pictorial stuff

Ever wish a box like that actually popped up?

Jeremey's Secrets:
I saw New Moon. A lot of it was just two people on screen talking, close up shot. The Bon Iver and Thom Yorke songs were pretty good though.

I have to say though, Ashley Greene, the actress who plays Alice Cullen, is very hot in the movie. Very cute too (There's something about those contacts...)



Kristen Stewart on the other hand is still having her picture taken while hungover:



And finally, I think I've mentioned before how stupid some of the things StumbleUpon sends me, but this was the worst from today:



There you have it. As the website so graciously notified me, that is an ice cube sandwich. The ironic thing is that it's not very cool (oh oh shit dawg).

This kind of shit also pops up every now and again:



Guffaw.

See ya.

Of course

nothing makes me want to write in this blog like being in the middle of writing a paper. That's just how it works. Especially when it's not due until Monday. I believe that writing has a peak. There is a point after you begin that something useful, insightful, and worthwhile comes out*.

I don't think I really need to go into Thanksgiving. It was probably the same for most of you. I went out to a local bar afterward, maybe some of you didn't do that.

The other day I was listening to the Hyrule Symphony, and dozing off. My imagination ran wild with all sort of fantastical feats or heroism and requited love. It made me think, "Make your own world, live in it. Just be really good at coming back to reality." Most people have their own world in which they live. It's not just for LARPs or introverts or alcoholics. It really just relies on how well you incorporate that into real life. It's all about relating to other people and finding a place in life which you feel comfortable.

*(*)I once heard "Alcohol doesn't make you do anything, it lets you." Which, as sad as it may sound, contains a grain of trooth. I was skimming over the local comics and read Andy Capp and thought "Why the hell is this still in print?" A no good bar hopper who always comes home to an angry wife in hair curlers. Who cares. He even has his own Hot Fries. Way to go Andy. Why are you popular?

*i'm kidding

I don't have much to say right now.

yay special

second post in one day. This is something else I am tired of...



i hate
your lazy
helvetica
shit

you're doing it wrong, this is how it should look:



yay can't we all be friends?

not a lot

going on here. It's been twelve hours short of a full week since my last post, so I'm sorry if you mistook that for whatever you mistook it for..

Okay, today we are going to start out with a picture. I know that's a little out of the ordinary but we are trying to shake things up right?



woah woah woah, guys, all I wanted to do was change things up a bit. You didn't have to go all serious cat on me. <3

I don't know if I've blogged about this, but I got accepted into art school (yay) so that's at least one new things that's happened to me that you may have not known.

Also, it seems a little warm to be November. Then again the temperature's been changing pretty erratically these past few weeks.

Last semester, I'm graduating, and moving on to a metro atl post graduate life.

This is Athens:


This is Atlanta:


I'll miss you guys!

dream

I had a dream that I was presumed dead, after someone shot me or something, but was actually still alive. Then I had to pretend that I was dead, in order to try and save my life. Do you know how hard that is? In all honesty, the dream was more like a comedic movie, because anyone trying to kill me would know whether or not I was really dead, but it's one of those things you think about. Like, "Oh shit, I have to hold my breath for a really long time, and make it look like I've stopped breathing, and maybe very gently and shallowly breathe so that they don't see my chest moving." Ya know?

Anyway, I'm sure most of you have wondered whether or not you could play dead if you had to, and if you'd be any good at it. And if that's something that you haven't ever thought about, then get on it!

By the way, it's five in the morning right now, and I'm working on presentation.

i don't know

if i can actually come up with ten things that i am tired of but it's worth a shot...

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1. mustaches

that's really all that matters. please, everyone, get over mustaches. you've somehow managed to maintain the same level of excitement and kitchy interest for years.

i think that if you just got the complete shit scared out of you by/over something else, then you'd realize that mustaches just aren't that important.

UPDATEL After many conversations with friends about this, mustaches are okay. I just think that making a pillow with a guy whose mustache can be changed, and selling it for 30 dollars is ridiculous. There are t shirts with mustaches on them, ski masks with mustaches on them. Why

and of course... this.

I am terribly sorry for this loss. You will be missed, Jerry.

My most sincere condolences to his friends and family.

amirite?

Halloween was boring and annoying so there is no need to talk about it.

I'm just kidding though. Halloween was fun but there were so many people, and so many parties. You'd think it'd be a good thing that you got to celebrate it like, three or four times in about a week and a half, but I feel like it sort of takes something away from the holiday. I just wanted to carve pumpkins on my porch while listening to all the songs I had found in October that made me feel like it was fall and drink a nice beer, but I didn't even do that. November. I'll be sure to take Thanksgiving more seriously. Anyone have a cornucopia I can borrow?

I find it interesting that whenever I have a paper to do or some other school related project I just constantly eat and clean my house instead. Doesn't that ever happen to you? Procrastination is really an awful thing. And then you decide to talk to your friends instead and you say things like "I just can't get started on this" which then encourages your inability to be proactive (whether you realize it or not). Amirite?

I keep forgetting to take pictures. Maybe it doesn't matter that I'm not in any, but I feel like they are nice things to have. Some people think that taking pictures is vain and they argue that they don't need to document everything/are too busy having a good time/don't see the point. I don't really know, I feel dumb taking pictures. Will someone else just do it with my camera? Thxz. Here's a nice comic by Cat and Girl which will make more sense of things.

Nostalgia's a funny thing, because you're actually just sitting somewhere, in the present, thinking back to a time that's gone and just all like "man, that was a good point in my life" or "I remember when things used to be like that" and when you're done you're left right where you began only a few minutes later. Amirite?

The new name of this blog is "Amirite?" and that's how all of them end. No no no, they all end in AIR? just like every other blog that follows a similar vein.

I'm texting my friend right now about fried chicken. She said that she hadn't eaten any in a long time and was jealous, so I told her to just go get some, but she doesn't have any money. Then I got the brilliant idea to pay for it, but order it from here! She lives about four, five hours away and I think it'd be pretty funny to order something from so far away and pay for it and have it delivered to a person in that city. Surprise one of your friends one day! Order them a pizza from three hundred miles away!!!!

Happy November! Gobble gobble gobble! DON'T FUCKING LET IT GET AWAY!!! MAKE NOVEMBER COUNT!!! KISS HER/HIM THIS TIME!!! YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET IT IN DECEMBER. YOU'LL PAAAYYY! YOU'LL PAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!