Pushing Daisies

Pushing Daisies got cancelled!

I'm past the mourning stage, now I'm just sad, though still looking forward to the remaining episodes. But then it will be over. Future plans may happen with a Comic Book, or possibly (I hope) a Movie. Because I don't think a comic book could ever come close to capturing the magic that is PD in its music and colour and actors and everything.

*sigh* :(

And this morning I can't find Dennis. I have no idea where he ran off to.
Still doing homework like always. Though there is a super bon fire tonight at Jake's. I hope that is fun.

I'll break your heart To keep you far from where all danger starts Where atmosphere gets crazy.

Ahh, lets see. I always still have homework to do. So yay college. Besides that life is just there, and most of the time there's not that much excitement going on. New favorite whatnot: Warpaint. The band from LA, of whom Jon says "imagines none of them wearing shoes". They have a pyschdelic folky sound and are (or were) an all girl band (except for now posssibly the drummer, or something, according to their Myspace), and a good one at that, which makes them even cooler. And Johnny Fru mixed their EP, which unfortunatly I can't get because since they're unsigned, its only avaiable at their shows, which of course are all down south 7 hours. The ONLY upsides to such places as LA, NYC, all that are they are the primes of art culture, or real culture in general. Downside: nothing happens where I am. :( I feel like im an artist by nature, I'm creative and a little odd, and I love being around that, but not at the price of moving to such a Babylon as LA. So bummer. Maybe we should make our own avent-garde place. *sigh* One day maybe. As for now I'll own my skill and keep on dreaming.

Also, I'd love to learn the guitar. Future goal.

Title from Warpaint "Elephants".

Better Off Dead...

SHELLYi bombed a humanities test last week, so i feel ya
ROWANhow do you like humanities
SHELLYits way interesting, though the class just is..odd
have you ever seen the movie better off dead?
ROWAN
um yeah
SHELLYwell its like that
ROWAN
in what ways
SHELLY
i took it cause you know it looked interesting, which it is, but its like that scene where they're in the math class
ROWAN
ah yes
sucks for you
SHELLY
and everyone seems to be so into it and adore the teacher, and im like john cusack
ROWAN
lol
SHELLY
im like i just hope i freakin pass and im looking at everyone like are you serious?
so yeah, its good, but im feeling john cusacky
which doesn't suck, but its strange to feel like you're living in a 80s movie
ROWAN
you should try to add that word to the dictionary
SHELLY
cusacky?
ROWAN
yup
with that exact definition
itll be funny
SHELLY
haha, im so glad you appriciate this
ROWAN
im just glad its not me


Yay Rowan. And yay John Cusack. For being awesome. And John Cusack.

On A Random Note...

He is SO my favorite. Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. John Frusciante.

Unstructured Poem.

I'm not a cinic. I'm not even an anything. I take my time in doing things that have to do with anything related to the heart. I must let myself mull over any situation, even if its for 2 minutes or 2 hours, no matter how long it takes. But by doing this, will I sometimes miss opportunities? This doesn't seem fair, yet that's the whole thing. All time wasted is ultimatly time lost, even if you never meant to loose it in the first place. I claim that I'm a person of impulse, but those are only the times of quick thinking and really wanting something. Tonight, I'm genunally sad. And afterwards, and even at this very moment, I just don't care to put on a mask, to pretent I'm happy or moved on, because I haven't. I've got to mourn this one. But even so my personality prevailed on one account, but I felt that every and any second I was ready to burst. And that's how I feel on so many occasions, but I usually always seem to prevail, at times when I am more than ever thankful for my quiet nature and ability to keep thoughts in order, even if it may feel a bit like torture, I would rather torture myself than harm anyone else. But I subtlely let my sadness be known, and as I expressed this, I felt like crying. But yet again, kept in check. And I didn't turn and say goodbye, and I let my sadness be known. No comfort can be found in a text, and even if I recieved something more, I wouldn't accept this help. And I for only a sliver of myself want someone to care and fix this blemish, but in getting what I know I desire, I would be hurting someone else, someone else who wants what I want, but more so, so they deserve it more than me, and It's completely selfish of me to want what I now don't have. The worst part: I cannot blame anyone but myself---she did exactly what I told her to, though I didn't know what I was giving up until I lost it. In a sick way, I'm still not sorry, I'm just incredibly sad. I'm so used to full reign over my sis, I'm selfish in thinking I get her all the time. We aren't teenagers anymore with no one else in the world to look after but eachother. I'm just not used to this, change, time has gone by. I feel like I'm in a rut. I haven't grown up. Years have passed but I still expect things to not change. I've just realized this tonight. And what has started off as a crappy week has only continued to fall into more crap. Is it the weather, is it me? Is it...something else I can blame? It's me, all me.

Birthday!

I'm now 19. I'm old. But I had a good time and awesome gifts! Thanks family!

Pushing Daisies Season 1 DVD
The Beatles Let It Be CD
Star Wars Episode VI A New Hope DVD
Wayne's World & Wayne's World 2: The Shwing! Shwing! 2 For One Pack (Excellent!)




Wayne's World, Wayne's World, It's Party Time, Excellent!!!




Yeah, and monkeys might fly out my butt!



....Yeah, okay I'm a little obsessed, but chah, I'm okay with that.

and my homework was, and still is highly neglected...yay......

Dennis.

Dennis. My lovely little blue phone. That I got about a little more than a year ago, give a little more time. The one with the name written on the back in brown Sharpie. And has the fish stickers that I got from Alex last year in Photography class. I named him after the guitarist of Flogging Molly (Dennis Casey). The name was already cool beforehand because of Monty Python ("Kneel." "Dennis!"). And he might be dead. Forever. And it’s my fault too. I am so sad. And now depressed. I swear I must have some very strange like attachment issues. I wouldn't necessarily consider myself an emotional person, but I guess I'm "sensitive" (I mean I love animals and all and I have a zero tolerance rate for any kind of gore. And I cry at Edward Scissorhands every single freaking time) and I get attached to things at times, especially when I name them and pretty much call them my own. And now Dennis might be dead. And I'm not ready for him to die. If I have to get a replacement, I don't think I could rename it anything else, so I might have to call it "Dennis the II" or Dennis for short. But I won't know until I go to the store tomorrow. Still sad.

(NOTE: cross-posted to my lifejournal, but that might not be relivent information. if so, ignore said info)