tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31516032011-04-21T18:09:39.655-05:00The Five Foot Wonder, Gazer of Ice - Gaze or Die!There she stood, the Five-Foot-Wonder. She was cold, but that didn't stop her - she was on a mission of great importance. There was ice out there and she had to look at it. No! More than that, she had to GAZE at it. There was not a single slab of ice on the entire planet that she had not set her blue peepers on. Save for this one. It was a life or death situation. Her name was at stake! Gaze! or DIE!!Icegazenoreply@blogger.comBlogger3981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1157373944918665862006-09-04T07:31:00.000-05:002006-09-04T07:45:44.936-05:00I just found out that Steve Irwin has died, and despite the fact that I never met him it actually hurt to find this out. I looked up to him, respected him, and admired his dedication. I couldn't believe it was true, at first. He lived life hard. He was ALIVE, he didn't just live.Yes he did work in a dangerous field, and yes he did push the envelope a little bit, but he loved animals and it Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1141432713791478722006-03-03T18:20:00.000-06:002006-03-03T18:38:33.850-06:00I've finally decided to give up my webcomic account with Keenspace (or as it is now called Comic Genesis). Three years later, I know, but it's time I gave it up. It's unfair to people who want an account AND are up to the challenge.I want to do a webcomic BADLY. It'll be good for not only my creativity, but it's a form of publishing and to have a webcomic will help me get a foot in the door (IIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1137103073706290172006-01-12T15:55:00.000-06:002006-01-12T16:24:50.236-06:00I am sick and I feel like shit.I thought it was something I ate last night - that sausage looked a little pink and raw to be... right... but I figured it would be okay since it was packaged up and the kind you don't cook - the kind you slice and put on crackers.I woke up a whole lot from 7 until when I finally gave in and got up at noon. My stomach hurt and I could only lay down in certain Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1118503592009997282005-06-11T09:09:00.000-05:002005-06-11T10:26:32.106-05:00I've pretty much been inactive when it comes to the internet.I've been checking my mail for a response from Elfquest, been checking deviantART to see if I've gotten any new messages (I haven't looked at the deviations yet, and it's really starting to pile up on me, yeeks) and otherwise I'm not that inclined to do anything else. Glance at something here, look something up there, but otherwise Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1112107952933836182005-03-29T08:34:00.000-06:002005-03-29T08:52:32.946-06:00So I had a freaky dream. I wasn't even in it. Which is probably why it was so freaky.There are three characters that the dream is about - one is an overseer, the other two participants in a game. They're very different and don't really get along and now that they're competing against each other they REALLY don't get along.Of course to add to the realm of freaky dreams it's like a video game Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1110574130199538512005-03-11T14:44:00.000-06:002005-03-11T14:48:50.200-06:00Xander! AUGH! Scouter reminds me of Xander. Granted a more regal Xander, less geeky, less problems with girls, but just the basic make-up. It's very Xander-like that he's got to share his girlfriend with a huge bat-like elf. And that he then goes and recognizes someone else. However, it's very unxander-like that they then create a threesome. But STILL!Yeah, I go now.Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1110005504759008802005-03-05T00:36:00.000-06:002005-03-05T00:51:44.760-06:00You find the weirdest things when you go through old stuff.I WAS looking for a picture I did in high school of Elfquest. I was quite proud of it at the time and I want to compare it to the pictures of EQ I'm doing now. So I went looking through my Box O' Old Stuff. I pulled out a LOT of EQ stuff, but not what I was looking for. Of course.I did find something I don't even remember coming up Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1108616362703143612005-02-16T22:24:00.000-06:002005-02-16T23:08:36.393-06:00It's been a really long while since I posted here. Mostly I've been putting all the new stuff up on my deviantart journal.I'm still doing the Barnes and Nobel thing but every day seems to be one step closer to me finding an art job. Or at least trying out for one. I want to start an online store for me to whore out my ability with regular inventory instead of just commissions which I'm going Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1102010866692544692004-12-02T11:56:00.000-06:002004-12-02T12:07:46.693-06:00So I had this GREAT idea: the tweleve hours of x-mas. I heard a song singing 'on the first day of christmas I gave my loving dad...' and they went through this whole list and it was cute and it made me want to do something simliar.
I have a limited amount of money, but if I do it right, then it'll be funny and affordable.
I seriously want to do it, but my brother thinks they'll get bored with Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1100801099892423842004-11-18T11:28:00.000-06:002004-11-18T12:04:59.893-06:00Well I had a rather nice night last night.
I was talking with Heather during our 'lunch' (dinner) break and I told her about my new battery costing me 800 or so. She asked 'are you paying for labor? Here, let me call my dad and he'll take five minutes to do it for you for free, just buy the battery.'
And that was that. On saturday I'm going to follow her home and get my battery changed... Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1100629905176689452004-11-16T13:15:00.000-06:002004-11-16T12:31:45.176-06:00Apparently because I've been informed that there was voter fraud and I don't like the thought of the president being put into office becuase he pulled strings illegally, I'm supposed to become a political activist and yell at people.
I voted for Bush. Better the evil you know than the evil you don't. I agree that Bush is stupid, he's an ass, and should have been voted out of office, but DUDE Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1099938332348741042004-11-08T11:54:00.000-06:002004-11-08T12:25:32.350-06:00Lately life's been a little busy. Not so much so that I'm going insane, oddly enough, considering earlier I was about to with how much activity was in my life.
I'm working full time now, officially. I get in about 40 hours a week sometimes only 32 depending on who is scheduling people that week. Mainly I get five days.
We had a meeting yesterday morning to warn us about working during the Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1098461218038477612004-10-22T10:21:00.000-05:002004-10-22T11:06:58.036-05:00It's The Thought That Counts
I've been depressed lately. Like first-time-ever depressed since I was sitting pretty when I was in my teens. I just pitied myself a lot. It's what spoiled kids do when they don't get their way.
So, Kuni threw out a few ideas to help, perhaps, cheer me up. I'd missed hanging out with her TWICE when I said I would, so of course she was going to be involved.
The Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1098204923524742472004-10-19T11:24:00.000-05:002004-10-19T11:55:23.526-05:00I blew up yesterday. Officially blew up.
He, of course, walked away in the middle of my sentence twice and yelled at me to "shut the fuck up" becuase he didn't want to listen to anything I had to say. So I spoke to the side of his face as he pointedly ignored me, watching the television instead.
I told him all of his dishes are his responsibility, I'll clean the ones I get dirty. All of his Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1097905198383274922004-10-16T01:19:00.000-05:002004-10-16T00:39:58.383-05:00Neither Dar nor Sculli are allowed to read this becuase Dar's going to roll his eyes and call me melodramatic and Sculli is going to run around like a chicken with her head cut off thinking I hate my life and need psycological help or better yet, need to confide in her what is REALLY wrong becuase, naturally, this is all a cover for a bigger hurt that I'm hiding from everyone.
I need to rant. Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1097463411204055142004-10-10T21:18:00.000-05:002004-10-10T23:42:42.913-05:00Vegas Vacation
Things didn't really sink in until the last moment. I woke up like normal, and even though I packed a suitcase full of stuff I needed it was sort of like rearanging my room or taking out the trash. Something I just did.
I had no real excitement, no expectations. I was going to see Mom and Dad at the airport after we got off the plane and that was the only thing I was looking Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1096778448163643622004-10-02T23:36:00.000-05:002004-10-02T23:40:48.163-05:00*grumble* I can't find my ghost/vampire story and it's annoying the crap out of me. It was only supposed to be a quick click away, but apparently the only version I have on this computer is very outdated. Frustrating.
And I should be in bed becuase I have work early tomorrow. Not 7 early like today, but ealier than 3, that's for sure. Sigh. I want that file.Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1096392248691712392004-09-28T11:48:00.000-05:002004-09-28T12:24:08.693-05:00Gary Dourdan is hot. Plain and simple.
Thanks to my brother watching CSI: all the time on Spike TV, I've gotten mildly hooked by it. I avoided it like the plauge when I first heard about it becuase I figured it was a dead body version of ER. Saw one episode without realizing what the show was until after the fact, but never really followed up on it.
I also got hooked by The Nanny and Cheers.Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1095138819970041312004-09-13T23:57:00.000-05:002004-09-14T00:13:39.970-05:00I'm not doing so good right now. Working was hard because I can't hide what I feel from myself very well. Whenever I had a spare moment to think I came to tears which was bad because I had people to ring up. I never actually cried, but I came close. Damned close.
Bo was really awesome and asked me if I wanted to talk about it. I did while getting dressed for work.
I'm not really sure how Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1094831561397709762004-09-10T09:48:00.000-05:002004-09-10T10:52:41.396-05:00Annnnnd lately I've been too busy to post. Ugh.
Sculli asked me if I wanted her to call after I came home from work last night and I think I said 'no' a little more firmly than I should have. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to her or I'm mad at her or don't want to hang out ever again, it's just that after all the time we've spent together this week I haven't had a spare moment to myself.Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1093789684819858222004-08-29T09:22:00.000-05:002004-08-29T09:28:04.820-05:00Woooooh. Long weekend of doom.
So I worked friday, I got a call from work asking if I could come in because someone called in sick yesterday, and I work today. Last night sleep was not plentiful but I plan on rectifying that as soon as I come home tonight. It could have been worse. I could have had to been at work at 7 instead of 10... 10 is good. 10 is nice. 10 is perfectly okay. Though Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1093323928904350022004-08-23T23:49:00.000-05:002004-08-24T00:05:28.903-05:00Work and more work.
I love work. I really do. I come home with such achey feet the balls of my feet are big throbbing pain bubbles. But I still love the work. There's no part of that job (yet) that I think to myself 'man, I'm going to leave that to someone else because I sure as hell don't want to do that'. Then again, the job is still shiney new.
For those who know me and need to get in Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1093060185717096542004-08-20T21:54:00.000-05:002004-08-20T22:49:45.716-05:00Okay, so today's been a little emotional.
I didn't get to talk to Cees for two days, and this is not normal. He tells me when something's going to keep him from being on the internet so I don't worry. Because so far as I was aware he was supposed to be online I started to worry.
Right as I was getting really paranoid while talking to Sculli he comes online for five seconds to say that his Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1092972780644996272004-08-19T22:19:00.000-05:002004-08-19T22:33:00.643-05:00Augh, this is painful. It's not unbearable, but at the same time it used to be a lot easier.
I really miss Cees. I mean REALLY miss him.
All the times before it was along the lines of 'hey, it'd be cool if he were here now' or just randomly thinking about him and the next time that we'd be together.
Now it's like... I can almost feel him behind me. Like if I turn fast enough he'll be there.Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1092503732975413302004-08-14T12:02:00.000-05:002004-08-14T12:15:32.976-05:00Yayness of the utmost degree.
I have my first job interview tomorrow at 3 at the Barnes and Nobel at Stonebriar mall!
That doesn't garuntee that I have a job so I'm not doing the butt dance, but I'm hopeful. They're at least interested. If I don't mess up and show myself to be a desirable employee, I'll quite possibly be no longer unemployed!! I dislike not doing anything when I know I Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1092411830500677692004-08-13T10:31:00.000-05:002004-08-13T11:02:14.583-05:00You know you are totally bizzare when you are an American who is fluent in ONLY English and yet watches a Japanese soap opera with Chinese subtitles.
And enjoys it.
So, I'm still Miss Popularity. Sindy's calling me every other day to update me, and in the hopes that I'll want to come visit her. I let Marc talk me into going over to Jesse and Auby's place only to spend a good portion of the Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1092239757244977362004-08-11T10:32:00.000-05:002004-08-11T10:55:57.243-05:00It looks like I might have spent about $200 on a dress I'm never going to wear. On the upside, I really like the dress.
I don't know what it is, exactly, but ever since coming home I've been a busy person. I don't mean I'm doing a thousand things, but the phone is ringing so much it's driving my brother insane because almost all of the calls are for me and after I've hung up with one friend, Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1091806234950681832004-08-06T10:08:00.000-05:002004-08-06T10:30:34.950-05:00So while I was still in the Netherlands Cees and I decided on a marriage date. Last winter we talked about wanting to get married in the fall of 2005, and now, officially I guess, it is set at December 9th, 2005. Gives us about a year plus.
However, we need to file for a fiance visa, and this is the part that is going to have us stressed and tied up in knots instead of the actual wedding.
Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1090773005116061072004-07-25T11:19:00.000-05:002004-07-25T11:30:05.116-05:00Well, just got back from seeing Nienke and Kim and Lammert for the last time this summer and it makes me more aware of a) how long I've been here and b) that I only have one more week to spend with Cees.
Kind of depressing, but at least I have this week.
I have seven mosquito bites. Three came from here. Two on my index finger and one of the side of my hand. Four came from Lammerts. One on Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1090619486767447462004-07-23T16:34:00.000-05:002004-07-25T11:18:46.290-05:00Edit: Well I decided that it was INDEED too long, and went back and edited out all the parts that I didn't respond to longer than "No," "Nope," or "Not really." Much more managable and less give-me-a-headachy. And I added bolds and italics. I feel special. It looks purdy.
Mary Sue Test
for Hue and T’Pira.
The Name
+ Is the character's name an unusual spelling of a more common word or nameIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1090576274342015262004-07-23T04:46:00.000-05:002004-07-23T04:51:14.343-05:00I took the Mary Sue test off of Nienke's journal. I took it for Hue and T'Pira. I don't want to post the whole thing because it's so unbelievably long... but lets just say I didn't realize how Sue-ish Hue was until I took this test.
Results:
0-20 points: The Anti-Sue. Your character is the very antithesis of a Mary-Sue. Why are you even taking this test?
21-30 points: The Non-Sue. Your Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1090485372510112212004-07-22T03:29:00.000-05:002004-07-22T03:36:12.510-05:00If you could have anything delivered to your doorstep each morning, what would it be?
I think I’ll have to say a good book. I’m getting tired of sifting through okay and crappy books to find one so just automatically knowing the book I’m going to read – that is delivered to me so I don’t even have to go to the bookstore – is something that is my taste and something I’ll like is something I thinkIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1090322560811463052004-07-20T06:05:00.000-05:002004-07-20T06:22:40.810-05:00Right this very moment in time I wanna go to Lake Louisville in the boat. The urge is very strong. I want the sun shining, the heat constant, and the water - though green and a little scary/mysterious as to what exactly is in the water - cool and refreshing. I wanna eat lunch at the resturaunt that was attached to the boat slip, and I wanna zip around in the jetski and try to knock the Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1090246731589507812004-07-19T09:18:00.000-05:002004-07-19T09:18:51.590-05:00My japanese name is 遠藤 Endoh (distant wisteria) 美晴 Miharu (beautiful clear sky).Take your real japanese name generator! today!Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.
Woot
Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1090236806154894832004-07-19T05:45:00.000-05:002004-07-19T06:33:26.156-05:00Well, back to being bored.
This weekend was fun. Lots of Nienke-fun, and despite the fact that I was ready to go to bed by the time we headed out for Zak (?) and my ears are still ringing from the loud music, club fun as well. That has got to be the largest club known to man. At least, that's the largest one I'm aware of. All of the clubs in Deep Elum (?) aren't near as large or lit up or Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1089732627204668292004-07-13T09:33:00.000-05:002004-07-13T10:30:27.203-05:00Blah. I'm bored.
I had a BLAST this weekend hanging out with Nienke and Kim and Lammert and Maartje. We went to Lammert's and then to the amusement park that's nearby. We went the wrong way becasuse the printout that Kim gave him, the last part was cut off (it was an image) and we ended up pulling off on a dirt road that was on a horse farm. While waiting for Kim to come escort us to the Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1089392635835537112004-07-09T11:56:00.000-05:002004-07-09T12:03:55.836-05:00I wanna beat him blue with a stick.
We were supposed to go to a castle today, but the newspaper said it was going to rain and, sure, there were some clouds, but I like to think I can forcast unpredictable weather pretty well, and said we should go away because it's NOT going to rain!
He got all stern and forbidding, I got all pissed and pouty, we got over it and IT HASN'T RAINED and I want to Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1089116140552057842004-07-06T06:00:00.000-05:002004-07-09T12:04:43.240-05:00Well, I've been in the Netherlands for a while, and I think I shook the jetlag. If tomorrow I wake up at the same time, then I'll know for sure.
It's been rather busy since up until today we've had something on the list to do. On friday we arrived and settled in. I spent the rest of the day trying not to fall asleep because I didn't sleep in the plane and I'm not made to stay up past 24 hoursIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1087926809336213292004-06-22T11:52:00.000-05:002004-06-22T12:53:29.336-05:00I had lots of fun in Iowa. All of my family were saying how cool my stuff is, and how I've grown leaps and bounds from the last time they saw my stuff (two years ago). An uncle and two aunts told me that they like Cees, and my grandmother told him she approves of him so he can continue to date me. He nodded and she laughed, saying it's a good thing he can take being teased.
Uncle Bill decidedIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1086667252689670062004-06-07T22:27:00.000-05:002004-06-07T23:00:52.690-05:00Argh so much crap to do.
So, the whole understanding that tomorrow I have to be on a plane to Philidelphia didn't really hit me until an hour ago. To make things easier I'm trying to cram five days worth of stuff, toiletries, a DVD, a coin collection, some mail and a set of twin sheets into a large carry on and then cram my essentials onto a smaller carry on. By way of essentials I mean Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1086084108291858012004-06-01T04:41:00.000-05:002004-06-01T05:01:48.290-05:00Well this has been one of my more harrowing adventures...
So Sculli calls me around lunch time asking me to help her move out of her apartment. She only took her essentials - mainly the computer - last month, but everything else was left behind, and now everyone needs to be checked out of the apartment by midnight tonight.
So I rallied up Bo and Kuni and headed over there.
We packed up her Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1085324988648931762004-05-23T09:50:00.000-05:002004-05-23T10:09:48.646-05:00So I just got back from dropping Kobi and Mom off at the airport and then crying my eyes out.
I think it was Kobi's removal from that house that helped it to hit home. Kobi's not coming back. Mom and Dad will, but Kobi's now in Phildelphia and the only way for me to see him is if I visit them up there.
I'm in a house where Mom and Dad's stuff are laying around the house. Their bed is still Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1085154079770175642004-05-21T10:04:00.000-05:002004-05-21T10:41:19.770-05:00So yesterday when I went to go buy the Shrek 2 soundtrack (and, Van Helsing because I was there, it was there, might as well) I made the mistake of looking at the RPG computer game section. Since Mom is no longer here, I couldn't interest her in any of the games and therefore have her buy them and play them when she's finished. I'm so glad Mom likes to play computer games *happy squirm*
I haveIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1085034244958176582004-05-20T01:13:00.000-05:002004-05-20T01:24:04.960-05:00Oh... my... god... I LOVE Shrek 2!!
I was laughing my ass off! When Puss in Boots introduced himself to Shrek I got to the point of crying, I was laughing so hard. I'm going to have to watch that again so I can actually SEE that scene instead of hear it. I loved Shrek, now I love Shrek 2 more! It was AWESOME.
I love Puss in Boots and I love the songs and it was really weird to hear a cover Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1084640401273124692004-05-15T10:38:00.000-05:002004-05-15T12:00:01.273-05:00Yesterday at six in the morning my parents left for the airport and began the start of a new part of their lives. I had slept out on one of the couch in the living room on purpose becasue I wanted to know when they were leaving. Mom gave me a little box that had the charm she had shown and told me about about three months ago. We had gone out together to get a sturdy chain to put the charm on Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1084290043256666402004-05-11T09:51:00.000-05:002004-05-11T10:40:43.256-05:00Life is changing. And it's a noticable, daily thing.
Sunday and Monday I spent working on my portfolio and turned it in before the deadline (5 pm monday). On Sunday Mom gave me a garage door opener, and on Monday the shipping people came to take my parents cars away. After returning from dropping off my portfolio at UCD (and carrying a purse seriously for the first time since I no longer haveIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1084150410801886692004-05-09T19:27:00.000-05:002004-05-09T19:53:30.800-05:00And once again blogger changes the post window stuff so I'm all confused... just as soon as I get used to one, they go and change it again...
So! I feel all Madam Handygirl. Bo was trying to fix the Evil Toilet, which we used to share, and I call it Evil because the little chain hook thing kept slipping off of the flush handle and I had to keep slipping it back on. Well, Bo was in there doingIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1083922798544280852004-05-07T04:39:00.000-05:002004-05-07T04:43:12.076-05:00Okay so this is my last post ever as a college student.
Tomorrow will be my last exam ever, and saturday I'm graduating. Monday I'm handing the communication arts department in downtown Dallas my portfolio for a way-too-late-ahahaha-you-can't-get-me assessment. The last time I was assessed I eeked by by the seat of my pants and was on probation for a semester - if I got a C, then I'd have to Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1082986905692262482004-04-26T08:41:00.000-05:002004-04-26T08:44:48.390-05:00I'm feeling a little more than abandoned right about now.
I spent the entire weekend by myself in the apartment alone. Being a pack animal, I was miserable. And when a packmate finally came through the door she locks herself up in her room and only grudgingly acknowledges I exist.
Yeah, fuck you too.
It's getting close to the end of the semester - the end of the year, the end of our college Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1080953111539552632004-04-02T18:45:00.000-06:002004-04-02T18:47:50.530-06:00My Mom just came in here and tried to bribe me. My god, I cannot believe the crap that came out of her mouth.
Mom and Dad don't want Gig. Fine, I know that he's a problem cat because of his dislike of using the litterbox, but I TOLD her at least half a year ago I would take him.
Mom came in to tell me that Dad and her have been talking and they want to talk to the vet and ask them to give GigIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1080920951194917352004-04-02T09:49:00.000-06:002004-04-02T09:51:49.936-06:00You're Riku
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Heeeheeeeheeeeeee. I think it's fitting, considering Cees is Dark *grin* Except Riku doesn't like Dark back... This Riku does!!
I like DNAngel, but I haven't ever really got INTO it. I saw a chapter in a Chinese manga magazine in 99 when it first was out, and eventually found out where it was from. I loved the art, butIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1080665607995058882004-03-30T10:53:00.000-06:002004-03-30T10:56:04.233-06:00Bo and I went to check up on the new manga releases about town; Lone Star comics, Suncoast, Anime Pop, and I'm on a budget. I really should be saving up money instead of spending it. It hasn't gotten to the point where I can't spend a single dime yet, and hopefully with the chore money, what I currently have saved up and the possibility of placing on the top ten of the Tokyopop contest I won't Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1080140677578495002004-03-24T09:04:00.000-06:002004-03-24T09:07:07.733-06:00My school's a little odd - we have essentially two parts to the art department. There's the one located here, in Commerce, then there's the one located in downtown Dallas. Things practically function so different we might as well be at two seperate schools. In Commerce there's the art department gallery which will sometimes showcase students work, if judged to be good enough, but no one from Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1079457549581994122004-03-16T11:19:00.000-06:002004-03-16T11:21:31.640-06:00Well my spring break is proving to me a little more active than I had expected it to be.
So monday was the due date of the Tokyopop submission. I sent it express mail though chances are it's going to take longer than the two days it SAYS it will take becasue I've mailed things to the Netherlands express mail and it takes about a week. In defense, that's an ocean to span, but eh. I've lost Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1078414461956993502004-03-04T09:34:00.000-06:002004-03-04T09:36:31.750-06:00Went to the DSVC last night, and I've got mixed feelings about it. I went in expecting to be bored out of my mind because Gary Baseman was speaking and though he's probably only one guy that I knew of before hearing him speak, my knowledge was that of 'ugh, I don't like your style, I don't get why you're so popular.'
Going in I very much disliked his style.
Going out I liked his personality, Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1078244311092588682004-03-02T10:18:00.000-06:002004-03-02T10:20:39.186-06:00When I went home last night to pick up a few things (which in the end, was only my crayons so I can submit an entry for this month's MGC) and found a few things on my bed as well. First a letter in red pen written by me to... I'm guessing my mother becasue in the end I ask if I'm grounded. It was the most rambling and incoherent letter... I can't believe I used to be MORE rambling than I am nowIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1077853989673227472004-02-26T21:53:00.000-06:002004-02-26T21:55:12.733-06:00Sweet. Things are looking up for now. My friday class was canceled, which is a sure fire way to give me a happy, and Fidgit is eating.
At first I thought it was because he could rip and rend and tear the flakes apart as opposed to the pellets, but Kuni said he'd eaten a pellet when she dropped one on his side, so I think he's given up his grudge for now.
I don't think he was sick - I only Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1077564256470315452004-02-23T13:24:00.000-06:002004-02-23T13:26:16.653-06:00Bored.
Heart of Crystal
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When did you first discover Harry Potter?: When it started get public notice. I wasn’t all that interested because I’d stopped reading Young Reader for more than a few years, though every now and again I go back to see what’s new and possibly interesting. But then a friend of mine really gave it a rave Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1077550485299840412004-02-23T09:34:00.000-06:002004-02-23T09:36:45.076-06:00So I’ve decided to name my irritating fish either Fidgit or Fussbudget. Or High Strung Irritating Thing or Hsit for short. Or, maybe Sith… He’s blood thirsty enough…
We went home for the weekend because Sculli wanted to get together, but the fact that my car needed an oil change cinched the plans. But we didn’t stay home for more than 24 hours because while my fish is determined to starve Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1077115602578805712004-02-18T08:46:00.000-06:002004-02-23T09:37:00.950-06:00Well, it's been a few days of Fish Ownership and I'm irritated as hell.
This fish is a stubborn, grudge-keeping, hateful fish!!
So it decides that it was traumatized by the move from old tank to new tank. Fine. That's normal, I hear. So, he's just high strung. Along the way I decide to try to scoop out the food bits gunking up the (note: SMALL) tank and he's not happy with this. So I leaveIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1076818850230540172004-02-14T22:20:00.000-06:002004-02-14T22:22:41.746-06:00Well Kuni and I are now proud new owners of a couple of beta fish. The Wal-Mart that we go to always has beta fish to buy, but it was the knowledge that Frumi, Sculli's beta recently passed that had us seriously contemplating getting one of our own.
At the moment they are simply refered to as 'mine' or 'yours' but eventually we'll come up with names that we feel fit. It's too soon to figure Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1076344450729601882004-02-09T10:34:00.000-06:002004-02-09T10:38:55.890-06:00First bike: It was a red and white bike with training wheels. Then the training wheels came off. It had neon streamers out of the handle-bars and it was eventually replaced by a mountain bike-ish one whose colors I can’t remember.
First best friend(s): Oh, grr, I can’t remember her name. Adrian. Abbey. A-something. We promised to be best friends for ever and ever, but we were young and lostIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1075438613109181822004-01-29T22:56:00.000-06:002004-01-29T22:58:28.030-06:00Oh, and I don't know why it bothers me, but I've been banned from Becky's live journal.
It shouldn't bother me because I posted before I read her 'no more fighting or you'll be banned' post. And I don't frequent her journal so there's nothing else I have to say that can't wait three days.
Believe you me, I'm going to be appologizing. I had asked Sculli to tell her to delete it when I postedIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1075437636817804242004-01-29T22:40:00.000-06:002004-01-29T22:42:11.950-06:00It's been a long time since I've pretty much done anything. Drawing-wise.
I've got a couple of excuses, one being the fact that warped-reality seems to have fully and permanently (so far as I'm aware, though I haven't asked Aaron) died. It's probably been about two months since my site has worked so I think I can assume it's not going to start working again tomorrow. Though, then again, who Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1074647568964517672004-01-20T19:12:00.000-06:002004-01-20T19:14:15.390-06:00A lot of my life is on hold lately. It seems like every time I try to make plans for something, try to make something concrete, it slips right under my feet and I'm left waiting, again.
Kay, so my father's got his business stuff going on. We don't know if Mom and Dad are going to move becuase of it, and the people who are making the descisions keep putting it off. So, I don't know if tomorrowIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1074536477170977542004-01-19T12:21:00.000-06:002004-01-19T12:22:42.200-06:00Okay, rar I'm pissed.
It will cost me $1,452.10 flying American Airlines to visit the Netherlands from July 1st to August 1st.
Aparently I didn't tell my father that it HAD to be through British Airways. So, he did it through his favorite airline. Which is highly irritating because Justice is going through British Airways and there's no way we can sit together if we're ON TWO FUCKING Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1073866334864016532004-01-11T18:12:00.000-06:002004-01-11T18:13:32.390-06:00And now he's on a plane flying over some state on his way home. He told me not to cry this time, and I didn't. Not much anyway. I've managed to stiffle a few crying fits by cutting them off before they really even started and so far it's working. This time saying goodbye wasn't like sawing off one of my limbs. It was more like dislocation. They distracted me in the car by talking and so I Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1073839185774645812004-01-11T10:39:00.000-06:002004-01-11T10:41:02.763-06:00Back from skiing and true to my record - I am sick. Yep. Sniffling, sneezing, plugged ears, and cough-causing snotty lungs. Whee.
First day was travel/collect stuff/settle day. Second day we took snowboarding lessons. The instructor fluffed my ego several times saying I was doing well, and that I got it. At the end he told me to keep doing what I was doing, and that my brother and Justice Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1073153229824552312004-01-03T12:07:00.000-06:002004-01-03T12:08:19.200-06:00Went to see Peter Pan the other day, and was surprised at how accurate to the book it was. Perhaps it was the influence of the movies out there recently based on books that ARE close to the text. Granted, there were a few new characters, namely the Aunt Darling (I don't know whose sister she was, either Father's or Mother's, though) and that stupid peg leg parrot.
I was completely surprised toIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1072839940347584992003-12-30T21:05:00.000-06:002003-12-30T21:06:46.200-06:00Never ever, and I do mean ever play a board game that a Slytherin boasts of being good at. Espeically if you're a Gryffindor.Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1072162155429393722003-12-23T00:49:00.000-06:002003-12-23T00:50:12.920-06:00Wheee, lookit me the Queen of Spontaneous Decisions.
I'm now sitting in my new room - what used to be known as the study while my Mom is upstairs reading in what used to be the guest bedroom and is now the study, and my old stuff is still hanging out in what is now the guest bedroom. A game of musical rooms and we all end up with something we want, and new walls to stare at.
I've now got a Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1071945188283719412003-12-20T12:33:00.000-06:002003-12-20T12:34:03.686-06:00I.... I got As and Bs... omg... That is so AWESOME!!!! YAYNESS!!! ALL OF THAT STUPID ASS STRESS!!! ALL OF THOSE TIMES I DENIED MYSELF ONLINE TIME!!!! All of it is WORTH it because academic probation AAHAHAHHAHA FUCK YOU!!!
Sweet... This is so sweet. Aaaaahhhhh the sweet taste of victory. I won't have to take an extra semester of college making up for classes I have to take over, my GPA is Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1070930913015883712003-12-08T18:48:00.000-06:002003-12-08T18:49:16.590-06:00I'm... I don't know what I'm feeling right now.
I used to be giddy and excited, hyper with the freedom that came with the realization. Now I'm kinda shocked and stunned thinking about what exactly this all means.
Mom and I were talking on the phone and the subject about college came up. I've been pondering on post-graduate schooling this semester a lot becuase the end of my pre-graduate days Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1070898381824576782003-12-08T09:46:00.000-06:002003-12-08T09:47:05.060-06:00First exam and I got an A. Grudgingly. Mr. Davis was complaining that everything I had to show him wasn't done. I'm expedient, I'm fast, I think things through, know what I want and get it down. But after that I just stop and he was frustrated about that. But still gave me an A. He said he was tempted to give me a B as a kind-of-warning, a kick in the pants about finishing my peices, but Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1070251977288039452003-11-30T22:12:00.000-06:002003-11-30T22:13:33.466-06:00This is it. This is dead week. The week of the dead. The week you put your nose to the grindstone and don't let up because if you do you're so screwed you wish you were dead. Fuck sleep, fuck a personal life, it's just you and school and getting as high a grade as you can last minute.
Visited my gramma in Arizona and... argh. I wanted to kick my Dad in the ass a thousand times. I did say Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1069768519150011382003-11-25T07:55:00.000-06:002003-11-25T07:55:49.170-06:00Happy birthday to meeeee, happy birthday to meeeee, happy birthday dear meeeee, happy birthday to meeeeee.
By far this will be the busiest birthday I've had so far, what with the fact that I have two classes, homework. However, wednesday I don't have to be in my 8am class so I'm not going to be. I'll just start my thanksgiving break early. Doesn't say hopeful things about my painting stuffs, Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1069605135734742372003-11-23T10:32:00.000-06:002003-11-23T10:32:44.293-06:00There goes another monitor.
Yes, I have caused the irreparable death of another monitor.
Went home to retrieve the monitor that goes to the computer I use when I'm home in the guest bedroom. Mom offered to let me have the newer monitor that they'll buy since I've taken a monitor from a computer in use, not a spare one. But I think that if I take the new monitor, I'll still kill it just as Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1069103490549063012003-11-17T15:11:00.000-06:002003-11-17T15:14:45.590-06:00Whoops. Wrong name
Your Years at Hogwarts by nevermindlessName: The Sorting Hat places you in: Gryffindor (Red and Gold)Subject you are naturally best at: HerbologyYour favorite book: One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by: Phyllida Spore Pet you bring to school: Giant Eagle OwlYou are most known for: Your pet.Created with quill18's MemeGen!
THERE
Still Gryffindor, though. Herbologyyyyyyy Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1069093097288305852003-11-17T12:18:00.000-06:002003-11-17T12:18:40.153-06:00Your Years at Hogwarts by nevermindlessName: The Sorting Hat places you in: Gryffindor (Red and Gold)Subject you are naturally best at: TransfigurationYour favorite book: Gilderoy Lockhart`s Guide to Household Pests by Gilderoy LockhartPet you bring to school: Magellan Horned OwlYou are most known for: Actually getting Prof. Binn's to remember your name.Created with quill18's MemeGen!
Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1068663986162157712003-11-12T13:06:00.000-06:002003-11-12T13:06:56.116-06:00Went home last night to pick up clothes and newspapers and saw piccies of Mom's mini. It came into the dealer yesterday, but they have to add the package that Mom'd ordered so she's not going to get it until next wednesday. *giddy*
Also on the table were old pictures of family. Dad asked Mom to make a family tree book for my aunt and uncle for christmas and she was going to add photos as wellIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1067796229370834692003-11-02T12:03:00.000-06:002003-11-02T12:03:48.270-06:00This weekend Kuni and I went home. The next time this'll happen is Thanksgiving and X-mas... ugh, I'm really hating this semester.
And all I can say is I've had less sleep than I would have had if we had stayed up in Commerce. I had more fun that I've had in a long time, but sleep's been an issue.
Thursday night slept in my own bed for the first time in a month. Had to clear off all the junkIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1067435497623974952003-10-29T07:51:00.000-06:002003-10-29T07:51:36.390-06:00Went to the bookstore last night and bought a deck of cards to replace the Celtic Dragon Tarot that I got a while back. I don't like it because the author/artist/person who brought about the making of the deck has something against the traditional tarot and so you can't deal the deck upside down and instead of the death and devil cards there is chains and something equally not-as-distressing in Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1066964413638739182003-10-23T22:00:00.000-05:002003-10-23T22:00:13.763-05:00Busy day today.
Realized that today we were supposed to meet at the Fort Worth Modern Art Museum about an hour and a half before we were supposed to be there - it takes two hours to get from Commerce to Fort Worth. Needless to say I was very irritated with Kuni for saying it like "DUH! Didn't you know??" yet not come in and tell me we needed to leave. I swear, once again I'm the fucking alarmIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1066844278214093782003-10-22T12:37:00.000-05:002003-10-22T12:40:25.356-05:00I was reminded once again in class today that Airbrush is being offered next semester which means that all of the classes I need to take are being offered next semester which is BEYOND awesome.
I signed up on the list by the office and then rushed back to my room to register online because a classmate told me would could ('we' being seniors).
However, instead of getting the 'add/drop classes' Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1066582589067068432003-10-19T11:56:00.000-05:002003-10-19T11:56:28.443-05:00THE STENCH!!! GODS! THE STENCH!!! It could fell an elephant!
I've vacuumed up baking soda, I've sprayed Lysol, I've opened the doors, I've opened the windows, I've turned on the air conditioning and STILL my room is permeated with the evil stench of vacuumed cricket carcases. The vacuum whistles and I think it's going to catch on fire if I use it one more time.
And there are STILL six cricketIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1066406308179514342003-10-17T10:58:00.000-05:002003-10-17T10:58:28.333-05:00I was searching my computer out of boredum and came across this, which I’m unsure if I’ve posted before. If yes, well it’s still worth reading again because of how funny it is. At least the memory of it still makes me smile.
4/28/03
In class today, Mr. Davis was more than a little funny and very passionate about his discussions. He was lecturing on drawing stuff per usual, but to keep the Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1065970169614481672003-10-12T09:49:00.000-05:002003-10-12T09:49:29.080-05:00Okay there we go. All rested and ready to do homework *groan*
The intention this weekend was to stay in Commerce and get some work done. However, my car needed an oil change, I needed to gather things to help myself with the paintings that have changed since last week, and it's Sculli's b-day today so she wanted to celebrate yesterday (sorta). And also since I was in town, Mom and I decided Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1065945572302491072003-10-12T02:59:00.000-05:002003-10-12T03:00:38.963-05:00Want to post this weekend - mainly the tail end of it because of how much fun it was (though we were more semi-spectators) - but it's really late and I almost fell asleep at the wheel several times on the drive back to Commerce, sooooo, I'll just write it up after I wake from my nice long sleep-sized nap. Mmmmm naaaaap.
P.S. HAPPY B-DAY SCULLI!!! I WUV U LOTS!Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1065631002447531082003-10-08T11:36:00.000-05:002003-10-08T11:36:42.060-05:00The World Is MINE! by DemonacName:You will conquer:Europe (except for Britain).Your title will be:JusticarYou will succeed by:Cloning an army of Back Street Boys.Your Enforcers will be:Street Judges (from Judge Dread).Your first act as ruler:Declare that the other gender are "not people" and thus only have the right to love you and do your bidding.Created with quill18's MemeGen!
Sweet! ScotlandIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1065591254347049092003-10-08T00:34:00.000-05:002003-10-08T00:34:14.010-05:00Torn, oh I'm so frickin' torn!
Got class at eight a.m. tomorrow and it's midnight now... I have to do some homework, even if it's thumbnails and starting on an underdrawing for the newest Advanced Drawing picture, but I just came back from the house, and have my much-anticipated DVD - I ordered Amber Benson's movie Chance off of her website about three or so weeks ago. They didn't receive the Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1065215751428537482003-10-03T16:15:00.000-05:002003-10-03T16:15:51.423-05:00I've had my fill. This is it, I'm not longer taking Kuni into consideration when I do anything non-class related. It's going to be tough because I hate doing things by myself, but since she's not thinking of me or even informing me as to what her plans are, I'm going to return the favor.
I was actually pissed off at the entire class thursday because for about an hour I was the only one in the Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1064800426901157062003-09-28T20:38:00.000-05:002003-09-28T20:53:46.270-05:00I miss Sculli. We talked this weekend for like the first time in three months, maybe more and how long we've been friends came up. 12 years. Granted it didn't come as much of a surprise because we've gotten into the habit of saying 'wow, we've been friends for [insert number here] years now' and the number keeps going up. But it's the fact that we're still going strong. Then again we don't Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1063996016054734322003-09-19T13:17:00.000-05:002003-09-19T13:30:41.513-05:00The Potion MakerIcegazenium is an opaque, thin violet liquid gleaned from the liver of a sphinx.Mix with Icegaze! Username: Yet another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern
Car is back in the shop. NOW it's confused the gas with the brake, freak car. Dad thinks it's the fuel filter, they think it's the cruise control because that's when it started, though it did it even when it wasn't on Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1063771262189216492003-09-16T22:41:00.000-05:002003-09-16T23:01:02.353-05:00My luck is of the shit variety lately...
Went out to the car this morning to find three parking tickets underneath the winshield wiper.
Monday night at 2 in the morning for failing to display a parking permit, last night I got one for failing to remove the previous citation and ANOTHER for failing to display a parking permit.
Really this is my fault for not thinking about the whole parking Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1063668143527930362003-09-15T18:12:00.000-05:002003-09-15T18:30:16.336-05:00Well Mom just called and said my car is back at the house all fixed up and happy.
Apparently it was two things - there was a carbon build up, though Dad doesn't think that was the problem, and one of the spark plug wires was bad and it was shorting out sporadically. The Ford people said that it should have given me an indication, shown some signs that something was up instead of just BLAT Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1063511706476907122003-09-13T22:37:00.000-05:002003-09-13T22:55:06.310-05:00My car, my precious car! *sob*
I'm a bitch to my car - since I've had it since it was brand-spanking new I'm used to being able to abuse it this way. Pumping the gas in time to the beat on the radio, zipping from reverse to drive without pushing in the break, turning the car off seconds after the car is stopped and thrown into park... Heck, I barely wait for the car to warm up before pushing Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1063338656660111592003-09-11T22:19:00.000-05:002003-09-11T22:51:52.146-05:00On the way back to Commerce from our Illustration class (which is being held at the teacher's house and BOY did that feel odd going into a house instead of a big building), right as the tallest building in Commerce (a 12 story dorm) came into view we noticed something out of the ordinary. It's night so the lights are on - however, the lights seemed to spell something.
"Does that say USR?"
"USB"Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1063071206333235782003-09-08T20:33:00.000-05:002003-09-08T20:33:26.350-05:00I feel like an alarm clock.
It’s not a recent thing, it’s be a continual thing. Something that most of the time I can ignore or just be irritated by.
Kunika has a condition. It means that among many other things she sleeps deep and she doesn’t get to bed until the wee hours of the morning. This means we don’t get together a lot during the summer because chances are she’s sleeping when I wantIcegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1062433426647388252003-09-01T11:23:00.000-05:002003-09-01T11:23:46.690-05:00I. Am. So. Wet.
I've been lucky for almost two weeks now, not being out in the rain while it's raining. I had either driven through the raining area, or by the time I got out of the car, it was sniffling.
Kuni asked me when we got to Commerce if I had an umbrella - it was raining on the way, but had stopped by the time we got to the dorm/apartment. I said I didn't care, and the truth of the Icegazenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151603.post-1062259394273497532003-08-30T11:03:00.000-05:002003-08-30T11:03:14.230-05:00I've managed to survive my first week of school.
However, it looks like in order to continue surviving it, I might have to majorly cut down my internet time.
My Art Direction teacher makes the class worth it. It's still going to be a bitch and a half, but I didn't like Typography, loved the teacher - got a B. Didn't like Design, didn't like the teacher - got a C. Proof that the teacher makesIcegazenoreply@blogger.com