Happy 4th of July, folks! Let's all celebrate a day when a bunch of angry people said "fuck you" to tea, taxes and England.

Anyway, here is an artist's rendition of America pwning England:

YEAH, take that, you limey bastard. That's what you get for sending your Black and Tans in to kill the men and women and children of my country resulting in many of my uncles getting shot and hiding in haystacks and praying to God they wouldn't be found... oh wait sorry, that was in Ireland, silly me :9 England, why do you burn every bridge you cross?

Posting Hetalia art because I miss Lily way too much ;∆;

I can't even begin to describe the craziness of the dream I had last night, but I'll attempt it.

The dream began with a film, which was light, children's fair until one of the characters RAPED AND TOOK A PISS ON the female main. Then there was a massive orgy of this guy cloning himself and raping tons of women and underage boys. One of the boys had blood coming out of his throat from how much his throat had been fucked. WHAT THE HELL. Then, the movie returned to normal without any mention of it ever again. After it ended, I asked everyone about the scene with the rapings and no one else saw it, so I assumed I had nodded off at some point and dreamed it up, but the imagery stuck in my mind and it disturbed me, ironically, in the dream that I could imagine such things.

Then I guess I switched conciousness to the main female character from the film, and took this train all over the place, and it had a lot of trouble with leaning and stuff and I almost fell off. We had to get our ticket stamped before we could get the complamentary lunch, and I was super hungry so I kept going looking for the ticketmaster to give him my ticket so I could get my lunch of curly fries and... something. But our train came to a halt suddenly as it was announced there was a madman holding a little girl hostage with a gun on the tracks, so we had to wait until someone dealt with that. So, sitting there, I, as the character had an introspective and extremely trippy internal dialouge about whether I deserved to live based on the deeds I had done and if I could go out there and sacrifice myself in place of her. But it ended abruptly as the little girl was shot and killed and we continued along our merry way. As soon as I got home, I took a whole bottle of sleeping pills in an attempt to kill myself, and apparently went to heaven where God was a knight on a white horse and golden armor. He was holding a jousting lance and his face looked simply ridiculous, like some terrifying Clannad or Air character or something, with big, airbrushed eyes. He told me that I wasn't supposed to die now, and sent me back down to my body. The whole time I was thinking, it's not my time to go, but that little girl could die and you were just fine with that?

Then I switched back to myself, still in the dream. I was hanging out by my house, only it wasn't my house, it was super different, but it was my house in my mind. The L tracks (the subway/metro trains in Chicago) were right next to my house, and the trains kept rushing by, except they were perfectly silent... then I believe I recounted my entire dream within the dream to my mom. Then I woke up, I think.

It was a ridiculously realistic dream though. I mean, I felt like I was right there in it. Which was kind of terrifying considering all the crazy shit that happened.

Michael Jackson is dead, Farrah Faucet is dead, and me, I feel also not so good.

Actually I'm fine but WHAT THE FUCK, WHY IS EVERYONE DYING. SERIOUSLY. JUST... CALM DOWN  AND... KEEP LIVING

The most pathetic journal entry I ever wrote:
"Thursday, June 10th, 1999
Sometimes I feel like I wish my whole life was turned around so I could have more friends. Ok. Well. Bye. I'll write soon."
Aww, I was even more pathetic at 8 then I was at 14 when my 19 year old e-boyfriend dumped me for a younger woman.

Working all of tomorrow, from around 7:30 am to 6pm probably. At least it's for my dad, which means I'll be treated to lunch and I don't really have to talk to anyone besides him, which is easy, since my dad and I have almost all the same interests.

Then Thursday I'm working at Subway again (whoo hoo~) and then I get to come home to AN EMPTY HOUSE... YEAH!!! Party time. Partying with... MYSELF. I'll probably just watch cartoons like the nerd I am. They won't be back until Saturday evening; pretty cool if I was a rebellious kid who wanted to do rebellious stuff, but too bad I'm not. Maybe I'll fill up the bathtub and turn off the lights and do some crazy sensory deprivation stuff. I'll probably just end up watching Altered States and Tommy for a Ken Russel double-feature mind-mash.

Either way, I just gotta remember to feed the dogs.

I spent about two and a half hours playing Katawa Shoujo, I have no idea how anyone can play Eroge and not get bored. It would be different if you could blow stuff up or shoot things or collect items or if it was some sort of side-scrolling game that WASN'T just about doing it with disabled girls, but also included doing it with disabled girls, I might be interested. Rinstar Runner is the best part of all, but I dislike the deaf chick and her airheaded pink-haired girlfriend. Come on, why do they hate that poor, shy burn victim so much? She's like the cutest one ;A; Still, since Rin is hilarious, I like her more than the other girls.

Looking forward to the finished game so I can save and do other stuff and eventually get to doing it with a disabled girl instead of wondering when I get to make my next desicion and angsting about my heart arrhythimia.

Well, I saw the new Star Trek the other night; it was pretty awesome, and I really liked it, actually, which surprised me. I'm a pretty old-school trekkie (well, not that crazy). Anyway, I was worried about BASICALLY EVERYTHING. Spock was pretty good, I didn't "get" the romance between him and Uhura-- I always loved Uhura in the original series so her weirdly pointless romance was kind of a dissappointment, like they needed a reason to have Uhura instead of Uhura just being there and being on the crew like she always was on the series. I never remember them having a thing on the series anyway. What the hell. Kirk was alright, he didn't have that same Kirk feel to me until the end, maybe because they killed his dad off so he wasn't as Kirk as he could be, but probably because no one can act the same way William Shatner can (probably for the best.) Chekov was super cute, like a puppy, but why was he even there, since Chekov wasn't on the Enterprise until later in the series? Whatever, I always loved Chekov as a kid, so I didn't mind at all that he was there. Bones was freaking perfect-- I was laughing my ass off. He was so great. Sulu was pretty funny... I was so glad when Scotty appeared because I was a little worried when about halfway through he wasn't there. He was just funny.

I liked the Romulans, they were pretty cool. Pretty scary. They kept mentioning the Klingons, I was hoping I'd see some, just to see whether they did them in the original, Angry Spaniard style or with the ridges. The ships looked awesome.

The plot was pretty fucking Star Trek. I was happy that they didn't even try to deny the roots of "What the--" that was consitant in all of the original series. Time travel, parallel realities, and red matter... perfect. It was just fun, man.

Yeah, so, it was mostly funny and cute; I left the theatre feeling happy and ready for more Star Trek. I think I might go down and watch some of the original series on TV.

I think one of my earliest memories of Star Trek is watching Wrath of Khan as a kid. The scene when Khan puts the bug into Chekov's ear, and I couldn't sleep after I saw I was so freaking scared. What was wrong with my parents, lol. On top of that, it was, like I said, one of my favorite characters being targeted, which is probably why I spent most of my youth writing fanfictions in which my favorite characters got wounded, tortured or brutally killed. Thanks a lot, Wrath of Khan.

That's all I got to say about Star Trek for now. I still love Voyager, no matter what anyone says lol

Lily has gone back to Savannah today. I'm seriously sad; I know because I'm not crying, just sitting around wishing I would cry because then I would feel better. I laid in her bed for about 10 minutes just because I miss her... not seeing her everyday, or even at all for that matter in the next two and a half months is going to be incredibly hard. It was awesome to have her here, and I had so much fun... but I think that having all that great time together is going to be more painful to be apart. I don't know, I relish the fact that she came here at all, and that we're together and happy.

Anyway, gonna go eat guacamole in an attempt to cheer myself up....

It sucks the worst when a really awesome person like Prof. Jeremy Mullins dies. I'm more angry than anything else. I feel like it's completely unfair. He was only 32 for fuck's sake. The only consolation I can find is at least he died doing something cool.

I'm considering joining Twitter but I'm worried it will make me into more of a self-absorbed moron.

Allergies, maybe?

It's really pissing me off because otherwise I'd be having the best time of my life with Lilier~

But instead I'm achie and complanie like a bum, ;A;

Two Bs and an A

The miracle has arrived~

Lol my bff from highschool sent me the instrumental version of this... I had to post the song, especially considering one of my friends is graduating, and who knows, this might make her feel...something!? (it's the thought that counts?)

It's cheesy but seriously

It always makes me feel so happy

SUCH A BRO SONG

LET ME BE THE ONE YOU CALL
IF YOU JUMP I'LL BREAK YOUR FALL
IF YOU NEED TO CRASH
THEN CRASH AND BURN
YOU'RE NOT ALONE
IF YOU NEED TO FALL APART
I CAN MEND A BROKEN HEART


But on top of that, I'm sick with the flu or something... GLAD I'M ALMOST DONE WITH SCHOOL~~~~~~

Ugh
Printing comics out in the lab is both hilarious and incredibly stressful. Shoving the original pages into the laser printer across the room and running back to your computer to hit "print" like a jackass... good stories. I would do it again, too, lol. I have a feeling I'll be making more Mini-comics as life goes on (they're fun, so whatever man). The BIGGEST problem (ugh ffs) is PRINTING ON MY COVER PAGES. I went to Cropro and printed out my covers in sexy CMYK and thick matte paper, thinking Laser toner would stick to DAT MATTE, but I WAS WRONG. I hate laser toner-- wtf... Basically if you don't know anything about printing, Laser Toner is NOT ink in the traditional sense; it's just mashed up pigments that stick to paper that is extremely absorbant (like computer paper). If your paper isn't absorbant or doesn't have a good texture, then you're screwed, and the toner will just rub off. Matte generally feels like regular paper, but the stuff they have at cropro is really smooth, I don't know what I was thinking.

Anyway, I'm going back to cropro to reprint six of the copies and then do the rest of the printing (it's gonna become like 20 bucks, ugh) and staple these suckers.

Sydney comes home at 10pm, complaining about how exhausted she is, proceeds to tell me she is too tired to sign the damage claim forms and she'll do it first thing in the morning. Alright, this is all believable, although nothing is more pathetic than someone claiming they are too tired to write their name twice. So, I expect her to go to sleep, to prove her exhaustion and replenish her Hit points or something, but then... she stays up for hours watching South Park, laughing her obnoxious laugh (seriously) and listening to it SO LOUD that i can hear Cartman's whiny voice all the way across the room, even though she has headphones on. What a selfish person. Both of my room mates love to wait until the time for sleeping to do their loudest activities. I wake up every morning at 6:15, would they like it if I started laughing loudly, invited a bunch of friends over and turned all the lights on and talked way too loud?

I was sleeping so well earlier in the day-- I took a nap in Lily's bed... so comfy~

DONE WITH 3D DESIGN FOREVER

Watching Back to the Future II
Why does stuff always fly in the future?
DO YOU REALIZE.... THE FUTURE IN BTTFII IS ONLY 6 YEARS FROM NOW?!

I dreamed that I was behind ex-libris with some amigos, digging for almost no reason. Eventually, Laura (a stylish fashionista friend) found a really long earthworm and put it in a jar filled with dirt. Laura was going to sell the worm for money, because it was a new species. So I visited Lily-- it turns out she was the one who discovered it. Also, she named it the "Santa Claus" worm, and she had the original worm taped to the outside of a... jar filled with dirt! Anyway, I walked by the worm, and it touched me, and I was grossed out. Lily realized this, picked it up and touched me with it-- gross bro. But then she put it in my mouth and I ended up eating it, and it was disgusting. I'm pretty sure I was moaning in my sleep because I could feel it in my throat and I was pretty sure it was really happening. Then I woke up.

...It always makes me want to paint. I love painting but I almost never do it.