my new found love and adoration is.....
slurpees!
omg yes. they are so beautiful and make my throat a wonderful mess of awesome.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I really honestly do not know how I stay up so late. I could be fucking exhausted at 3 in the afternoon, and not know if I will be able to make it to supper time.. and still somehow not be able to fall asleep until about 5 or 6 am.
And with that, I sleep all day.
I can hear a whole stack of you muttering under your breath, "must be nice..."
well i'll tell ya, yeah, it is fucking nice to be able to sleep all fucking day. Mind you, i dont get a thing accomplished. Nothing.
but whatever. i guess complaining about it is not going to change anything.
so lets go jump in bed with lauren and get cozy again.. =D
And with that, I sleep all day.
I can hear a whole stack of you muttering under your breath, "must be nice..."
well i'll tell ya, yeah, it is fucking nice to be able to sleep all fucking day. Mind you, i dont get a thing accomplished. Nothing.
but whatever. i guess complaining about it is not going to change anything.
so lets go jump in bed with lauren and get cozy again.. =D
Sunday, October 25, 2009
my big debut as a Box Office Critic!
I watched "The Jacket" last night. fucking neat concept for a movie.
basically, it's about this guy (Jack Starks played by Adrian Brody) who has amnesia after being shot in the head overseas, while fighting in the war. Hardly survived, was actually given a Time of Death. Back in the good ol' US of A, he gets caught up in a bad situation because he was in the wrong time at the wrong place, which he is apparently really good at doing, and blamed for a cop killing (but he cant remember what happens). The whole ordeal is pinned on Jack and he gets convicted an asylum for the criminally insane.
Its early nineties, and I guess it's experimental treatment or something, but they drug him up in the middle of the night, toss him in this dirty disgusting straightjacket (thus the name), and then he it placed on a tray and slid into a large morgue-like drawer that is probably a morgue.
For hours. Holy fuck. That would freak the fuck out of me. I am so not down with the morgue drawers. No way. Not happening.
Maybe its the silence and solitude and the claustrophobic like conditions, but Jack's brain does some weird shit. Sometimes, he remembers things that happened in the past. But for the most part, he actually goes ahead in to the future.
...then the movie starts from there.
Fast-fucking-moving movie.
The ending had me preparing myself for one of those girly mega-sad moments where I pretend I am not crying...but I really am. And I really easily could have! But I made Lauren tell me what was going to happen, so that I didn't have to go through that ordeal.
(note to readers: CJ is a big-freakin'-suck)
anyways, i wouldnt suggest spending money and renting it.
or spending money on a time travelling machine to go back in time and spending more money on seeing it in theatres...
heck, im a wicked cheap person. but i WOULD suggest downloading it (cheapy-cheap-cheap style) .
but now onto the most important part:
akjg;lakjg;lkajg ;lakjg ak;jdg ;lakdjg....madly in love with miss lauren and her beautiful body and her sexy smokin' hot brain. and how she is the only person in the entire that I ever want to be touching, or touching me. sigh. gag. vomit. o, love.
basically, it's about this guy (Jack Starks played by Adrian Brody) who has amnesia after being shot in the head overseas, while fighting in the war. Hardly survived, was actually given a Time of Death. Back in the good ol' US of A, he gets caught up in a bad situation because he was in the wrong time at the wrong place, which he is apparently really good at doing, and blamed for a cop killing (but he cant remember what happens). The whole ordeal is pinned on Jack and he gets convicted an asylum for the criminally insane.
Its early nineties, and I guess it's experimental treatment or something, but they drug him up in the middle of the night, toss him in this dirty disgusting straightjacket (thus the name), and then he it placed on a tray and slid into a large morgue-like drawer that is probably a morgue.
For hours. Holy fuck. That would freak the fuck out of me. I am so not down with the morgue drawers. No way. Not happening.
Maybe its the silence and solitude and the claustrophobic like conditions, but Jack's brain does some weird shit. Sometimes, he remembers things that happened in the past. But for the most part, he actually goes ahead in to the future.
...then the movie starts from there.
Fast-fucking-moving movie.
The ending had me preparing myself for one of those girly mega-sad moments where I pretend I am not crying...but I really am. And I really easily could have! But I made Lauren tell me what was going to happen, so that I didn't have to go through that ordeal.
(note to readers: CJ is a big-freakin'-suck)
anyways, i wouldnt suggest spending money and renting it.
or spending money on a time travelling machine to go back in time and spending more money on seeing it in theatres...
heck, im a wicked cheap person. but i WOULD suggest downloading it (cheapy-cheap-cheap style) .
but now onto the most important part:
akjg;lakjg;lkajg ;lakjg ak;jdg ;lakdjg....madly in love with miss lauren and her beautiful body and her sexy smokin' hot brain. and how she is the only person in the entire that I ever want to be touching, or touching me. sigh. gag. vomit. o, love.
please wait while your frogger is updated
this pen and paper transaction.. will self distruct.
Kitten liberation for all...!
...good point.I bought this tinier sketchbook years and years ago, for its size convenience. But being as I wasn't used to the new size (more than half as small as a regular sized sketchbook that I've been using). It restricted me, and that is probably something that I should just get over. Either way, I have now finally (years later) come up with a purpose for said-tiny-sketchbook, and it has become a home to a journal/streams-of-thought via writing and ridiculous doodles/neat cutouts.
A few deviations that can be found throughout its pages, is posted above. BUUUUUuuuuTTT (hhehehehehehhe), i am fairly certain that you already figured this out.
o and whats this? cj has a new camera???? prepare yourselves for lots of this sort of shit, bitches.
peace. *gangsign*
Thursday, October 22, 2009
lenard and adeline
it took the smoke of some burning weed, and a trance-like state in which I worked on my art, to have pop into my mind a time when I used to go to my cousins house for birthdays.
my two dearest cousins, on my fathers side, would invite me and my brother over for die-hard ritual of the birthday "party" for family.
Invitation for: 7:00.
arrive. continue with hugs. say hello to the very distant (i guess it was) family (?).
among those very distant family members was two distinct individuals who stick out in my mind. I believe they may have been my uncle's Aunt and Uncle, the sister (or brother) of his dad, and their significant other. One was Lenard, and the other was Adeline. They were about seventy, or had to be nearing the age, if they weren't.
Lenard was a super distinct character. He sat kind of hunched over in a weird fashion, because of some disabling condition he had - i am to assume. When he "walked" (which I only saw him do when he left) it was with a lot of difficulty, but apparently he was something he had become accustomed to. I can't remember a time when it was any other way. Lenard had large circular, very thick glasses. Kind of like Bubbles for Trailer Park Boys, except these ones weren't for comedic value. And he loved Jesus. Well, he never said this, but I bet you your mother that he did, because once in a while he would take out his little pocket bible and glance through it, running his finger down the page for the verse he was looking for. See what I meant about the loving-jesus thing?
Smart man though, this Lenard guy. He always asked me (with a very distinct booming voice) with keen interest every time I arrived how I was doing. And seemed to remember what I had answered to him last family birthday. He asked about my art and i vaguely recall showing him something from my sketchbook once... altho I had carefully selected it amongst the pages. They were a religious sort, and I had half-finished works with the devil puppet-ing a small jesus marionette. Personally, I liked it. Thought it was a riot. But... I respected the man, so I didn't show him that page. He asked too, if I was going to further my education in the field, and whether or not I had a portfolio ready. All sorts of things that adults that you are acquainted that haven't seen you in awhile, would ask.
His wife, Adeline, was very much an Adeline, or a Margaret. She sat smiling away at the birthdays, with silly and very friendly comments. An older woman with floral sort of dresses/clothing on - shoulder pads included. I didnt, and still dont, know much about her. I am pretty sure that she didn't work much or get a high education.
So last night, I thought about what these two must do when they are not attending these two birthday parties a year. I am assuming that Adeline would drive the car, because Lenard just simply couldn't walk so that meant that he probably couldn't drive either. I bet that he spent his days sitting in his living room, bent over slightly like how he would, beside a large window, reading. Probably reading up verses from the bible, when he thought one relevant to a thought he had, or a situation, or a conversation between him and Adeline. Any other time, would read up about current issues and the way it is affecting the world, in books that were probably pretty thick- almost textbook style.
Adeline? I am not quite sure what she would do. I kind of picture her cooking and making food and constantly preparing for supper. I find that a little typical for me to assume.
And in the same sense, I picture her either sitting and bidding her time, watching out the window. Or spending countless hours with the television turned to PBS.
That might be a harsh assumption, but I can't change what I had already been thinking. I wonder if they get bored. They don't work. I don't think they have, ever since I knew them from years and years ago- the beginning of the birthday-party-family-style tradition. But that is them in a nutshell (a la cj memory).
And since i have no nice way or conclusion to that thought/memory/rambling, I'll just end this right here by saying, tip your waitresses. Not all of them, only the dope ones.
my two dearest cousins, on my fathers side, would invite me and my brother over for die-hard ritual of the birthday "party" for family.
Invitation for: 7:00.
arrive. continue with hugs. say hello to the very distant (i guess it was) family (?).
among those very distant family members was two distinct individuals who stick out in my mind. I believe they may have been my uncle's Aunt and Uncle, the sister (or brother) of his dad, and their significant other. One was Lenard, and the other was Adeline. They were about seventy, or had to be nearing the age, if they weren't.
Lenard was a super distinct character. He sat kind of hunched over in a weird fashion, because of some disabling condition he had - i am to assume. When he "walked" (which I only saw him do when he left) it was with a lot of difficulty, but apparently he was something he had become accustomed to. I can't remember a time when it was any other way. Lenard had large circular, very thick glasses. Kind of like Bubbles for Trailer Park Boys, except these ones weren't for comedic value. And he loved Jesus. Well, he never said this, but I bet you your mother that he did, because once in a while he would take out his little pocket bible and glance through it, running his finger down the page for the verse he was looking for. See what I meant about the loving-jesus thing?
Smart man though, this Lenard guy. He always asked me (with a very distinct booming voice) with keen interest every time I arrived how I was doing. And seemed to remember what I had answered to him last family birthday. He asked about my art and i vaguely recall showing him something from my sketchbook once... altho I had carefully selected it amongst the pages. They were a religious sort, and I had half-finished works with the devil puppet-ing a small jesus marionette. Personally, I liked it. Thought it was a riot. But... I respected the man, so I didn't show him that page. He asked too, if I was going to further my education in the field, and whether or not I had a portfolio ready. All sorts of things that adults that you are acquainted that haven't seen you in awhile, would ask.
His wife, Adeline, was very much an Adeline, or a Margaret. She sat smiling away at the birthdays, with silly and very friendly comments. An older woman with floral sort of dresses/clothing on - shoulder pads included. I didnt, and still dont, know much about her. I am pretty sure that she didn't work much or get a high education.
So last night, I thought about what these two must do when they are not attending these two birthday parties a year. I am assuming that Adeline would drive the car, because Lenard just simply couldn't walk so that meant that he probably couldn't drive either. I bet that he spent his days sitting in his living room, bent over slightly like how he would, beside a large window, reading. Probably reading up verses from the bible, when he thought one relevant to a thought he had, or a situation, or a conversation between him and Adeline. Any other time, would read up about current issues and the way it is affecting the world, in books that were probably pretty thick- almost textbook style.
Adeline? I am not quite sure what she would do. I kind of picture her cooking and making food and constantly preparing for supper. I find that a little typical for me to assume.
And in the same sense, I picture her either sitting and bidding her time, watching out the window. Or spending countless hours with the television turned to PBS.
That might be a harsh assumption, but I can't change what I had already been thinking. I wonder if they get bored. They don't work. I don't think they have, ever since I knew them from years and years ago- the beginning of the birthday-party-family-style tradition. But that is them in a nutshell (a la cj memory).
And since i have no nice way or conclusion to that thought/memory/rambling, I'll just end this right here by saying, tip your waitresses. Not all of them, only the dope ones.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Monday, October 05, 2009
so I am fairly certain that my cat (whom i found two days after being an escapee) is preggo.
she still acts like she is in heat right now tho. And after reading a lot of websites, a lot of ignorant answers, and that Yahoo question-answer thing, I found out and decided that, yes, she can still be in heat while preggo.
boo-urns.
I am going to call the humane society today and let them know. She was supposed to get fized nov.3, but hopefully they will bump it ahead now.
But until then, mrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooooow
.,...i have taken up imitating my cat. For all those who wish to remain sane, distance yourself 3.5km from me at all times. thank you and good night
she still acts like she is in heat right now tho. And after reading a lot of websites, a lot of ignorant answers, and that Yahoo question-answer thing, I found out and decided that, yes, she can still be in heat while preggo.
boo-urns.
I am going to call the humane society today and let them know. She was supposed to get fized nov.3, but hopefully they will bump it ahead now.
But until then, mrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooooow
.,...i have taken up imitating my cat. For all those who wish to remain sane, distance yourself 3.5km from me at all times. thank you and good night
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Friday, October 02, 2009
"..you other brothers cant deny..."
.
I dont mean to make it sound like I am some sort of self-righteous asshole, but I miss when people do favors. I do, Go out of my way, that is. Shit like that.
Y'know, forget I made that comment.
I should and don't expect things from other people. Because I do not help people out and then expect anything in return.
That was just my moment's frustration pouring out onto my keyboard and onto your screen.
[October is free-loader month! Freeload all month long to celebrate!]
On a good note: artistic inspiration is back! Somewheree between five days-one week, I couldn't draw. Usually I spend probably ten hours a day (no exaggeration) inside my sketchbook, creating and coloring and the whole ordeal. So a few days (x10) without the comfort of the inside of my sketchbook pages, felt like forever.
[a special thanks to the good people at Weight Watchers, for reasons that don't matter to me!]
I dont mean to make it sound like I am some sort of self-righteous asshole, but I miss when people do favors. I do, Go out of my way, that is. Shit like that.
Y'know, forget I made that comment.
I should and don't expect things from other people. Because I do not help people out and then expect anything in return.
That was just my moment's frustration pouring out onto my keyboard and onto your screen.
[October is free-loader month! Freeload all month long to celebrate!]
On a good note: artistic inspiration is back! Somewheree between five days-one week, I couldn't draw. Usually I spend probably ten hours a day (no exaggeration) inside my sketchbook, creating and coloring and the whole ordeal. So a few days (x10) without the comfort of the inside of my sketchbook pages, felt like forever.
[a special thanks to the good people at Weight Watchers, for reasons that don't matter to me!]
Is it actually October outside? In here, i refuse to let september end. Altho, maybe it IS time that i let it go. Considering it was, as it usually is, a shitty month. Halloween is soon. Costume ideas? Not a clue.
I cant find the cord to charge my mp3player and i am going to shoot a bitch.
Sounds like I am very frustrated today, although that is not the case. I still want that cord, tho.
..found it.
I cant find the cord to charge my mp3player and i am going to shoot a bitch.
Sounds like I am very frustrated today, although that is not the case. I still want that cord, tho.
..found it.