November 1st, 2004

Cyclor - cannibal lord of the pumpkins!

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Weee, 4 hours of sleep! I really need to clean the rat cage. And today Sue didn't show up for figure drawing class, so despite the lack of teacher, half of us stayed and drew for an hour, and Matt the model got to direct class. So I decided to not use conte crayon (my favorite) for once, and I just went crazy with pencils and some old oilbars I had from like 5 years ago.

Anyway, the weekend was cool. Brandon and Jordan were visiting (yay!), and it was nice to see them again even though I barely saw them. Nick, Derek, and I went to see Donnie Darko at the Academy yesterday. I went goth yesterday (basically the same outfit as Delirium without the wings and a different shirt, plus black makeup). I looked sexy. It was scary.

From my sister's AIM profile:
halloween was awesome!me and juls were hookers!!
blupyglet: you guys dressed as hookers? and how is this different from normal?
^haha thanx ade(my wierd ass sister up at college)

Ah, my kid sister, dressing like a whore for Halloween. Nothing out of the ordinary. And when I think to myself, "Man, she's so young, why dress like a hooker?" I remind myself that I did the same thing for Halloween when I was 15 (at that point, I was only 6 months older than she is now), and I had a friend who had prostituted herself when I was even younger. I'm quickly becoming a crotchety old lady, even though I'm not even old. Or even middle-aged. I'm still pretty young. Still in school. But old at heart. Says the girl who buys toys and watches cartoons all the time.

And you know what I really really hate? Depression. For what it does to my friends. They're amazing, beautiful, wonderful people, yet this inner evil tears at them and makes them hate themselves or sit around doing nothing all day when they could be out being amazing. Grrrrr. And there's no real cure, so the majority of my friends have this chronic demon inside them that won't let them be happy for more than, say, 5 minutes at a time. Me stab!

On the other hand, Cyclor is risen, and I will have pictures up soon. Including pictures of rats and stuff!
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Cyclor - cannibal lord of the pumpkins!

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I've been doing this survey thingy about my drinking habits for the past few days (drinking as in all beverages, not just alcohol), and I'm realizing something. Not only am I not drinking enough (2-3 beverages a day when I should be getting 8 glasses of water a day), I'm stuck in a rut. Seriously, I've been drinking water, iced tea, and apple juice almost exclusively lately. A few different varieties of iced tea, but still iced tea. It's what I almost always order in restaurants too (even though Zan once told me it was a boring grownup drink). Hey, speaking of restaurants, Ben's big 21 is coming up! On the 15th! Don't listen to what he says, it's not the 8th, even if his driver's license is actually correct this time. We celebrate it the 15th. And we're going to take him to Los Compadres again, and this time he's going to drink something alcoholic, even if it's just one fruity, girly drink. I'd bake him a cake in my special pan, but that wouldn't be very funny since he isn't even remotely flaming. And we'd get him a stripper, but then Jess would kill us all and then take the stripper for herself. Heee!

So, election day is tomorrow. I already sent in my absentee ballot. I just want to say that I don't give a crap who you're going to vote for, just vote. Unless you're under 18, you poor souls. Especially you poor souls who are 17 1/2 and won't be able to vote for the next president until you're 21. Because I know what that's like. Even though I probably would have voted for Bush in the last election. Stop making those retching sounds! Why are you all running away? I had issues back then! Worse than now, almost! Come back here! *sniff* Anyway, I'm not going to come out of the political closet and tell my very Republican family who I voted for. At least not until I'm financially independent. Though I have no idea what I'm going to do after graduation. There are a couple people I might want to live with, but I don't know. It's kind of depressing. But hey, I still have a semester and a half left. I registered for 2 classes today: Forms of Drama (with Bulman, one of the most amazing teachers ever) and Clinical Psych. I need to get the add card thingy signed for the advanced fiction writing workshop, so I'll stop by Kerry Bakken's office tomorrow. I haven't had her yet, I hear she's tough but you learn a lot. And Ben will hopefully be in that class too, so we can make fun of each other's writing. Er, I mean, critique it. Because we don't do enough of that at Golem. And Nesset will be my comp advisor, since he's the fiction guru here. So I'm going to submit a couple works of fiction to him and Chris Bakken by Friday so I can hopefully get approved to do a creative comp (I think it will be approved, since I'm a good writer despite my lack of self-confidence). And then the comp proposal! Weeee! I think I'll do a collection of short stories. It kills me that I can't do genre or young characters, since that's what I love to write, but I can do it. 50-70 pages of polished fiction in a semester really isn't that bad. Sure, I'll be taking 3 other 300-400-level courses, but I don't think this comp will destroy me. Once I get my proposal approved, I can get cracking and at least draft out some stories, particularly over winter break. I can get some inspiration in Hawaii. Yaaaaay! So things will be ok.

Note to body: Stop being retarded and just heal already. It's not that bad. You don't have to keep bleeding every time something barely brushes the hurt area. You're scaring me, even though I know nothing is really wrong. Be a good little body and heal yourself.

And this is me not getting work done. But hey, I registered, that's productive. 2 classes down, 1 to go, plus comp preparations. Weeee! Vote Cyclor!
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