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Well, and my work.

• I watched Kiki’s Delivery Service for the first time since I was like, 12. It’s a beautiful, cutesy little slice-of-life anime flick, and I forgot how wonderful it was. It filled me with the childhood nostalgia that is usually reserved for watching Toy Story or Dragon Ball Z.
• I watched Summer Wars which is just…gorgeous. If any of you want to buy me a birthday present next January, just get me a DVD or a BluRay version of Summer Wars. I will be ETERNALLY grateful, I swear to you. 
• Jose finally texted me back, and we had a nice little conversation. He takes forever to reply, but whatever. He’s cute. <3 
• Drank Dr. Pepper
• Got some Spanish Work done. ^_^

I’ve been thinking a bit about what I could do to commemorate the special occasion that is my 800th post (I mean, such a large, even number, it deserves something special!) especially since I did nothing for 700, 600, 500, 400, 300, 200, or even 100. Too often was a special blog-number accidentally achieved by reblogging some Buffy/Fire Fly/Mean Girls/Atheist/Nerdy shit.

I thought perhaps I’d do a research paper-esque blog on the science of plastic surgery, like I was planning to a month ago. But then I realized how much research that would require, and nixed it until a later time. Then I considered finally finishing my The Last Airbender review, which has been sitting in my Draft Box for a while now mainly due to my bitter rage over the whole thing.

But really when it gets down to it, the essence of this whole project, beneath the rebloggings, and quotes, and semi witty titles followed by a pretentious one liner…is just me talking about my life or making a statement about society or politics or films or whatever.

To talk about my life for a moment, I’d like to point out that I’ve been trying my hardest to focus on school. The whole college thing looms ever closer on the horizon, and I’m always afraid of not getting in, not being good enough, not knowing, not needing, not wanting. It’s quite an upsetting mindset to constantly be in.

I actually had Friday off today, which gave me some time to work on things. I won’t lie; i spent the vast majority of this day off wrestling (yes, wrestling) with a friend of mine. He’s six feet tall and probably outweighs me a bit. I beat him three times :D At one point he finally succeeded in pinning me down on the floor, face first. I started slamming my feet into his back, at which point he attempted to restrain me, and i used my legs to throw him off of my back. I hurt my ankle but slammed his body into the tile. A double edged sword to be sure. I was impressed with the feat, and consider it a minor crowning moment of awesome. :]

But I did get some legitimate work done on an over-due poster for my Spanish class. It has to do with verb conjugation. It’s still in very rough sketchy mode, and I may ink and color it. That’s bellow.

My friends and I* are depicted above. There are some very obvious errors here, besides my obvious lack of talent. For example, I am way, way too skinny. Secondly, some of the pro[portions are just wrong. Like my acquaintance Tanner’s (furthest right) eyes. This is arguably intentional as I don’t like him and he has a lazy eye IRL.

The concept is this; we are all wearing t-shirts with a different pronombre on them (Yo=I: Tu=You: El, Ella, and Usted=He, She, and You (formal): Ellos, Ellas, and Ustedes=Guys/Mixed, Girls, and They (formal): Nosotros=We), and we are all being stabbed with three spears each. Each spear has a Spanish verbo inscribed on it. “Bailar” (to dance), “Correr” (to run), and “decidir” (to decide). Behind us are three words written in our own blood. The words are the conjugated version of the words on the spear when they come into contact with the pronombre on our shirt.

For example, “Yo bailo,” “Yo corro” and “Yo decido” mean “I dance, I run, and I decide.” Respectively. While “Tu bailas, tu corres, and tu decides” means “You dance, you run, and you decide” Etc, etc.

Showing a blood splatter realistically and recognizably is going to be difficult I expect. But I’m up to the challenge and all that.

I recently wrote a poem called “The Softest of Stones.” I quite like it, especially the last four lines (interestingly the first lines of the poem that I came up with). It really sums up how I feel a lot of the time. Ironically my other common emotional state is the feeling that I’m turning into stone, metaphorically speaking. That I don’t feel like I used to feel. It’s interesting to think about.

I’m thinking about majoring in English and minoring in some sort of psychology or philosophy. I feel like the better you understand humans, the better you can create realistically human characters.

There needs to be a place to buy lube within walking distance of my house. The only place I can go is WalGreens and that’s about an hour from here, on foot. God I hate living out here. I want to be closer to the city. >.<

Reading Lord of the Flies. I quite like it.

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*From left to right; Greg, Maria, Myself, Candace, and Tanner.