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| Okay, whoever is messing around with my xanga -- and this includes you, Lizzy, because who else could this be? -- is a JERK.
STOP IT.
VAS TE FAIRE FOUTRE, PUTAIN!
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| Yesterday, I went and saw Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest with Molly (it was opening day), and I cannot express how freaking awesome that movie is. Some people were put out because it obviously stopped in the middle of the story (I mean, the biggest cliffhanger in the history of cliffhangers), but I actually didn't mind it. The reason: in my opinion, if a story has enough plot that it has to take up two movies, then that makes it all the more complicated and better. More plot = More happiness, yeah?
Seriously, though, it had me squeeing hours after I regretfully left the theatre. I tried playing DDR to burn off some of my hyperness, but I was wearing these high-heels that I'd just bought (earlier that day at a Thrift Store with my mom)--and let's just say that that didn't end well. My legs were burning, and it wasn't because it was on standard--when I usually try standard, after all, I get tired, but my legs don't hurt like that--no, the high-heels definitely played a part in my pain. Dang shoes.
Anyway, Molly and I then went to Starbucks (of course), I showed her something I'd written, I really don't think that she liked it, and then we went outside and waited on some benches. While we were waiting a creepy black guy (at least he wasn't old) came and tried to pick us up. I told him my name was Allisa, as Molly called her dad asking him to pick us up. The guy then was like, "What are you doing tonight?" and (while thinking, "Why the hell should I tell you?") I told him that we were going to see the play Cats at Pinewood Bowl in Pioneers park. From his look, I'm tempted to say that he didn't even know what a play was. But, dauntless, he informed us that we should take him with us. And ("The nerve of this guy!" running through my head) I tried to get him to back off.
He finally did when he caught wind of the fact that we were in high school. Man, he was out of there in a second. I hate men who are obviously trash. But the worst part is that he probably approached us because he thought that I was trash, too, because of what I was wearing (which was just my white outfit! Not trashy!).
Anyway, Molly's dad gave me a ride home, and I only had time to change my clothes before I had to go do make-up. I layed out a blanket for us to watch the show from (front, front "row") and then went to do the make-up. After make-up, I climbed through the bushes to get to the audience area, from which I acquired a scrape (to which I give a horrified gasp).
I loved the Macavity song and the sparkly fortune-teller cat song, too (even though the sparkly cat--who looked like Sexieme--had a freaky high-pitch voice). Oh, well, I'll thump thump him anyway (and that sounds really dirty, even though it isn't).
Today, I didn't really do much. Started a Copic picture, lounged around thinking about a plot, and did make-up (and omigosh--I remembered all of my cats colors!). I also found out that I'm going to start detasseling Tuesday. Ew--but, hey! Money!
Um...Yeah.
Fact of the day: All triangles are congruent to themselves.
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| My new drawing pad's cover has now been covered with words warning of Hentai, Yaoi Pron, Yaoi Smexing, Fapping, etc. Seriously, if the warnings on my last notebook were anything, they're nothing compared to this time...as well it matches to the vulgarity of each drawing pad.
I...am a horrible, horrible person. I'll comfort myself by saying that--hey, if writing gay porn is so normal (which, in my little niche, it is), than drawing can't be much worse. As a warning to anybody else, NC-17 fanfiction and the Slash Tips for Fanfic Writers website do not mix well together.
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Oh, and Molly--I actually did a couple of those Google image searches. They're surprisingly clean--seriously. It's freaky.
Aside from that (which I will not dwell on because it's pathetic how much it makes me wish that I was a guy for the hawt mansecks) I just had art lessons at 9 this morning. We pretty much just talked about maybe attempting to sell one of my Copic drawings. I'm doubtful that it'll work, but...whatever. It would be nice having the money.
Also, I drove around Lincoln (and beyond) with my dad for about 45 minutes today. We will never speak of it again.
Last night Chris, Erica, Molly, and Lizzy came over to my house (though Chris left way early and Lizzy came way late) for a fourth of July "party." It was fun--albeit totally dorky. We pretty much sat around playing DDR, the continuing-sentence game, and Scattergories--then sat around talking about girly and not-so-girly stuff. All the same, it was intertaining and the fireworks from the Country Club were awesome, as always. Fireworks truly are an amazing invention.
The rumble they cause crashing across the land, creating a wave is the coolest thing about them, in my opinion. You can hear the first crack, and immediately thereafter the distant echoes.
Love.
I thought Lizzy was going to come over today and play DDR, but she never called or showed up, so I guess not.
Fact of the Day: It's possible for "men" to have the XX genotype and "women" to have the XY genotype. Freaky, huh?
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| This morning I got curious about the so-freaking-obviously gay guy (the one who's probably around my sister's age--18) who's in the Cats play at Pinewood bowl. And I must say that it's frightening how easily I found his Myspace (or maybe it was just my mad Google skills).
He (Andrew Johnson is his name) definitely intrigues me because he's gay--but not only that, but because he's obviously gay. Not on sight--his appearance doesn't reveal anything about his sexuality (except maybe the way he dresses would, but that doesn't count since I'm talking about natural facial structure and look--natural girlishness), but his voice, oh, his voice: dead give away. It's this combination these two things that fascinate me most.
If you looked at him, you'd think something along the lines of: "Wow, he's really handsome! He looks like he's an ancient Greek statue sprung to life." (Seriously, he looks exactly like a Greek or Roman statue when it comes to facial structure. It's freaky!) And then you hear him talk, and your thoughts turn immediately into: "Omigosh--he's so gay. Like woah."
Why do some gay guys develope that certain, definite "accent"? Usually accents develope when you're surrounded by people who talk with that same accent. However, in America we know for certain that an incredibly small percentage of people (men) speak with that accent--in fact, I bet that most gay men don't even encounter any other man with that gay lisp in their childhood, yet they still manage to develope it!
This leads to the thought that it's something that naturally developes as told by genes but, as I was discussing this with my sister, as far as she knew, boys who will later turn out to be gay don't speak with that kind of accent in their childhood--which I do believe is true. And, as my thought process went, is it not strange to think about people speaking in Latin thousands of years ago with that gay accent? Because if it was something defined by genetics they would have.
It's just...mind-boggling for me to think about it. I'll have to do some research.
But anyway, during today's Cats make-up session, the other girl who was doing the chorus' make-up was gone, and thus only my sister and I had to do around 30 people's make-up. I think that I was going slightly faster than Izzy was, even though I continuously cover too much of their faces in make-up--after all, since the chorus people are less important, more of their face should show. Hah, my ass. I'm surprised that Paul (the drag queen who is the head of the make-up team) hasn't caught me yet, but since he hasn't, I'll keep doing it.
During the Cats session, all of the make-up team (except for Izzy, who was being...un-fun) wore these colorful plastic head-bands that had two wriggly, furry pom-poms on the top. (I wore two: a bright green and blue, that mixed surprisingly well--but they fell off on my last person.) Paul kept commenting that wearing them made him want just throw on a nice dress.
Bad influence on Audrey.
Besides that, I was mostly messing around with my Copic markers today. I even started drawing on my wall (but it looks like crap, so...). I was finally finishing my two pictures that I had to stop on because I ran out of ink--and, if I do say so myself, I was being quite creative.
And by creative, I mean that I totally decimated my picture that Molly, Lizzy, and Katie said looked like bondage. I can't wait to show them, and watch their horrified faces twist.
I don't even want to know how much ink I used on it.
Ah...I worked on my comic today also, but I stopped at a certain point because I feel the need to consult with Molly--as to whether I should alter the plot from that point on or not.
And I've been feeling the urge to write lately. Note to myself concerning that: krypt angst, yeah?
Fact of the day: the eye is one of the fastest self-healing body parts (aren't they all self-healing, though?).
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| I was suddenly struck with a sense of motivation to update this thing. It's been--what, one and a half months? The main motivation for this was Molly, actually--I have to admire her for being able to keep this thing up for so long. And, because I suddenly am feeling a very strong urge to catalogue every detail in my life right now (so few in number they are), I've decided that--especially since I have so much free time with it being summer--I shall try to stop abandoning this journal. So prepare for the most boring and long entries detailing every single little thing happening in my life. And since I've got a lot of catching up to do, expect this one to be especially droll.
Anyway, on the 22nd of last month (June), I rustled around on the Copic marker website because I had run out of ink for a few of my Copic Sketch markers, which I absolutely adore. As my luck had it, they all ran out right in the middle of a picture that I was doing, where I needed those colors. So I was going around and marveling at their selection (love!) and finally ordered ink refills for Aqua Blue (which isn't at all aqua), Neutral Grey No.3, Neutral Grey No. 6, and the colorless blender. Also on the way, I picked up the Sketch markers Dark Suntan and Lapis Lazuli (because how could you resist something with such an awesome name?).
My mom had them sent to the shop so that, if the package needed to be signed off, there would surely be somebody there to do it (whereas, at home, that's questionable). So my dad plopped the unopened package down in my lap at about nine last night, to which I gave a somewhat distracted cheer (for, at the time, I had been shamefully reading fanfiction that was so bad that it made me giggle).
And thus, I've been refilling my markers this morning (which actually takes a suprising amount of time). I kept spilling the two greys on my hands, and as I found out this morning, Copic marker inks are waterproof. So now it looks like I've got melanism or something (and I'm somewhat tempted to purposefully drop more of the ink on my skin just to see what it looks like).
Oh, I just had the thought that--since the markers are waterproof--maybe I could make "tattooes" with them. It's shameful that it took me that long to think of that.
Anyway, the reason why I've been on a strange Copic marker kick lately after abandoning them for what I think is about a year, is all because the visit to Hobby Lobby (which I found out was a Christian-owned company) a couple of weeks ago that my father dragged me to. Much to my surprise, they had a little collection of Copic Sketch markers, and remembering that I had run out of ink on my skin-color markers, I bought replacements. This prompted me to actually use the markers. Doing so, I fell in love with them.
It causes me to wonder at the reason why I wasn't enthused about them when I originally bought them, but I'll just chalk it off to my...inexperience (ha, anyone believe that?).
Anyway, Dick Blick's website has a better deal if your going to buy the markers (a $4.46 per marker versus a $5.95), but Copic's official website has a psychotically larger selection. (If you're going for the ink refills, the only place to buy them is Copic's website--Blick doesn't even carry them.)
Wow, that was a really long rant just about markers.
Since I last updated this thing (so long ago that was), I don't think that I've talked about Dance Dance Revolution at all--because the craze hadn't started yet. Yikes, that's strange.
It started when we were waiting to go into the X-men 3 theatre, I do believe. We were at the Grand, where there is a small arcade area--and waiting, we went searching for entertainment by way of games. There was one there--a DDR machine, which I recognized because, in California, my family had occasionally gone bowling, and at the bowling alley, there had been a DDR arcade game, which I enjoyed the few times I had been able to use it. Thus, I do believe it was me the initiated the gaming on the DDR that night.
Anyway, we played a little (me more than a little ashamed at how horrible I was, especially when anime club's Tony showed up with a few friends and totally pawned us--even though we didn't technically play against them, only watched), and think it was that that planted the seed within Molly and Lizzy's minds too.
Some time later, we returned to the Grand (it was a Saturday, I believe) for the sole purpose of playing DDR--which we did. Katie was with us that time, and in the end, I mostly played against her, while Lizzy and Molly played together. We eventually left, after Tegan, Emma, Megan, and another girl who I can't recall showed up--though we only uttered a few words to each other, mostly opting to ignore the rival group's existence. Although, I did leave with an impression made by Emma because I think that she actually was doing fairly well on a Light (which, at the time, was quite unthinkable for me when I could hardly do Beginners).
After that encounter, I was completely enamered. My mind was so completely riveted to acquiring DDR that it could barely wander from the concept. The following Monday I visited Best Buy and dropped about $280 from the money that I had gotten from my Star Art sculpture.
DDR is certainly an amazing invention, in my opinion, but a problem with it is that when you have a crowd of people behind you (in your house) only two can go at a time, and thus boredom arises. It's better when you only have one, maybe two people over at your house (and, saying this, it isn't meant as an insult to anybody).
I've gotten much better at it. Where before I could barely pass a Beginner, I am now able to do the majority of Lights and a few of the low level Standards.
I was playing it all through the week that was interupted by the Bright Lights class that I had to assistant teach in. The class, thankfully, was "Looking for a Comic Book Hero"--is that not perfect or what? Past that, there isn't much to say except that: I note it as strange that the teacher seemed more comfortable and personal around us assistant teachers (there was another one--a guy in college at UNL whose name was David) than she did around the children themselves; and also, as a tip to aspiring elementary and even middle school teachers, (and I know I shall be called stupid for this) don't try to make sexual jokes to the kids. Seriously. They either make this awful face of disgust or they...well, actually, it was mostly faces of disgust staring back at me, boring into my frivolous soul... Stop looking at me like that.
Let's see... Ah, yes, after a short break of nothing, my sister confronted me and asked if I wanted to do make-up for Pinewood Bowl's production of Cats (Pinewood Bowl is in Pioneers Park, for all those who didn't know). I agreed and thus have been "busy" with that.
It's not the most enthralling thing, but I've found that I actually don't mind--maybe even enjoy--doing people's make-up. I suppose I just wish that I could have a little bit more freedom in my designs--because I'm restricted to doing the vauely monotonous chorus people's faces, which is somewhat demeaning considering that two other girls get to do the main actors and actress' faces. Ah, well, it's fun anyway--although the standing around for half an hour outside the bathrooms, waiting to wash the crusting paste on your hands off, is not fun. Why can't the damn prisses change in the room outside the bathroom? Fine, a few people will--oh, no--see you, but at least the people who actually need to use the bathroom will be able to.
Oh, and Katherine from school is in the play as one of the chorus people. I did her make-up yesterday (I think it was a brown and red scheme). I'm not sure why, but for some reason or another my sister loathes that girl.
And--I don't know how I could forget this--I've actually been working on a Rising Stars of Manga entry. I have all of the thumbnails planned out and I've mostly sketched the lay out of the boxes on the bristol board--I've even started to sketch out the rough draft on the Bristol board! My gosh, I've gotten far (all things considered). I'm actually somewhat excited about it--if not for the actually sucky-ass plot, for my art which I am determined to make the best (to beat out all the rest!).
I think that that's my update for now. Mark it, though, that I will return later!
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