Friday, January 30, 2009

best times to high five

right after we discover that someone's hopes and dreams were smashed when they got a girlfriend, during a game of two truths and a lie as an ice breaker in the first english class of the semester in which said individual did wrong by having two lies and a truth, and me and kirk were only one to guess right and high hive insued

bad news yall

i've got visual aids

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

best class of my life

so i totally didn't really watch FACE/OFF the other day sorry everybody. Did have goddamn grilled cheese sammiches. I've been actually been watching FACE/OFF for the last two days and just finished it tonight with my boyfriend Kirk (see below). I feel like a jerk because my girlfriend is typing for me right now. But it's ok because tim doesn't know how to type fast enough and makes a million spelling mistakes and slowly kills jenni while she's waiting for him. And tim says hey I didn't say that. Fine. Jerk. Meow. mow mow mow mo mo mo mo mo mo. mo. mup. mup? mouwww. MOUW MOUWWW!@!! muop. So anywho got back, had a class from 9am to 9pm and both was good. I think my research class is going to be the best class of my life. (jenni just broke tim's canvas by mistake) The best canvas ever made by human hands. So anyway, it's gonna be a good class. One of the assignments is to create dueling lemonade stands against the same class being taught by another teacher. Mhm. Mmm. And my mom sent cookies and it was really good. White chocolate chip macadamia nut and I was, I ate half of what she sent. It was mad good. I say that her cookies taste good because they're filled with love but she says they're filled with guilt. And I say that the guilt taste good too. I also tell her that she does not need to sign text messages because they are from her and she says shut up tim. Then I don't reply. I need a haircut real bad, maybe i'll do that tomorrow. Anything else? I don't think so. Jenni's sleeping her tonight. Let's get busy. END. stop typing jenni. no stop it! STOP ITT NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOO. NUHHHHH STOP ITTTTTTT NOOO THEY'RE GONNA MAKE FUN OF ME. NOOOOOO I'M GONNA LOOK SILLY. EVERYONE'S GONNA KNOW I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TYPE. meep.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

cumbrella

so i remember this one time over a couple of days last summer i had a great time in my own head. it all started with somebody at school one of the last days asking me about or just talking about what you were hoping your life would be like in the future and what you were thinking about it. i didn't really have an answer at the time, perhaps a quasi recognized artist but nothing else. that turned into some dreams in the begging of the summer i had of art openings of mine in the future at galleries and people were standing around talking and eating cheese on bread and drinking out of plastic cups while holding napkins in the same hand, you know whatever people do at art openings. i don't know what any of the art was at all, when ever i dream of art it's never really art, its just people standing in front of where the art should be or it is shrouded in ambiguity, so any whosezzls i was thinking the day after that dream that that art opening was way too bland, that i wanted more than just people standing around with the clear plastic cup and napkin in the same hand, i wanted something more interesting. so the next night i had a dream of another art opening and i really cant remember at all what was going on at all, i don't think i ever, the whole thing was covered in a thick layer of ambiguity, but i remember people outside the doors talking about it amongst themselves in disbelief of what was going on inside there and then returning for a second go. and there some great amazing and gross stuff going on there but my brain refused to let me in on the joke. so the day after that i was contemplating that dream and thinking of this amazing art opening that i had no idea what was going on and i was trying to imagine what it possibly could be but nothing fit, every thing i thought of just didn't make the cut. so it ended up with me siting in my room at my desk staring out the window having a conversation in my head between two imaginary people talking about the openings and the one was asking the other about them, saying: oh i have heard that those things get pretty wild. and the other replys with

"i'm really not at liberty to say just how wild they get, but i can say this... bring a cumbrella"

i couldn't believe that this line just happened in my head, it was so unexpected even though i was making it all up at the time i just could not stop laughing, i actually fell out of my chair with laughter, nobody was in my house and i was on the floor with tears in my eyes from this fictitious character's description of my own fictions future art opening/party. that line is now written on my wall at home and just that line, one time my dad saw it and was like what the fuck that's rude and not even funny.
parents just don't understand

GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICHES

AND FACE/OFF!!!!!!!!!!!

day after first day of class

woke up to a 10 am fire alarm and had to hustle down fourteen flights of stairs and stand out amongst 400 hundred other unhappy campers in seven degree weather. luckily i decided to take my time putting on long underwear and hefty ass jacket but was still very cold. decided to go get coffee with some buds and saw the gf freezing her ass of in just a hoodie and pajamas she refused my coat, i was a gentleman about it yo. then some expensive ass grocery shopping, and decided to get every buy one get one free deal thing and had to deal with explaining 16 doughnuts to myself. then discovered the online halo one demo and killed way too much time playing boris and kirk. then went to go find the jenni, and she has run off to go get gay with her roommate and ignore me after being so chivalrous, but no, i'm going to go get gay with my friend go to stitch and bitch and rub cunts. and after returning to find her i come home to this:

Thursday, January 22, 2009

no dennis

you suck my dick