For about 5 days last week I had a serious migraine, pretty much felt like a tumor. I also have a problem with remembering things. I am pretty forgetful. So now I conveniently blame my everything on my fake tumor and I tell people I have apparently met before that my new self diagnosed tumor is why i can't remember their names or faces or that I even met them just yesterday. Still being forgetful is awful. I never know where I might have left my keys, billfold of money, jumpdrive, homework assignments, or what I had for dinner last night. I heard that Chimps have a short-term memory that is superior to humans, they might even have me on the long term. Perhaps I need to get that Nintendo DS game that exercises the brain memory muscle or perhaps it is time for me to really get a CATscan.

It's down to the end of the semester. I have maybe 5 or 6 more projects to start and finish within one more week.
I actually have 2 papers and a 2 min presentation to give tomorrow. I haven't prepped anything for any of this stuff. Supposedly I was to have read a book something like... "Seven deadly habits of Highly Effective self-absorbed people..." the title sounds right to me...

How am I able to pass my classes? I am uber-lazy when it comes to homework. Still I get everything done. Still I see issues with Media law... I don't know if I am going to pass that though. I haven't been testing so hot. Thankfully there is a secret going around that the professor will curve the whole class up from an F to a C. I am shooting for an C-
OH man, I just remembered that I have an online test in my Broadcasting class to finish by tomorrow. I have to keep that in mind and not let my tumor block that note to self.

I am busy at school, to be honest. Not as busy as I could be. I have projects, not really stuff to 'study.' Projects cut into my "ME" time. I haven't had time for any video games though (ahem WoW). I just don't play that much, but I am finding ME time when I am busy watching a lot of South Park episodes and making beautifully Awesome CD mixes for myself (the new one I have been working on is AWESOME in my opinion). Sometimes I grab a lazer pointer and flash it on the wall and have my cat chase it. This may be the best part of the day.

I am not a huge fan of Christmas. I worked in retail for years, so I really despise shopping and jolly xmas music, but for some reason (I guess because I have mad party skills) I have been chosen by a few of my friends to help throw an exclusive xmas party. We titled it the "Semi-Formal Indie Hipster Christmas Gala" It is going to be a large, invite only party. We, the planning committee meet every MWF at lunch and discuss invitations, decorations, and activities. We don't take it all that serious. This makes me chuckle because of all the ridiculous activities and fun we might have.
Here are a few things we are doing: Potluck, Save-The-manatees pinata bashing, Air guitar Contest, oh and my favorite - an male santa's helper elven stripper. This party could get out of hand if people spike the egg nog. Doubtful.

Anyway, So there have been some self awareness thoughts that I must discuss.
Where in my life did I go from a diligent studious student with direction and passion for creating Arts and all those good grades I use to think were important? Now, I really think people believe I am a lazy-nogood-partier with lack of direction. I am all of that, but I am not at the same time. I don't even drink, but my friends all voted me one of the people most likely to hold their liquor. Nyquil makes me hallucinate. These same friends don't think I have a solid work ethic and I am the most likely to skip class. I guess... I just think about life differently. I use to work hard in high school. I wanted to compete with my brother's grades, but there is no beating a 5.0. I worked hard, not for me, but for the praises of others; parents and high school guidance councilors that told me that I was one of the most successful students in my graduation class. Still that was 10 years ago. Most of my high school class probably don't even remember what happened to them in college after their binges. Yet, my current friends are wrong. I am not lazy, I am not a partier. They just don't know all the facets of me. I really like to have a good time and be social. I do procrastinate homework... this is true. Probably true for 90% of the population.
What my friends don't know is that I have a SOLID work ethic in my place of employment. I am ON TOP of everything my job. I demand respect and I know my stuff.
Years ago in high school I read Charles Dicken's Great Expectations. I don't remember who they guys were, but Pip went over to these guys house after they finished their day of work. They said something to Pip along the lines that they keep their work and home life separate. This philosophy always made sense to me. So here I am keeping my school, my work, and my personal life... MOSTLY separate. Damn the days I have to bring homework to my home. It interrupts my lazer-cat-show and my South Park episodes time.
I still need direction. Perhaps I should really look into internships and get out of college in the year 2008.

Fearless Freaks

I am a huge Flaming Lips fan. I listen to them on a regular rotation. Just the other day I splurged to see about getting their 2005 Fearless Freaks documentary. Now I feel like Wayne Coyne and I would definately be buddies. But for now I am just his little fan who eagerly waits to hear more. I have to thank Steve Drozd for his musical talent and holding their chaos and forming melodies.
So this Sept. I plan on finally seeing the Flaming Lips preform live at Red Rocks in Colorado! My friends and I are planning a 10 hour road trip and overnight camping along roadsides.
Suggested listening: Soft Bulletin - "Feeling yourself Disintegrate"

I have been sick. Yesterday, I had all sorts of classes and I wanted to skip them all. I didn't. I held vigilent, then I took an exhausting nap. Afterwards I went to see some friends who had invited my roommates and I over for some cupcakes. I didn't realize that I was still sick until I ended up leaning over their apartment railing and puked on the downstairs apartment's garage roof. I appologized. It wasn't the cupcake. Ellen doesn't plan on sunbathing on that roof again, at least until it rains.

Hoping to feel better. Lucky for me, nothing to do today but lie around and rest it off. (maybe some food shopping and homework...)

Yeah Wireless!

Stealing internet from my neighbors.
So I am moved into a new house, which I love.
I made a new friend, who I believe is one of the coolest people alive.
I start school tomorrow. Terrifying!

There was a lot to write, but right now, what's the point?

Haunted House

I found a cartoon that I had watched as a kid!
Mickey Mouse in the Haunted House! My brothers and I use to try to dance like the 4 skeletons.
Awww bringing back memories.

Star Wars names, when we were kids.

Isn't it funny when you were a kid and you had all the names of the Star Wars character wrong.

Han Solo = Hand Solo
Boba Fett = Baba Fat
Lightsaber = Lifesaver
Obi-wan = Oh-bee-wand
Darth Vader = Dark Vator
Jabba The Hutt = Jabadahut
AT-AT = at at (sounding out the at's)
Mellinium Falcon = Aluminum Falcon

being a kid was cool. But still, I remember calling them by those names and it was a pretty sad day when someone corrected you on it. Almost like when someone tells you Santa isn't Real.

The worst kind of insomnia

This is a nightly tradition. I get tired at about 10pm after I am done hanging out at friends places. It will start while I watch some futurama or some lame movie on TNT. I doze off for a few mins on the couch. I wake up and realize how tired I am. I switch from my formal work clothes to my pjs and prep for bed. Right before I hit my pillow and dream the night away, I check the typical sites for emails, messages, comments, friend requests, and bullitens. All of these details are almost like caffine; addictive and stimulating. The process is the same, read posts, repond to posts, refresh home page, wait, refresh home page, wait some more, get an email saying my myspace has been hacked and that I have apparently been broadcasting how to pictures of hot girls on your celphone by texting to a certain number, delete post, and then give up. I am awake. I take a pill, lie down again and wait. The waiting continues. I figet. I toss. The pill isn't working! My alarm clock has fallen off my nightstand! It could be 2am, 3am, or even 5am! I have to be up by 8am! Is that going to be possible? I try to read. There is nothing to read. In the past 2 weeks, I have finished 2 Hellboy graphic novels and Ayn Rand's Anthem. I need something new. When is that new Harry Potter book coming out? Not soon enough! (harry potter always puts me to sleep - took me 3 year to finish the first six) Anyway, after frustration and dispair, I eventually drift off and fall asleep.
For 2 hours.
I don't know why I do, but sometimes I have a tendancy to wake up in the middle of the night. I shift position and sometimes hit my head on the bedpost or on the top bunk. (I bunk with my friend Trevor, he on top, me down below). The pain stings and I feel the knot grow on my head. I am fully awake again.

Dark circles have always existed under my eyes.

Things on my mind

I have a lot of stuff to do today, its my day off and I need to make the best of it. I am not in school right now so I should be glad I am not filling my day with homework or anything.
Problem is, I don't know where to start... or end for that matter. There are a few things that I have successfully completed. Shower-check. Brush teeth-check. Shave-check. Dressed-check. what's missing? Oh breakfast!

Breakfast done!
I get to make a new bank account today! Cash a check! that's exciting!
Longboarding maybe....
Gonna watch some Depeche Mode music videos.
Maybe go for a walk.


Well, enough wasting time. Let's get em.

Troy Vs. Godzilla

Not everyone gets written into a novel!


Synopsis:
"On the outskirts of Fort Wayne, Indiana, twelve-year-old Troy Richmond (thats me) wishes on a star for more excitement in his life. Be careful what you wish for, Troy! When a meteorite lands in his backyard, it infects Troy with information about King Ghidorah, the terrible three-headed space monster who is heading straight for Earth. Troy finds himself at the center of a worldwide monster battle when King Ghidorah attacks Monster Island and hurts Godzilla's monster friends Rodan, Mothra, Battra, and Anguirus. Now it's personal, and it's up to Godzilla and a kid from Indiana to join forces and save the world!"

Wishes can come true! I need more excitement in my life!