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FACT: Sometimes it seems like I remember things that haven't happened to me yet, but it's possible that I'm just remembering something I saw on TV.

FACT: I'm writing this on my ancient DeviantArt page because facebook creeps me the hell out now and, honestly, does anyone still look here?

FACT: I'm obviously kidding about wishing actions weren't permanent. Where's the fun in that?

]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/14107974/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/14107974/ Fri, 10 Aug 2007 15:57:54 PDT
As far as art stuff goes, I finished off my Studio Arts major and had a show at the end of the year. I think it came out pretty well, although two of my pieces broke off the wall and had to be down for repair for a day. The good news is that every year the art department purchases the work of one of the seniors to display permanently on campus, and this year they picked me! Hooray. Meanwhile, DA waits impatiently for me - its pacing can be heard constantly. I don't know how much I'll keep posting, although now that I'm out of college and have nothing else to do with my artwork, you can probably expect to see things popping up here now and then.

How are you?



P.S. The (relatively) new mood selection system is bollocks. Bollocks!

]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/9575578/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/9575578/ Wed, 02 Aug 2006 10:14:05 PDT
We went to an Of Montreal concert at the Chameleon Club in Lancaster, PA.
Verdict: AWESOME
If you're a fan of the band, the live performance comes HIGHLY recommended.




As for drawings and art-type things, I really haven't had a computer at all this summer, aside from work. There are some drawings and little paintings I've done that I really like. I'll put them up eventually. If people look at them, so be it.

Until then I'll try to do a few more MSPaint things. Ok? ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/7661260/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/7661260/ Fri, 20 Jan 2006 20:19:41 PST
Short, concise sentences.

"Meow". ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/7172848/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/7172848/ Mon, 28 Nov 2005 23:40:51 PST ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/6647213/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/6647213/ Sat, 01 Oct 2005 00:26:43 PDT ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/6194303/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/6194303/ Thu, 11 Aug 2005 03:25:37 PDT (not at all) 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 (very)

Are you angry?
(not at all) 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 (very)

Are you afraid?
(not at all) 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 (very)

Are you mad?
(not at all) 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 (very)

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Time for another one. Why not. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/6117600/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/6117600/ Tue, 02 Aug 2005 22:34:42 PDT Sweeeeper
She's lighter than air!
Sweeeeper
Sweeeeper
She don't have a care!
This is the house where Sweeper live.
And these are the presents that Sweeper give.




I can't even type that without laughing.

Sweeper is a little hydrocephalic girl. If you don't know what that means, look it up. Anyway, her skull is soft like jelly and so she has a balloon head. Every night Mother drains the head and it deflates like a beach ball. While she does this, she sings to Sweeper.

That was the dream I had when I finally fell asleep for a couple minutes after being awake for around 30 hours. I can understand now why there is a law that says you can be declared legally insane after going a certain period of time without sleep. Seriously... Sweeper? WHY is she called Sweeper?!

Jellyskull girl with the beach ball head.
Sweeper. She's a keeper.



Guess what. I think I have a new idea for some kind of image. So my huge and loyal fanbase can look forward to a new deviation kind of soon. It turns out the muse I really needed was just a lack of sleep. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/6028531/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/6028531/ Mon, 25 Jul 2005 08:54:09 PDT ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/5962940/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/5962940/ Mon, 18 Jul 2005 08:53:09 PDT "Why?"
"Bill and Fleur's wedding, remember?"
Harry looked at him, startled, the idea that anything as normal as a wedding could still exist seemed incredible and yet wonderful!
"Yeah we shouldn't miss that," he finally said.
His hand closed automatically around the fake Horcrux, but in spite of everything, in spite of the final meeting with Voldemort he knew must come, whether in a month, in a year, or in ten, he felt his heart lift at the thought that there was still one golden day of peace left to enjoy with Ron and Hermione.

Guess what you just read? The last page of the new Harry Potter book!



Now go read something else, for the love of God. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/5692470/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/5692470/ Sun, 19 Jun 2005 07:45:09 PDT
Just..
Damn.

It's a psychological thing, I know, but. Damn.


Oh, and thank you. It's always nice to get a present. Thank you. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/5676228/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/5676228/ Fri, 17 Jun 2005 11:46:02 PDT
-Korsak out ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/5497995/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/5497995/ Sun, 29 May 2005 23:44:53 PDT ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/5303450/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/5303450/ Sun, 08 May 2005 15:15:35 PDT
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WALKTOPUS ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/5026244/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/5026244/ Thu, 07 Apr 2005 14:44:18 PDT Flight Training, printed big at 24" high by 50" long.

I'm pretty happy. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/5012022/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/5012022/ Tue, 05 Apr 2005 22:27:35 PDT
Chalk Figures Drawn Across Campus:
In a third graffiti incident, chalk figure outlines were drawn on the pedestrian footbridge, the exterior of Tiernan Hall, Theta Chi Fraternity House, Anderson Tower, the Corner Store and the Intercampus Drive Bus stop, according to Lafferty. The outlines were drawn to show someone looking around a corner, falling out a window, engaging in sexual activity and someone hanging with a noose around their neck, according to UR Security. Facilities staff cleaned off the figures as they were located, according to Lafferty. The estimated value of the facilities efforts to clean off the chalk from the brick was undetermined at the time of this report, according to UR Security. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/5003383/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/5003383/ Tue, 05 Apr 2005 12:59:38 PDT
If you read this, please send an instant message to "zoho gorganzola" and say:
B V stands for Butt Vuck

As of writing this, we have 52 people who have participated. Tell your friends!

[There is no real explanation for this, aside from us messing with our friend. It's kind of a social experiment I guess.]

UPDATE 4.5.05, 3:56pm : 59 people ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4943291/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4943291/ Tue, 29 Mar 2005 12:48:12 PST ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4794785/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4794785/ Sat, 12 Mar 2005 14:34:44 PST
Cheeseburger. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4681260/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4681260/ Sat, 26 Feb 2005 21:20:15 PST [link]

FACTS:
- My dog is a "party animal", according to my 4 year old sister
- My dog can hunt jaguars. Not the cars, the animals.
- I seriously didn't mean that jaguar thing as a pun, I just didn't want people to go acting like it was.
- I promise.
- I avoid making puns whenever I can.
- Seriously.
- My dog is my second favorite person in the world.
- My dog is reaching her estimated life span, but will surpass it because she's great.
- My dog will never die. I am not in denial.
- My dog has a pendulous mouth. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4653830/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4653830/ Wed, 23 Feb 2005 13:09:04 PST my usb storage device looks like a british police officer. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4625844/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4625844/ Sat, 19 Feb 2005 23:09:11 PST Fuck.
I'm going to regret writing this.

I don't know if I even want people to comment.
Goodnight. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4567992/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4567992/ Sun, 13 Feb 2005 08:30:20 PST
One of the most boring things a person can do is describe their dream to you. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4564513/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4564513/ Sat, 12 Feb 2005 18:47:59 PST The fridge must have run out of freon, because I opened it to get a hot pocket, and discovered the horror of what had happened. A knocked over container of chocolate ice cream melted directly onto harvey. All that's left of him now is a brown puddle. So that's the end of that. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4512986/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4512986/ Sun, 06 Feb 2005 15:05:10 PST ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4490336/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4490336/ Thu, 03 Feb 2005 16:56:57 PST ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4460608/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4460608/ Mon, 31 Jan 2005 09:26:59 PST ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4457657/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4457657/ Sun, 30 Jan 2005 21:45:33 PST ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4449840/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4449840/ Sun, 30 Jan 2005 00:06:01 PST ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4318786/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4318786/ Fri, 14 Jan 2005 13:14:50 PST 1. Fuck, I'm going to be 20.
2. Fuck, I'm going to be a junior in college.
3. I've come to a point in my life where the cookie part of the Oreo is starting to taste better than the cream. That's not a metaphor, either, I'm eating some double stufs. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4287126/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4287126/ Mon, 10 Jan 2005 15:19:09 PST
Home wasn't anywhere near as bad as I had expected. It might have even been kind of... good? That doesn't make my future any less of a black hole, though. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4184147/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4184147/ Wed, 29 Dec 2004 10:29:20 PST
It's time we stop this unfair stereotyping. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4165629/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4165629/ Sun, 26 Dec 2004 22:55:21 PST I feel the cosmos!

(+20 to anyone who gets that) ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4087244/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4087244/ Fri, 17 Dec 2004 10:23:53 PST I stayed up until 5:30 making these. I hope you like.

Oh, and I'm curious to hear opinions of the barbed wire. I added that to the image near the end of the process, and I'm kind of not too sure about it. Thoughts? ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4042450/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4042450/ Sun, 12 Dec 2004 02:37:03 PST So I'm told. We're going to check it out.

Something happens when you go too long without sleep. For me, it was about 36 hours or so, and after a while you don't even feel tired anymore. I don't know what the feeling is, but I guess I could describe it as an intense apathy. I cared about nothing. I could have been arrested, beaten up, killed, it wouldn't matter.
I've been thinking a lot lately about my parents, mostly my dad, and it's been finding its way into my art a lot. I'll get a digital photo or three of the guitar I painted. I just woke up from a dream that was long enough to be a full length movie. There were people living in our house, and we were trying to stop them. Julia died again. I hope this isn't a premonition. They better keep her away from high places. I bet it's annoying to see journals like this. I've just been choking a lot lately on life. It's very grey. It's very gray.

EDIT 121204: But you know what? It's going to be ok. It's all going to be ok, because I'm going to figure this all out. This is just life (back and forth, right?) It's 5:30 in the morning and there's snow on the ground. I don't know why, but I'm smiling. I'm going to figure all this out. I'm in bed and I'm typing and I'm not looking at the screen and I'm laughing quietly to myself and I'm breathing deeply because it's going to be ok. I promise this to myself. And I make a point to never break a promise. Goodnight. There's something I love about the blue glow of electronics in a dark room. There's something I love about that smell outside when it's snowing. grey, sure, but with a hint of blue.Hey, I saw that white squirrel I see every day. It let me walk right up to it, and didn't run away. I didn't even see the crow this time. Oh, right. I've been seeing a white squirrel just about every day, adn then each time I see it i see a crow right after. Omens? Who know. But it looks like I'm rambling on. good song, that one. HAH! I love the night. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4014327/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/4014327/ Tue, 07 Dec 2004 19:58:01 PST
Tonight I rode my bike around campus, drinking coffee, my jacket unzipped and flowing like a cape behind me. Drinking coffee on a bike is no small feat, and I felt like some sort of strange superhero. I was drinking coffee, because my 24 hours were up, and I could stop being "Alex". I don't think any self-respecting Brit drinks coffee.

So I guess that's another personality to add to my roster. It's getting crowded in here. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3943783/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3943783/ Sun, 28 Nov 2004 23:09:56 PST
I have these headaches. The past few weeks. The left side of my skull. A pressure on the temple, stretching behind the eye. It feels like my brain liquifying, and I tend to feel sick. I should really see a doctor about this, or at the very least, not bore anyone by writing about it in my DA journal. But I didn't ask anyone to read this.

They're getting worse, though. I'm dizzy right now. Dizzy dizzy. And the words on the screen elude my eyes.

Oh. Also. No one else so far has been as impressed with this as I have, but I recommend the music video for "Eye for an Eye", by Unkle. It's a collaboration with Massive Attack. The song has grown on me, and I love the sound bytes they used. The animation is what really kicks ass. Very awesome CG. I'm surprised I can get anything this coherent out right now. Everything's a bit blurry.

I bought some extra heavy gel for use with my paints. Impasto time! I've been wanting to do this for a while.

Break was good-ish. I saw a lot of movies, but we're still all boring, and I'd like to have seen a greater variety of people. My fucking parents killed my car. It went and blew a gasket, and that's not just a Modest Mouse quote. It did that. This is way too fucking long. This journal entry, that is. I'm stipo... stoppo... stopping. Typing isn't coming out as well and i need to lie down.. good bye .



Won't you be my head? Cuz I'm through with this one. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3906312/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3906312/ Wed, 24 Nov 2004 04:30:49 PST ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3880825/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3880825/ Sat, 20 Nov 2004 18:45:41 PST The grey days and the alone get to me sometimes.
Apologies. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3860358/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3860358/ Wed, 17 Nov 2004 19:29:03 PST I'm choking. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3842720/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3842720/ Mon, 15 Nov 2004 15:52:34 PST unseasonably warm, but still cold enough to chill my fingers.

I'm getting sick. My head hurts.


OH WELL ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3817569/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3817569/ Fri, 12 Nov 2004 12:46:25 PST Sitting in that lab from seven pm to seven am.

Terrible.

I'm going to fail my class. Sometimes I seriously consider just being a studio art major. I do just as much, if not more work, and I enjoy the hell out of it. It's just a whole lot harder to get a career out of that. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3789101/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3789101/ Mon, 08 Nov 2004 20:31:37 PST A reminder of just how close to Canada we are up here.

I think it's time for a new DevID. I made a new one over the summer, actually, but I was never happy with it enough to submit/use it. I'll think of something. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3713057/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3713057/ Tue, 02 Nov 2004 22:16:19 PST
Now your comments look twice as dumb.






....ok, that's the last time I'm doing this. Promise. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3635306/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3635306/ Wed, 20 Oct 2004 14:39:43 PDT black-eyed angels swam with me
a moon full of stars and astral cars
and all the things that i used to see
and all my lovers were there with me
all my past and futures
we all went to heaven in a little row boat
there was nothing to fear nothing to doubt
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Room full of friends! Mouth full of cake! Every present is for you, and it feels pretty great!
(Who can tell me what that's from?) ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3597139/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3597139/ Fri, 15 Oct 2004 15:14:36 PDT
I hope I don't disappoint anyone. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3579275/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3579275/ Wed, 13 Oct 2004 07:54:29 PDT Jack Black soundboard. This morning I was awakened by the phone ringing. Sure enough, it was them again. I'm kind of an asshole sometimes when I've just been woken up.

Me (arab accent): Hallo?

Jamaican Lady: 'ello my name is Charisse and I'm callin' about a free cred-

Me (normal accent again): HEELLLOOOOO, CHARISSE!

*silence*

Charisse: Thank you for sayin' hi.. dat is my name. You are a student of duh Univeuh-sity of Rochesta, correct?

Me: Haha! YEAH!

Charisse: Why are you smilin' dear?

Me: Oh, I don't know.. I've answered like eight hundred of these calls.

Charisse: Well den, maybe you should consider our offer. We'll send ya an unactivated card in da mail and some in
fuhmation. Den ya can activate da card by callin us.

Me: Actually... I'd really like a Tarot card reading....

Charisse: ....Dis is serious, just accept da offer an look over da infuhmation, because I know you're gonna want dis card.

Me: I know you're just doing your job, and I'm sorry, but I have to go back to sleep.
*****CLICK***** ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3543508/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3543508/ Sat, 09 Oct 2004 08:35:13 PDT Right now they're up for display in the art building, but when I get them back, I'll scan and submit some. Maybe even all of them, but there are definitely a few I like much more.

Enjoy your lives. Time goes by way too fast.


A long time ago, people asked for pictures of me. I have two, here, and here.
I warn you, though. If you're looking for straightforward portraits, you won't find them here.


Fortune cookie from Thai Restaurant:
A beautiful, smart, and loving person will be coming into your life. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3519527/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3519527/ Tue, 05 Oct 2004 14:25:48 PDT
I'm on a roll.






This time.

(finish it) ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3504422/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3504422/ Sun, 03 Oct 2004 16:10:52 PDT How, when you're riding your bike fast downhill and you take your hands off the handlebars to adjust your backpack with the camera and tripod in it, you lose your balance and skid on the ground, then roll forward and land on your feet because it's your instict to land like that.
And your hands are red and raw, and the right side of your head is cut where you hit it, and your left knee and right elbow are skinned and bleeding.

And there's something liberating about it to you, and you don't know why.

And everything about it is fine. Because you made it to be. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3437271/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3437271/ Sun, 03 Oct 2004 13:54:11 PDT Gonna ride around and take photos.
/Photography is expensive\

Question:
I've made a few vector images. They have no real ideas behind them, simply vectored versions of photographs. Anyone want me to submit these? As of now I have a guitar (I actually used the vector image as 's icon) and George W. Bush. There will be more.
SUBMITTED

I really should have been worried and stressed about the Computer Science project that was due today, and that I still haven't finished. But I wasn't, and I'm not. It just.. doesn't seem to matter.

My self portrait is coming along really well, even if I don't think it looks too much like me. FINISHED. I got distracted by the act of painting and forgot that it's supposed to be me. Fun.

I can't think straight. Nothing seems to matter.

I slept wrong last night, and my back hurts today.

I really don't know what to do. There must be something.


This may sound stupid, but a couple nights ago I lay on the grass and sang at the sky. It was sad and calm at the same time, and.. I don't know if I can really handle the night anymore.

And today I'm (still STILL) fine. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3388632/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3388632/ Fri, 17 Sep 2004 23:28:40 PDT really believe it. You'll be walking through the jungle, hear a *foomp*, and see a harmless yellow banana fling through the brush and bounce at your feet with a perfectly cartoonlike "boing". You'll look at it, and your mind will just stop. You'll say "there's no way in hell that banana will kill me. Absolutely no way anyone would do something like that."

Then the banana would kick your ass.



(yeah, I know... worms)
(For some reason, I can't change my avatar. Annoying.) ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3363086/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3363086/ Tue, 14 Sep 2004 16:51:54 PDT
I found out today that I'm already halfway done a major in Studio Arts, so it looks like I'm double majoring. Learning was never this fun.

Art classes give me a reason to create. For the first time in over a month I'm actually looking at my surroundings again, taking in colors and shapes. I have 15 pinhole camera prints on my bed right now, and a half-built canvas in the art building. Say what you want about pinhole cameras, I think they're fun. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3351387/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3351387/ Sun, 12 Sep 2004 22:31:29 PDT
I picked up this habit last year. I start feeling guilty about not brushing my teeth enough, so I start flossing at random times. The problem is that I forget the floss is there and I end up chewing a ball of it because it's minty and good. One time I swallowed the ball. That was bad.

My life is full of excitement, see? ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3340639/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3340639/ Sat, 11 Sep 2004 15:17:15 PDT
I don't understand it at all.

I've been a little inactive here. I just have to get used to balancing my free time with class time again. We're going to start self portraits in my painting class soon, and if it goes well I'll put it up.

Where is my mind? ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3287635/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3287635/ Sat, 04 Sep 2004 19:05:00 PDT 3 brushes: $31.17
Sketchbook: $4.99

Being able to start painting all the time: EXPENSIVE ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3261967/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3261967/ Wed, 01 Sep 2004 13:51:40 PDT I'm not trying to be a pessimist or anything, but I have that feeling. I've had it for a while.

Who wants to be old, anyway?

In the mean time, I'm taking a painting course here. I think it will be good for me, and I'm pretty excited about actually owning a shitload of paint and being able to sit down in my free time with no parents around to bug me.

I bought an OK Computer poster the other day. I like it. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3230600/ http://ihatebeisbol.deviantart.com/journal/3230600/ Sat, 28 Aug 2004 09:26:47 PDT How does it feel? Bittersweet isn't the right word, but it's the first word that comes to mind*.


Here are some funny anecdotes:

- My dad threatened to divorce my mom because she didn't want to bring the dog on an 8 hour car ride.

- My dad doesn't want me to have his smashed acoustic guitar, because he wants to throw it away. I took it anyway.

- My PS2 fell down the stairs when I was moving out. It died.

- My mom opened the back of the car, and my TV fell out. It died.

- It's muggy as hell here. Although I'm not sure exactly how muggy hell is. Maybe hell is hot, but not humid. Something to think about later.


More funny anecdotes to come later.

*Bonus points for anyone who picked up that allusion. ]]> ~ihatebeisbol