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So, I decided that blogger sucks. That's why I'm moving.

http://brianftw.wordpress.com

All the entries are backed up there, so, the only difference you're going to notice is the layout and url. Update links and bookmarks at your convenience =D

Though I may not get around to posting it for a couple of hours, I'm actually typing this around five twenty in the morning. The sun is pretty much up now, and my feet are dangling out my open window as I'm trying to come up with exactly what I want to say. Since around midnight, I've been working on the last two hundred pages of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows-- which I'm glad to say that I've finally completed.

I've pretty much have the feeling that I thought I would-- A bittersweet type of sensation. Though I'm glad to be finished with the book, and can now safely divulge myself in conversations with others without having to shield my ears from spoilers.. it kind of feels like I've forever said goodbye to a really good friend.

I've been following Harry Potter, after all, for almost a decade.

Deathly Hallows is indisputably fantastic conclusion to the series, in which Harry must call upon all the things he's learned over the past seven novels in an all out, climactic battle, spanning six hundred and five epic pages (Bloomsbury edition). It's got everything you've come to expect from a Harry Potter novel-- Action, adventure, laughter, tears, love, hate, twist, turns, and most importantly, an uplifting ending. Harry Potter may no longer be gracing the shelves, but, I get the feeling that he's going to be living on for a hell of a long time.

It's been a hell of a ride, that's for damn sure. One that I've been more than glad to be a part of for the last ten years. You have to fucking applaud J.K Rowling for crafting together seven amazing stories, spanning a massive cast of characters that you almost refuse to believe exist solely inside one woman's head. In addition to entertaining me for all this time, she's managed to spark an interesting reading into millions of children (and even adults) worldwide. Harry Potter had made reading "cool" to a generation that could easily be amusing themselves with video games, and television, and all the other modern junk of the like.

It may be stretching it-- But, I dare say she's played a part in saving an art-form.

And for the record, if you've decided yourself to be "too cool" for the Potter novels-- You're honestly ignorant. You're ignorant, and you've missed out on something incredibly special. Sure, you can go back and cram the novels now, but you've missed the experience of growing the characters over the years-- Maturing with them. Having to wait two agonizing years from novel to novel, to find out who's going to make it out all right. Kind of sad when you think about it, huh?

So, this may be about as sappy as it gets, but, I don't particularly care. If you're still in the middle of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows-- savor it, because it does really feel like a goodbye. But do finish it soon, as getting the ending spoiled will severely ruin it's effect. It's summer. You have nothing better to do.

Obviously, you can't help but be left wanting more in the end-- But, I like to believe that Rowling left us a little speck of reassurance at the end the story.

'He'll be all right,' murmured Ginny.

'I know he will.'

And I think I know he will too.

So, today was a blast and a half-- I got to spend the day in the fucking emergency room, getting pumped full of drugs, x-rayed, and the like, while my parents planned to get flights up to Canada by tomorrow morning. What's your problem?

Last night, around seven o'clock, I got this sudden sharp fucking pain around my kidney. I called my mother, and confirmed my fear that yeah, I probably had a kidney stone. I spent the entire howling in pain, guzzling water trying to fill up my bladder, puking, and wandering around my apartment, trying to keep from passing out. I'm marking it down as one of the worst fucking nights of my life, and I'll do anything to never have to go through it again. Somewhere in between ten thirty and midnight, the pain stopped as quickly as it came-- and while I felt some action still going on my side, my abdomen had calmed down a bit, and I was able to fall asleep.

I woke up at four in the morning feelin' pretty fine. I was able to piss normally, and my side didn't seem to hurt as much. Woke up again at seven, same deal. When I woke up again at eleven thirty, the pain in my kidney had returned, but I didn't really make a big deal out of it. By the time I had lugged my computer downstairs and tried to sit down, I was in agony again.

Finally figuring this was pretty fucked up, I made my way down to the health clinic to check out what was going on. Of course, nobody accepts my American health insurance (...if you believe that Canadian health care is as easy as Michael Moore says it is, you're fucking retarded.), so, I ended up having to pay a hundred dollars to even get looked at. I was feeling stingey, but, figured it was worth getting it checked out.

The clinic doctor went through the basics and asked me a bunch of questions about what I went through the other night. He gave me a blank stare, and told me that I needed to get my ass up to the emergency room as fast as I fucking could-- He said that, in best case scenario, I had a huge fucking kidney stone.. but, I was also showing symptoms of appendicitis.. which, would mean I would need to get my fucking appendix out as quickly as fucking possible (..of course, without insurance, that was going to be god damn impossible).

The pain in my side getting more and more persistent, I decided to do what the dude said, and went to go get checked out at the ER.

I checked in, got talked to about payment (...which was essentially just them saying: HAHAHA YOU OWE US SO MUCH MONEY, BITCH!), got a very basic check out, and was told to just hang tight in the waiting room. I spent about an hour in there, pacing around (because, remember, I can't sit down), and I had to make two trips to the bathroom to vomit my guts out.

They finally saw me, and said that they were going to give me something for the pain. And oh, the things they gave me. They hooked me up on an IV first, and then pumped my ass up with morphine.

Now, if you've never had morphine before-- it's pretty much one of the most amazing things you'll ever experience. It's takes a minute or two to get into your bloodstream, but once it does it's like... Sure, my side hurts like hell, but I doesn't even care!! It's wonderful. Of course, it was soon followed by the most bizarre administration of medication I've possibly ever experienced. The doctor was like: "Now, would you like to administer this yourself, or would you rather I did it?"

...and I'm like, 'Why the fuck would I want to do that? You do it.'

'...Okay.' She says. Next thing I know, I'm on my side, she's slapping on a pair of gloves and shoving gelly-like tablets up my ass with her finger, while I scream: 'WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT'S WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO DO!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!' It didn't matter much after, though-- Because those drugs kicked in QUICKLY, and I was on the fast track to happy land.

 About (at least what felt like) forty minutes later, I'm still bewilderingly amused by the insulin dropping from the IV. They brought in a wheel chair, and asked if it would be okay for them to use that for them to bring me to the x-ray. And of course, when I say:

'Datsa no problemo! I's can do dat.'

'...Yeah, we're just going to wheel you down in your bed.'

'Okie-dokey.'

So, I get my x-ray, and get wheeled back up into my room. A half hour or so later, they come back in and tell me that yeah, I've got a kidney stone. They give me some weird looks when I take this as good news-- But hey, it's ten times better than appendicitis. The sucker is a 5mm, which is the exact mark to pass it on my own. If it was any bigger, I would have had to gone in for surgery.

The doctor prescribed me some pain killers, because, if you haven't heard, passing a kidney stone HURTS -- But, I can't afford any of them... So, looks like I'm just going to roughing it. The drugs they gave me are starting wear off right now, and my side is starting to hurt again, which means I'm going to finish this up a little faster than expected.

It's going to be a long fucking night.

So, Freddy just filled me in on those murders in Cheshire. That's some really fucked up stuff, I almost don't believe that it happened so close to home.

For those not around my area, the story goes that two guys broke into this house, and took the family-- a husband, wife, and two daughters hostage. They allegedly knocked out the husband, and took the wife to the bank, and made her withdraw fifteen thousand dollars (I think). When they brought her back home, they killed her. They then proceeded to tie the girls down to the bed, and raped one them. Then they set the house on fire.

The husband survived. I honestly can't tell you how horrible I feel for this man. Seriously, you sit there, you worry about your parents not letting you go out, or not having the money to get some stupid thing, or some girl not liking you, or other stupid problems that fucking emo kids come up with now a days-- and you realize that this man has lost everything. Fucking everything. His family, his home, his life. Never saw it coming, and never assumed it could happen to him. Really puts shit into perspective, doesn't it? Everybody quit your bitching for a minute, be thankful for everything that you have, and give someone you love a hug. Seriously.

It also makes me fucking sick that people like those two men actually exist. I don't think I can fathom having a heart so black that one could even dream of doing that to another human being. It doesn't take much to realize that these two are bottom of the barrel, god damn fucking garbage-- and a waste of fucking breath. I'm not a supporter of the death penalty-- But, I sincerely hope that they're promptly kicked as hard as possible in the fucking nuts.

Now, go get on those hugs I was talking about.

Yes friends, this time is coming for the most epic of competitions to take place is upon us. On August 14th, 2007 -- The world's finest shall be competing to see who wields the strongest arm in the universe (...or at least in Writing Class Number 23). The victor? Life long bragging rights, and the biggest verbal cock in existence. The loser? Shame, belittlement, a lifetime of misery, and a lonely, lonely death.

That's right, it's the 'Battle North of Seattle' -- The greatest arm wrestling competition known to man.

First Contender-- Zach Roe. Defender of Freedom. Shia LaBeouf fanboy. Usually keeper of mucho facial hair.

Second Contender -- Niklas Sweedish Guy. Neutral Bastard. Maker of Meat Loaf. Cosumer of meat balls.




Oh dear God.

Myspace is starting to get on my nerves a little bit-- Maybe I'm just cranky because I barely get comments anymore, but I think it's more because of all the spam that I'm getting now. Seriously, every time that I log on, I get more or less three fucking friend requests from PornSpaces, shitty bands, and "rappers". Worse than these combined are the fucking random chicks (see: dudes with pictures of chicks.) who send me messages like: "HI. YOU SOUND COOL. WANNA TALK??" -- I get at least one of these a month now, and it's like, NO, LEAVE ME ALONE. I'M NOT COOL. STOP BOTHERING ME. How the fuck do these people keep finding me, anyway? If anyone wants to comment the blog, hey, they're more than welcome-- and I'll read anyone who reads me, and link you on the sidebar if you're cool. But, honestly, don't just message me on Myspace. I have enough friends, and I don't want to know you. Ugh. (Then again, adding random people would solve my comment gripes.)

The other thing is-- You're not going to get free ringtones, there is no Myspace tracker (there's one, but you can only track people who are also using it), and no, no one is going to realize that they like you if you repost this bulletin in .332423 seconds. Seriously. Die.

The "Proud to be White" and "I'd Do This For My Girl" bulletins need to die too-- But, I've murdered both of those before, and I'm not getting into it again. 

So, I'm going to assume that you're all knee deep in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by now. I picked it up at nine o'clock this morning, and have been enjoying it profusely. I won't spoil anything for anybody, but I'm about a hundred and thirty pages in ('The Wedding' -- as I believe the British edition's page count is different than all of yours.), and plenty of people are already dead. I'm telling you now, if you don't have it yet-- Cover your ears from anything Potter related, and get yourself a copy as soon as fucking possible. As I said, it's excellent so far, and is proving up to be an excellent finale of an excellent series.

So, my landlord stops by earlier this morning while I'm working on my shit, and lets me know that he's going to take these two people up to show them my room. And I'm like: "HI. WANT TO GIVE ME A CHANCE TO CLEAN IT FIRST?" -- and he says: "Yeah, I was meaning to talk to you about that, I went in yesterday, it was pretty messy."

...YOU WENT IN YESTERDAY!? What the fuck!? I'm pretty sure your only supposed to enter my place if it's an emergency, or with 24 hours notice. This situation was neither. WHAT THE HELL? So now I have to be paranoid about random people coming into my apartment at random times during the day? I swear to Christ, that's breaking some Tenant's Rights law... and if it isn't, it's just plain fucking rude. I'm seriously pissed off about it.

But oh well. I'm out of here in a month, anyway.

I really don't have much of anything to say right now, just looking for an excuse to keep my fingers moving. That, and I'm already tired of looking at my other entry.

I'm looking for shit to throw onto the sidebar, because I'm kind of bored. I know that no one else cares-- but, I look at this thing more than any of you, so, I want make sure that I am amused by it. I don't want a whole bunch of ugly, clumsy widgets though, so, we'll see what happens.

Fuck what I sad earlier. I'm probably going to pick up Harry Potter tomorrow. Who needs to eat, right?

Gettin' tired, going to go hit the sack.

So, Zach slapped me with an absolutely glowing review of 'The Dark Knight' screenplay from Batman On Film. It's spoiler free, so, it's totally safe to take a look at. The BoF crew is usually pretty honest when they see something that they don't like-- So, I take their opinion as a very good sign. I checked all of my usual sources, and there doesn't seem to be any sort of leak on the script. I'm keeping my eyes peeled, but, let me know if you come across something that looks legit.

There are some complaints about the comments being on the top of the page, instead of the bottom where it usually is. I'd love to move it back, but, unfortunately that's kind of how the layout came. Hopefully it isn't a major inconvenience to anyone... and if it does, well, you can boycott comments, I guess. (Plus, I actually think it looks kind of nicer there.)

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows comes out on Friday-- and I'm pretty excited. I don't think I'm going to pick it up right away, though. Number one, my financial situation doesn't exactly allow me to just blow thirty dollars on something that isn't food-- Especially this month, where my rent has been switched from $750 to a fucking whopping $820. The lesser reason, however, is because of the cover. Yes, the European adult cover that is available over here is nice and all-- But it's not what I've been reading since the sixth grade. If this were the second to last, it wouldn't be such a big deal.. But, Deathly Hollows is the last one-- and I want what I'm used to. So, I figure that I'll just try to keep my ears safe from spoilers, wait a month, and pick it up in the Chicago airport on my way back home. It may be a pretty weird, but hey-- Fuck you. Hopefully I can stay away from the spoilers, though, because they're usually pretty quick to be ruined.

The book's been leaked-- But sources say that it's super low quality, as the images were taken with a camera phone.

I managed to get ahold of some money today, so, I got to eat a little bit. I didn't really do much, as, usually when I'm in this situation-- I end up stuffing my face, and puking my guts out an hour later. So, I'm pretty comfortable right now. I'll be getting some more money tomorrow-- so, hey, life is good.

I have school pretty early tomorrow-- But, I'm not positive that my pages even went through. Oh well, we'll see what happens.

Catch you guys on the flip side. 

I need to stop taking hiatuses in posting for extended periods of time, as, when I'm ready to come back and write something, I can't decide what I want I actually want to put down. The simple solution, of course, is to just write everything... But, as you all know by now, I'm far to lazy too try and do that.

You've probably noticed the new layout. I'm happy with it, and I've been spending the last hour or two tweaking everything on the side bar. I'm keeping it pretty simple this time around-- No Flickster or Last.fm widgets. Why? Because they're pointless and nobody looks at them. No banner this time around, and I think I'm going to keep it that way... it's just easier. Moved the archive down to the bottom, because it looks ugly. The other thing is that entry comments are now located at the top of posts, not the bottom-- and they now open in a pop up window, which hopefully will make commenting a little easier.

Random note, you should all join last.fm and Flickster -- Because they're cool, and I have practically no friends on either. I'm a whore, don't judge. As a double, they actually, you know, have points... Unlike Facebook, which you all insist on giving sloppy blow jobs to, despite the fact that it's impeccably dull.

A security guard is wandering the building... you know, securing stuff. Thing is, this guy is older than shit. If some asshole busts in here with a gun, I'm not sure I could trust this guy to take him out.

Spent two days filming for Tommy T's "Ellipses", playing Kenny, as I said in my last entry. As expected, a good time was had, and I'm anxious to see the finished product. As a thank you gift, he hooked me up with a copy of 'Where Is Thy Sting?' -- which he claims of the better Superman stories. I haven't read it yet, but, Thomas hasn't steered me in the wrong direction yet. (And for the record, a gift was COMPLETELY unnecessary, but appreciated.)

My port short, "Noon", was filmed in my apartment this morning. From what I could see, I think that it's going to turn out pretty well. It may be a pretty shitty script, but, the performances were pretty fantastic. I should be getting a DVD by the end of the year, so, CT folks should be fully expecting to have it shoved down their throats.

My (Well, partially my) one act play 'Rose Walls' was performed the other night -- I didn't go. From what I heard, it didn't go over too bad, but, I still don't regret not showing. After the hell I went though in Writer/Actor Collab, I really never want to see anything to do with that script ever again.

Whipped up twenty pages of 'Abandon', my final feature project. It's currently just splurge of shit that I spattered onto the page, but, I'm fairly happy with it. I'm not exactly sure where it's going, so, I'm hoping that Thursday's workshop can help me steer it in some sort of direction... Either that, or it'll make me lose faith in the story entirely. We'll see what happens. I sent the pages to Dave, but haven't heard anything from him about it yet. If anyone else is curious, let me know, and I'll hook you up.

I finally decided to download Arcade Fire's newest album 'Neon Bible'. It's pretty good. I don't know if it's as amazing as all the critics are saying, or anything, but yeah-- It's good. I'm on my third straight listen at the moment, and it seems to be growing on me each time. "Keep The Car Running", the second track, is a great song.

And because I know I've mentioned it before, but, Bad Religion's "New Maps of Hell" is fantastic. You should, without question, pick it up. In a time where the music industry considers Fall Out Boy, Avril Lavigne, and Paramore "punk" -- It's nice to get ahold of a genuine, and totally kick ass punk rock album. The Bad Religion cats don't get old, they get better.

I think there were more things I wanted to put here, but, it's going to have to wait until tomorrow. I'm losing interest in this entry with every letter I type. I should be getting my hands on some money Thursday, and I can't wait, because I'm starving. At the moment, I'm craving a large fucking pizza with extra cheese and fried chicken. Oh god, Thursday is going to be a good night.

My computer is currently the most ghetto piece of technology on the planet at the moment. I've been sick of my 'P' key giving me shit lately (I've been needing to strike it extra hard in order to get any 'P' action.) So, I removed the key from the board and decided to see what was up with it. I removed all the lint and junk that's been building up underneath it, and then tried it again. Still being a bitch. Unable to find anything really wrong with it, I ripped off the 'O' key, to compare... in the process snapping off one of the little plastic hooks that keep it to the board. LOVELY. Somewhere along the line, I also managed to fuck up one of the plastic pieces of the P key, which was giving me trouble keeping THAT down. So, now both the P and O key are being held down by tape... LOVELY. And as I'm typing this, the J key is also giving me the same shit the P key was earlier.

Why is it that I have such little luck with computers? On my family's computer, the software had become fucked up beyond all recognition... And on this one, while everything runs decently enough (I've been having some problems as of late, but, it just needs some cleaning, methinks.) ...the actual shit itself is falling apart. I might need to start saving up for a new one when I get home. To be fair, I HAVE been beating the shit out of this thing... as it's literally what I use for EVERYTHING. It's my radio, what I watch movies on, do my homework on, and just general merriment. I'm sorry to say it, but I think my laptop is my best fucking friend. It's too bad that I want to strangle it for sucking so hard right now.

I'll probably get a new one, and bestow this piece of shit upon my little brother, Sean. He can assure that it explodes within the week.

After listening to 'In Our Bedroom After The War' eight consecutive times, I've finally turned my attention back to The Smashing Pumpkins' newest effort 'Zeitgeist'. As I've told pretty much everyone, it's not bad. Not as good as 'Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness', or anything-- But, it gets the job done. 'Doomsday Clock' and 'Tarantula' are both excellent fucking tracks. It's having some trouble holding my attention for it's entire 52 minute run-time, though. It's worth picking up if you dig the Pumpkins... But, it's not going to change your mind if you don't.

I'm sick. I'm sick. I'm sick. I thought it was just allergies, but, now I'm sure that I've got a full blown cold. I pretty much feel like complete shit. It sucks that I'm out of money, because I'd totally be downing some fucking orange juice right now. I still have some chicken flavored ramen... but, I'm still not sure my body has recovered from the mass ramen intake of March. The thought of that stuff still makes me want to puke.

I'll be making a small appearance in a Tommy T short film called "Ellipses", playing a character named Kenny. (...I'm assuming that they couldn't find anyone else.) It's a fun, dorky little part, and I'm excited to be doing it. We start shooting Saturday night. I haven't done anything really acting related for over a year now, so, I'm praying that I don't fuck everything up. Oh well, they can always kick me out if I suck.

I think that there were some other things I wanted to talk about.. but, it's all kind of going blurry now. Eh, one thirty in the morning will do that too you, I guess.

Allison, with an insane needle phobia, is getting shots tomorrow. I feel kind of bad, and yet a little amused? Shh, don't tell. I was trying to talk her down, tell her she'd be fine, and that she'd been through worse -- But, of course, that's of no use. I don't think it would make me feel any better either. ...Speaking of needles, though, I'm realizing that I haven't donated blood in awhile. I feel kind of shitty about that. Anyone want to go find a place and do that with me? (...Can I even, in Canada?) 

That's all I got in me tonight, I think. I've been playing around with some shit on the sidebars... I even joined "Twitter", and threw that up... But then I realized it was kind of pointless and got rid of it. I really just want to join as many social networking sites as possible... EXCEPT Facebook-- Just to piss Zach off. (Because I like to pretend that his life is not complete until I've joined it.)

...Add "I" to the list of keys that's giving me shit all of a sudden. What is WRONG with this keyboard!?

So, I'm on my sixth consecutive listen of Stars' newest CD "In Our Bedroom After The War". It was released to digital retailers on the 10th, and hard copies will be put into stores in September.

I honestly can't stress how fucking important it is that, if you have even the most slight appreciation of music-- GET your hands on this album one way or another. It's absolutely one of the most incredible things that I've ever heard, no exaggeration. It's a little emotionally draining, dealing with the common Stars themes of heartache and loss, but, as the title suggests, the "story" ends happily.

If you need convincing-- "The Night Starts Here" is currently on my Myspace. Check it out, you're going to be fucking blown away.

Meanwhile, the keys are coming off of my laptop, and it's really pissing me off. Piece of shit.

It is so unfairly hot out right now. I can't decide which is worse, being outside, or being in my un-air conditioned apartment. The common area seems like pretty neutral ground, as far as air flow, but it's even starting to feel a little stuffy down here. Sources say that it's not much better anywhere else. This fucking sucks, folks.

I'm feeling kind of sick. My throat hurts, and my head feels stuffy.. I thought that I had maybe caught whatever's been wrong with Zach lately, but, now I'm just going to assume it's allergies, or something like that. Or, I'm just coming down with a cold. I don't know. All I'm sure of is that I really don't like it.

So, went and saw Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix last night at midnight-- Very underwhelming picture. It was god awful, or anything... But, the story was very, very cluttered. They tried to fit far too much from the book into too short an amount of time... And in the end, it just felt incredibly disjointed and all over the place, with no special emphasis on characters or their relationships with one another. Worth seeing, as it's shot very well, and the performances are very good... But, don't expect too much out of it. The last book is coming out pretty soon... I guess I kind of have some mixed feelings about it being all over. I'll probably be fucking crying by the time I finish it.

I'm bored to shit lately... Anyone know any websites worth sharing?

So, the Smashing Pumpkins' new CD "Zeitgeist" better be god damn fucking brilliant-- Not because I'm a huge fan, or anything.. But, I swear to Christ, I've been trying to download it for the past two days, and it hasn't been happening. I start downloading, and that somewhere along the line, I lose connection and have to start all over again... and I eventually just give up. I'm pretty confident that I might be able to get through it this time, but, knowing my luck, I just jinxed it. On the bright side, however, Bad Religion's "New Maps of Hell" is fantastic. I think that the CD is still up in it's entirety on their Myspace, you should check it out.

So, I'm having some pretty insane bipolar mood swings lately, which have just been a blast. I think it's just a combination of all the stress from school, the fact that the chick and I define dysfunction, and all of that fun stuff going on at home (people are sick, people are pissed, whatever) -- And it's all had one fabulous effect on me. I'm doing pretty cool now, though, all things considered. There are a few things bothering me still, but, it's one of those 'What the fuck ya gonna do 'bout it' type of deals. I guess that it's not worth being a whiney emo bitch over-- It's not like that attitude is going to make anything better. All there is to do, for the most part, is take a walk, blast some angry music, and just work on getting the hell over it. Sure, I'm feeling pretty emo about everything hitting me at the same time... But hey, I'd never be so bold as to assume that my stupid problems are the most important thing going on right now.

Yeah, I'm feelin' strangely fine.

I might go see Transformers tonight.. Not like I have anything better to do.

My head aches beyond all reasonable imagination. Just the fucking sound of my fingers pressing the keys gives me little twinges of pain in my temples. I'm only typing this up out of guilt, because I haven't written anything in a couple of days. I don't like for an entry to be lingering at the top for to long... I get bored of it easily.

I'm in the mood to write something. Anything except what I'm supposed to be writing, though. I don't know, I want to do a short story, or a short film, a fan fiction-- something. I'm still in such a god damn rut creatively... I haven't liked a single thing I've written in months.

I'm reading this over as I type, thinking 'What the fuck is this shit coming out of my fingers?'

I guess that's what happens when you're surrounded by people who are ten times better and more dedicated than you'll ever be for the better part of the week. Kind of makes you realize: 'Holy shit, I can't fucking do this.'

I think I really fucked up.

I don't know why I haven't been coming outside to write more often. They've really got a nice little set-up going on out here. It's much more quiet and peaceful than the common area-- and the wireless internet still reaches the benches. Not to mention, it's unbearably hot in the building-- At least there's a breeze out here. If I there were only an outlet, I would probably be out here every night... Every night that it was raining, at least.

Is it weird that I kind of dig the smell of skunk? It's pretty strong in the lobby right now, and I actually kind of enjoy it. Now, I don't mean that I actually like the smell-- But, it reminds me of driving home from my grandparents in the summer as a little kid, dressed in my stupid Robin pajamas with the Velcro cape, and falling asleep against the seatbelt listening to the deep voiced nightshift guy on PLR. My mom would be talking to my dad about something, and then the smell would flow through the air conditioner-- My brothers and I would chorus a loud 'ewwww' in the back, and my mother would say that it's officially summer. I don't know, with how stressed out I've been lately-- with school, with rent, and other things, it's kind of nice to remember a time when all I had to worry about was waking up in time to watch Power Rangers the next morning.

There are a lot of great moments in my life that I would like to have the chance to relive-- and I'm sure, one day, this will be one of them... But, at the moment, I really want to be back in that mini-van. So sue me.

So, I'm outside right now-- which is ten times more relaxing than the common area... Out here, I don't have to deal with that incredibly annoying gaggle of girls playing pool downstairs.

Why do people have be so loud? I'm serious, every time one of them sinks a shot, they all burst out in: KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE!!!!!!!! ...and when they miss? AWHAWAAHHHHHAWWWWWAHHHHHAAHHH!!!!!! -- So, every fucking shot, they're making an overly irritating noise. It's pretty much taking everything I have to not go down there with a baseball bat and start destroying faces.

I'm fucking violent when I'm angry.

Anyway, today was pretty fucking lame. You know those days. The ones where your alarm clock goes off way too early, you can't quite get the shower at the right temperature, and, to add insult to injury, you get god damn soap in your eye.

Oh, what a beautiful morning.

And then of course, when I get out of the shower, I find that my bag is missing. It's probably been gone all god damn weekend. Best case scenario is that I left it at school... then I can just go pick it up next time I'm at that campus. Worst case is that I left it in the common area on Friday after Justin left, and somebody swiped it. That would suck balls-- Not because there was anything completely irreplaceable in it... but, that was a really nice bag. I liked it a lot. Oh, and thinking about it, my readings for adaptation class were in there. Yeah, I'm really hoping I can get that back.

Auteur Theory with Paul was a good class as usual. It felt a little long, but hey, I'm not complaining.

Then I had to stop at the bank, and wait in line for a good half hour... and get yelled at by a pregnant lady, who insisted on telling me very angrily that she was going to sit down, and that I shouldn't steal her place. (...I wouldn't have anyway, but, okay lady!!)

Then, I had a few mishaps back at home... And like I said, I've been having to deal with the fucking gaggle of giggling cunts all afternoon... Yes, I realize that there are many many worse things going on in the world, and a few inconveniences are nothing to be complaining about... But, fuck you, it's my blog-- I'll write what I want.

I think I'm going to go upstairs and finish watching 'Spellbound' -- that documentary about kids in some spelling bee, or whatever. I'm about eighteen minutes in, and already want to punch the fucking kids in the face. People have been raving about it.. so, maybe I'll see what the fuck they're talking about. If not, at least I'll have a funny entry to scribble out tonight.

I was going to come downstairs and post this right away, but, I'm way too lazy for that at the moment. Leave me alone, it's two in the morning, and the internet is being all screwy. That means I'm going to peck this entry out on my couch, and I'll go downstairs and post in tomorrow afternoon. Got a problem with it? Of course you don't, because, at the moment, you don't even know the difference. Yeah, that's right, I showed you.

Anyway, today was pretty uneventful in every sense of the word. I did the usual wake up around noon thing, kind of bummed around for an hour or two, then went downstairs to mess around on the internet. Pretty typical shit, I guess. Real exciting. Not.

Though, one thing to take interest in is the fact that Zach and I have come up with the premise for the greatest television series in the history of all time. We're thinking about actually writing the pilot-- then, who knows, maybe we'll sell it to someone for tens of zillions of dollars. I'm telling you, it's fucking brilliant.

Get this, over in Smallville, Kansas, Clark Kent and Lex Luthor resolve their differences and decide to get an apartment on the island from 'Lost'. Bruce Wayne owns the building, and John Locke chills out in the basement, always hitting that damn button of his. Next door to Clark and Lex are Joey and Chandler from 'Friends'-- who moved in there shortly after Monica's freak fatal car accident. (Phoebe is dead too, but she possesses the Duck. Ross may make a guest appearance or two upon occasion.) The gang's favorite bar is run by Mr. Freeze, who always serves everyone's drinks too cold. He gets angry a lot. John McClane is the apartment building's janitor-- and he never wears shoes. 

So, basically, Clark and Lex would have intense conversation about household chores-- and would hang out with their awesome neighbors, and do stuff.

Best TV show ever? Yes, I think so. There's more to it, but I don't remember all of the garbage we fucking came up with. It makes me giggle. And yes, sadly, we may even end up putting a pilot script together, just for laughs.

The first Dillon & Gabe webcomic strip seems to be coming along nicely, from what Dave has shown me. I think it's going to take us some time to nail down our formula for doing things-- as well as manage to try and be funny in such a short period of time... But, I guess we'll all the shit out as we go along. I should probably start whipping up some scripts pretty soon. I have a couple of ideas floating around in my head, but, unfortunately, next to NO jokes to center them down into a strip. Oh well. At least they'll look pretty. 

My desktop is looking really pretty, after tinkering around with "Style XP" -- I'm currently sporting a Mac theme... and it's really, really pretty looking. You should be jealous. Yeah, you know you are. I still need a new wallpaper, though. Eh, I'll be able to find one on DeviantArt once my internet starts working again.

I have to remember to save this before I head off to sleep. God damn it, I get the sad feeling that I'm going to loose it.

I started the first couple pages of 'Abandon' -- it's taking some time, but, I believe that it's coming along rather nicely. Could be a lot worse, I guess.

Eh. Catch you guys on the flip side.

(And for the record, I can't get 'Worked Up So Sexual' by The Faint out of my head. It's. So. Fucking. Catchy. ...and sounds CRAZY 80's)

I have no idea how the hell this slipped under my radar. I think I might be losing my touch, a little bit.

So, 'The Dark Knight' won't be out until next summer, and lord knows when Brandon Routh plans to suit up again for the 'Superman Returns' sequel.. Luckily for my fellow DC dweebs, there's a little something coming out in September that should hold us over for the time being.

Can anyone say Bruce Timm?

...Can anyone say Bruce Timm doing Superman: Doomsday? Oh yes, that's right-- The Animated Universe is covering the death of Superman. Ladies and gentlemen, I believe that I just came in my pants. My money is on this being even better than 'Return of the Joker'.

Official Website | Trailer

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

According to Wikipedia, this is one of three new DC animated flicks coming out. The two to follow are Justice League: The New Frontier and Teen Titans: The Judas Contract. 'Doomsday' has a PG-13 rating-- the other two are expected to as well.

Fuck, I'm excited.

New episode of 'We Need Girlfriends' came out tonight-- Not one of their better ones, but, still, very funny as usual. I've said it a million times, but, if you're looking for something rather amusing, check the fucking series out. I dig it, at least.

So, I don't really have much to say tonight, except that I'm kind of in love with Windows Live Messenger (formerly known as MSN)... Yeah, I'm a little late on the bandwagon, and all-- But, the games are really fun. I kicked Allison's ass in several rounds of Uno... and then she kicked my ass in several rounds of everything else. Story of my life, I think. Oh well, you should download it so that we can play, damn it.

I just finished the tenth and final season of 'Friends' this morning-- Really fucking emotional shit. Yeah, I'll admit it, I squirted a couple of tears while they were panning through the empty apartment at the end there. I'm probably going to go upstairs and watch the finale one more time... then cry myself to sleep.

There a bunch of A.D.D douchebags downstairs who are WAY too amused by the fucking shit downstairs. I'm going to go tell them to shut the fuck up, then head to bed... Seriously, one of these kids are seriously getting a fucking kick in the balls.

I hate humanity.