JAH-HEESUS CHRIST! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?

This is exactly what I needed: more forms of procrastination and distraction so I don't do all these assignments piling piling piling up and burying me alive. IT'S AWWWWWW RIGHT THOUGH, BECAUSE I KNOW I WILL GET IT ALL DONE AND NOT FAIL MY FUCKING PICASSO CLASS

Sooooo~ it's been forever since I updated so I suppose I should take an inventory of my life right now.

I am in the midst of the final sprint of my second semester at Minneapolis College of Art and Design. I am a declared Comics major. This means I am going to be of no use of society even if I graduate/survive college. I currently have a ten-page paper on ancient Iberian art's influence on Picasso's most prominent works and his overall style as a mature artist, a thirty-second animation for Media 1 for which I am creating an episode of the newest, lamest superhero ParapaLAMEjack--a paraplegic man in a wheelchair (so this may or may not be the most offensive thing in existence), an utterly bullshit Drawing II assignment for which my given clicheword is "sadness" (and my method and style totally isn't sad it is BIG LOUD AGGRESSIVE RAAAAAGH), a three-page strip for Intro to Comics where I have successfully managed to both include my current favorite things in the world and question my current favorite things in the world because they are GODDAMN STUPID TO DRAW, and Art History II but who cares about that: Fox makes up a new word every day because he is one of the dumbest people I have met.

I currently don't do much in terms of a social life. The local club scene is pretty retarded and expensive. I hate 2muchlove. Gross. Shit. And creeper Mexicans who I am sure are pedophiles always end up way too close to me. All the shows that have come up here thus far have either been bands I do not care about to spend twenty bucks on or have been during my classes (I AM LOOKING AT YOU, COLD WAR KIDS.)

I do, however, spend too much time either doodling or playing video games. I have a Tegaki E blog which I abuse for fanart of my video games. I mostly play Metal Gear Solid because it has many of my favorite things in it: people dying, cheesy action, cheesy dialogue, and I'M STILLLL IN A DREAAAAAAM~ SNAKE EATERRRRRRRRR~ also so flamboyantly homoerotic overtones. I also mostly play Metal Gear Solid because it is the only game I own up here at MCAD.

I like action movies the most. I currently am watching A Fistful of Dollars constantly because it is "research" for my comic final. If I watch enough Clint Eastwood I can write a good Western story, right? Even if my Western is steampunk motorcycle outlaws nonsense.

I have a new devianTART, a Twitter, and, as mentioned, a Tegaki.

I am highclasswhore on all of them. Except dA where I was a retard and put hyphens in. (high-class-whore)

If my sketchbook was small enough I would put sketch dumps here. However, it is large (and in charge) and I am too awkward to go to the comics studio and use their large (and in charge) scanner. People always look at me funny in there. I don't know why. And I am sure I look at them funny too.

I am going to try and update this thing fairly frequently. I need a journal so I can get some of this stuff out of my head.

Oh, I love Halloween!

I ripped up some old clothes, threw some fake blood all over myself, and dragged myself all over the neighborhood as a zombie. I loved it! All the little girls crossed the street in my presence and the little boys grimaced and went "woaaaahhhh." And I said, "Braaaaiiiinnnnns!" I enjoyed it so much. I don't even care that the administration kicked me out of Trunk or Treat. I had a lot of fun tonight.

This is the happiest I've felt in... I don't know.

This is the most terrible thing I believe I will ever say in my life:

DEAR SPECIAL ED:

Yes, you, the literally--not figuratively!-- mentally retarded person sitting beside me. I do not appreciate these close quarters and I do not appreciate you making them smaller by FUCKING BUMPING INTO MY ELBOW EVERY TIME YOU EXCITEDLY SPAZ OUT BECAUSE YOU TYPED A LETTER/ARE PLAYING A GAME/ARE GENERALLY SOCIALLY AWKWARD.
I do know you have a real mental condition, but so do I. It's called GOOD GOD DON'T TOUCH ME OR ELSE I MIGHT JUST HURT YOU NO MATTER HOW DISABLED YOU ARE (GGDTMOEIMJHYNMHDYA syndrome).

Seriously, cut it out,
Emily

Well, well, well, I knew this day would come! After a two-year dry spell in the Deep South, a tropical depression has finally formed in the Gulf of Mexico, and its path has set Mississippi on a collision course with rain and wind bound to offset some of the progress in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. Here's my prediction: it will form into Tropical Storm Jerry, and consequently into Hurrcane Jerry, and slam into the coast as a category one. Here's another prediction: I will laugh my ass off at all the nay-sayer's who have said (I qoute directly out of a conversation I eavesdropped on _{Me? Participate in human civilization? Never!}) "When it don't rain tonight, the people who cancel homecomin' will be stupid!"

Oh, have I mentioned that it's homecoming? No? Then I guess I haven't mentioned that I was asked to go, either. Needless to say, I declined incessently, but that's another entry. My elbows are already tired from typing on the school's goddamn stupid laptops. Oh, I guess I haven't mentioned that there are internet and cable issues at my house, either. Jerry won't help those out much.

In any case, I hope Jerry has no mercy. I want to see this state sink faster into the gulf.

Well, this school day feels excruciatingly unproductive. Here I am, sitting in Solitaire Class for yet another wasted two hours of my life when I could be doing something definitively more interesting than watching Curious George (and rotting my mind while doing so). I could be working on my portfolio, wishing I was elsewhere, or just lie down and sleep. Never have I wasted so much time as I waste in this supposedly-educational facility; that is quite a feat in my life rapt with procrastination and indolence, by the way.

In any case, I feel as if there is an update required here. Afterall, my last entry was quite mopey and pitiable, and I really can't take looking at my pathetic self in the face for too long. I can't tolerate my own misanthropy.

Okay, all right, update time, upbeat style! The time is now, and the tempo is fast. I just got finished with a three-session, actually productive, fun, and educational painting class. I have about a million ideas for paintings now, the motivation (and I believe I have the know-how), and about five canvases started. I think I can get this art-thing pinned down to a T now.

Also, actually, that's it. After two weeks, that's all I have that's positive-like. Oh well.

I am truely beginning to think I'm a bigger mess than I thought.

Now, I am not a gushy person. I do not spew emotion at any given moment, unless the emotion in question is purest loathing. Yet, there is something disturbing about this constant apathy I've started to feel. There's just nothing in my head, in a worse way than before. I can't even relate in the simplest conversations, even with people I don't completely hate.

I think what's worse is that I constantly think about leaving. Whenever I get in the car, I always think about which direction is north, and how far will I get before something happens. I don't know what, either I die in a fiery car crash or some one makes me turn back around and go home, but the fact of the matter is that while I'm totally unmotivated to get out of bed for an entire day, the second I get in the car I'm anxious and stupid. I'm surprised I have enough willpower not to cut school.

And I hate school so much it shouldn't be legal. There should be a censor on my thoughts. Like right now, none of this should be coming out of head, nor should it be in my head to begin with. I think too much. Why can't I think like every other person on the planet?

Is it sad I'm carrying around a postcard Maddie sent me where ever I go?

You know what? I feel insanely cool today because I found a black wristband--here's the kicker--like a girly version of Josh's wristband. You wanted to know this, you really did.

I wish I had something not-so fangirlish to add, but I really don't.

Like I have anything to say.

Anyway, I'm really bored, and I haven't done one of those dumb quiz/game things in a long while. I think I've already done this one, but I'll give it another go. I hope using a playlist isn't considered cheating. Who's refereeing this thing anyway? I hope it's not the interbuttz mob.

( C is for Courtesy, and also Cut )
...I'm still bored.

Ah, I have nothing to put here, but here I am.

So, here's some useless points to make:

- I don't like to drive because I'm not very good at it. Specifically, I cannot park within the lines to save my life.

- I like this Vanilla Coke I'm drinking.

- I like this song I'm listening to.

- I think I might be losing my mind because I've started having very involved discussions with myself.

- Queens of the Stone Age? Yes, I think so.

Summer sure seems long when you have nothing to do or look foward to.

Yes, I know, whine whine bitch and moan, but honestly, I'm bored out of my skull. There's no other way to phrase it or make it seem more interesting for the sake of my journal.

Hurray!