While talking about James Caviezel's beard in Final Cut, I was informed of the fact that James Caviezel played Jesus in the Passion. Upon finding out that fun information I replied, "Wow, he made one hot Jesus!" The room quickly became deathly silent.
Annie: I believe that is, in some way....I'm not sure what way but... sacrilegious.
Me: Haha well I think you mean sacri-licious.
There was about a 5 second pause and then immediate laughter. Though I do enjoy entertaining a crowd I do believe I am definitely going to Hell now. Hmm...
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Started a group just to cop the tunes
Personal theme music: "Breaking Rules" by All-Time Quarterback
Thanks to Justin, my CD collection has been extensively extended (haha that's totally a 'Laura Phrase'). I now know of such bands as 'Dispatch', 'Postal Service', and 'All-Time Quarterback.' I can now cruise down the road with the reassurance that no-one, other than Justin, has as a bigger variety in music than me. That's some serious satisfaction right there.
Hannah has kindly agreed to loan me her Jedi costume for work. Hmm, could it be possible that this is the reason that Laura is currently single? Nah. Jedis are cool and sexy. ::thinks of Ewan McGregor, Episode One generation:: Ooh yeah.
I have about 60 self portraits to do in the next 4 weeks. Panic hasn't hit yet. I figure I'll weasel myself out of this problem one way or another. Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals ... Except the weasel. Oh Homer, you help us understand the MOST important things in life. ::sigh::
Speaking of art...my art teacher kindly displayed my crappy-est work up in the Art Annex. I am quite ashamed. When I find myself walking down that hall with other people I stick to a strict dialog to avoid any embarrassment...
Me: -looking at own artwork- Oh my GOODNESS LOOK AT THAT CRAP! I would be horrified if I was to put such vulgar work up! It is pure agony to even look upon these pieces!! We must leave quickly before the virus that clearly was infecting the mind of this artist becomes airborne, leaps from the paper, and infects our precious and malleable young minds!
Random friends: Doesn't that sign say your name?
Me: No. No it doesn't. -pushes friends out of hallway and upstairs-
Thanks to Justin, my CD collection has been extensively extended (haha that's totally a 'Laura Phrase'). I now know of such bands as 'Dispatch', 'Postal Service', and 'All-Time Quarterback.' I can now cruise down the road with the reassurance that no-one, other than Justin, has as a bigger variety in music than me. That's some serious satisfaction right there.
Hannah has kindly agreed to loan me her Jedi costume for work. Hmm, could it be possible that this is the reason that Laura is currently single? Nah. Jedis are cool and sexy. ::thinks of Ewan McGregor, Episode One generation:: Ooh yeah.
I have about 60 self portraits to do in the next 4 weeks. Panic hasn't hit yet. I figure I'll weasel myself out of this problem one way or another. Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals ... Except the weasel. Oh Homer, you help us understand the MOST important things in life. ::sigh::
Speaking of art...my art teacher kindly displayed my crappy-est work up in the Art Annex. I am quite ashamed. When I find myself walking down that hall with other people I stick to a strict dialog to avoid any embarrassment...
Me: -looking at own artwork- Oh my GOODNESS LOOK AT THAT CRAP! I would be horrified if I was to put such vulgar work up! It is pure agony to even look upon these pieces!! We must leave quickly before the virus that clearly was infecting the mind of this artist becomes airborne, leaps from the paper, and infects our precious and malleable young minds!
Random friends: Doesn't that sign say your name?
Me: No. No it doesn't. -pushes friends out of hallway and upstairs-
I believe that is foolproof plan.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
"The Real World: SMSU Dorms"
It is times like these that I thank God that I live in the dorms because if I didn't I wouldn't be able to witness outrageous "reality TV" drama on a day to day basis.
A few minutes ago, I left the comfort of my room to fill up my fantastic, unbreakable water container at the water fountain. As I shut my door I can hear voices, almost at a screaming level, coming from the direction that I needed to head.
"No Becky, I can't control my breast size!"
"[incoherent mumble]"
"I KNOW I HAVE LARGE BREASTS!"
"...[something probably important to the conversation]...and Bobby was just looking right at them!"
I realize at this point that I am heading into what might turn into something nasty. I continued on to fill up my container.
"It's even harder in summer! ....[blah blah blah] People just stare at them!"
"[curse words....yelling...anger...] YOU SHOULD CONTROLL THAT!"
I pretty much ran away at this point. I didn't want to know where that was heading.
A few minutes ago, I left the comfort of my room to fill up my fantastic, unbreakable water container at the water fountain. As I shut my door I can hear voices, almost at a screaming level, coming from the direction that I needed to head.
"No Becky, I can't control my breast size!"
"[incoherent mumble]"
"I KNOW I HAVE LARGE BREASTS!"
"...[something probably important to the conversation]...and Bobby was just looking right at them!"
I realize at this point that I am heading into what might turn into something nasty. I continued on to fill up my container.
"It's even harder in summer! ....[blah blah blah] People just stare at them!"
"[curse words....yelling...anger...] YOU SHOULD CONTROLL THAT!"
I pretty much ran away at this point. I didn't want to know where that was heading.
And this is where I met the leprechaun!
Intro Music: "Little Sister" by Queens of the Stone Age (Yes ladies and gentlemen, they are still alive!)
I am: nauseous (I may have just digested some sort of bad chicken sandwich. Oh man but it was so good on the way down but I don't think it'll taste as good coming back up.)
I have become somewhat obsessed with the song "Time of the Season" by The Zombies. I find myself, daily asking myself, "What's your name? Who's your daddy?" It's a quite a predicament I have gotten myself into.
I now must be off to carve into a ridiculous piece of plaster. I must make it beautiful or fear the wrath of my 3D teacher.
I am: nauseous (I may have just digested some sort of bad chicken sandwich. Oh man but it was so good on the way down but I don't think it'll taste as good coming back up.)
I have become somewhat obsessed with the song "Time of the Season" by The Zombies. I find myself, daily asking myself, "What's your name? Who's your daddy?" It's a quite a predicament I have gotten myself into.
I now must be off to carve into a ridiculous piece of plaster. I must make it beautiful or fear the wrath of my 3D teacher.
On the plus side
Ok...so I may have cursed like, two times tonight but you know, when the war is raging and emotion planes are hovering, the F-bomb is bound to be dropped a few times.
Monday, April 11, 2005
Holy unnatural light Batman!
I am: "a weeeeeeee bit tired" ::said with a Scottish accent::
[Insert incoherent mumbling here]
I wish to sell all my belongings, buy a motorcycle with matching leather coat, and become a tattoo artist. Not really but man, it was nice saying that.
So I believe I have been sitting here for about 15 minutes trying to think up something witty and entertaining to post but you ain't gonna get that from me today. I have nothing. NOTHING I SAY.
Although I do believe I was almost attacked by a vicious gang of squirrels last Thursday. There I was walking to my 3D art class when I had reached the deadly tree covered "acorn point" (known loitering place of small woodland creatures alike). I quicken my pace praying that God would spare me from being nibbled on, one more time. I didn't see them at first, no. They are sneaky for that. To tell the truth I wouldn't have heard them either if one of their young hadn't made the crucial mistake of stepping on that one brittle tree branch. I look up and there they were. There were dozens of them with every angle covered. I panicked. I began to run. Suddenly, one dropped from the sky right in front of me, blocking my path to freedom. We stared at each other for several seconds knowing that only one of us would make it out of this "ally" alive. I had seen the bodies of those, they claimed. Bones and hair would be all that was left of me if I didn't use that 3.5 GPA of mine to escape. We stood there as a gentle breeze blew and chilled the both of us. I called his bluff and ran. He kept his ground. I came within feet, then inches, and then centimeters of him and he still held his position. I jumped, clearing him by at least...2 or 3 feet, running as fast as I could. I looked back to see 5 of their best men chasing after me. I had reached the Art Annex knowing that I was trapped. The closed in on me. I began to pray that my death would be quick and painless knowing that these sadistic "you know what's" would draw it out like a Celine Dion song. Then I heard it, the sound of sweet sweet freedom. "Aww. Aren't they cute Kelly? Here you go; you guys can have some of my cookie." They retreated. FOOLS, distracted by a busty young college student with food! HAHA FREEDOME WAS MINE! I escaped into the Art Annex with time to spare before class.
[Insert incoherent mumbling here]
I wish to sell all my belongings, buy a motorcycle with matching leather coat, and become a tattoo artist. Not really but man, it was nice saying that.
So I believe I have been sitting here for about 15 minutes trying to think up something witty and entertaining to post but you ain't gonna get that from me today. I have nothing. NOTHING I SAY.
Although I do believe I was almost attacked by a vicious gang of squirrels last Thursday. There I was walking to my 3D art class when I had reached the deadly tree covered "acorn point" (known loitering place of small woodland creatures alike). I quicken my pace praying that God would spare me from being nibbled on, one more time. I didn't see them at first, no. They are sneaky for that. To tell the truth I wouldn't have heard them either if one of their young hadn't made the crucial mistake of stepping on that one brittle tree branch. I look up and there they were. There were dozens of them with every angle covered. I panicked. I began to run. Suddenly, one dropped from the sky right in front of me, blocking my path to freedom. We stared at each other for several seconds knowing that only one of us would make it out of this "ally" alive. I had seen the bodies of those, they claimed. Bones and hair would be all that was left of me if I didn't use that 3.5 GPA of mine to escape. We stood there as a gentle breeze blew and chilled the both of us. I called his bluff and ran. He kept his ground. I came within feet, then inches, and then centimeters of him and he still held his position. I jumped, clearing him by at least...2 or 3 feet, running as fast as I could. I looked back to see 5 of their best men chasing after me. I had reached the Art Annex knowing that I was trapped. The closed in on me. I began to pray that my death would be quick and painless knowing that these sadistic "you know what's" would draw it out like a Celine Dion song. Then I heard it, the sound of sweet sweet freedom. "Aww. Aren't they cute Kelly? Here you go; you guys can have some of my cookie." They retreated. FOOLS, distracted by a busty young college student with food! HAHA FREEDOME WAS MINE! I escaped into the Art Annex with time to spare before class.
Friday, April 01, 2005
Yeah, that dude from The Santa Clause
Theme Music: "One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces" by Ben Folds
After arriving home tonight, remarkably earlier than usual, I found myself drawn to the TV like a wicked moth drawn to the light off my Xbox. Well, since I am never home on Friday nights, at some point I seem to have sold my soul to the Devil, and then he turned around and sold my soul to the theater, anyway, I turned on the TV just in time to catch the beginning of some new show called "Numb3rs." Not only was the show witty and more than mildly entertaining, but well, it made math geeks look awesome! Ok, ok. So the whole premise for the show, "A FBI agent's younger mathematician brother helps out on tough cases" is a long shot but hey, if it works, it works! Right? Anyway, so I had been watching this show for about 45 minutes when I find myself oddly attracted to the younger brother, played by David Krumholtz (please go Here for a picture -he's in the blue shirt-that does not do him any justice but does show his current hair style.) Now, yes I realize that at first this man does not seem in the least bit attractive but once you've seen him solve an ongoing FBI investigation with only the use of logic and math, you'll want to be on him like white on rice. I KNOW NATALIE WOULD!! I can't explain it. It's very unnatural.
After arriving home tonight, remarkably earlier than usual, I found myself drawn to the TV like a wicked moth drawn to the light off my Xbox. Well, since I am never home on Friday nights, at some point I seem to have sold my soul to the Devil, and then he turned around and sold my soul to the theater, anyway, I turned on the TV just in time to catch the beginning of some new show called "Numb3rs." Not only was the show witty and more than mildly entertaining, but well, it made math geeks look awesome! Ok, ok. So the whole premise for the show, "A FBI agent's younger mathematician brother helps out on tough cases" is a long shot but hey, if it works, it works! Right? Anyway, so I had been watching this show for about 45 minutes when I find myself oddly attracted to the younger brother, played by David Krumholtz (please go Here for a picture -he's in the blue shirt-that does not do him any justice but does show his current hair style.) Now, yes I realize that at first this man does not seem in the least bit attractive but once you've seen him solve an ongoing FBI investigation with only the use of logic and math, you'll want to be on him like white on rice. I KNOW NATALIE WOULD!! I can't explain it. It's very unnatural.
