New email account for when I'm out of the home. samuel3legs at gmail dot com. Please don't abuse it. Also the 3-disk hip-hop dance mix has been made. I just wish I could dance without all the blood in my body rushing up into my face.

Set up my Facebook today; if I haven't added you it means I couldn't find you or I'm tired and I forgot you. No hard feelings. Tomorrow, maybe I can put up pictures or something ( Read more... )

Today is August.

God, I need somebody to talk to.

I wish I was in Chicago.

I feel sort of poetic right now, but I don't think this one's going to work. Too straight-forward. Odd foods, late at night, guys. For serious.

I want to I want to I want to I want

--Don't you just feel like screaming?

I've been eating too late and it's giving me seriously fucked up dreams. Fucking enchanted forests and shit. Murderous elves and murderous daisies with little arms and legs and murderous flying suits of armor and dancing chinese prostitutes and Harry Potter and John Whitney and Jonathon Stillman and extensive weapon/lawn care implement collections ( Read more... )

My hair is short, my teeth are clean, I have made the world's most horrible doll, and now I must seek new meaning for my life.

Pirate hat. Check.
Seriously, this hat is super hot. But the whole upstairs of the house is too damn heat-hot for me to go up and gaze lovingly at it.

We're slowly getting there.

Finally, I got my schedule. I'm going to have to do weird things to my meal schedule, but I can take it for a semester. I already eat lunch at 11 and dinner at 4 on most weekends, if no one's around to stop me. But the classes are ones that I wanted, so, joy: the 2 basic art intros, the all about dinosaurs class that I was raving about, human ( Read more... )

Visit www.kyopera.org for information about the annual book and costume sale, going on this weekend!

Speaking of costumes, I want to have a costume/dance party soon. Especially if there's pirates. Or David Bowie.