my mom totally has all this hippie music (but she's republican to the core). Joan Baez, The Mamas and The Papas, Bob Dylan, Peter Paul and Mary. I swear "Blowin' in the Wind" was on at least three records by the people I just mentioned. Hippies just LOVE "Blowin' in the Wind." It's hippie music. My dad, the most mild mannered guy I know, was a rocker. He's got the Steppenwolf and the CCR and the Zager & Evans. I think I inherited a lot of both of their music tastes, it's kind of funny. I'm all about rock, and I also like a lot of the sort of music that hippie music evolved into. I wonder if my parents were young now, if my Dad would be all into Incubus and my mom would be all into Ben Folds. I would laugh.

We also listened to this comedy album of Bill Cosby's, it was hilarious. One of the bits was called, "Old weird Harold," which I found hilarious, because my dad calls my grandpa (named Harold) "old weird harold," and now I know it's because of this album, not just because my grandpa is old and weird.

So I'm the daughter of a hippie and a rocker, and my grandpa's old weird Harold! I love it!

conclusions I have drawn:
1) From Hello Dolly: I must say "fellas" more often
2) From Convoy: I must say 10-100 all the time (CB lingo for "I have to use the bathroom")
3) From Convoy: I must say "Sock it in the pocket!" until people get all mad at me

ACS BROKE MY WILL TO LIVE

I HATE PROGRAMMING. YOU SPEND MORE DAMN TIME DEBUGGING THAN YOU DO THE ACTUAL PROGRAM. AND I SUCK AT IT.

I fucking busted my HUMP writing the bastard program due today. I wrote all the stupid documentation, longer than the actual program. I wrote the whole program. BUT MY DAMN READING FUNCTION HAS AN ENDLESS LOOP I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FIX. I worked, and worked, and worked some more on this program, but the BEST, the VERY BEST I can get on the thing is a D now. It doesn't matter how many hours I spent on this. It doesn't matter how well the rest of it works (though no doubt the rest is pretty crappy, because I can't test it, because I HAVE A DAMN INFINITY LOOP at the beginning of my program). I am SCREWED. SCREWED. And I was finally getting a C in the class. I doubt I'm even passing Hardware and Software concepts. My hard-earned 3.5 GPA will go DOWN THE TOILET after this semester. I worked all day and night of my BIRTHDAY to write half this damn program. And it's ruining today, the day after, my "pseudo-birthday" when my family is going out to dinner with me and I'm opening my gifts. FUCKING PROGRAM. I HATE YOU. And I'm hungry, because my damn colitis makes me spend all my eating time on pooping. DAMN COLITIS. I HATE YOU.

Me Talking About How I Got To Draw A Pimp on the Board In Hardware And Software Concepts Class

or

What I Talk About When I'm Supposed To Be Programming Instead Of Talking

Phoemeister: He was about to draw a guy on the board, because it was illustrating something, and someone's like "give him muscles!" so I was like, "Give him a fedora!" and the prof made me draw him. So I gave him blue shorts and a red fedora and bowtie, and a slick pimp cane
Phoemeister: True story
Phoemeister: That was the best H&S class for some time :P
Phoemeister: Ever, even
Talia: because it involved pimps?
Phoemeister: Of course.

Phoemeister: ah. Well tell me what you'd do about the D & D situation if it was you?

I feel really freaked out about hanging out with strangers. Like, not that they're going to hack me up with an axe or anything, more that feel like I have to constantly try to win their approval. Especially since it's a group that I'm trying to break into. I hate feeling like that

but on the other hand, I have like, no friends. And it's because of stuff like being freaked out by strangers, no doubt. Though one on one strangers are a lot less freaky than a whole group of them
Phoemeister: And, if I decide I don't want to, what's a good way to weasel out of it?
Talia: well I think it IS a good idea that you get out and see new people, but it might be a better idea if you had your car so you don't have to depend on them for when you get to go home... but that involves explaining to your mom...
Talia: and if you decide to not go, tell them the truth, you have absolutely no time
Phoemeister: Yeah, that's annoying. Plus car parking is expensive, and since I wasn't able to reserve at the beginning of the year, I can't for the rest of the year, even if I wanted to

heh, yeah. I actually lied and said I had an 8 o'clock class today just to get them to take me home already. I mean, they were getting around to it sooner or later, but it sort of gave them more urgency. And I really did have a job interview early today, but this gives me an excuse to leave a tiny bit early every time I go, if I keep going

That is a good idea. I'll probably go to one more (since I said I would), plus I'll get to try actually playing, it sounds like. Then I'll make up my mind. I'm just so... undecidey. It's been gnawing at me the whole day while I programmed :P
Phoemeister: The next time is actually the wednesday after next week, because I have a test next wednesday night.
Phoemeister: Oh, and am I illogical or what: I can't tell you how many millions more times nervous I was when I found out I actually knew a couple of the people. Isn't that weird? Shouldn't you be less nervous?
Talia: and an added bonus? gamer men are female desperate hehe
Phoemeister: lol. Actually, at least two of them have girlfriends that were over last night
Talia: naw I'd definitely be more nervous around people I went to school with thatn strangers
Talia: that's 2 out of 4
Phoemeister: phew, I'm not crazy. I mean, I figure if the strangers don't like me, I'm a footnote that they'll never think about again. Whereas the people from the drama class see me as an ass from drama (believe me, I was the worst actor, and had the stupidest roles) and then they see me being an ass again, they're going to be like, "Phoe Lastname is a total ass. I know this from two separate occasions."
Phoemeister: lol
Phoemeister: you won't quit :P
Talia: I'm just picking
Phoemeister: I've actually kind of made aquaintances with this guy from Hardware and Software concepts. It's killing me, though, I can't figure out his name for the life of me
Phoemeister: And I talked to this guy in my Media Writing class. Only it's weird, we sit next to each other like, every day in Media Writing, but the only time he ever talks to me is when we're observing at the TV station for another class
Phoemeister: oh, and I might have made friends with the (only) other girl in my Hardware and Software concepts. Sort of. Maybe aquaintances

For the holy love of pete:

I really AM turning into a programmer. My hand says "overload =, check for NULL" right now.

I am loser²

... the job interview didn't go so well. First of all, I found out it's not the job I wanted anyway. (I applied for several different positions) And on top of that: I SUCK AT INTERVIEWS. Partly because I haven't done any crap ever. If I'd actually had a real job before, when they ask me what my greatest responsibility so far has been, I could say something besides, "Really, a trained monkey could perform the greatest responsibility I've had so far."

And programming.... has not been good. I might have to turn in an incomplete program. I really shouldn't be wasting time posting this, but I gave myself a break because I just can't take it anymore.

And my colitis is pissing me off. It was substantially better after I started these pills, but still pretty inconvenient. So they upped the pills, and now I'm doing worse. You'd think taking 12 pills a day would fix things, but no. No it doesn't. Damn you, colitis! Damn you all!

Well, the D & D guy took me to D & D yesterday. I'm very conflicted about the whole experience.

First of all, they picked me up at 3:30, and I didn't get back until after 12. So... though there were a few breaks and they didn't start immediately and everything, that's 8 and 1/2 hours of D & D. I don't know if I like doing 8 1/2 hours straight of anything.* Plus, I'm having a hugely busy semester. Do I really need to chop out 8 hours a week out of my already hectic schedule? I'm already going to have to spend my whole birthday programming and half my weekend splicing audio tape because of this first session. Also, it was almost 8 1/2 hours on a hard chair. My butt was throbbing, man. Not to mention that I was ravenous, even though they offered me food I would not eat it, because I did not want to be kicked into colitis mode in some stranger's house.

And here's a strange twist--I actually went to high school with almost all of them, though they were a class behind me. The two guys who came to pick me up and I were really surprised to find we went to high school, because we didn't remember each other at all. It was kind of creepy to both be making this claim, but not recognizing each other. But then, weirdly enough, I did recognize (and they recognized me) two of the other guys, from this awful drama class we had together. I totally wanted to bolt the second I saw them. As weird as it is to beg strangers on the internet to be your friends, at least you sort of have a fresh start with them. People that I acted like an ass in front of in high school honestly frighten me. I'm like thinking, "Do they remember me trying to act out Yertle the Turtle? God that was an embarrassing class."

But what was cool is that they were really nice to me. They really made an effort to try and make me fit in a little, and would ask me how I liked it from time to time. I think this was also an effort to get me to talk more, because I was uncharacteristically silent. Basically, partly because I didn't want to embarrass myself, but also because it was hard to come up with things to say. They talked a lot about video games, of which I know nothing. And made all these references to movies that I had about a 50/50 chance of getting. Same with music. And then, even if I did know and like the song, I felt stupid being like, "oh! I love that song!" multiple times. It's like, "Good for you!" And also, though they were pretty funny, and I laughed a lot when I got the jokes, a certain amount of their humor involved verbally abusing each other. Which, I couldn't really join in on, because I don't know these people, and they don't know me.

Anyway, at one point I was all thinking, "I'm never coming back." Because I had a headache, buttache, and I had only been watching so far, which gets pretty old after a few hours. But they kept asking me what I thought, and if I wanted to come back and stuff. And seeing as how I had several hours left to go, I didn't want to make it all awkward for the rest of the time left by being all, "No. I don't like it." Because I couldn't really leave without one of the other people having to leave to drive me back. So I think I'm going to come back at least one more time. And if I still don't think I like it enough to spend 8 hours a week on it, I'm going to somehow find a way to gracefully beg off. If at all possible.

____
* Okay, I used to be able to read that long if I picked up a suspenseful book. I could've possibly done that with a computer game (if my mom had let me) back in the day. But NOTHING else except for sleep can I honestly say I love to do for 81/2 hours in a row.

Well, except for the whole "missing TV lab" thing, I'm feeling kind of cheerful right now. Which is weird, because I shouldn't. I have a paper due tomorrow and a program due on friday. I have to talk to my TV prof to get him to let me make up the class somehow. D & D guy still hasn't called back, and I don't know whether or not to wait or call back again. And the other reasons that I'm usually depressed.

But, on Thursday, I have a job interview! I hope, so hard, that I get it. I'm 21 and I've only worked for like, 4 months in my life. And the majority of that was for a store that I got my job there because NO ONE wanted to work there.

So I'm out to seek my future. In a brand new polyester pantsuit.

Ugh. I am so, so angry. I have the worst alarm clock dyslexia EVER. I'm always screwing it up and being late for something. Or setting it at 7:00 when I don't have to get up until 11:00.

The whole 7/11 deal would be annoying on its own, but the really bad thing is being late. It seems like I'm always screwing myself over somehow, by mis-setting that damn alarm clock.

Well anyway, you can see where this is going: I missed TV production lab today. Which, he's constantly stressing not to miss it. Which, now I not only look incompetant from messing up camera a few days ago, but I look like a jerk. Great.

Here's the real kicker though: I checked my alarm clock when I finally got up, and as far as I can tell, it's set completely correctly. So either it didn't go off, or I slept through it. And the sleeping through it is highly unlikely. So now at least, I can direct my anger at the clock and not me. It still sucks, though.

Well, I called the D & D guy's answering machine and left a supremely dorky message. Now it is time for the waiting game.

And as Homer Simpson says, "The waiting game sucks! Lets play Hungry Hungry Hippos instead!"

I hate how procrastinaty I am. I totally have to call my advisors for appointments, to make sure the system isn't screwing me any more than usual. I totally have to call this lady at the company where my dad works, because I applied for work there, and some lady called me about it on thursday.

I should've called the lady back on thursday.

I should've called the advisor a month ago.

And the procrastinatness is worse on projects I actually have to work at, such as programs. Or even my Telgard character. If I weren't so damn procrastinaty, I'd get all my things done and have gallons of time to goof off after that. But I don't. Even things I have fun doing, like writing fake news articles. I LOVED writing the last one I did. But I tried to write another one yesterday, and I just sat there at my screen for several years. Bleh.

And speaking of phone calls, Kevin found a website of some guy who goes to my school and plays D & D a little while ago. He told me about it, because he knows I've been searching (albeit a bit half-heartedly) for a group to try D & Ding for a few years now. Anyway, I commented, and asked about it, and the website guy totally told me to call him. I'm kind of creeped out to just call some stranger up and then go to his place, but I figure statistically, I'm more likely to be the serial killer than website guy is, since I solicited him, not the other way around. Part of me is tempted to back out and never talk to these people again, but I think, "Holy crap. I have no friends, after being here over 2 and a half years. And it's because I don't take chances. Take a chance, Phoe."

Though, I'm a little worried that they'll think I'm a loser because I was all like, "I've been looking for people to D & D with for awhile" without mentioning that I have only played once, it was online, and it was pretty crappy, because Kevin was the DM, and he sucks. What if I get there, and they are like, "You don't have your own dice???"

These are the things I worry about.

I'm feeling incompetant and thwarted.

I went to this meeting about internships in the Communication department last week, and I was really excited about it. If I got an internship over the summer that counted for credit, I miiiight be able to graduate on time instead of stay here an extra semester. Mucho exciting! The type I would need to get is an on-campus internship, because they require you to know less and you need one before you can get an off-campus one. The guy sounded like it was easy as hell to get an internship on campus (in anything but TV and Radio) as long as you have the required hours and GPA, which I do.

But then I realized, 90% of my hours are from Gen ed courses. I really don't know what the hell I'm doing in the two areas (radio or TV) I would want to intern at. I'm in basic production for both, and we've not gone far in either class. And I feel way behind in radio, because everyone else in my class has actually worked at the radio station before. So at this point, though I am somewhat more interested in radio than TV, I would probably go for a TV internship, where I'm at least on equal footing with the other students in my class. Except I have to ask the professor for my TV class about an internship now if I want one by summer, which I don't want to do, because I shot camera this last week and royally screwed it up, and I'd like a chance to prove that I don't actually suck, I was just inexperienced before then, just so I can be like, "Yeah, I'm worth having as an intern!"

And is completing basic production in radio or TV enough to actually get me an internship, even on campus? Do I have to take advanced prod? And if I do put off an on-campus internship in order to get more experience first, will I have to stay in school even longer than I estimated before this whole internship thing came up so that I can get an off-campus internship, which I NEED if I want one millionth of a snowball's chance in hell of getting a job after I graduate?

And I totally missed the meeting they held early in the semester that you need to go to if you want to work at the radio this semester because it was the same time as the most pointless, boring, stupid, lame, dumbass class ever, Hardware and Software concepts. We're curently multiplying 1's and 0's in the class right now.

....grr

Hmm.... I think I've lost my mojo. My blogging mojo. I never have the time to blog when I think of anything I'd like to blog, and then when I do have the time to blog, I'm too tired and don't blog, or give a crappy shortened version of what I earlier wanted to blog.

Yep.

me: I found this one blog that listed a lot of funny sites like that. I also enjoy www.ihumpthings.com

I feel really juvenile, but pictures of people pretending to hump things really make me laugh
Kin: lol...I can imagine. =P
me: I don't know why. I wish I were a guy now, just so that I could pretend to hump things. I mean, I still could, but people wouldn't know that I'm trying to hump things, because I'm a girl, they'd think I was having a seizure or something and try to help me, and I'd be like, "No, I'm just humping it." and it'd be really embarassing
Kin: LOL...So you wouldn't be really embarassed just gong around humping random things?
me: Well, it depends on who I was humping them in front of. It would be really embarassing in front of the christian high school friends who don't even let me say "ass" around them. But in front of strangers I'll never see again? I'd totally do it
Kin: Ah. You know another thing that really annoys me? People who tell me what to say and what not to say. I can't stand that. You should be like, "Fuck you! I'll say "ass" and hump shit if I damn well want to!" =P

I was depressed. About having no friends. And feeling awkward when talking to strangers. I mean, the best opening line I can come up with when talking to other people involves snot. Depressing.

.....Anyhoos, guess what? Talia's christmas gift for me came in the mail today! (yeah, we're procrastinators) Somehow, I even knew it was there, I had a premenition before I came to the mailbox. Anyway, it made me feel better. I do have friends, even if I never see them outright.

That was going to be a grand eloquent speech but I'm tired :P

Though I should be working on schoolwork, I decided to make a new comic.

Dedicated to Wanda! (because she's probably the only one who will get it)

Well, I'm done with my mock article and my radio assignment. Now all I have to do this weekend is write a program, edit a character, write a scholarship essay, and teach myself everything I was supposed to have learned this semester in Hardware and Software concepts.

Fun.

Is Bling Bling Hyphenated? (a conversation about my fake news article)

me: Right now I'm trying to somehow work the word "bling bling" into the article :P
me: Is bling bling hyphenated?
Sarcasmyst: Hm..
Sarcasmyst: I don't know?
Sarcasmyst: it may be a personal choice.
me: LOL. Yeah. Besides, the old guy who's going to grade it probably doesn't know either :P
Sarcasmyst: *chuckles* If he does, I will admit my undying love of Wesley in my livejournal.
me: LOL.... yeah. D'oh, I wish he was hipper now, just so I could make you confess your dirty secret
me: My friend Talia also has a point:

Me: Is bling bling hyphenated?
Talia: naw the people who usually use bling bling don't understand how to use a hyphen

Sarcasmyst: lol
Sarcasmyst: very good point, yes
me: This is sad. Writing's pretty much come to a standstill, and I'm just asking people if bling bling's hyphenated
me: Everyone keeps saying no, but my heart says, "Yes! Yes! Bling-bling should be hyphenated!"
Sarcasmyst: *laughs* Hyphenate it, what the heck.
me: Thank you
Sarcasmyst: No problem
me: You're an indispensible resource in solving my bling-bling problem
Sarcasmyst: *chuckles* I live to serve.
Sarcasmyst: and fill the universe with bling-bling

Oh, and I cannot program an alarm clock to save my life. Last week, I set it an hour late for TV class? Last night, I set an alarm two hours late for my 169 class today. Which was important, we had a major assignment due. I swear, I even accidently woke up at 6 in the morning and re-checked the alarm to make sure it went off at the proper time, and still, I set my alarm wrong.

This time, however, I had the insanely good luck that one of Cindy Jo's creditors* called me up a half hour before class. I have hated them for so long, but now I am grateful

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* Cindy Jo is the previous occupant of my dorm. And apparently she owes a lot of people a lot of money, because I get calls from people wanting her money all the time. I think they deserve to lose their money, though, if they are a freakin' year behind. Cindy could've moved like 800 more times since then, it's a pretty damn cold trail. And they should leave me the hell alone. Except for when my alarm doesn't go off. Then they SHOULD call me, to make up for their annoying me so much the rest of the time.

UGH. I'm so stressed out. This weekend I have to:

1. Teach myself everything we've learned in Hardware and Software Concepts up until now because there's a test on Tuesday, and I still don't understand any of it
2. Program classes for the next program due in La clase de diablo. AND, I'm behind everyone else already, because one of the three classes is one of the ones we should've done for program one, but that I never got done, because I am stupid
3. Radio Assignment #1. This assignment involves us recording ourselves DJing. It's supposed to be 3 minutes long. I have spent 4 hours altogether recording and re recording, and I still can't get a good take. And I want to kill myself every time I hear the ad in it, that goes, "You bet your sapsucker!' partway through.
4. 2 page long mock news article
5. This isn't school, but dumb Telgard wants me to edit my character again. I want to tell them to shove it up their ass because I'm so busy already, but I really would like to join. Argh.
6. Paper for scholarship entry. Again, not necessary, but the last time I applied for that scholarship (you can do it once per term), I totally got a lot of money and I kind of like money, so I really would like to write it.

Bleeeeh

Do you know that there are at least 3 Weezer tribute albums listed on Amazon.com? I say at least because I wasn't really finding them on purpose. There could be hundreds more out there, for all I know! I find it a bit weird. I like Weezer, but I can't see 3 tribute albums for them. I could barely see that for Nirvana.

Elvis, Elvis I can see that for.

Today has been decent thus far. First, we looked at our completed fake PSA's, and ours turned out pretty good for a "beginner/half-assed fake PSA."

We actually went a little different route than originally:

Me: *sitting around reading a book*
Mullet-Guy: "hey Phoe, what's up?"

*record scratch*

Me: *really freaked out/startled look at mullet* "Uh...not much"
MG: "Well.... uh... I was wondering... if you aren't doing anything friday night, do you want to go out with me?"
Me: *doubles over laughing* "I don't date losers. And I don't even talk to losers with mullets!" *leaves*
MG: Wow, that hurt

*cut to guy in front of a curtain*

guy: Everyone has their own style. You shouldn't ostracize people, because that guy in the mullet could be your kid someday.

*cut to a screen that says: "Mullets: it could be your kid."

I was very happy with how it turned out. I was especially pleased with how I hammed up the "surprised" look.

Also: today was radio production lab. We're still working on the reel to reel machine. It's like, stone-aged, as far as radio is concerned. It's like how the people in my ACS classes keep trying to teach me about punch cards.

Oh, and last night was fun. Wanda hooked me up with this message board for her university, and I left all sorts of weird messages on it. My favorite was this complaint I left about the Hand of Friendship that gives the finger at a certain angle....



On my campus. I was planning to act all surprised when the people responded, "What hand? There's no hand statue on campus..." but I checked the board this morning, and there's these HILARIOUS posts like "maybe it's near the refectory" or "Oh, that statue by the bus station?" "What is that statue doing with his hands?" They're totally convincing themselves they have a hand on campus, it makes me laugh.

And I'm also trying to misuse English slang and insult those filthy americans as much as possible on the board. And I'm telling people I'm from St. Albans, this town around the university. ....I get amusement many ways.

I'm also writing a news story for Media Writing on my hypothetical band, Piggle Sniff. All of our song titles are going to have brackets, like "I love puppies (and kitties too)." And they're all going to be tribute songs. And if you ask Wanda (the drummer in the band) why all of the song titles have brackets, she's going to say "I'll bloody smash YOU in the brackets, you wanker!"

If wanker is allowable in a school paper.

Anyway, I have to go now and program stuff.. BLEH

Inkblot test

Phoe, your unconscious mind is driven most by Imagination

This means you have a deep desire to use innovative ideas to enhance your life and influence the world around you. This drive influences you far more than you may realize on a conscious level.

Your need to be innovative drives how you look at new opportunities and the kinds of experiences in life you choose to have. On an unconscious level, the reason you may be so driven by imagination is your fear of destruction, the opposite of creation. When you are unable to create due to restrictions imposed by your environment or even ones you unwittingly impose on yourself, do you feel trapped or confined? You may find these feelings of unease only get better when you find another outlet for your imagination.

With such a strong creative orientation, you are willing to entertain a broad spectrum of ideas at any given time. The world is a fuller, richer place because you can contribute new ideas to any experience. Your natural curiosity inspires those around you and encourages them to come up with ideas they wouldn't have thought of without your help.

Though your unconscious mind is driven most strongly by Imagination, there is much more to who you are at your core.

I took all of these aiming to get Pippin, but I don't think he's popular enough to be a choice :P


Your ideal husband is Sean Astin! I hereby label
you loyal,
sweet and caring, and a lover of cute goofy guys
who love everybody


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Your soulmate is Legolas! Go you!


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You fancy the hobbits! Doesn't matter which, one,
they're all cute. You pervy little hobbit
fancier, you...;]


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I AM 50-75% ADDICTED TO JESUS!
your addiction to jesus is PURELY sexual. you don't love jesus for his SOUL, you love him for his BODY.




What lame pick up line are you?




What is your best personality trait?

I've had a lot to blog about lately. Such as:

1. Considering going to Wisconsin in order to make fun of a guy with sideburns named "Regis."
2. Working on my first Radio Production Assignment
3. Realizing how smutty one of the songs I was going to use on said assignment was
4. Ryan of Fall, Glimmer, Sparkle, and Fade offering me some radio production resources
5. My mom's eerily morbid attempts to be the first person to tell people bad news
6. How mean my one ACS prof is
7. How stupid my other ACS prof is
8. My birthday is no longer shameful because I share it with a backstreet boy. Kurt Cobain also has my birthday, along with several cool people. Wanda's coolest person is Scott Joplin, which is pretty sad. Talia shares her special day with Dolly Parton and that middle girl from Full House (okay, okay she's got Edgar Allen Poe and Robert E. Lee going on too. And just to put the burn on Wanda, she's got the cool Joplin, Janis). My sister has the same birthday as one of the New Kids On The Block (okay, okay, she's also got Robert DeNiro and Davy Crockett). Sib used to lord it over me that Einstein had the same birthday as her and I only had a Backstreet boy, but she has one of the Hansons, so I would really make fun of her for that if we were still friends. My Dad has the same birthday as Arnold Schwarzenegger, but the best my mom's birthday could muster was Charlie Sheen (which is still light-years cooler than Scott Joplin). Pablo has the same birthday as Jakob Dylan, John Malkovich, and Donny Osmond. Well, two out of three ain't bad.
9. Realizing I keep coming to Hardware and Software concepts late because I thought the class started 15 minutes later than it actually does.

I could go on about each one of these at quite some length (which I did do for the birthday thing, whoops). But to go into detail for all of them? Too much work.

I'll Bring Home the Turkey if You Bring Home the Bacon says:Well, we all have our different thought processess. =P
Feeding line caught tuna to a neutered bodhisattva says:Yea. I'm glad no one can see mine or I'd have been carted off to the looney bin by now
I'll Bring Home the Turkey if You Bring Home the Bacon says:lol...Me too.
Feeding line caught tuna to a neutered bodhisattva says:And they'd be separate looney bins where we could never talk to each other and we'd be sad
I'll Bring Home the Turkey if You Bring Home the Bacon says:We _would_ be sad.
Feeding line caught tuna to a neutered bodhisattva says:awwww *crys about the imagined sadness*
Feeding line caught tuna to a neutered bodhisattva says:I think I'd live life on the run instead. Like, eating grass and shrubs and stuff to survive.
I'll Bring Home the Turkey if You Bring Home the Bacon says:Sounds good to me. I never did much care for padded walls.
Feeding line caught tuna to a neutered bodhisattva says:I wonder what shrubs taste like
I'll Bring Home the Turkey if You Bring Home the Bacon says:Probably...shrubby.
Feeding line caught tuna to a neutered bodhisattva says:lol....

wouldn't it be funny if they tasted like chicken?
I'll Bring Home the Turkey if You Bring Home the Bacon says:LOL...Yes it would.
Feeding line caught tuna to a neutered bodhisattva says:I would totally eat shrubs if they tasted like chicken. I bet shrubbery is a lot cheaper than chicken. Well, if you bought it it would probably be expensive, but if you just snuck into peoples yards and nibbled on their shrubbery I think it would be cheap
I'll Bring Home the Turkey if You Bring Home the Bacon says:I'll bet it would.
I'll Bring Home the Turkey if You Bring Home the Bacon says:Hey, maybe it does and it's just that no one knows because they've never thought to eat shrubbery before.
Feeding line caught tuna to a neutered bodhisattva says:I totally bet it does. You should go out and test our theory right now and come back and tell me how it went. Try to avoid poisonous shrubbery
I'll Bring Home the Turkey if You Bring Home the Bacon says:I don't think there are any shrubs around my house.
Feeding line caught tuna to a neutered bodhisattva says:ah. We have some shrubs but they're dying and buried in snow. Like, we keep putting shrubs in this one place and they keep dying and we keep putting them back. I think somone in our neighborhood's eating them or something ;P
I'll Bring Home the Turkey if You Bring Home the Bacon says:lol...Maybe so,
Feeding line caught tuna to a neutered bodhisattva says:I really think we should just put grass there but my parents just keep buying shrubs
I'll Bring Home the Turkey if You Bring Home the Bacon says:I guess they like shrubs. =P
Feeding line caught tuna to a neutered bodhisattva says:I guess. Maybe _they're_ the ones secretly eating them

You are Ultimate Texan Bush!! You often need to be
reminded that their are other states in the
country besides Texas. Texas likes you because
you side with them on... um... everything.


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