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| Well, in case anyone doesn't know, it's Dina's reception. Tomorrow, Sat Feb 10, 6-8PM, Artana gallery near Coolige Corner. I hear there'll be wine and cheese, and also something about some paintings.
And to yall who are coming, see you there. We'll cheer up the curator if she feels sad again. | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment   |
|  Dear Santa...
Dear Santa,
This year I've been busy!
Last Friday I had a shoot-out with rival gang lords on the 5 near LA (-76 points). In October I ate my brussel sprouts (1 points). In April ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) rxrfrx and I donated clothes to the needy (11 points). Last Saturday I committed genocide... Sorry about that, intravenous (-5000 points). Last Wednesday I pulled zioshech's hair (-5 points).
Overall, I've been naughty (-5069 points). For Christmas I deserve a moldy sandwich!
Sincerely,
donrumata |
Goddam it, shit! At least I could draw stuff with a lump of coal. That's what I get for posting a meme ;) | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Graphite is friendly to the artist and unfriendly to the viewer.
Silver is friendly to the viewer and unfriendly to the artist. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
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Aint writing nothing - here's a visual. Say hello to the Scratch Technique.
Now for the animation confrontation. | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Recieved a message on Thursday, June 10th, at 10:55 AM, confirming a Monday appointment at 10:10. | | comments: 10 comments or Leave a comment |
| Kids are wonderful, sure. But sometimes what they decide to do is bite into your arm and clench their teeth so hard that, even after a straight minute or two of tossing them around, they're still on. All the while with this stupid-ass smile on their face, like they think they're doing something awesome and humorous. Which it is, I suppose, if you don't own the arm. I guess I now own a slightly larger arm now thanks to that.
And it'll be more than a decade before I can peacefully kick his ass for it. | | comments: 10 comments or Leave a comment |
| FireOrFrog: Adventures of Shrek: The Shrek Adventures
FireOrFrog: Shrek 3: The Third Story
PARADEWRECK: Shrek 4: The Movie
FireOrFrog: Shrek 5: We've Made One More
PARADEWRECK: Shrek 6: Return Of Shrek
PARADEWRECK: Shrek 7: Shrek Strikes Back
FireOrFrog: Shrek in the Hood: Check This Shit Out
FireOrFrog: Shrek 7: A New Shrek
PARADEWRECK: Shrek 9: Shrekked In Space
FireOrFrog: Shrek 10: Citizen Shrek
PARADEWRECK: Shrek 11: Comin' Atcha!
PARADEWRECK: Shrek: Pet Detective
FireOrFrog: Shrek: Cable Ogre
PARADEWRECK: The Passion Of The Shrek
FireOrFrog: Braveshrek
PARADEWRECK: Lethal Shrek
PARADEWRECK: Weekend At Shrek's
FireOrFrog: Shrek and Donkey in Las Vegas
PARADEWRECK: The Shrek Diaries
PARADEWRECK: Shrek's List
FireOrFrog: Saving Private Donkey
FireOrFrog: The Green Shrek
FireOrFrog: The Thin Red Shrek
PARADEWRECK: Deep Blue Shrek
PARADEWRECK: Shrekaway
FireOrFrog: Shrek With the Wind
PARADEWRECK: Shrekablanca
FireOrFrog: 12 Angry Ogres
PARADEWRECK: The Shrek Of Oz
FireOrFrog: Gattashrek
FireOrFrog: Shrek Attacks!
FireOrFrog: Monoshreke Hime
FireOrFrog: Princess Monoshreke
FireOrFrog: Spirited a'Shrek
FireOrFrog: Shrekkie's Delivery Service
PARADEWRECK: Indeshrekdence Day
PARADEWRECK: Shreks In Black
FireOrFrog: The Shrek After Tomorrow
FireOrFrog: Pi: Shrek
FireOrFrog: Donnie Donkey | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Apparently I can stay in the studios during the summer, and all I have to do for it is 60 hours of work to improve our studio spaces for next year.
60 hours, the studio manager said. That's basically nothing - the studio is almost like a summer apartment, and has piles of wonderful stuff in it.
She gave me all kinds of opinions about what she wanted to do with the studio, then said "hey" to Dave Schlafman as he came in, and would have gone on talking, but at that point all hell broke loose.
Another Dave Schlafman came in.
A fuse inside my head was instantly blown, and I stared mutely for a minute or so as Steve introduced himself to me in Dave's voice and shook my hand. Then they both disappeared into the girl/boy bathroom.
This gave me a little time to get my shit together, and when they came out I introduced myself like a rational person.
Needless to say, that was the highlight of my day.
Other than that, I spent three hours proofreading an essay for someone. As long as it took, I now know what the Worst Possible Essay looks like, and that's gotta be worth something.
The guard kicked us out and cut short (sort of) the proofreading. He seemed pretty pissed about us being in the studios at 1AM, but I thought - you know - the students' job is to work and know when they are going to get kicked out. And it's the guard's dam job to kick out the students. If nobody tells them to leave until 1, it's the guard's problem aint it. It's not like we were hiding.
Also I look 19, there's a picture of me on someone's lighter (what?), and there's a graduation tomorrow (today) that I have reasons to go to and reasons not to. But, of course, I already know I'll be there.
So I'll just stop thinking and sleep. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Oof.
There is nothing I hate more than my computer going completely berserk on me for a day or so.
I only hope that somewhere among these CDs is all my backed up schoolwork.
Shiznitte. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| A few minutes ago.
I got up out of my bed and sat up for a few minutes, and felt that, as dark as my room is, it's getting to be really really pitch black and I needed to turn on the lights for a few minutes. So I staggered over to the light switch, kind of hazily, and switched it on. The lights almost flickered and remained off. It got darker. I stood there for a few seconds, my heart pounding, and checked if the switch is up.
It was up. I flicked it down and then back up. The lights remained off. I got this quiet kind of noise in my head and it got pitch black in my eyes for a second, like it does sometimes when it's really dark. I went over to the window and pulled the rope - whatever it's called - that raises the shades. It was longer than I thought, and the shades slowly went up. My head began to hum and spin a little, and I pulled the rope harder, walking slightly away from the window in this odd spiral. The shades opened, but the light was somehow opaque and chalky and didn't illuminate anything. The rope got longer.
My head spun more, I tripped over something on the floor, fell, and kicked a large german shepherd that was standing behind me with its mouth open.
"Oh thank God," I thought, "this makes so much more sense now." and woke up.
Then I lay around for a while, got up, turned on the lights - thankfully, they worked - and god knows why, wrote all this. For some reason I'm not tired anymore, and sitting here is kind of boring.
I think I'll go out for a bit.
Or have some of that weird tea Meiling gave me. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| Usually I go to stop&shop to forage, but today the weather was just so perfect that I skipped past the goddam depressing-ass place and bounced over all the way to trader joe's. The food's better there anyway.
As I was looking for something to buy and maybe eat later on I realized that what I really want is located in a russian store about 5 minutes away. Except beer, trader joe's has great beer.
So, I waved goodbye for now to trader joe's, had two sample cups of grape juice (all natural, mind you, no surgery 10 years ago can turn me against actual grapes), and walked out the door when I heard some dude running after me. I stopped, looked around, and he was right there behind me all in my face, being all like, "Hey, man, did you pay for everything" I was all like, "what?" and he was like, "Did you steal something? What's in that pocket?" So I gave him a pretty dirty look and took out my wallet. So he's all like, "Oh."
So then I got pissed and gave him some shit about it, he apologized a bunch of times, and went back into the store. I walked some more, then returned to the store and asked him to point me to the customer that said I was stealing shit. The bastard didn't, but he and his manager were like, some customers are vigilante about it, sorry, blah. Asses.
So I went to the russian store, performed a successful forage operation that involved, among other things, buying a chewing gum named Turbo that has a photograph of a random race car inside it. Real cool. I used to eat those in russia, they were mad expensive, too. Not to mention delicious.
I then went back to the store, and get this, the same dude and the customer (a 6-7 foot woman with bulging biceps) were standing there waiting for me. With assault rifles. Also the manager, wielding two uzis. So now they're shooting at me, and I'm hiding behind a trash can, almost entirely unarmed, only a 6-shooter in each hand.
Well, I'll skip over the boring parts. Dodge here, dodge there, all that. I defeated them, of course, got beer, and went on back to the dorm.
On the way back I met this model I used to draw, Chris, a very good-looking girl, and a great model, mind you. She yelled "Hey Misha!" at me, and I stayed around for a couple of minutes to chat with her. I offered her a warm beer, and she seemed pleased. Even a warm beer was much cooler than the air. She said she'd probably never see me again. I asked how come, and she said, well, the modeling thing is kind of erratic and all, you never know.
She hugged me, I hugged her. Why not, right?
Then we said "keep working hard" to each other and went our own separate ways.
It seemed, though, that had I asked her number and whatnot, she'd give it to me. But - model and all - I didn't.
Then I thought a bunch of more things and wrote them down here, and then I erased them because this is getting kind of long, and they sound better in thought form anyway. Also I have to go.
Tatah. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| Today in the pharmacy I'm standing in line for a new bottle of shampoo. And there are all these little dolls in a cardboard box. Shaped like this suave-looking man. So I pick one up, look it over, and it says LOUDLY:
"LETS JUST CUDDLE TONIGHT."
The lady in the back stared at me. God. Not even at the doll, that bitch. At me.
As did the lady in the front. I smiled like a dumbass, showed them the doll, and put it back inside the box. There were like 100 more of those little vermins in there, too.
Also, now I want one. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Time: | 04:23 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/crappy.gif) nigga out yall. Out of funk. |
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| Drawing. Ugh. It started off nicely and got progressively better as I went along. And right before I left I looked at it, and thought, hey, this isn't half bad. Except not for a whole freaking day's worth of work.
A long day's too. All the little dumb things that happened included, the only real highlight of my day was talking to Saeko for the first time since the time she prepared sushi for me at Sushi Express. "People" really do seem different after they serve you food.
Either way, I'm not satisfied. Not that the results sucked, but you know what they say. If you take an epileptic... volvox... and give it enough time it'll write shakespeare or something.
A mentally stable ape would write brodsky.
Well, whatever. The day's over and I have 3 hours to sleep. And I still have a couple of things to do. Tomorrow better not suck as much as I think it will. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I swear, there is a goddam goblin near me at all times.
And what he does, he pushes me. Or pulls down my pants. Or pokes me in the eyes when I'm off guard.
I'd kick his ass one of these days if only I didn't love him so much.
Maybe I'll get to it sometime. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| As I walked down the hall dragging a trash bag behind me, I heard a door open, and Amanda the RA peeked from her room and offered me a krispy kreme doughnut. Naturally, refusal is not an option when confronted with a krispy kreme doughnut. So, jittery with anticipation, I entered her room.
But nothing is free. Or, at least, krispy kreme doughnuts aren't. Or, at least they weren't in this particular case.
As payment I had to translate what it said on a shirt she bought from some russian lady who was selling USSR paraphernalia. The lady didn't speak any english, so Amanda bought a t-shirt at random.
The things we sometimes buy at random.
This was the awesomest t-shirt I have ever seen.
On it was a picture of Yuriy Gagarin. Above him was his signature. And at the very top it said, "Kosmos budyet sluzhit' lyudyam."
THE COSMOS WILL SERVE THE PEOPLE.
Spectacular.
In the true spirit of mother Russia. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| Today I woke up to the sound of Peter Griffin's voice in my own head. It was 7AM, and he and his fellow student chorus were shouting "Gotta give it up, gotta give up the toad now, ooh ooh ooh!!"
"Oh God," I thought, and decided that perhaps it's best to sleep on it and wake up a few hours later in mental peace and quiet.
A couple of hours later, at 9AM, I woke up, once again, to Peter Griffin, as he informed me that my kids will be born without eyelids, and he didn't sound like he was planning to shut up any time soon either. So I went back to sleep, until I woke up again at 10.
"Or you'll seeee, it hurts to peeeee!"
I went back to sleep, and woke up an hour later. This time it was the end of the song, he was singing "I'm no fool, Lando's cool," and I was pretty sleepy and out of it, so I figured, ah, he got to the end. Thank God.
But no, as soon as he was done he just started singing little fragments, consisting mostly of "Gotta give it up, gotta give up the toad now," and it was already 11AM. I got up feeling pretty demented and, at this point, sort of crazily mind-rocking to the beat.
Interestingly enough, during free drawing that went away. I think it's because one of my favorite models was there today, and the song just doesn't really complement her well - it yielded me to her for a while.
But, of course, as soon as that was over, I put down my drawing pad and charcoal, and my eye pupils contracted back to their normal size, the song was back.
I suppose the point of all this is that, all things considered, there are much worse things to get stuck in your head. Today my whole day was pretty much about not doing toad, and seriously, I'm psyched to take that stand. I'm giving that shit up, and this time I mean it.
Thanks Peter.
Also, I have tested it. The verdict: I do not recommend. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Time: | 01:01 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/hyper.gif) profound |
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| Something that occurred to me a few minutes ago:
As I have realized this morning (advising day), adrenaline beats coffee by a longshot.
Spilling boiling water on my skin causes a prompt adrenaline rush.
Feeling like shit in the morning due to sleep deprivation is much worse than getting a little burned.
At least it seems worse. I'll test this before my next morning class. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
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