Sunday, November 2, 2003 11:15 p.m.
Well, I had a perfectly uneventful weekend. Rented DDR Max2. It's pretty nifty. The song list hasn't impressed me all that much. There are a few of my favorites (Let's Groove, Long Train Runnin', Kind Lady) but most of it is just "eh." Lovin' You kills me... it's supposedly a club mix of the song.. but it's just a sample of the song... followed by generic dance trance or whatever. I thought the point of a remix was to change the song... not sample it and then replace the rest. That's what a lot of the music is.. generic dance trance. Pfft.
Anyway, I'm wondering how much of an interest the patrons of the Columbus, Mississippi Blockbuster are going to show in Max2. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I'll see it on the el cheapo used game shelf sometime.
Boring as some of the music is, it has gotten me DDRing again... which means I'm working up a sweat again. Which is good.
Bleah. I think I'm addicted to pork rinds.
Nothing else has happened... played lots of teh Dee Dee Arr. Watched movies. Saw Bend it Like Beckham. It was pretty good. Made me want to try Indian food. Indian weddings are so much more cool than WASP weddings. I'd love to get married in a red and gold sari with gold jewelry and bells and all that. But this white girl would look so dumb.
And... yup. That's it.
Friday, October 31, 2003 07:32 p.m.
Fred... I guess I don't know what it's like to feel those feelings like you do...
But I still want to stab you in the face.
Thursday, October 30, 2003 07:53 p.m.
I have the Kill Bill soundtrack. This song is awesome. I was dancing just a second ago. I bet you wish you could have seen that. :p
I also have the first X-Treme X-Men graphic novel. It's pretty cool. I miss my X-Comics... I guess I'll collect these as they come out. The story is good and the art is great. I like the new Thunderbird. Lifeguard seems like an interesting character. She's pretty anyway. I was upset about Psylocke, though. I'm wondering how Angel will react. Where is he these days anyway? It's been a while since I've read an X-Book.
And it's got Rogue and Gambit being all mushy. I'm such a sucker for that. They were the reason I started reading the X-Comics in the first place. That Gambit... he's such a hottie. *fangirl*
My speakers keep fading in and out... WTF? Stoppit.
There. I'll just play it on the PS2. I guess the stereo is about to die for good.
Hang on. Must dance.
I'm wondering how long before they bring Psylocke back. Is her real body still running around out there with Kwannon living inside it? I'm sure Betsy's psyche is dancing around there in the astral plane somewhere. They could totally get away with another ressurection. This series is well written, though... I hope it doesn't get cheap like that.
Still can't figure out why Storm grabs at Jean's boob in that one frame. I'll have to scan that later...
Thursday, October 30, 2003 12:27 a.m.
The squeaking has diminished considerably. Which is good. I am very sleepy. There is no way I would have been able to sleep with it going like it was.
I'm so glad tomorrow is Thursday. I just live for the weekends these days... and they come and go really quickly. Too quickly, I think. This semester is almost over. That's kinda scary. I feel like life and the world and all that are speeding by me at light speed. I can't slow it down long enough to get what I want from it.
I don't know what I'm going to do at this time next year. And it's going to be here really soon. I suppose it'd be best if I just ignored it and relaxed, but I'm already worried about going back home, finding a job, and leaving everyone I met up here.
It really breaks my heart to think of who I'll be leaving behind. And all the people who will be leaving me behind. Everyone seems so anxious to get away too. I know it's completely unreasonable of me, but I feel a little hurt that people want to get away. I feel like they don't care that they probably won't ever see me again. I worry that they'll forget about me. I don't want to be forgettable.
Then there are those people that have already disappeared on me. Always vaguely out of touch and I honestly wonder if I'll ever see them again. That's always the way people go away, too. They just kinda fade away til one day you realize you haven't spoken to them in a year.
I guess I'm just don't know where I'm going and I just want things to stay the same. I get restless and crave a change, but I think I'm really scared of it.
Wow. I had absolutely no intention of getting this depressing with this entry...
Wednesday, October 29, 2003 08:16 p.m.
I had a big old post written a couple of days ago, but my computer crashed and I lost it before I could post it. I have since been too lazy to rewrite it.
I didn't say much of anything important anyway.
I forget what I was going to say this time...
For one, I've only got one pair of jeans that fit me. I used to love jeans to be huge on me... but now I like them to fit. I've noticed that I also don't freak out if my shirt isn't a tent. I always make fun of those skinny girls who walk around showing a lot of skin... but if I keep going like I am, I'm going to be one of them.
Being skinny is going to be fun. XD
I already walk around like I'm a sexy bitch ('cause I AM.)
The air (or heat more likely) is making this horrible, HORRIBLE squeaking noise in my room. It is driving me ABSOLUTELY INSANE. I wonder if they could do something about it if I turned in a maintenence request. It's coming from the laundry room, I think... so I'm probably the only one that hears it. I've got my music turned up really loud to drown it out... but it's not really working. I swear. I have to get out of this room before I get the urge to kill.
Squeaking is keeping me from thinking straight. Must stop... GRAH.
Sunday, October 26, 2003 12:36 p.m.
Wow. I'm freezing to death here.
Well, it's been a busy weekend, and it's not over yet.
I've been doing lots of Photographying, but I'm not as stressed out about it as I once thought I would be. Thanks to Dick Cheney. He's going to be on campus Monday campaigning for Haley Barbour. Everything is pretty much getting shut down tomorrow. That means our Photo critique got pushed back to Wednesday, giving me a lot more breathing room. Maybe it really is a Grand Old Party.
I was in the photo lab from 3:00 to 8:30ish Thursday. Then after that I went to see Bryan's band. That was fun. Learned some new dance moves. Rock. I don't think I got to sleep til 4:00 AM. Friday I took a very long, very nice nap. We ended up watching movies til obnoxiously late that night. I slept through most of The Neverending Story, though.
Yesterday was more photography and The Ring. I've heard a lot of people going on about how The Ring was dumb and disappointing and not scary at all. But, I figure I'm a big wuss because I had the bejeezus scared out of me the whole time. I actually felt the maggots on my leg at one point and just flipped the hell out. I had a hard time going to sleep. I was incredibly paranoid. It was those horrible faces. Nothing is scarier than a distorted face.
Today I've got to throw together a presentation for French class. That's the only class I have tomorrow that isn't cancelled... and I've got to do a presentation on The Mona Lisa and the Louvre. Blah.
God lord. I'm freezing. Seriously... this is getting unbearable.
If you read this before 3:30... please... bring a blanket to the graphic design lab. I don't think I'm going to last much longer. x.x
Tuesday, October 21, 2003 05:28 p.m.
Well, I preregistered today. I'll be taking 20 hours, including three studio classes plus my honors project... which is basically the Biggest Graphic Design Project EVAR. So lets make that four studio classes. Spring semester will just basically be a big game of "How many holes can Annie put in her stomach lining?" Yay.
Actually, I don't think it'll be THAT bad. I don't have class til 10:00 everyday (and not til 1:00 on Friday). So at least I'll be getting some sleep. I'll definately be putting my studio space to work, that's for sure. I imagine my social life might suffer a bit. (But hey, I was hardly a party animal to begin with.)
While filling out my little form with Mr. Manning, my advisor, he started talking about grad school. He said if I didn't feel like I had gotten all I wanted out of my undergraduate studies, I should really consider an MFA. He was going on about how I could specialize and then I'd have the option of teaching and all that.
I've wanted to go to an art school since I was a junior in high school. I've got a stack of art school catalogues in my room. The ones I really wanted to go to were MICA and SCAD. I think it'd be a great experience. I would learn a lot and meet all kinds of really cool people. But, it's really expensive. I don't think I'd be making enough money once I started my career to justify the debt I'd be getting myself into. Professional experience will probably be more to my benefit once I graduate than an MFA.
You have no idea how jealous I am of those people who are going to get to go to art school. I hope they appreciate all the cool people I'll never meet and all the awesome classes I'll never take. :/
And now back to that take-home exam I forgot all about. x.x
Monday, October 20, 2003 07:29 p.m.
I am so frickin' awesome. I will ROCK YOUR FACE. No kiddin'.
I've lost 40 pounds now. I feel like I'm on a roll (waiting for that plateau any minute now...). So, I'm at Wal-Mart tonight picking up a few necessities and I decide to get a pair of jeans the next size down. It's been a while since I'd dropped a size, so I figure I'll get the smaller jeans and have them so I can keep trying them on to gauge when I've dropped another size.
Well, I get them home and I try them on to see how far I've got to go... and they ALREADY FIT. 40 pounds and two sizes, bitches. I own you ALL.
XD
I'm gonna have to have a garage sale. I've got about five pairs of pants that are too big on me now. :O
XD
Sunday, October 19, 2003 12:09 p.m.
I had a particularly pleasant weekend, I think. I got to see Kill Bill on Friday. That was total awesomeness. I haven't seen a movie that good in a long while. It just looked great. And sounded great. I want to go see it again. Like now. And I want this poster. Schweet.
(I also want to be just like O-Ren Ishii when I grow up. Or maybe Gogo. Sadistic school girls can be fun. "You call that begging? You can beg better than that.")
Yesterday was a campfire behind Allakie's house. It was nice. Felt like autumn. Though there was some guy there who wouldn't shut up about how you can buy beer after 1:00am "back home in Louisiana" and was being very friendly to me. Like a dummy, I ended up giving him my e-mail address. Bleah. At least it's easier to ignore e-mails than phone calls. I'm not that big a dummy.
And I actually got to talk to Will... for like the first time in three months or so. I think I was so flabbergasted that he was talking to me I couldn't say much. He needs to call me back so we can actually talk. :p
I just had a pile of roast beef from Arby's and now I guess it's time to get to work on some graphic design stuff. How boring. :/
Tuesday, October 7, 2003 06:10 p.m.
Well, I tried to complee the transformation. I bought a tube of deep red lipstick. I hate to disappoint you, my Xplo-sama... but it's just not happening. I'm too pale to sport the red lipstick. I look like a clown.
Oh well. It was a cheap lipstick.
Ed sent me the CUTEST present ever! (I can hear the eyeballs rolling around in several heads right now...) It's two little Hamtaro toys. A teeny Muffler-chan with a teeny kitchen and a teeny little pot with a teeny little broccoli that you can put in it. And there's the teeny Tongari-kun with his teeny piano and teeny guitar... and a teeny PEANUT that you can hide in his teeny guitar! omg!
I haven't hidden the teeny peanut yet, as they're still in the packages and will likely stay that way. Just because the packaging is just as cute.
I got nothing done today. But I do have Diablo and Warcraft III. Thank you verra much, Daniel. :D Productivity will be at an all-time low, though. I'm afraid it will be topped however at the massive amount of things I will neglect when FFX-2 comes out next month...
Guh. I'm bored out of my mind. I've got to sit in this lab for two more hours... x.x
Sunday, October 5, 2003 11:30 p.m.
The cutest thing ever, this woman found her third grade diary and created little flash renditions of some entries. You know, I know where MY third grade diary is. I should dig it out. XD
My Xplo-sama has me wanting to go see a marathon showing of all three LOTR movies when Return of the King comes out. I can't think of anywhere close that would be doing that other than maybe the Cinemark in Gulfport. Trouble is, I doubt I could find anyone who'd be willing to go with me. LeAnna would die of boredom if she had to sit through all three movies. Depending on the day, I don't think my folks would want my brother staying out that late. And I'm doubting that even by December I'll be allowed to contact Will again.
I need to find someone who will actually get it when I yell "STILL THE PRETTIEST" at Legolas.
Sigh. As it is, I'll be uber-lucky to get to see it while it's still in theatres.
In other news, I've whittled off about 35 pounds so far. When I look in the mirror, I don't see a huge difference yet. I'm guessing it's because I look at myself in the mirror everyday. It's such a gradual change it hasn't struck me yet. Or because I've got so much to lose that 35 isn't going to show up as dramatically.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I feel good. Really good. I feel more comfortable in my own skin than I have in a long time. Yeah, I'm still incredibly self-concious (not only about my weight) but I feel more confident now than I ever have in my entire life. For example, I bought a pair of yoga pants to work out in. The thing about these yoga pants is that they fit really close to my legs. And it's a knit material so it shows jigglies much more than jeans would. I would never have put those pants on three months ago. Now I walk to Pilates class in them like it's nothing. It's great.
It'll be a long, long time before I think of myself as anything other than "the fat girl," but at least I don't feel unbearably gross anymore.
So, for that guy who laughed when I said I'd be skinny one day... and for that other guy asked me if I liked being "big"... pppphhhbbbt. :p I'm still big, far from skinny... but dammit. I'm a whole lot happier.
Saturday, October 4, 2003 07:12 p.m.
I am going to the thrift store very soon. At the top of my list: a pair of big, ugly, black boots.
Then I'm going to buy some red lipstick.
And then I'm going to ROCK YOUR WORLD.
Oh, HELL yeah.
Saturday, October 4, 2003 06:25 p.m.
So yeah. I did it. I've got a lot of black dye sitting in my hair at the moment. And a whole lot of dark purple smudges on my face. It's messy. This is kind of addictive, you know. Between this and the mehndi, I can see why all those body mod junkies do what they do. I'm just waiting for the day when I don't get the same buzz from Clairol dye and henna and I decide to go out and get something(s) pierced.
Speaking of henna, my hand is fading already. It's hard to keep stuff on my palms. It looks great when it first goes on, that's where henna gets it's darkest, but it's difficult to keep the palm of your hand from getting wet or rubbing too much against stuff. Oh well. That just means I get to do it again. :o
I need to find someone to do my right hand. Or become ambedextrous. Or however it's spelled.
Wax cylinder recordings just sound cool. Lots of old, nostalgic texture. They're awesome.
Way Too Personal. Finding love on the internet can be an ugly, ugly thing. But this site is great.
Please, sir. Can I have some more?
Friday, October 3, 2003 03:36 p.m.
This is what happens when Annie has too much free time. I covered my left hand in henna. I scanned it because I don't have a digicam. You can't see the bits where the design wraps around to the back of my hand, but most of it's there. This was done while the paste was still on my hand, so now it's a dark red-orange instead of that dark brown. It's pretty nifty, I think. My first attempt at freehanding a design and I'm pretty proud of it.
I also got A Perfect Circle's new album. It is really, really awesome. I think my favorite track is Blue. Weak and Powerless and The Package are also way up there. Of course, they're all great. I thought I was going to agree with the Daniel and not like The Nurse Who Loved Me because of the strange noises in the background, but when I sat down and gave it a good listen and really paid attention to the lyrics, I realized that I like it. A lot. Those weird noises in the background are great. It paints a very enjoyable and intriguing mental picture, you know?
Now I need to get a copy of Andrew W.K.'s The Wolf, Rancid's latest, Tori's Scarlet's Walk, and those ever-elusive Sahara Hotnights albums.
My room smells like sausages. x.x
In other news, I've grown completely bored with the internet. I need to supplement my current interwebbing with a new community or something. Mebbe a new message board or forum. Something not connected with video games or anime this time, mebbe. x.x
Wednesday, October 1, 2003 10:58 p.m.
Martin Sargent is the only man for me. He's that funny, adorable dork I've been waiting for. His internet prowess is also a turn on.
I'd send him an e-mail proposing marriage, but I think that might be a little forward of me.
But hey, Marty, if you ever see this... I'm free for dinner whenever you are.
And if you aren't interested, put in a good word with Adam for me.
Blingo.
Heh. That was an awesome ATHF.
So the video for Limp Bizkit's cover of "Behind Blue Eyes" just came on.
Background Noise: Santa Esmeralda - Don't Let Me be Misunderstood
Background Noise: Clutch - Twenty-Four Earth Years
Background Noise: Pearl Jam - Masters of War
Background Noise: Tori Amos - Little Amsterdam
Hello, babies.
Background Noise: FFX-2 OST - 1000 Words
Hello, kids. :D
Background Noise: A Perfect Circle - Gravity
My poet name is Daphne Quaffalot. Isn't that special? Ladies, find yourshere and gentlemen, if you'll go here.
I have black hair.
Background Noise: A Perfect Circle - Weak and Powerless
Background Noise: A Perfect Circle - A Stranger
I've come to a conclusion.
