Lol Autumn is so INCREDIBLY banal. That’s all I had to say. And now a word from our sponsors!

I’ve been itching to write a titanic post all day long, but now that I actually am here, at home, in my PJs, I don’t have much that I feel like tediously typing out. I don’t know what happened to my ghetto microphone…it’s somewhere on my floor, so I can’t do voice recognition. I found this cool headset thing on Xoxide.com that I’m going to get, it has cool surround sound headphone and a voice-recognition quality headset style mic on it. I’m going to get that next week. I’m trying to start this month the tradition of waiting until the week after I get paid to spend the bulk of my money. Oh, I made the coolest print a few days ago out of this pic I took of Samantha’s purse at the art auction. The full-size version will be available at the link below for a few weeks until I delete it…it takes up like 2MB on my server.

My latest exploit in digital photography.

I had this weird meal when I got home…two pickles, a bowl of cereal, and half a pomegranate. It was just really weird, but good.

I’m IMing Tawna and Amanda. Yes, Amanda. I’m surprised too, but (as I always say) the best thing to do is to bury the hatchet and talk to the person you seem to be at odds with. I told Tawna that I censor my blog. She wanted to know what, and I told her that I didn’t really like her cookies. I’m glad that she knows her baking inadequacies. I hestate to read Samantha’s thing she wrote about her aversion to sexuality and expletives. I read what Tawna wrote, but that put me into sort of a foul mood this morning so I didn’t want to read hers too. I guess I’m not feeling as judgemental as usual, I should read it. I had an epiphany today and I decided to read it and then wait a day to comment on it so I would have a well-reasoned response. I have a tendency to fly off the handle when it comes to the keyboard. I think that’s kind of obvious… Oh well. I’ve learned that the keyboard is totally mightier than the sword. Amanda’s actually being witty…it’s strange. I’m just hoping and hoping that she won’t call me crying tomorrow accusing random people of telling her church about stuff. I mean…she was telling so many people…it could have been anyone. But to blame Molly? That’s just lunacy. I really want to work on my novella (as I’m calling it now), but I don’t really feel like it. Blogging is instant gratification. And we all know how nice that can be.

Well, I updated my blog pic and I hope to update my fiction blog later in the evening. However, it’s almost 12 and I doubt I’ll get to it. I’m posting the first five chapters of a novel I wrote in high school…starting in my junior year and I gave it up around senior year. But it’s cool anyway and I put hours and hours into it. So here’s the link and I’m going to post the link on my fiction blog too. The novel is called Pylon 5.

Pylon 5

Okay, I think I’m done. I’ll read Samantha’s posts and then I’ll surf the net more, then I’ll go to sleep (hopefully).

I’m in the Drift office and Robin is in here doing ads, she’s listening to country and it is really irking me but I don’t want to tell her to turn it off. I saw Steve’s piece today, it turned out really good, when I just saw the beginning I thought that it lacked continuity, but the end really pulled it together. I really hate country music. I’m going to have to go into my car and listen to some good music before class before this crap gets stuck in my head. All country music sounds exactly the same.

I can’t deal with this. I’m leaving.

Tom and Matt can’t figure out why pictures look different on the screen than they do in the paper. DUH. One image is made from light being shot by a magnet at a piece of glass and one is light bouncing off of a piece of paper. Not to mention the whole concept of the printing press…I hesitate to mention that, I’m thinking that would just blow their “minds.”

This is the third day of Surf Contest stories. I’m so bored. And they are so dumb. Oh, I talked to Mike about whether it would be okay to run out and take a picture if I heard about something newsworthy and he said that it would be cool. I might go next time. He would have never known about that overturned semi thing if it wasn’t for me leaving him a note.

I just have too much to do. I spent so much time on that damn veterans thing that I can’t really finish much else. And everybody’s trying to do layout but I’m not there and I can’t help…I am just so torn. I don’t know what to do. So I’m going to keep typing letters. Molly finally told Amanda that she isn’t the editor any more and of course Amanda got hysterical…how lame. And she’ll probably accuse me of being mean to her or something. Sane people don’t call up their teachers and blame all their problems on them. Lame. Well, I must get back to work.