a few years ago i got this guy i really like a nightmare before christmas t-shirt for christmas. it was too small and he wore it all the time anyway. i thought it was because i gave it to him, turns out he just likes shirts that are too small.

an ode to 10 minute photoshoots

so i was driving home and thought to myself, i should take pictures in my underwear.

it was okay but i really felt it take shape towards the end.

it starts out as kinda trampy goth but moves into a more no-don't-hurt-me theme. that's an odd way to describe something..

one night in bangkok & dark energy

makes a hard man humble.

you know what makes me humble? dark energy.

seriously, it's this evil counterpart of gravity and it's literally ripping apart the universe, and eventually, it's going to become so strong that it rips apart atoms. it's seriously freaking me out.

today while i was innocently making breakfast, i looked out side and saw my dogs doin' it. (doggie style, not that you couldn't guess that) it was highly awkward. it practically defines awkward. anyway, no puppies, as the dude, king, has zero balls. he's sterile as a cotton ball. (i love that movie!)

i think i should say this, shelby graham who i am in algebra with, getting a tattoo of your OWN name is a terrible idea. honestly, and on your wrist... you will regret this. i just know... i should have said this in person, but i didn't want to hurt your feelings. geez.

today in my creative writing class the teacher asked what the characters in my non-fiction essay's motives were. seriously, well it's non-fiction, so they are real people. wtf? I don't know, they probably don't either! and then a girl asked me not to write like i was talking TO the reader. oh okay.... how??

also, if i am your ONLY subscriber, and the ONLY person who comments your blogs, i think you ought to have the decency to respond to my innocent questions. or i'll just unsubscribe and stop reading! even though your blogs are pretty good. ugh. where are my guts today?

enjoy randomness::

agae bra

ugh. i hate homework.

even my astronomy homework, which should be fun and exciting. okay not exciting. but not as boring as algebra.

i AM excited about the alice in wonderland photo shoot on friday, as i will be portraying the chshire cat.

to be honest i never liked him in the movie. i thought he was really scary.

but i like his colors...

enjoy some highly photoshopped images of moi:

banana head.

that's what i should be called.

because my beautiful orange hair is no more.

let me take you through this a little more chronologically:

monday: no fast food for a week begins.

jeff had this hair-brained scheme that abstaining from fast food and chilis would save us money. tell that to my $80 gorcery receipt.

tuesday: i got a friggin' 60 on my algebra test. a 60! with a note card!

but to be fair the best grade in the class was an 85.

still, i kinda wanted to pass this class.

wednesday: totally ditched astronomy for a little.. uh... exploration with jeff. which was... painful. but i also went to the library and paid $3 for them to make me a new library card. ($3 to print off a barcode and tape it to a card, they didn't even laminate it!)

thursday: decided to dye my orange hair purple and pink for the upcoming alice in wonderland photoshoot (under construction for over a year)

friday: back to the library, checked out the LAST sookie stackhouse book, and read the whole thing at work. GRR! NEED MAS SOOKIE!

saturday: woke up at 7am with a splitting headache and a sore throat via a terrible dream about work. went to the library to get a new book only to find it closed at 3pm!! i had to go to goodwill and buy a book. which isn;t so bad, but i just got that stoopid new card..

picked up the great gatsby and went to work. got sicker, and sicker, and sicker. had to leave early.

sunday: more bad dreams and thusly very little sleep. called into work. crashed on the couch to family guy woke up during the man in the iron mask. and then i couldn't sleep.

so i dyed a few sections of hair violet and pink but it didn't look right with the orange so i frustrated-ly coated my whole head in bleach with a very unsettling result.

so now i think i'm sick beacuse of my lack of bad-for-you food and lack of girlie literature.

geez. oh and jeff said my hair looks like the inside of a pumokin, except it doesn;t smell bad or have seeds, so i'm the perfect pumpkin.

joy.