Yeah, how 'bout that one?
- Location:desk
- Mood:
calm - Music:the sarah connor chronicles season premiere
P.S. This is on your hands.
I'll never be Hemingway. I'm me.
- Location:desk
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:olympics, beijing
Right.
So the other night I had a dream like that. Only they were not alien bodysnatchers, they were just humanoid robots. And they didn't try to change you, they just killed you if you gave them any reason to believe you were human (emotions, dilating pupils) or at least not TRYING to be a robot. (You have to try or they get offended? In their circuits?)
So anyways, I go through this long dream of pretending to be a robot, being completely emotionless and all, even when my buddies are getting killed. Then, right at the end of my dream, I meet this guy. He is a robot, but he is special in that he has some important job and that he is the only one of them who is programmed to die eventually. I remember him so clearly. He looked, like, 38, and had slightly unkempt brown hair and a purple suit on (velvet?). He told me since he was going to die anyway, he'd rather die now and happy. So he just cracks a smile, a small one. The kind with wrinkles in the corners of the downward cast eyes, hair falling in front of the forehead. He takes a couple of steps away, lifts his arms and head...and is shot by robotic aircraft.
Why are my dreams so allegorical?
A few nights later I dreamt about this guy who read "Jekyll and Hyde", which made him beCOME Jekyll and Hyde (In lovely James Nesbitt format) and thereafter pull "pranks" more heinous than that of your traditional Hyde and the Joker put together. I do not care to elaborate.
Why are my dreams so disturbing?
And yet I still find myself saying that my life is the stuff of nightmares.
- Location:dad's couch sitting next to brit and jemaine
- Mood:
indescribable - Music:love me dead, stuck in my head
Ok ok ok I did this from memory before I realized the whale was facing the wrong way and the text is a bit off, BUT YOU GET THE POINT. maybe. if you've seen it before maybe.
Anyway, us poor folk have to appreciate Ryan North merch in our own way...
- Location:dad's couch
- Mood:artistic
- Music:vidjo games and a commercial about hotwings?
Well, I have officially seen every single Lonelygirl15 and KateModern video and possibly all other related videos.
Well, I am officially pathetic.
Well, I am mourning the death of KateModern.
Well, my eyeballs are about to fall out of their sockets.
Well, it is 12:44 AM and I'm probably not going to bed for a lil while.
Well, I am still talking to friend(s), so I'm not the only one...no I'm not the only one...
- Location:dad's couch
- Mood:nerdy
- Music:dad playing video games...I am genetically doomed to never grow up
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
in a good way
- Location:dad's couch
- Mood:WOOOOOO
- Music:dad singing "you know what i mean" complaining about baseball malarkey, xbox

I have the meanest dad ever. He told me later that he really would be very sad if i died, but i'm not so sure. He was a wee too quick with that comeback...
- Location:futon. it is 3:10 AM and it's my second time posting this
- Mood:
sleepy - Music:house fan

My homely homie homeboys. This sortof stemmed from a conversation I was having on Yahoo Messenger with Doodle, so I've got to throw some credit out to my good friend Michael H.
EDIT July 19, 2008: It has come to my attention (via my math enthusiast little sister) that my math in this comic is wrong. The math. In my COMIC. Is wrong. How did I mess up a simple algebraic equation involving two fictional characters? Hmm? That is just how bad at math I am. It SHOULD read as so: House=Holmes+1 Med License. Apparently my rough draft for this comic was correct, but i failed to refer to it when doing the final...
- Location:desk (the top)
- Mood:
okay - Music:airwick commercial with the british elephant...now "who wears short shorts?"

Also: Right after I made this comic and had shown my sister, a breaking news report came on and it was totally about a factory fire. She was all BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU DRAW ASIA WHY IS YOUR NEXT COMIC ABOUT YOU DYING?!?!?
Today I went on a job interview to be an acting coach for kids! Yay me! I hope I get it!
- Location:Beach Hut Deli Parking Lot
- Mood:
hopeful - Music:people pushin' grocery carts like BUY MY CART MAN!!
Yes!! It was QUITE amazing. The effects were awesome, the visuals beautiful. (I am just so used to writing reviews after every show I see. Call it drama class habits.) Anyway, the guy playing the Phantom...his name escapes me just now, was phantomenomenal. Gerard Butler may be eye candy, but this guy was...wow. What a voice! And much stronger emotion than Butler, though that is partially due to the better choice of dialogue in play rather than the movie. Christine was okay. We didn't get the main girl billed as Christine, but she was still pretty good, though I actually really preferred Emmy Rossum to her. Yeah, I know! The woman playing La Carlotta actually had an amazing voice. I, um, I liked her better than Christine? Well, I'm not going to pick apart every actor (though they were mostly quite good), but...wow. I'm so glad I finally got to see it on stage.
(Have fun, Jenny!!)
P.S. New comics are in the works. Been busy a job huntin'. Um. It is not going very well.
P.S.S. By the way, I talked to Mr. J today (we were at Tani's dance recital, so I randomly went in the drama room, and lo and behold...). "I saw Phantom of the Opera today!" Him: "I hate you." Gotta love that guy.
- Location:family computer by the window?
- Mood:
giddy - Music:The Holiday in the other room...again

Guys: I love jeopardy. I want to be on that show someday. Ever since that day as a six-year old when I got the question right about Dino on the Flinstones. Was his somehow an early symptom of an unhealthy love of being right? Riddle me this!
Also: FLIGHT OF THE CONCORDS! A friend sent me a video of their song "The Issues" months ago, which I thought was hilarious, but forgot about. Until today that is! I, my friends, devoted a good portion of my weekend watching both disks of the show, and refound that video online today, only then realizing why the bit about the sick monkeys had sounded so familiar!
Alright!
- Location:home office
- Mood:
tired - Music:whirr of the computer as it casts its lonely blue light on me

fanditis is a gruesome disease with symptoms such as being a nerd. symptom=cause(1.5)+1
- Location:home office
- Mood:
hopeful - Music:house fan blowing on me all cold like

I have had nothing to eat today except pasta, pb&j, and strawberries. I. Need. A. Job.
- Location:chair by the window, on the desktop
- Mood:
discontent - Music:um...a toothpaste commercial and my sisters yelling

sorry, i couldn't think of anything. o and i guess this is my teenage self meme, at least for now. I, um, I am still technically a teenager? 19? counts, right? so i guess i look pretty much the same. i also liked to wear wacky hats to school. now i wear them, uh, not at school. right now.
In other news, I am going sailing (hopefully) tomorrow! I am going to wear a black coat that flairs so it will look hecka cool in the oceanic winds. I am a 19 year old who still likes to imagine things while everyone else asks why I am not a chit-chattin'. The end.
- Location:dad's couch
- Mood:
must...upload - Music:dad's roommate playing halo 3...BOOM! 5 MINUTES REMAINING

I think I will have to rescan this one and replace it. Uh...yeah. That is all. Oh, and guys: It is so hard to get a job in CA right now!
- Location:small couch
- Mood:
content - Music:slimquick commercial during some movie where this guy is in the wnba
- Location:dad's couch
- Mood:accomplished
- Music:call of duty something or other

- Location:dad's couch
- Mood:
determined - Music:some nicolas cage movie in the other room...it could happen to you?
Wooooo fan(s)!
- Location:dad's house's office
- Mood:
annoyed - Music:with you, in my head
- Location:couch
- Mood:
lethargic - Music:tv

