When you say "I do," oh, I don't believe you

Sorry I keep spamming LJ with pointless entries, but I'm really pissed off about what happened yesterday. I went to get my hair cut with a stylist I've been going to for a couple years, and somehow she managed to completely fuck up my hair by not doing what I asked. I told her I wanted my hair cut to the base of my neck/shoulder area and wanted the layers in the back to be fixed up a bit more. Instead she cut it to my jawline and left the layers the length I would have wanted them if my hair were longer. Basically I have really short hair with stupidly long pieces in the back and in the front where my bangs are that don't make any sense. It's terrible.

I have no fucking clue why she did this other than she "likes it better this way" (what the hell I'm not paying you to cut my hair how you like it) and decided she didn't ever want me to come back there again. I wish I would have noticed sooner, but she started in the back where I couldn't see what she was doing. It wasn't until she chopped a bunch off right in front that I was like "WAIT WHAT" but by that time it was too late to do anything.

The last time I went, the stylist (a different one) was so rude to me! She kept saying she couldn't finish cutting my hair until she dried and styled it, even though I said no. She wouldn't let me leave until she styled my hair and then charged me an extra 20 dollars for it. On top of that, the haircut she gave me was pretty weird and wasn't really what I asked for, either. I didn't tip her. I was afraid to go back there for awhile because I thought someone would be angry with me for not tipping a stylist, but I doubt that has anything to do with what happened yesterday. At least that is what I'm telling myself so I don't become convinced everyone is out to get me. It's scary enough going to a new stylist, but it's worse when one you've been going to forever fucks up.

I'm thinking of going somewhere else and asking them to fix the stupidly long layers. I was tempted to do it myself this morning and then thought better of it. There's no way that would end well. But I don't want to spend even more money trying to undo a little bit of damage on something that's entirely wrong to begin with. I don't know. Should I even bother at this point? Maybe I can just cover every mirror in my house/avoid reflective surfaces for a couple months and ignore everyone who says HEY YOU GOT YOUR HAIR CUT IT LOOKS NICE. It's just hair and it'll grow back, yeah, but there isn't anything I can do until then. And it's infuriating to constantly be reminded that I paid someone 40 bucks for this bullshit.


Unrelated ending time: I can't decide if I want to buy a Wacom Intuos3 or go on vacation for Christmas. Getting a new tablet is of pretty high importance since mine is so worn out (after 7 years I'm not surprised). Drawing with it is a huge pain in the ass. But... if I have to spend a whole month at home with my family, it will drive me insane. Rashied is busy all of December and January with work and GOING TO INDIA FOR 3 WEEKS (MAN I WISH I COULD GO TOO), so I can't go visit him. I'm trying to think of anywhere cool I could possibly go for 200-300 dollars... yeah. I'm probably going to end up buying that Intuos and then never leaving my house again.

( PARTY OVER HERE... WITH FISH )

It's been awhile since I posted photos of them. I love my fish!

This comic is totally me except for the first panel 'cause I don't drink (but if I could eat pizza forever without it making my insides and my outsides gross I might consider it) and the last panel considering my lack of belief in anything has been pretty well-documented for awhile. Actually, it's only recently that I've stopped noting my religious preferences, because saying you're an atheist makes people think you're an intolerant douchebag with nothing better to do but hate on religion, and I'm totally Not That Guy. Nor am I someone who particularly cares about whether or not I'm going to Hell, mostly because, well, I don't believe in one. At least not the afterlife version.

Despite not believing in any higher power, I still entertain the notion of an afterlife, if only because it's impossible to envision absolute nothingness. I suspect it's the same for most people.

Something I could have mentioned in my last entry: Panel three of that comic happened for real on a much larger scale (imagine two whole rows of people who brought in all kinds of food and shared it amongst themselves). Yeah, I'm talking about Ninja Assassin again, haha. Rudy loves ninjas, so his idea was to see how many people he could get to sneak food into a movie theater. Whoever did the most impressive sneaking got their movie ticket paid for. The guy who won snuck in a 2-liter bottle of soda in his coat and a can of Pringles in his sleeve! Rudy brought sandwich fixins and there were also donuts, candy, and even some ramen (but no way to eat it properly).


I'm supposed to be working on putting together a portfolio and writing an artist's statement, but I am so fucking sick of my art. Every time I look through my files I end up wanting to delete everything and rip up all of my old drawings and start over, because the thought of sending this to anyone important makes me want to puke. I know I can do so much better. Usually this is a good thing since it means the next pieces I do will be somewhat less incompetent than my previous ones, but now is really not the time for this to happen. I have to write pages about artwork I hate and explain why it's worth looking at, except it isn't because it's all terrible. Holy shit.

Three things I learned from watching Ninja Assassin:

1. Ninja clan leaders are impervious to bullets.
2. The guy who plays the ninja assassin is frighteningly good at portraying "pissed the fuck off."
3. You can't shank a fat guy.

The last time I visited my grandpa, he gave me a brand new Swiss Army knife. I didn't ask him what it was for, because who doesn't want a brand new Swiss Army knife, but he offered an explanation anyway. "If you're ever walking down the street alone and someone comes up and tries to grab you, just pull this out and stick him in the neck."

I must have looked horrified, because he said, "I'm serious! Just stick him in the neck, right here," pointing to his jugular vein. The guy did fight in WWII and became a surgeon after the war was over, so if anyone would know how to shank a guy, it'd be him. But my grandpa forgot to mention that if the dude coming after me is carting, like, 12 solid inches of neck fat, a tiny blade is not my best option (running, however, is probably a good idea). It's good Ninja Assassin was there to clue me in on this valuable information. That is what I'm thankful for today.

Oh, that reminds me. Happy Thanksgiving! I had lunch with my family at my grandparents' place and then we all took turns playing with the retirement community's new shuffleboard table after spending 10 minutes debating the correct shuffleboard rules. There's a lot more going on in shuffleboard than you'd think.

Rashied told me he found a random bug on his bed the other day. I got excited 'cause I thought it was going to be something cool, but then he showed me this:



and then my face did this:



because what the fucking hell is that thing holy shit. What. Anyone want to take a stab at guessing what it is if you don't already know?

It's a ladybug larva. Yes, that creepy looking thing turns into a ladybug. More proof that ladybugs are evil (as if their swarming and dying and smelling like butt everywhere wasn't enough). I think ladybugs are pretty, but as far as bugs go, they're not my favorite. Admittedly, that ladybug larva is pretty cool, but if I ever found that thing in my house I would flip my shit. Partly due to excitement and partly due to OH GOD WHAT IS THAT FUUUUCK.

Nothing much to report since last time. I had another critique today that sucked. Nobody ever says anything about my work, good or bad, which is still as depressing/irritating as it was the last time I complained about this. Man, I'm going to be graduating soon. If my work doesn't even inspire commentary at this point, that doesn't say good things about my future as an artist. Well, it doesn't say anything because my classmates are lame. I comment on and critique everyone else's work even if I don't have a whole lot to say about it. Maybe they've gotten used to hearing me talk all the time. I don't know. I don't want to think about it too much because it's really discouraging (my "should have gone to an actual art school" feelings are especially strong, here), and it also makes me resent my classmates a bit even though I think they're nice people in general.

Is college over yet? Seriously, I'm done. I registered for classes for my last semester. Even though I don't need to be a full time student to graduate, I do have to be one to keep my scholarship money and current health insurance, which is lame. Here comes yet another semester of not having a job and falling asleep all the time! Balls.

Did anyone see last Sunday's Venture Bros? Brian Eno was in it! And they referenced Here Come the Warm Jets/Dead Finks Don't Talk. As if I needed more reasons to love that show or Brian Eno. I am disappointed that Brock isn't in this season much, but I'm hoping he'll show up again later and do something awesome.

( Ladybugs forever )

This month is continuing to be weird in new and exciting ways!! Ok, not really exciting, more like awful. Mostly. I don't know. I'm trying to think of a way I can explain it without sounding stupid, but I don't think there is one. Oh well.

I saw Where the Wild Things Are on Friday. The movie trailers totally make it look like the happiest movie ever, though it's really not. At all. Instead, it is a really depressing way to look at what happens in broken family relationships from a kid's point of view, which puts the movie in a weird place. It's definitely a movie for adults, but it's about what adults remember childhood (albeit a depressing childhood) being like. It is a bit heavy-handed with the melodrama, though, and there's no real resolution, or good, or bad. Which is usually how it happens in real life, but this is being advertised as a fun movie for kids. It is, right? It's not just me? I mean I get it, especially being someone who had Family Issues as a child, and I did like the movie a lot, but it has its own issues. It's one for the college crowd, for sure. It has nostalgia, relevant music (Karen O of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs did the soundtrack), and a whole cast of characters with problems you could put in an analytical English paper.

But maybe I'm being picky because I wasn't in a great mood when I saw it and was expecting something fun. Then I got the most depressing movie about monsters ever, and I wasn't really sure what the fuck. I'll watch it again later now that I know what to expect, and I assume I'll probably enjoy it more. I do like that they used real costumes for the monsters and not complete CGI. That was a smart choice!

I'm sure everyone has heard by now that Obama won the magical Nobel Peace Prize. I'm not going to comment too much on it except to say that this article (thanks, Rashied) pretty much sums up how I feel, though it's a bit harsher than I would have been. I know the Europeans love the shit out of Obama, but jeez. Not that the dude might not deserve to win the NPP somewhere down the line, but he hasn't been in office a year yet and there are still major problems in Iraq and Afghanistan that Obama hasn't exactly dealt with in peaceful ways despite saying he would. The good things he has done, while important first steps, haven't produced results that I would have expected to be enough to win the NPP. His entry for consideration was also pretty last-minute, too. I guess my real question is what's Obama going to do with all that award money? Melissa says he's going to buy shoes for his wife. I think he should buy shoes for everyone.

I figure while I'm talking about political shit (I don't think I've done that in this journal since I was like 15 and oh dear god how embarrassing let's not go there) I might as well post some scans of WWII propaganda posters. They're part of a thing I'm doing for a project in Graphic Design where we have to scan in images we like and then put them all together in InDesign, but I figure of all the things I've scanned for this class, they're the most interesting.



( Three more, though I could probably scan in and post some of the others if anyone is interested )

In other non-political news, I'm totally excited for Where the Wild Things Are, which surprises me because I am so fucking sick of people posting "LET THE WILD RUMPUS START" everywhere. Pretty sure the wild rumpus has been goin' on since the book's publication in 1963, guys. On the other hand, if this movie is lame, it's going to be hilarious watching everyone go "SO DISAPPOINTED IN THIS MOVIE WHEN WILL HOLLYWOOD STOP RAPING MY CHILDHOOD >:(". I love the internet.

Edit: Melissa and I went to the park today even though it was raining. We saw turkeys! And a raccoon and some dead exploded frogs and a million little snails everywhere. We tried to get into the path in the woods but it was flooded in one spot and I thought maybe I could walk around it in the grass and then my shoe got flooded with river water. On our way home we drove by a deer crossing sign and then not even fifty feet away was a dead deer in a ditch on the side of the road.

( Photos from the zoo, Oktoberfest, and some bugs )

The rest of the week has been kind of lame. My sleep schedule has been completely fucked up lately (thanks, college!), and it's gotten so bad that it's interfering with my work. I can't get anything done - either I'm too tired to focus on anything or I'm already asleep when I shouldn't be and can't fall asleep when I need to. I keep trying to correct myself, but things have gotten worse instead of better. I'm not ready to give up yet, though. Someday everything will be normal again.

I also feel bad about abandoning Sconeborough. I really want to start drawing the comic again, but I just don't have time (thanks to not sleeping right and college). And on the off-chance I do have time I don't have the creative energy to do anything because I used it all on other stuff. The same thing has happened with that book Rashied and I are doing, and he's not too happy about it. I don't blame him. I'm kind of mad at me, too.

It's been awhile since I wrote in here! Sort of. Things that have happened since then:

-Kitties! I volunteer at Petsmart on Fridays to help a lady who works for the local animal shelter take care of the cats. Yes, it does involve cleaning cages, but it also involves PILES OF KITTENS, and I can't argue with that. Especially since I can't have my own cats right now.
-College (booo)
-THE MOST ANNOYING CLASS EVER. I decided to take Graphic Design I this semester, and now I remember why I hate freshman level classes. But mostly I hate classes where the due dates for projects on the syllabus and the actual due dates don't match up and cause confusion! Everything is needlessly confusing and difficult! I only wanted to take this class to learn some stuff about graphic design, but everyone who isn't a graphic design major dropped this class within the first week. Because I'm too lazy to just go ahead and drop it after finding something else to replace it with, I'm forcing myself to suffer. Genius!

Other than that, uhh... I went to the Botanical Gardens last weekend with Melissa and Daniel! We went for their annual Japanese Festival, since we hadn't been there in ages. Not much has changed. We missed a lot of things because my car decided to die in a busy intersection near my house, and then I finally got it started again and had to somehow force the damn car through. Then it magically decided to work again. My dad said there was water in the gas tank from leaving my car out in the rain for awhile and that nothing was wrong, but I'll be damned if that didn't scare the hell out of me.

Obviously I have pictures of things, so here you go:



( Lots of pictures of bees, too. And a cute butterfly and some more plants. )

A more literal interpretation of "deus ex machina" - Melissa found these in a 25 cent machine at Gingham's. We thought they were supposed to be Jesus rings (so we could have Jesus bling, hur hur), but all we got were Marys. After spending maybe two dollars we finally got Jesus with our last quarter.

I'm mad at Photobucket for dropping the free account storage space from 1 GB to 500 MB. I'm over the 500 MB limit on the account I use and can't delete enough stuff to be under it unless I want to get rid of over half of my photos (I've already tried, haha), not that it would matter because I'd hit the limit soon after I freed up enough space anyway. I made a new account, but apparently I have to log into the old one every month or all of my image links stop working, and eventually my account gets deleted. That's... really irritating. I'm not about to use lmfao.org.uk as my image dumping grounds since I'm not paying for that space and Choco is seriously the nicest person on the planet for hosting me all this time even though I haven't talked to her in ages.

I know eventually I'm going to end up paying for my own domain and web space anyway, I just wish I had the money to do it now. Or that Photobucket would stop being a douche because I'm not paying 25 dollars a year for them to host my stupid pictures. I've tried Flickr, but the monthly upload cap and the fact that I can only create 3 folders maximum for a free account is annoying. But I know I'm asking too much of any current image hosting sites what with my fancy hi-res photo requirements and my mass uploading habits. I guess I'll just put all my fancy photos on Flickr and continue using Photobucket for resized Livejournal images and other random crap.

I don't know how many of you guys are on Flickr, but here's my account: http://www.flickr.com/photos/boneykingofnowhere/ obviously it hasn't been updated in awhile, haha. I guess I'll start doing that the next time I have photos to upload.

I'm starting with this because it'll take less time to write out. Here is some stuff from Lollapalooza (photos and videos), plus some extra crap that I felt like posting.



( LOU REED, YOU GUYS, LOU REED. AND DEPECHE MODE. AND FISH. THERE ARE ALWAYS FISH. )

I leave you with a quote:

Jess: "I forget why pee is yellow"
Smeg: "It's made of starlight!"
(Cue eight million pee/starlight jokes on the ride back to Omaha.)

In some kind of awful fashion, Fatass, my killifish, died on Thursday. One of my other fish decided to attack him for no reason, so I was keeping him in a hospital tank to make sure his wounds didn't get infected. I didn't have a suitable cover so I kept the water level really low. Of course, the second day he's in there he waits until I go to the store to fly out of the water and die since I didn't get to him in time. And then I got really upset, again, since Rashied and I got Fatass together and yeah. That.

Anyway, I had to drive all the way out to the brentwood Petsmart to find more killifish, (I accidentally got a girl killie the first time and then had to drive back D:) and they had little baby black ghost knifefish :( TINY VOLTAIRES. Then I stared at all the giant fishtanks wishing I had one so I could get another knifefish. Someday!



Here's the baby killie (named Baby Fats, so I can call him Fats when he's big). They were all so small, the size of guppies. I'm so scared he's going to disappear forever. He acts just like Fatass, but in a much smaller fashion.

Also, because stupid things keep happening and making me forget to update about it, I saw Sonic Youth last Friday. They were playing a free show at the riverfront. It was a good time! I got some photos of stuff, and then this:



CAN YOU GUESS WHO THESE PEOPLE ARE? Seriously, can you because I have no clue, though they are eerily similar to me and Rashied if someone were to take a photo of us from behind (the only differences being that he and I are the same height and Rashied doesn't wear watches). That dude even had a fancy camera just like Rashied. And that girl was dancing terribly, just like me. Worse than me, actually, which is embarrassing for her because my dancing is wrong. It would have been amazing if Rashied had been there for Sonic Youth, though. Looking at this photo is so disappointing.

( And the rest of the photos! Did you know the Arch is spooky at night? And that my concert photography is horrid? Well, I think you knew that. I also got some other fish. )

I keep meaning to drive around and get job applications or do SOMETHING to get on the path to Makin' Money, like finish those example drawings for commission info and stuff, but it keeps not happening. I'll probably end up doing that tomorrow or Tuesday. Thursday I'm leaving to go to Jess's house, and then we're all going to go to Lollapalooza. Don't ask me how I have money to do this when I haven't had a job all summer. I'm not even sure how I managed to swing that.

The worst thing that could have happened to my fish happened; I found Voltaire dead this morning. I was treating him and my red tailed shark for some kind of fungal infection, and I guess Voltaire didn't make it. The red tailed shark was practically dead when I found him, but he seems to be doing better now. I don't know what happened since neither of them had a problem with the medicine before, and the fungus wasn't anywhere near bad enough to cause death. Something else must have killed him, but I have no idea what. Maybe I made a mistake moving him into a hospital tank or maybe I used too much medicine or did something wrong with the water. I don't know.

What sucks is Voltaire wasn't my fish, he was Rashied's fish. We got him together and took care of him together, and I was supposed to send him back to Rashied within another month or so, and he was going to have a lot more space and be much happier there. But I guess I fucked that up somehow and killed him, and now I feel so awful about it I don't know what to do. I keep blaming myself (regardless of whether or not I should) since I am responsible for the well-being of any animal I take into my home, especially other people's pets. I'd be still be upset if it were my own fish that died, but it's Rashied's fish, one that he cared about enough to actually want back even though it's been a year since he moved, so I feel like I just did the most horrible thing ever.

I'm so anxious right now. I keep wandering around my house for no reason and coming back to gmail every ten minutes to see if Rashied's off his stupid plane yet so I can call him. I already talked to him online about what happened but for some reason that's not good enough. I can't focus on anything and I feel like I'm going to puke.

If you read my last post then you know what's coming next: The second and final half of Michael Jackson's Moonwalker: THE GAME. I did get around to watching the movie - it explains some of the things in the game (like Michael turning into a robot. Oh yes, a huge robot), but it's still all kinds of crazy. Also, I apparently missed a BIG IMPORTANT THING in the game which I'm too lazy to go back and do, so here is a youtube video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBmy9c-Ag7E you can make everyone else dance with you and then kill them. How sweet is that?



And okay, I have to take back my previous complaint about the lack of moonwalking, because you can totally moonwalk. You just have to do some crazy button pressing action to get it to work. Unfortunately, when it does work, it... doesn't actually do anything, which you can see in this picture. Moonwalking right into this dude doesn't kill him. Oh well.

( ROBO JACKSON vs EVERYONE )

Tomorrow I'm going to see Sonic Youth at the riverfront for free! Sometimes St. Louis does have awesome things. Other than that, not much has happened since the last update. Still looking for jobs, still trying to keep my fish from killing each other, same old. hee hee Sonic youf

Generally I try to avoid writing about whatever new thing the media's going crazy over. There's a lot I could say about the election in Iran or all the famous people that died, but there's always someone else out there better equipped to explain those things. I realize that shouldn't stop me from expressing my thoughts here (and maybe I'd be better off for it), but more important issues always seem to come up. Someone mentions there's a Michael Jackson Sega game and suddenly my next mission is to find that game and play the hell out of it. Not just for my sake, but for the sake of everyone who heard of it and thought, "Wow, that must be weird." Well, now you don't have to think it's weird; you can know it.





( With a title screen that fancy, it's got to be good, right? Good isn't the word I'd use, but this game does have, uh... flair. )

If there are any terrible Sega games (or Nintendo/Super Nintendo ones) you think I should force myself to play for your amusement, feel free to let me know or even send me the ROMs. God knows I don't have anything better to do with my life right now!

And now for something that has nothing to do with dead celebrities, finally: A moth that looks like a hornet, which could be terrifying but is instead the cutest thing ever. I love fuzzy bugs. I love bugs that look like other bugs. I think I have a new favorite! Also from the same blog, a hawk moth with pink and black stripes. I might as well just link to the blog itself (http://thenaturalstone.blogspot.com/) since there are lots of cool moth photos on there.

Well, more like a couple days, really, since I don't have photos of every day that happened this past week. Things that did happen: Rashied came to visit! Fireworks downtown and in my yard! Bugs and cats (but not at the same time, sadly)! And a hell of a lot of food. Oh god. No more restaurant food for me for a couple months. Things that didn't happen: Taking photos in the abandoned neighborhood again because they tore all the damn houses down. Rashied and I drove around there to make sure everything was as we remembered it before we dragged all our camera equipment over there and it totally wasn't. I guess it's good that St. Louis is slightly less trashy, but it's still lame.





( You know how it goes. Photos of bugs, fireworks, cats, and creepy skulls behind the cut! )

Then Rashied went home and it was sad and blah. Then I had to do laundry and take care of my fish since somehow they're sick again. Voltaire hurt his fin on something and two of my other fish aren't eating. And yeah, I guess that's about it! Good times.

This was on a Target receipt I found awhile ago. Can you guess what I really bought for two whole dollars?!





Here is a catfish.

Rashied gets here tonight... and my car still isn't ready. However, the guy at the shop said he'd set me up with a rental car. Still waiting on Enterprise to call me back, though. Why does everything stupid have to happen when important things are going down?

Today I was going to go to Petsmart to buy more food for my fish, including sinking pellets for my flying fox, but when I looked in my fish tank I noticed old Foxy's dead body. I barely had him 7 months. He was really pretty, but my red tailed shark kept chasing him around. Maybe the stress finally got to him.

Anyway, I went looking for a new fish and found some black upside down catfish. They looked suspiciously large for baby catfish, but guy at the fish store said they only got about five inches long, so I figured I'd be alright with one. I googled it when I got home, and as it turns out, these guys get huge. Over a foot long huge. The fish also had some suspicious looking white spots on its body which was my initial reason for wanting to return him (though I see now those are normal for these guys). The fish store guy was kind of offended that I was returning the fish I just bought, but I'm kind of offended that they don't know about the fish they're selling. What the hell am I going to do with a 14 inch catfish?

I traded it for three little cory catfish, two bronze and one spotted. I don't like them as much as I liked the black one. Though they are cute, they don't swim upside down, and I doubt I could ever hand feed them because they're so high-strung. I wish I had room for a bigger fish tank anyway. I want giant fish. Or a bunch of green tiger barbs. They had one that was gorgeous, but I didn't have room for him and five friends.

I bought another snail while I was at it. Tiny Goth Snail needed a friend, and all the yellow snails they had were insanely huge. I picked a more reasonably sized one:





They're sharing an algae wafer. Keeping them in a bowl rather than my fish tank seems to be working pretty well. Al-Ghazzali (Rashied named him, haha), the betta that was in there, died a little while ago, probably of old age.

( Aaaaaand here are some more photos, some of the upside down catfish )

Rashied is going to be here on Wednesday, which is also when I get my car back (the AC broke during a heat wave. Awesome). I've had to drive my dad's car in the meantime, and it is the scariest fucking thing ever. It's tiny, it shakes if it goes faster than 45 MPH, and it makes all kinds of awful noises. Aaah I want my car back.

So, uh... I wish I had something cool to write about or sweet photos to show you, but I have not done a goddamn thing this entire week (except today, when I went outside beyond my front porch and held a conversation with a real human being oh my god!!!!). I went and had my surgery, then came home and spent the rest of the week trying not to die. I believe I have been successful thus far, though it's not quite over yet. Tomorrow could be the day! It probably won't be, but you can never be too careful.

Everything I do is complicated by codeine - either I'm dizzy or falling asleep or not concentrating on anything. It's probably a good thing I haven't had to drive myself anywhere. I just took some a little while ago so I could eat, and then I stopped being hungry. Clearly my priorities are in order as I decided to come to LiveJournal instead. Oh yeah. Now that I've started writing, I want to sleep.

Last month I was playing the Sims 2 again to see what the Stevens were up to. I was going to wait until I had more images to post these, but I really don't care about this game right now, haha.



During the last update, my Sims had a baby named James. I realized I'd never checked his stats, and... yeah, that baby's kind of a dick.

( Continue? )

( SPIDER TIME CONTINUES AFTER THESE MESSAGES )

That's all I really have to share with you, unless you want to hear about how I feel like puke except the sick isn't coming out that way. Also, Rashied is going to be here in slightly less than a month!

Rashied: it was hangover
me: i didnt drink
oh the movie
how was it> haha
Rashied: it was pretty funny
the theater was packed and man
the audience was stupid as hell
me: well, yes
Rashied: WHAT'S THAT?
UUHHH IT'S A STRAPON
HAHAHAHA IT'S A STRAPON
it was a jockstrap
holding a cup

Rashied: well you can add me as a reference
Rashied: as we are a photographer team
cough
me: yes
i will put you down! haha
Rashied: seriously
and also, my title is photographer rocket scientist
not rocket scientist photographer, cause then they think i only take photos of rocket scientists

Rashied: ive timeline all the pre-launch activities of the rocket
which is...
about 1/10th of what needsto be done
or so
maybe less
gahhhhhhh
it looks pretty though!
me: :D
pretty is good
Rashied: id show you but i cant
:(
me: it is ok
i can imagine it
Rashied: i'll tell you that it doesnt matter
the plot is pretty straight forward
the rocket launches
(shhhhh!)