6.14.2002

+15:45:17+ (Holm-Z) My grampa died and my girlfriend dumped me.
+15:45:19+ (Holm-Z) Life sucks.
+15:45:56+ (Taciturn) Well, my boyfriend dumped me too but I'm dealing.
+15:46:53+ (Holm-Z) You had a boyfriend?
+15:46:58+ (Taciturn) No, I said that to make you feel better.

Well, I thought it was funny.

6.12.2002

Vulgarity following. Please excuse me.

+21:21:58+ (Zofo) MY SHOES ARE COVERED IN ANT GUTS.
+21:22:58+ (Zofo) THATS IT.
+21:23:04+ (Zofo) These shoes are staying on my feet.
+21:23:19+ (Sakhi) ...
+21:24:57+ (Zofo) You should see the corpses.
+21:25:00+ (Zofo) They're everywhere.
+21:25:09+ (Zofo) It's PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF.
+21:25:16+ (Zofo) IT'S BECAUSE MY PARENTS KILLED THE SNAKES.
+21:25:23+ (Zofo) THE SNAKES WERE EATING THE ANTS I BET.
+21:25:29+ (Zofo) AND NOW THE ANTS ARE BAAACK.
+21:25:47+ (Zofo) Fucking FUCKERS SO FUCKING ANGRY FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK FUCKITY SHIT SHIT AND OTHER SUCH EXPLETIVES!
+21:26:08+ (Esoris) I'm scared.
+21:26:11+ * Zofo finishes a twinkie.
+21:26:34+ (Zofo) I went on a hunt.
+21:26:41+ (Zofo) And killed as many as I saw.
+21:26:53+ (Zofo) I WILL MURDER THEM ALL TO DEATH! AUUGH!!
+21:26:58+ (Sakhi) ...
+21:27:01+ * Sakhi cries.
+21:27:39+ (Zofo) You know, disney movies are better in a foreign language. You can concentrate more on the expressions and the meaning of the animation..
+21:30:04+ (Zofo) Ants.. EVERYWHERE.
+21:30:06+ (Zofo) Crawling on me.
+21:30:10+ (Zofo) CRAWLING UNDER MY SKIN.
+21:30:49+ (Zofo) YAREEEEOOOOGGH!!
Hee. Hee haw. Haw haw haw.

6.11.2002

+20:38:26+ (Taciturn) I like Slave Labor. They're my kind of man.
+20:38:43+ (Taciturn) Hehhah, I just re-read that. It's funny.
+20:39:03+ (Holm-Z) You're really screwed up, you know that, Talia.
It was all funny at the time.

+20:05:29+ * Holm-Z quietly slips into the shadows. Just kinda hangs out there.
+20:05:43+ * Taciturn is a shadow.
+20:05:53+ * Holm-Z slips into Talia?

Here comes more... !

+20:13:07+ (Taciturn) I've got ants, would you like an ant?
+20:13:14+ (Taciturn) They're infestating.
+20:13:25+ (Taciturn) THERE'S ONE NOW.
+20:13:30+ (Taciturn) ON THE SUBWOOFER--- YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAREGH~! ATTACK!
+20:14:01+ (Taciturn) I killed it with my mad friggn' ant killing skills.
+20:14:37+ (Taciturn) OH GOD! IT HAS INFECTED ME WITH ITS ANT VENOM!

More.. !

+20:16:09+ (Taciturn) Coke just came out my nose.
+20:16:21+ (Sakhi) You're broken!
+20:16:22+ (Sakhi) OH NO!
+20:16:32+ (Taciturn) And my eyes, somehow. Or maybe they're just watering from the pain.
+20:16:36+ (Cerel) Tal should work for columbisan Drug lords, they'd make millions from her nose
+20:17:08+ (Sakhi) I'M A GAY MAN.
+20:17:08+ (Sakhi) I'M A GAY MAN.
+20:17:08+ (Sakhi) I'M A GAY MAN.
+20:17:15+ (Cerel) I'M A GAY MAN
+20:17:15+ (Cerel) I'M A GAY MAN
+20:17:16+ (Taciturn) STOP MAKING ME LAUGH YOU FREAKS OF NATURE.
+20:17:19+ (Taciturn) THE COKE, IT COMES.
+20:17:22+ (Taciturn) IT COMES OUT OF MY NOSE.
+20:17:26+ (Taciturn) And my eyes possibly

6.10.2002

NO PHOTOGRAPHS FOR YOU.
I changed my desktop from a Jhonen Vasquez collage to the unhappy face of Dib's shirt to Happy Noodle Boy all in one week. See my desktop under art & writing, called bladderwaste. Yes, I drew Happy Noodle Boy. I'm so talented. Yeah.

I lost the mock trial. It was my lawyer-partner's fault -- he's the smartest boy in the class yet he acted like a total jackass during the whole thing. He took everything personally -- and kept talking back to witnesses of the defense. We went to a real courtroom downtown, where I stood, said the opening statement and cross-examined the defense to practically half my entire grade of students. But guess what. I bet you'd never guess. I'm going to tell you, though: I wasn't nervous. For some twisted reason, I wasn't even shaking. My entire body usually vibrates with fear, my voice cracking, and my eyes twitching. But I didn't do any of that. I felt fine through out most of the thing, except on the bus ride, where a hornet managed to land on my arm. But I'm OK, I'm quite OK.

When we returned to the school building, we went to our regularly schedueled classes. Eventually, we came back to History, which was the class the mock trial was for. She gave us a free period to talk. I had nothing and no one to talk to, so I just kind of sat there and stared. But Ms. Breen called me to her desk.

"Have you ever thought about being a lawyer when you grow up? You were excellent today."

Indeed, no, that never once crossed my mind. I don't think I could take the pressure; it's no easier than having an assigned comicbook project for a certain date that must done in a certain way or style according to the publisher. Heh, she then asked me what I did want to be when I grow up. "Well, I like to.. uh, draw and make websites." I tried to make it seem as normal as I could, I didn't want to say comic book artist straight out. That'd be funny, though. Comicbook-artist-lawyer-webmaster extraordinare. Such an interesting topic I'd make at dinner parties.



6.09.2002

Got me a raygun, got me an attitude. Can't help but feel something's wrong with every one of you.



You are Gaz. A video game junkie who lives off revenge.

Hee. I didn't even have to lie on this one.

I changed my desktop again because I don't think my mind could take that much Jhonen Vasquez. Now it's just washed white with a giant unhappy face on it, which I drew in photoshop. I also drew a new picture, but since I'm too lazy to show you, you're gunna have to search for it yourself. Yeah, that's it. Go ahead. It's of Sickness, by the way, the cute little dolly from "I Feel Sick." It's so freaking adorable.

I've got my mock trial tomorrow and I need to finish the opening statement. I have to dress up and talk in front of a group of people. It's going to be like walking through a glass wall into a hallway of fire then falling deep into a hole that eventually ends with a pit of sharp and rusted spikes and living through it all. Thank god there's only one more week of school.

I wrote this to myself on the back of my sketchbook a long while ago. I just found it:
"I am a struggling young artist with too many confusing concepts about true originality. I actually despise cliche's about the fantasy genre; I despise all cliche's and stereotypes. They get annoying and overused.

I used to think it was okay to draw things already drawn, which you might tell in my early pieces. But it's only useful if you want a life where true creativity is overlooked, and the only kind of art is the kind everyone's accustomed to. Well, I don't like everyone. Unoriginality is a sin and everyone's going to hell."

I really like that last sentence.
I believe in aliens. I can't wait to see the movie "Signs," -- it's by the same guy who made "The Sixth Sense." The little girl says to her father, "There's a monster outside my room -- can I have a drink of water." in a falsetto sort of voice. Haw haw haw, funny. But, I mean, it would be a shame if we were the only "intelligent" beings in the universe; such a horrid waste of space, time, and creation. And there's a new form of UFO called ""rods" that supposedly can invade your home or swim in your pool. That's pretty creepy and fun to think about, but the pictures on the website aren't very convincing. I like SETI better; they have this cool thing called the "Zoo Hypothesis" about earth being behind a really sophisticated two-way mirror while aliens watch us move around. I also used to watch the shows on FOX and UPN about UFO's, but they don't show them anymore. And sometimes, I think that I'm really an alien test-being thing. I'm an extraterrestrial lifeform in this world of pitiful humans. I've been given the body, lifespan, growth and thought patterns of a human, but I have the brain and thought process of an alien. I wonder if aliens were ever rebellious teenagers, 'cause that'd be funny, but very sad. I can't wait to watch Invader Zim.

At the graduation party, I was sitting besides my mother and grandmother as they gossiped. The two ladies started giggling for some reason. My grandmother beckoned me towards her with a hand, to tell me what they were whispering about. She pointed to this man leaning against the kitchen counter-table and said, "See the man with the blue shirt?" "Yeah." "Doesn't he look gay?" I exclaimed, out loud, "Grandma!" She laughed and whispered to me again, raising her wrist up and down in a girly fashion, "He was standing oddly and moving his wrist like so." "Well, maybe there's something wrong with his wrist," I replied. The two women laughed loudly, and I just shrugged.

A while after that, as I was still sitting in the same spot, my aunt asked me to stand. I didn't know why, but I stood. She then asked me to spin around, so I did. She then asked me to take off my blouse-sweater thing, to reveal my t-shirt underneath. I felt weird. She whispered something to my other aunt. They nodded. She said, "You better watch out for boys next year." I then replied, looking at the floor, "I think boys are icky." And they laughed at me. I was telling the truth and they mocked me. Goddamn those freaks.