overheard at the campsite:

"my dog ate a toothpick, what do I do?"
"give her a termite."

she is her mothers daughter

i love how my mom cooked hot dogs for dinner, before checking if we had any hot dog buns. as it turns out, we have one hot dog bun. we could use regular bread.... but we have non of that either. i sugest that i go to the store to get some. she says no because we need other things from the store. she then points out that she was just at the store earlier today. i asked why she hadnt called while she was there to see if we needed anything. she retaliates by asking why we hadnt called. as if we were suposed to somehow recieve some telepathic message telling us that she was now at the store and recieving requests for groceries via phone.

so now im here. avoiding her as much as possible. i can hear her telling my brother and sister how i yelled at her. awsome. oh, did i mention that she "accidentally" threw the one hot dog bun we have on the floor after i told her not to toast it. and they wonder why i yell.

aaaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhh.............. and yes, that is the correct time. it really is that late. i understand that she did make dinner and stuff... and i'm thankful and all. but, it is a bit late, and a bit lacking in forethought. maybe had she not insisted on getting on the computer after work to print out a damn list of stuff we need to take next weekend when we go on a trip, and then look at puppies we wouldnt have this problem. but im not telling her that. i value my well being.

good times.

saturday i drove down to my old stomping grounds and visited nate. hung out there for a while a couple more friends trickled in. we played videogames a for a while and then went to see van hesling. after the movie we went back to nate's for pizza and jello. mmm..... jello...... *drool* good jello BTW. even better if ken wasnt making really gross faces with it. the drive home was good times too. there was this bimmer and this audi driving quikly behind me. the BMW moved to my right assuming they had to pass me. imagine their surprise when i kept up all the way through about 90ish. heheheh. i decided it was best to let the bimmer by. then the audi came around. i let them by as well. i then punched it and followed their lead. i satyed with them from san rafeal all the way up to my exit in petaluma, at wich point i had already overtaken the audi. anyone up for a game of tag at 90mph?

the aforementioned melissa, in action

Thomas: you know.. im so happy
Thomas: but im kinda sad
Thomas: i REALLY liked my classes this semester
Thomas: i HIGHLY recomend you take them
Melissa: i thought i was forgetting to do something

*pause*

Thomas: yes
Melissa: k
Thomas: you were forgeting to talk to me
Thomas: there
Thomas: i reminded you
Thomas: go on...
Thomas: *waiting*
Melissa: i'm not forgetting
Thomas: o yer just ignoring
Thomas: so nice
Thomas: *shoots himself*
Thomas: @ 1:05

*pause, again*

Melissa: lol
Thomas: wow.. only took you 4 minutes to realize the person you were talking to just shot himself
Thomas: and then you laugh
Thomas: congradulations.. you've just been nominated for the best friend ever award
Melissa: shut up

its finally over

school's out. w00t! and, i cant believe im saying this, but i'm gonna miss it. dont get me wrong, i am glad im through with the assignments a crap, but i really did enjoy this last semester's classes. my soc class was just generally entertaining. pretty much a breeze. almost no thought required. just show up and write some papers and study before midterm/final... yer good to go. my humanities class, which was about american cultures, was really interesting. we read good books and engaged in deep conversations and we all learned alot about ourselves and eachother. good times. but lotsa papers to write and books to read. in art itwas relatively enjoyable. especially when the teacher wasnt there. cuz then we all just went about our business doing our artwork and engaging in extremly entertaining conversations. really good times. and finally, speech. had it not been for all the speeches, this could have been my favorite class. the teacher was really cool and was funny as hell. and the students were great too. the only times i dreaded going to speech... is when i had to give one. and now. its all over. the thought that i may never see some of those people brings a tear to my eye. its like getting attached to a puppy you know you cant keep. parting is such sweet sorrow.

hey nathan!

yeah, it was melissa. so what? ass. :P

my life just keeps gettin better and better

so not only have i begun the daunting task of finals week... but i have also been thrown quite a curve. i spent the evening after work working on phase 3 of my 4 part art final:the tonal charcoal drawing. i am about 90% done when i ask my mom's opinion. i then go to get my graphite reproduction drawing.... only to not find it. i looked in my sketch pad, in my charcoal pad, and in my portfolio. nothing. now, my final presentation is on thursday. i need 4 pieces by thursday and the most complicated one is MIA. i hope that i left it in the classroom and that it is still there. if not. i am FUBAR.

the calm before the storm

weird day. my mom was flippin out over the slightest thing.... and then
after 5 minutes of her throwing a football at small children, I go out
to walk the dog and all of the sudden its like nothing happened.

anyways... it is now sleepy time. and tomorow begins the madness that is
finals week. first off is a 5-7 page paper I have to write for
humanities based on a book I haven't finished due wednesday. on tuesday
I have an actual final exam for sociology. I have to finish some artwork
for a presentation in art thursday morning and a group speech thursday
evening. so... yeah. something to look forward to. shoot me. please.
now.

comments?

where the hell did my comments go?

good times

today is my sisters birthday. and no, nathan, she isn't. so we went out
for dinner, we were gonna go to applebee's but due to the extended
waiting time that that would include, we opted for a barbecue type
establishment across the street. good food.

our uncle from LA is in town for my other uncle's 50th so he and his
wife joined us. good times.

and now, we're home. trying to figure out what to do next. good....
good..... I dunno I got nuthin.

OMG.... WOW.

I was just at a stoplight. a guy in his 60's to my left on a harley. 3
girls crossing the street right in front of us. one is talking and yells
something in audibly as she passes in front of me. and than screems
again in mid conversation as she walks around my passenger side toward a
7-11.

the guy on the bik backs up a few fet and yells to me "one of those is
my kinda girl" (did I mention the looked like maybe sophomores in high
school at the oldest) "prefferably the most naked one"

WOW. I just sat there in utter laughter.

Test

This is a test of the emergency update using email with my sidekick
system. This is only a test. If this were a real update, it would have
contained actual useful info. I wanted to try out this new update viz
email feature that blogger now offers. I now return you to your
regularly scheduled internet

email no workie

rescent attempts to update my blog via email from my sidekick have been largely.... unsuccessful. nahan, any luck? anyone else? hello? is this thing on? *click* *microphone squeal* oh... my bad.

the new and improved blogger. in stores now.

ooooo..... pretty, i think. blogger is all more3 different than it was before :D. anyways, camments SHOULD be built in, but i dont see 'em and i tried to port over my old comments.. but that doesnt seem to be working either, we'll see what happens

viper84@gmail.com biotch

wow i just signed in to edit my template... and blogger goes ahead and offers me Gmail by google BWAHAHA!!! i pwnz you pwnzpwnzpwnzpwnzpwnz viper84@gmail.com suck on that.

lets see... it was tuesday, at art class.. when my art teacher suddenly developed an attitude. all semester i've been seen as somewhat of a teacher's pet. but on tuesday, afer viewing the artwork that i, admitedly threw together before class in about an hour and a half. but still.. she totally called me out n my lack of drakness... when i drew a bowl of fruit in broad daylight.... so.. there WERE no darks. she then procedes to ask me why id dint finish blckening my background (i just did kind of an aura blackness around the top) i told her that i didnt wanna make such a mess and that it was iritating my alergies. she then sugested a mask or scarf (this in 90 degree weather). i brought the heat to her attention and she scoffed and responded with something involving the word "excuses." i couyldnt believe it.

o yeah, this is the teacher who regularly lectures us on attendance and tardiness. she was late tuesday... 10 minutes late. and she has canceled 3 classes already.. more than all my other teachers combined. oh.. and she cant stand it when cell phones go off... yet hers went off 5 times in class tuesday. twice when she was talking to me. the second of which she didnt return from before class officially ended. awsome.