penultimate.

Finally went to see a movie last night. Riding in cars with boys. It was a really good movie for all those who want to know. But it was just so...penny marshall. Cute, funny, sappy. Everything-works-out-in-the-end type of movie. But i definitely enjoyed it.

OOOOH!!! Plus, there was a preview of a movie starring Mandy Moore!!!! I was so excited. I love mandy moore! Despite the fact that she is in the teeny bopper category, she has a beautiful voice. I think people just see her as another britney wannabe, but she is going places...i just know it!

dear god. make me a bird. so i can fly. far far away from net earnings, depreciation, amortization, equity, assets, and so on, and so on.

Finally got my copy of the Jack Johnson cd. I have all the mp3s, but decided that it was time to move on to something more solid, so i committed, and bought the cd. Now he's mine. Muahahaha....
I'm not a cd buying fiend, but boy, would it be great to be one! Buying cds are so addicting. you see one that you like and then you see another. soon you have this stack of cds but you should really just get one, but how do you pick?? HOW???? it just can't be done dammit.

la la la.

damn those computers....DAMN!!!

Ever have one of those days where a million things just go through your head, and you're stuck at the end of the day wondering the complexities of the world? No? Well screw you!
Haha...i'm just kidding...or am i?
Actually a million things go through my head everyday, at any given moment, which may be why i'm slow to respond sometimes. It can get quite tiresome at times, let me tell ya.

Jimmy Eat World is playing with Weezer next month here at the Cox arena. What a cool concert that would be! Except i'm still debating if i should go or not...lack of funds lately is holding me back. Plus Les Miserable is also playing at the civic theatre next week. I've been waiting for this show for the longest time. What to do, what to do...

Went to see JasonandJane tonight at Roma. They are pretty incredible. Makes me want to pick up my guitar and sing.
As for the weekend, it went pretty well-but went by all too quickly. I'm ready for the weekend already, and this one hasn't even completely ended!

I need someone to tell me interesting. A funny story, a scary story, a wierd story, anything! Anything to lure me away from the evil that i call "studying." If you are reading this, email me now, and converse with me through email. Give me your deepest secrets! Share your dirty thoughts. I will be ever so much obliged. Thank you.

My webcam has not been working lately, but as soon as i fix it, i'll get some new pics up.
My self portrait project is finally done, and as cheesy as it is, i'm pretty happy with it.
My hour and a half with the kids on friday was interesting, to say the least.
My computer is almost ready to capture images from my camcorder. Maybe i'll put some short clips up if i can get that to work out.
Thats all for now.

i ain't, go-in nowhere, i ain't, goin nowhere
i can't be stopped now, cause this bad me fo life

i've got hos...i've got hos...in different area codes....

Self portraits- god how i hate them. Why is it that in all my classes, we always have to do self portraits? And it's not just, here, draw a picture of yourself. It's like, how do you want to represent yourself, what do you want to say about yourself, who are you, why are you doing this as your self portrait, what are you trying to say, what is the self, and on and on and on. And you can play some sort of role too, dressing up as someone else can apparently be considered as a self portrait. I'm still confused on that one. Perhaps i'm in the wrong major, or maybe i missed that lecture that day on how self portraits work, but boy am i confused and at a loss for ideas.

PS- Happy October!
With Halloween just around the corner, what kinds of silly costumes will you put on this year?
I have the perfect idea for mine. And i am telling no one!
Muahahaha.......

Just finished typing up my first script ever. It is based on my short story, The Sixteenth Floor. Tomorrow, it will be hacked into bits and pieces by my fellow writers. Oh joy.

Who the heck is Toya?
I guess i'll find out on Friday...

I read a hilarious article in the Guardian today. It is as follows:

Basically
Carrie Elizabeth Sklar


The electricity crisis, the gas shortage and the recent terrorist attacks are all important issues that I would like to discuss in a serious and thought-provoking manner. But first, I want to talk about the season premier of "Friends."

For the record, I would like to state that I do not watch this show because of its pop culture subject matter, or because I like to live vicariously through the relationships of overly skinny people.

When I watch "Friends," I do so for its intellectual and provocative content, such as what it really means to be "on a break." Plus, I think Matthew Perry is kinda cute.

Anyway, as everyone and her mother knows by now, Rachel -- the ditzy blonde who isn't Phoebe -- is officially pregnant and intends to keep the baby.

But Monica, the brunette with obsessive compulsive disorder, raised an interesting question: "How, in this day and age, could a woman possibly get pregnant by accident?" In other words: How could you be such a dumbass?

I have always been a major fan of birth control. Even before I knew how babies were made, I was actively endorsing contraceptives at my parents' dinner parties.

No, I'm serious.

Yes, there was a time when my parents were actually real people who had real friends who liked to eat together. Those days are, of course, long gone; my parents have since transformed into Old People, who are not really members of the human race at all.

I distinctly remember one dinner party my parents had with a young couple whom we shall call "Bob" and "Mary" for the sake of anonymity (their names are really Jake and Susan).

Bob and Mary had recently gotten married and were very much in love, so my parents decided that it would be best to banish me to my bedroom so they would remain that way.

With promises of ice cream in the morning if I stayed out of the living room, I was ushered out of the presence of the two guests. But was I going to stay in my room? Hell no, not a little social butterfly like me.

So after about 10 minutes I flittered (yes, flittered) into the living room and plopped myself right smack-dab in the center of the couch, a spot that coincidentally also happened to be between Bob and Mary.

Now, I think I should take a moment here to talk about my pajamas. I may have the fashion sense of a wombat, but I know my PJs, and when I was 4 years old, I had the coolest ones in the world. They were the kind that has a zipper from your neck to your hips. Of course, the best part was that they came with the feet already attached. You just stepped into them, zipped them up and you were good to go, baby. God, those were cool.

So there I was, sitting next to Bob and Mary (whose names, keep in mind, are really Jake and Susan), with my pajama-covered feet dangling over the side of the couch. It was clear that my neighbors were very uncomfortable in my presence, especially since they were holding liquor.

But Bob, being the good sport that he was (and probably a little tipsy), decided to make the best of the situation and attempted to establish communication.

Our conversation went something like this:

Bob (gripping his wine glass like there was no tomorrow): Um, hello there.

Me (smiling adorably): Hi!

Bob (searching desperately for a conversation topic): So -- those are great pajamas you have there.

Me (so pleased he had noticed!): Yes, I know.

(At this point, I tried not to get too excited, because it was clear that Bob did not own PJs this cool, and it would be rude to flaunt mine in his face. I was a very well-mannered child.)

Me (trying to make Bob feel better about his pajamaless status): But you know, sometimes they aren't that great.

Bob (by now incredibly fascinated with me -- he wanted to adopt me, I could tell): Oh? Why is that? (He smiled at Mary -- what a wonderful father he will make, he is thinking!)

Me (leaning in close and whispering solemnly): Because sometimes, when I zip them up, the zipper gets caught in my vagina, and it really hurts.

Bob was understandably quite taken aback by this information, since he no doubt considered my PJs to be immaculate symbols of perfection.

I'd also like to think that he was rather impressed with the fact that a 4-year-old was able to use the term "vagina" correctly.

Bob stared at Mary in horror, who stared back in equal shock.

Then, quite suddenly, Bob and Mary had to go, due to "prior engagements" they had suddenly remembered.

I don't remember the details, but Bob and Mary never came over to our house for dinner again.

According to the sources of my parents, the couple never had children. For some reason, I think they just felt that they weren't ready for kids.

You see, even at the tender age of 4, I was a walking advertisement for birth control. Had Rachel realized what a tricky thing pajamas can be, I think the plot of "Friends" would have gone a bit differently.

So basically, I tricked you into reading this entire thing with my little introduction about "Friends." Let that be a lesson to you: Never trust a woman who wears pajamas with feet.

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I just found this article hilarious. Perhaps because the writer has my sense of humor. To some people, it can be defined as cheesy, nerdy, cornball-ish, what have you. To me, and the rest of the intellectuals out there, it is sheer brillance. My humor, that is.


Hot damn! Just found out 2 minutes ago that Toya will not be gracing us with her presence on Friday. My plans to find out exactly who she is has been foiled. Utterly and completely.