frankmask

A few minutes ago My friend was driving me back from lightsaber wars, which is a story of it's own. A RAV4 passed us, going much faster than our sixty. The was ahead of us when it began to skid, fishtailed up the slope next to the road, rolled, and bounced backwards. The vehicle was totally crumpled. My friend pulled over and I jumped out...
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I'm taking a brief hiatus from a production of Cloud 9. The whole thing strikes me as one long puerile sex joke. I strongly suspect that this is because in comparison to my day to day life the sexual hijinks of the play are fairly well par for the course. Homosexuality? Incest? Pederasty? Passe. It's not shocking or tittillating or anything. I've contemplated the theoretical...
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Alright, as I said, Serial Killer who kills vampires. Why? I don't know yet. Maybe the sexual power they represent. Maybe he has a basic fear of death and knows there is no way to beat it, and he's not going to let anyone else beat it either. Maybe she's haemophiliac and despises vampires because they've got similar problems to her, but they get all...
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I want to write a story about a serial killer who's particular victim is vampires. I think it would make an interesting premise.

Schwveet! The world is doing that trippy thing where there are storm clouds in the sky and the sunset sneaks in under the clouds, resulting in a visually confusing combination of golden light and grey skies. Rock.

Twas snowing just a bit ago. Snow flurries in late April? What the mother krunk is that?

I've decided to embrace global warming. If the projections I've seen are accurate the melting of the Polar Icecaps will turn my native Alaska into a veritable paradise of warm, shallow seas and tropical beaches. While all you southlanders are being inundated by the great deluge, I'll be...
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So I have partially figured something out.

The more stressed out I get, the less productive I become. The less productive I become, the more stressed out I get.

this feeds on it self.

Early in the semester I do fairly well. The work load isn't too bad, the reading isn't really being piled on, and there is lots of space between assignments. I can...
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Even Nudists are defined by the clothes they wear, or choose not to.

I am a unique and beautiful flower in the same way that a genetically abnormal gorse bush is unique and beautiful. I don't know a fucking thing about music, I don't understand the basic precepts of fashion, And I define my aesthetic based on idealized conceptions of motion and utility. I am...
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I want a protestant work ethic. I can't seem to find one on E-bay, and I have about a billion pages of homework starring me down. Can someone give me a pointer, or should I call my Uncle Tony? Uncle Tony specializes in, shall we say, acquisitions.

Ahahahaha. But I do love to pretend to have mafia connections.

Maybe in my next life I will...
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I am an event coordinating ninja. But I have no girl partner... Holy shit! I made up a new relationship category! Mutha Fuckin Girl Partner, Yo! P1mp t@ the Bl1ng |3ling!

Girl Partner - Someone who is really cool, female and sleeping with you, while also being a very good and compassionate friend, and spending a bunch of time with you. More than a fuck...
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I need to do my job. But instead here I sit moping on SG, and listening to Madonna sing about Argentina and Nazi's or something. I'm not really paying attention.

Volunteer jobs are the worst. Especially when your volunteer job is coordinating events for a male fraternity. At least if it was, like, greenpeace or something I could hang out with cool crazy girls. But...
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Woot. So, I made it out to what, as far as I know, constitutes my first SGTC eventish... thing. I met a bunch of cool people, both local and foreign, and I am now inspired to create and instant ninja attack hoodie. Also, I am cramping like a mad mutha. Dunno how that works, but there it is.

Tommorow is hell. I have to drum...
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