The Chronicles of a Nameless Kid

Every time I watch that movie, I cry my eyes out for at least fifteen minutes. I start crying before Neil even kills himself. And I love it so much but I feel so awful and it's like a drug.

And suddenly I have the urge to write my own crappy poetry and start a Dead Poets' Society in Batavia. I love Robin Williams. To death.

Anyways, I figured I should update after another long update drought. I've been drawing a lot more (yay!) and experimenting with different coloring styles. Nothing good has come of it yet, but I'll keep working on it. Stuff happens when you do stuff. Or something like that.

Anyways, I have a question for all of you. If someone very kind were to, say, teach the owner of this livejournal to post images on said livejournal, would the friends listed on this livejournal be interested in reading a webcomic? I've been toying with the idea for a while now, and while I'm still not sure how it would work, this is the first place I could think of that I could get webspace for a comic. It would be weird and wacky and pretty poorly drawn, but you would at least be able to laugh at my poor workmanship, if not the comic itself.

Beware. It would be Your Average Alien Comic.

Anyway, just thought I'd put the idea out there. Thanks for any replies in advance.

See You Space Cowboys...

Yes, well, the weirdest week EVAR is now over. Yay! With fear of jinxing, I boldly walk in to this week saying that it can't possibly be worse than the last one. ^^ Thanks for all the comments/kindness. I didn't mean to weird you guys out, and I'm sorry if I did.

Anyways, Hello! I'm busying away with sketches and Lit Fest ideas. I'm excited! Life is okay!

See You Space Cowboys...

So, I'm finishing off the weirdest week ever... I won't give you the long list of horrible (and yet funny) things that have happened to me, but I will say that I've never had a week quite like this. So many things have hit me this week that have been awful and yet completely hilarious at the same time, and many times I have not known whether to laugh, scream, or cry. Fortunately, I have been laughing for the most part (though probably because I was so weirded out that I didn't know what else to do. It's a nice reflex that I have.) I should probably let you all know that if you see me, and notice the slight blue discoloration on the bridge of my nose, it's because I was punched in the face this morning. Ha ha ha ha.

I don't know what to do any more.

I finally got all these things under control (I thought) after school. On my way out, Kelly and Jaimie mention to me that I need to be careful crossing the street, because it would be just hilarious (great friends, eh?) if I got hit by a bus on the way home on top of all these other things. Fortunately, it didn't happen. I was kind of expecting it to. But when I got home, things settled down, and I was watching Whose Line Is It Anyway--one of the things that makes me feel better all the time--and my cat randomly came up and jumped into my lap. I was happy and began to pet him... and out of no where he sits up, clamps down on my nose with his teeth, pulls, and then runs away. My nose is already throbbing from a bruise, and I reach up to cover it because I'm in pain. Something wet runs over my hands.

And I realize that I'm crying. And I can't stop.

I was just leaking everywhere. It was kind of gross. And absurd. And hilarious. I cried about a little bite on the nose after all this crap.

My life is now a teenie-bopper soap opera/ sit com.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

I hope to goodness that all of you have had a better week than I. And with the same hope, I pray for the end of this week to go better than the beginning of it. Life is freaking hilarious.

See You Space Cowboys...

So, one more day in this week... and then I am gone starting Saturday. Bleeeh. I have to go down to the farm for a memorial service for a great-uncle I never knew. He was Missing In Action during the Korean war, and they're just NOW having a memorial for him. After this many years, they're finally admitting that he's dead. I don't know, the whole thing is so strange to me... and I know that my family on that side will be all weird and traditional and closed-minded when we visit, and I don't want to deal with that right now. Arg. If there's one place where I don't fit in at all, it's with my mother's family.

Gross.

But before that, I have to survive Friday. It shouldn't be too bad once I get out of school. Hanging with Kristen before going with Zach to see some consert or something. Details still iffy. Meh.

See You Space Cowboys...

You Are A Romantic Realist

You tend to be grounded when it comes to romance. Sure, you can fall hard... but only for someone you've gotten to know. And once you're in love, you can be a total romantic goofball... But you'd never admit it to your friends!

What, you wanted more? :P

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button

( Roll the Film! )


Okay, that was some overall weirdness. Oh well. Figured I’d post. :)

Just got back from homecoming... very dead. Maybe I'll update tomorrow if a necromancer comes along and raises me as part of his/her evil army.

Ouch. My feet.

Well, today was some good fun. I woke up this morning and put on my gear, dressing as a cactus. I wore all green, pinned a flower to my shirt, and plonked a green sombrero on my head. As if that wasn't enough, I had a sign on my shirt that said "I am a friendly cactus," and another on my back that said, "The administration stole my thorns." Because they did. Jerks. Anyways, I walked around the halls with my arms up in Cactus (cactaur) fashion. I got a heaping helping of weird looks and some big smiles, too, so it had an over all good effect on my day. However, my arms are very sore from being in that position all day--mostly my shoulders. Oh well. Sacrifices must be made.

Classes were shortened for the pep assembly, but the day wasn't all that different. I had a good time for a change; it seems that school spirit isn't all bad, as long as I'm allowed to dress crazy-style. I'll probably regret those words later, though. :) I'm off to watch more Azumanga Daioh on Youtube. I love that site, and that anime. :D

See You Space Cowboys...

Well, national talk like a pirate day has come and gone. Alas. Anyway, today was not so bad, as far as school days go. I did my lip-sync today in Theatre Arts, and it went much better than I expected it to. Greg, Josiah, and I did a crazy dance/ skit to the tune of "The Saga Begins" by Weird Al Yancovick. Lightsabers are great. :D Everyone else's performances were great, too--though they were more 'dancy' than ours was; we had more of a reenactment of Episode One than a lip-sync, to be honest. But Mrs. Nies liked it--she's awesome.

Choir was great, as usual, and AP Gov was fine (though I got a little frustrated with my partner doing no work and stealing all my stuff. <.<) And Consumer Education was, as usual, a boring piece of crap crap crap. Anyways, tomorrow is dress as your theme day, and I'm going as a cactus. Bwehehe.


See You Space Cowboys...

Heave to and hoist the sails! 'Tis national talk like a pirate day!

Arr, and this day be a blighted one by the briny deep--or so I a'thought, as I 'woke from me slumber this daybreak. There was trouble at the prow, and my crew faced the fearsome onslaught of a crew of murderous penguin-pirates! Twas a fued to be remembered--and so I captured it on film, a booty for all to plunder, in the latest livejournal icon of that crazy little__nemo account. Arr.

In other news, monologue written, AP Gov homework to do, and Consumer Ed be a silly thing for any self-respectin' pirate to bother with.


I'll swab the poop deck with ye, Space Pirates!