My roommate thinks this is gross:
http://www.encounters-festival.org.uk/assets/images/FRESHFLIX/ponyo_10.jpg
): its sooo cute!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
On koalas
Mood: light
V: i dont like koalas. i dont like the way they look at me. they look like pedofiles with their...BEADY eyes.
M: WHY? they didn't do anything to you. it's impossible.....they're so SLOW. and STUPID.
thus, began our research on koalas.
M: did you know....they eat those eucalyptus tree leaves. i think those trees have marijuana or some drug in it. So this means they're always high!
V: OH MANNN.....
M: OH MY GOD. they sleep for 20 hours in a day. they're so slow...and stupid.
V: according to wikipedia, kolas spend about 3 of their 5 awake hours eating.
M: :O. NO they spend 20 hours sleeping. so if they eat for 3 hours, then what do they do for that one hour?
V: and listen to this: " Just after sunset koalas move around and can often be heard "barking" aggressively at other koalas."
M: SO. they spend 20 hours sleeping, 3 hours eating and one hour barking. OH MAN. i wish i was a koala. they have it easy.
V: AND, did you know "Presently, up to 4,000 koalas are being killed each year by cars and dogs"....CARS AND DOGS
M: they're so stupid. and slow. i can't believe this.
V: those marsupials man...
10 minutes later i am talking to Darius and my roommate is grooming herself in the mirror. Suddenly she turns around with a horrified expression on her face. I am thinking, she forgot something vital, or she realized something life threatening or....SOMETHING.
She exclaims "I THOUGHT IT WAS A CATEPILLAR." i have to give her the up down to figure out what she was talking about and i eventually see it. On her skirt clung a fake eyelash leftover from the party she came back from a few hours before. "I ALMOST FAINTED".
I haven't laughed this hard in a very long time.
V: i dont like koalas. i dont like the way they look at me. they look like pedofiles with their...BEADY eyes.
M: WHY? they didn't do anything to you. it's impossible.....they're so SLOW. and STUPID.
thus, began our research on koalas.
M: did you know....they eat those eucalyptus tree leaves. i think those trees have marijuana or some drug in it. So this means they're always high!
V: OH MANNN.....
M: OH MY GOD. they sleep for 20 hours in a day. they're so slow...and stupid.
V: according to wikipedia, kolas spend about 3 of their 5 awake hours eating.
M: :O. NO they spend 20 hours sleeping. so if they eat for 3 hours, then what do they do for that one hour?
V: and listen to this: " Just after sunset koalas move around and can often be heard "barking" aggressively at other koalas."
M: SO. they spend 20 hours sleeping, 3 hours eating and one hour barking. OH MAN. i wish i was a koala. they have it easy.
V: AND, did you know "Presently, up to 4,000 koalas are being killed each year by cars and dogs"....CARS AND DOGS
M: they're so stupid. and slow. i can't believe this.
V: those marsupials man...
10 minutes later i am talking to Darius and my roommate is grooming herself in the mirror. Suddenly she turns around with a horrified expression on her face. I am thinking, she forgot something vital, or she realized something life threatening or....SOMETHING.
She exclaims "I THOUGHT IT WAS A CATEPILLAR." i have to give her the up down to figure out what she was talking about and i eventually see it. On her skirt clung a fake eyelash leftover from the party she came back from a few hours before. "I ALMOST FAINTED".
I haven't laughed this hard in a very long time.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Lifestyle of the Rich and the Famous
I have a mega desk.
Lately I've been really bad about posting and i apologize. I admit it was full out of laziness. Although i did have quite a bit on my plate such as getting sick (YET AGAIN), i still was able to sit down in front of my blank computer but only to find myself staring away nothingness.
When I am in class, i like to vividly imagine my possible future. Sometimes I am a top notch interior designer being called upon by the rich an the famous to design their massive 5 acre homestead or their posh upscale flat. Sometimes i am a famous fashion designer with my own designer label. My creations would be heavily and over-zealously coveted by models, socialites...and the general world. Or sometimes i am a kindergarten teacher loved by all my students and sought after by insufferable parents who wish for "only the best" when it comes to their beloved offspring. I even win over the respect of the difficult child after weeks of coaxing and tactfully disciplining.
): i wonder what I'm doing with my life. My dad likes to tell me i am not ambitious enough and i agree. But it doesn't make me feel any better. Everyday when i sit in math, i wonder what on earth am i doing there? It feels wronger and wronger. I thought i could make myself like something. Everything i know that is attached to math doesn't interest me.
I think it's time for some more searching...
peace.
Lately I've been really bad about posting and i apologize. I admit it was full out of laziness. Although i did have quite a bit on my plate such as getting sick (YET AGAIN), i still was able to sit down in front of my blank computer but only to find myself staring away nothingness.
When I am in class, i like to vividly imagine my possible future. Sometimes I am a top notch interior designer being called upon by the rich an the famous to design their massive 5 acre homestead or their posh upscale flat. Sometimes i am a famous fashion designer with my own designer label. My creations would be heavily and over-zealously coveted by models, socialites...and the general world. Or sometimes i am a kindergarten teacher loved by all my students and sought after by insufferable parents who wish for "only the best" when it comes to their beloved offspring. I even win over the respect of the difficult child after weeks of coaxing and tactfully disciplining.
): i wonder what I'm doing with my life. My dad likes to tell me i am not ambitious enough and i agree. But it doesn't make me feel any better. Everyday when i sit in math, i wonder what on earth am i doing there? It feels wronger and wronger. I thought i could make myself like something. Everything i know that is attached to math doesn't interest me.
I think it's time for some more searching...
peace.
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