halloween:
already decided is that i shall be skeletor. this will require effort on 3 fronts as i have nothing .. yeah. front 1 will demand a generous amount of fabric to make a cloak and massively awesome hood to house my head in. and other clothing-related fabrics to ensure my non-nude body running around in a skull mask. which leads to front 2, a skull mask, or makeup prosthetics of a semi permanent nature. front 3 would be props and vocal skills, which can be aquired at a dollar store, or listening to the he man musical. praaaaaaaaaayed! aeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!
another deadly awesome possibility would have to be phantom limb from venture bros. my most favorite villain poses the unique challenge of being a walking torso and no more. marc an i have discussed options of what could be used to hide arms and legs, but this option is perhaps better left in the imagination to hype up people who won't actually see you on halloween but entertain the thought of you being an incredible halloween connoisser.
the remainder of my present halloween addicted brain has landed on being the lead singer of headley. all i'd have to do is have an inflated sense of importance and take off my shirt at every occasion possible. if i were truly committed to the part i would stand in a shower with my hands against the wall and head down with the showery blastness singing gunnin' whilst drawing tattoos on myself and watching them fade quickly. this would require lots of hand i coordination and understanding of writing upside down in several different fonts while staying withing the bounds of tattooist perfection. also i'd have to spend halloween alone because nobody would come to the bathroom just to see me naked and drawing on myself. pfft... i don't need halloween for this...
in other new:
i have a fiendish addiction to packing in perfection. i have tetrisitis, and everything must be immaculate or i must take it out an start over. im very good at packing my car. but it only happens in spurts... pack 2 or three items, have a 15 minute toast break. pack about 5 items, have an hour bathroom and shower excursion. pack or decide what to pack for about 10 minutes, take 6 hours off to socialize and ponder tattoos while playing guitar hero. i'm very disciplined.
EDIT****
skeletor has been done dozens of times even on google image, therefore it is now cliche and stupid as unfrozen soggy peas. now decided for me'n jef = two doctors, both of the venture bros. jef will partake as dr byron orpheus, and i shall go as dr henry killinger, with his magic murder bag. that is all.
Jul 28, 2008
Jul 27, 2008
pontiac vibe 2009
note to self: marry girl who checks off surf/ski in the same day.
life goals = complete.
life goals = complete.
Jul 26, 2008
flip
a month an 6 days really?! thought i had more creativity than that. oh wait, i do. i get into situations where i'm incredibly stimulated and i have words of absolute beauty and perfection flowing through my brain but instead of writing them down i let them brew into a stew, then i throw that stew into a hot oven with all my other thoughts and they lose all resemblance to anything personally original or anything not apathetically based. sigh. so i shall rant about my life! the title, 'flip' is because i find i'm saying it far more than normal. far more. i'm gonna tone it down about 67% so it doesn't become annoying to myself even, but keep up with the FOTC (because flight of the conchords is far to long to type clearly... ps thats the last time i'll use it. i'm not novelizing their genius by putting up on the same mispoken pedestal as LOTR. funnily filmed in NZ... screw any abbreviation with 'of the' in the middle.) based slang because regardless of annoyance, it still owns my life. fingers on keyboard just feel good. straight up.
i just turned 22. i thought that deserved and indentation and a new paragraph. but still no capitals because i haven't referred to anything regarding my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, whom i only use capitals for because really its the only thing worthy of capital lettering. its no disrespect to other valid sources of capitalization, i just feel in my own personal writing i should focus equality to all with my God in exemption of that self inflicted law. I AM OLD! but still stag-in-the-woods young. ladies. stag. deer. male. shoo, i'm single and i like it that way. (oh but you can come.) HA inner dialog about my relational choices. hehehehe. so really i'm no older physically than any other human being. we all decay. LIES i am as old as any other 22 year old and one dayer. flip.
being at this august stage of life where my best friend is leaving me for greener pastures, i've now been outed into the world of finding a place to live, and honestly, i'm super excited for the potential of parking my car by a body of water and falling asleep there. mebe not every night in august, but not having a 'home' to come home to seems like quite the adventure to me. 'aim high' they say. ..... ... what if SIMPLICITY MAKES ME HAPPY! f***ing world. deeming whats acceptable by our standards. NOMADS FOR THE WIN! but only for august. super super excited for two tight roomates once september rolls around, one of whom is pretty much in the exact same leaving situation later on in the year. ps making plans scares me. because my plans could so easily be changed by Gods plans. nevertheless pragmatically i've been told time and time again that a 'planned' future won't lead to homelessness. and i agree, i just... think homeless people sometimes have the right idea. not with begging for food or being hungry, but just with being homeless! how awesome to not have anything and just drink in what the world has to offer.... my goodness what a thrill! but again, only for a month. i wouldn't ever condone this course of action as a viable excuse to 'live free' but perhaps a dabble for awhile couldn't hurt.
but of course i'm house hopping anyways, so never fear! i just need some chunk of floor, and PRESTO! i have a bed. i'm excited. i'm gonna go invigorate my senses by.... drawing? graffitiing on things? learning some music on me knew guitar? (from my dearest love marc. its guy love. love between two guys. you dont' have to understand. you just have to accept.)
PEE
i just turned 22. i thought that deserved and indentation and a new paragraph. but still no capitals because i haven't referred to anything regarding my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, whom i only use capitals for because really its the only thing worthy of capital lettering. its no disrespect to other valid sources of capitalization, i just feel in my own personal writing i should focus equality to all with my God in exemption of that self inflicted law. I AM OLD! but still stag-in-the-woods young. ladies. stag. deer. male. shoo, i'm single and i like it that way. (oh but you can come.) HA inner dialog about my relational choices. hehehehe. so really i'm no older physically than any other human being. we all decay. LIES i am as old as any other 22 year old and one dayer. flip.
being at this august stage of life where my best friend is leaving me for greener pastures, i've now been outed into the world of finding a place to live, and honestly, i'm super excited for the potential of parking my car by a body of water and falling asleep there. mebe not every night in august, but not having a 'home' to come home to seems like quite the adventure to me. 'aim high' they say. ..... ... what if SIMPLICITY MAKES ME HAPPY! f***ing world. deeming whats acceptable by our standards. NOMADS FOR THE WIN! but only for august. super super excited for two tight roomates once september rolls around, one of whom is pretty much in the exact same leaving situation later on in the year. ps making plans scares me. because my plans could so easily be changed by Gods plans. nevertheless pragmatically i've been told time and time again that a 'planned' future won't lead to homelessness. and i agree, i just... think homeless people sometimes have the right idea. not with begging for food or being hungry, but just with being homeless! how awesome to not have anything and just drink in what the world has to offer.... my goodness what a thrill! but again, only for a month. i wouldn't ever condone this course of action as a viable excuse to 'live free' but perhaps a dabble for awhile couldn't hurt.
but of course i'm house hopping anyways, so never fear! i just need some chunk of floor, and PRESTO! i have a bed. i'm excited. i'm gonna go invigorate my senses by.... drawing? graffitiing on things? learning some music on me knew guitar? (from my dearest love marc. its guy love. love between two guys. you dont' have to understand. you just have to accept.)
PEE
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