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Ignore the fact that the title is clearly an inside joke that no one will probably ever understand and just marvel at the magic that is my ability to make wonderful blog subjects.
It's come to my attention that I don't look like a lesbian (Haha) and my gayism is being doubted. Apparently I need to wear looser jeans, possibly have a tattoo, and use the word "Sup" as a greeting; As Cota's co-worker so plainly put it.
Alright, alright she didn't use those exact words. But she compared me to some chick just like that and said, "Now SHE's a lesbian. Charlie doesn't look gay to me."
:D ? 'olol im sorry <3'
SO until I figure out how to say "sup" in a cool enough tone, who wants to give me tattoo ideas? I was thinking a bunny rabbit somewhere on me because those are pretty hardcore. Am I right?
Also, not to help the fact that I hardly update as it is, I may be moving some time in the next couple of months. Assuming my mom ever makes up her mind.
And lastly: If inspiration pays a visit, I will have a drawing up some time in the near future. I hate that I've been so unproductive. Comments (0) |
Monday, April 7, 2008
Laces, Not Long Enough
So, I'm pretty feeling pretty disturbed.
I walk in to my room, the other day, to find Cota along with my sister on the bed and he starts quickly throwing his shirt back on,
which I ignore entirely actually,
and head for the lamp to set up a place to finish hemming up a shirt. All is quiet for maybe a minute or two and then I can't remember now if I even asked or not, but they explained that he was trying on my sister's corset; Which made me 'sad fase'.
I know that's not saying very good things about my sister (Haha)
But c'mon, Cota, women's clothing?
Empty Ink Cartridges
I'm hoping to get started on drawing again.
I feel so unproductive.
I went down to Michael's the other day to replace
my old Egg Shell color, hoping that'd shove me
towards the act of actually drawing something,
and I think the cashier wanted to card me.
When did buying markers become illegal to minors?
Anyway, I finally sat down and played the game Portal.
It is amazing.
I was so inspired, I went and made this:
The picture's lacking some detail.
Also, it's finally happened;
I've found my long lost brother.
"I like da jelly"
It seems I enjoy giving myself lists of "Dont"s.
Complicating myself has become a hobby.
I've decided to become a vegetarian.
It's not because I feel bad for the cows.
I really don't.
I'm just that bored. And as I said before,
I like making up lists of "Dont"s.
What is that now?
-No Angelina Jolie movies.
-& Now, no meat.
Just thought I'd share that.
I haven't been too active here.
My sister bleached half of my hair and dyed the other black.
It looks like Big Bird took a crap on my head. :D Comments (3) |
Sunday, January 27, 2008
"Man Up, Charles"
A sinking feeling has set itself into the middle of my chest.
My parents and I were sitting around the TV, watching old Twilight Zone DVD's and the first story we watched was called, "A Pitch For The Angels". The old guy (Who the story was based around) tells this man that he was born in 1880..
Keep in mind this blog isn't about the old guy;
It's about me..
'cause I'm quite the self-centered one when it comes to my blogs.
Have you noticed? I have.
It bothers me but I guess it can't be helped.
Anyway, so my step dad begins going on about how the story was set in the 1950's (thus making the main character about 70) and then asked, "Bony was born in 19..90?"
I corrected him, "..'89" As if it were even a big difference.
Then he thought about it for a moment and said to my mom off-handedly, very off-handedly, "She might last 'til like..2050. Huh?"
And that's when the sinking feeling started.
The fact that he had just estimated my lifespan
--Though not to scare me or be cruel--
had caused this extremely uncomfortable sensation inside me.
I mean, I'm not afraid.
(Haha I'm sure all of you just thought, "Right..")
It's just that when the topic of death comes up--
Well I mean..
Shit my thoughts are all scattered. Blah.
Everyone, I'm sure, can picture themself --At least somewhat, or even have an idea of what they want to be like-- when they are older.
Not because I'm afraid of getting old or don't want to get old.
My older self-image just doesn't exist at all.
So.. I'm basically having a feeling that I won't be in about five years or so.
I'm not exactly sure why either.
It's fine, though. Whether it is possibly true or not. When the time comes, it won't matter. The only thing really bugging me is the said 'sinking'.
Lacking in Height
I'm going to work on being more sure of myself.
This self-doubt is wearing me down.
I'm back, by the way.
How's everyone been?
+My sister's gone for the week so I can breathe easier.
+I've..confirmed to Bridgette's father that I'm not some big hairy man. xD! Go me~
+And I've got a new Captain Planet T-shirt♥ Comments (8) |
Friday, January 18, 2008
Happy Fits of Rage
I have my computer back now,
but I'm hardly able to get on it.
I can't say I like this 'sharing' ordeal all too much.
I'm only getting on to say I'll be gone
for (at the least) three days.
The parentals decided they felt like going to
Vegas and wanted to bring me and Denise along.
I'll get to PM's and sites when I'm back.
Is my song playing?
I hear it, but only a thirty-second preview of it.
It's been bothering me 'cause when you open it in
another window it plays the entire thing.
..And it's a cute song. I want you all to hear it.