mad_yeti

I saw this icon a few days ago, and forgot about it...

And then last night had a long complicated dream involving Stephen Colbert gallantly rescuing me from evil elf territory in World of Warcraft. I'm actually lying facedown in the dirt playing dead when he strides up in all his glory, takes me in his arms, gazes deep into my eyes and whisks me away to implied love land.
I just realized the icon connection. what the hell. it was funny anyway.

Did you ever see that movie Sugar and Spice? About those cheerleaders that robbed a bank, you know? There was this teenage girl character that was madly in love with Conan O'Brian. I got reminded of her for a second, hah.

I went to improv class at the upfront and it was AWESOME. I got to scream strings of nonsense words at strangers and pretend to carry around Abe Lincoln's corpse. Highly recommend it. Also met a cute college guy who is probably gay.

Christ on a stick, I'm longwinded.

I've been equally afraid lately to check livejournal and my email account. But as I've resolved yesterday to try something every day that scares me, here I go. it's not so bad - apparently there's a lot of lazy non-updating bastards like myself out there... I dunno, probably 'cuz people are starting to have lives and shit. It's kind of odd, really. A mighty drumroll built up in my head signaling that sometime soon, any day now, my peers and I were going to suddenly poof into adults in a flash of cosmic brilliance, maturity and strong career paths. I stared at the sky for a good while with my arms wide open before I realized that everyone's been wandering off quietly in their own directions for years.
Granted that's just my perspective. No dis intended on the awesome adventures, jobs and people a lot of you are having and doing and... doing. Oh yeah, I saw that. I've got my eye on you.
Anyway, apparently my subconscious still thinks about life in segments. Am I alone here? hmm.


Wow. I REALLY did not intend this to turn into philosophical over-emoting. Sheesh.

This week I tried out for the Bellingham roller derby team (ROLLER BETTIES, HUUUNH!), though I think I shan't join since 1) the twice or thrice a week practices, committee meetings, volunteer stuff etc. that I'm supposed to be brimming with self motivation to attend are all in Burlington, 2) $300-500 equipment fees plus rink admittance make me go eeehhh and 3) well, there's no other good reason except I had all my skating fantasies fulfilled by the tryout: speeding, turning, stopping, falling down awkwardly and going 'wheeeee'!.
Compete? eh. I just like rolling around like a dumbass.

-Meg

I have memories of using Adobe Illustrator in college with something I'd almost call fondness. I even remember getting a pretty good hang of it for doing what I wanted it to do. Two years later? Sure, I bet I can jump back into it just fine.. let's just boot it up here and oh my GOD PANIC BLAUUGHACKACK. I need to learn to avoid high-learning-curve programs when I'm struck with the rare artistic motivation.

Lookit my new icon I shamelessly stole! It speaks truth!

I'm tired of my whiny inner emo crying that she isn't as good as x-artist so her art isn't even worth doing. boo hoo. that's bullshit on all counts. If you have that too, kill it! I will squash mine with my mallet of rabid productivity or die trying. Because I really REALLY hate that bitch.

Back to illustrator I go...

Pan's Labyrinth is disturbing. Very disturbing.. the kind that makes my insides squirm. It also makes me picture exactly what my squirming insides look like because the cinematography was that FUCKING awesome.

See it.

Fuck myspace. It's boring, and once you've tweaked your profile enough and made plenty of OMGweshouldhangoutmore comments on your friends' pages it looses all of its appeal for me. How do people spend hours on there? I don't get it. Livejournal, on the other hand... well, I just lost three hours. How? I dunno. but I think I read some cool shit and looked at lots of art. and stuff. Throw in a couple stupid movies for good measure. And I can think of a billion more places I want to look now. Damn internet.

(anime goosh - you're warned)
I noticed most of the anime I love is either disgustingly, shamelessly girly or dark, twisted, uberviolent and/or incomprehensible. This is probably why I never watch anything with my mother (except ghibli stuff). This is probably also related to why my mom once made the comment "I sometimes feel like I raised a boy-girl" or something along those lines. Case in point: two of my recent favorite shows are called "Hellsing Ultimate" and "Princess Tutu", respectively. I mean, c'mon! One is 'kitchen sink vampire bloodbath plus boobs' and the other is 'klutzy girl saves day with magical ballet'.
I guess my tastes aren't all that unusual when I think about it, but I was reflecting on it and had to laugh.
(end anime goosh)

AND!

If you waded through the above (and you're local), I'm putting out an open invitation to come see Pan's Labyrinth with me & friends at the Pickford tonight, 9PM. Come! See! Everybody!

Sorry I haven't been around for the last eon... so many missed opportunities to sprinkle little bits of joy and bother over the people of livejournal land. I built a new computer, ignored more and more of my regular projects/ social things and then spent awhile as a large, slow-moving attic sloth pretending I was a dwarf huntress in the magical, mind numbingly horrible World of Warcraft (I can't honestly say that in past tense though). I also tried the myspace thing.

Additionally I did a bang-up job of completely ignoring my friends' page for months so I wouldn't have to deal with days worth of catch-up reading, so I have no idea what a lot of you are up to. I'll try to catch up a bit and hopefully avoid any faux pas around those of you that have gotten a sex change/ converted to obscure, strict religions/ birthed things/ killed things/ been abducted by aliens and/or Vatican ninjas. Though if the last bit is true I'm totally gonna be insensitive and grill you for all the traumatic details.

yar. it is good.

yar, I must go sleep for It is dead-o-clock now and there is little else for my poor little sleep deprived brain to have a chance at making work. Tomorrow I will hopefully get the hell away from the computer and try to re-establish verbal contact with many of you. Niiiiight.

(PS. One of you has birthed things! Thing. This I know :P)

To make up for whiney, here's an art thing:

( art, yo )

The guy who's grading my portfolio says to only put my best art in, but also tells me emphatically to throw down my pen and paint things. This is mostly impossible with my timeframe. "take a medium you have almost no experience with and make the best art you've ever done!" Fabulous. Okay, so this thing was cool, and he liked it, but now I'm out of burning inspiration.
Oh, and teacher man? My portfolio isn't going to look more cohesive if I make more weird experimental shit like this and stick it next to all the cartoony line art in there. sheesh, man. Make up your mind what you want from me.

Bleh, I have no idea what to make now.

I'm so fucking sick of school. For the love of god, Western, just let me go.

shitty shitty internet. shooting mental projectiles of exploding firey death at Comcast, which would be real if only, ONLY I knew where I could be directing them. I HATE. I wish for a volcano to erupt under their headquarters so I would at least be saved from the endless piddling of weak signals, lost connections and pictures that take five, nay ten minutes to load. May they all be raped by porcupines and have their homes invaded by... by pigeons! Yes, enormous flocks of pidgeons that shit over everything and molt their filthy feathers while making that obnoxious cooing noise en masse.

*points a shaking, wrathful finger out the window* You've been warned, bitches!!

EeeeaAAArrrRRaggghhhassmonkeys!

alright, so I promised myself I wouldn't be updating my livejournal until I had something cool and artsy worth posting a la sinman and her random cool doodlings. Though just thinking about my art in conjunction with hers wakes up my ridiculous inferiority complex, so I'm saying to hell with that, yo. Besides, there's people out there I need to disturb.

I just voluntarily zapped a large portion of my brain cells by going to anime club thing and experiencing the horror of Inukami. I naturally have to share:

jolly fun time with proboscidea.

There, don't you feel better now? Those wacky japanese. From the same nation that will soon be bringing you the animal crossing movie. Because the raw excitement of furniture collecting needs to be seen on a big screen. wooo! I need to go beat my brain against something productive. Squish, squish squish against my homework!


(don't watch Inukami, really. I loved FLCL and Excel Saga, but this is the bad kind of wacky. Watch Melancholy of Haruhi instead.)

I've got me a class, I've got me a class!! Against my dismal track record getting art classes I want lately, I snagged a good 'un. The premise: we work on whatever the hell we want, focusing on getting the best quality work we possibly can to present to the class every two weeks, ultimately making a kickass portfolio by the end to show off to *gasp* the REAL world.

90% self motivation here. Anyone that knows me well enough is guffawing in my general direction; I SUCK ASS at getting off my lazy butt, even to do something fun like drawing. I've fucked myself over in this area more times than I can count.

This is it, then. This is my final, my truly last of the last class at Western. I can afford only one. And it's with the cool walrus-man professor who talks slowly but with a seriousness that gets my mind racing. I've got a million ideas and a firey tiger inside of me waiting to go all art-geek on everybody nearby. It's.. well, I must say it's rather awesome.

And I'm not gonna fuck it up again.



...goodbye, WOW. It's gonna be a bittersweet quarter. *sniff*

unless someone can suggest to me a dynamite recipe combining blueberries, grape leaves, dried snapeas, canned fruit salad and sweet & sour sauce. Yummmmmmmm.

Cleaning one's room may seem like an unholy ordeal, akin to flailing oneself repeatedly against a ten-foot wall of rancid sludge. Is it me? Maybe it's just me. But damn, is it a good feeling to see your scanner for the first time in four months.

Peeling back the layers of dusty doodlings and aged correspondance, one glimpses a smooth expanse of plastic emerging from unknown depths of the paper jungle. It brings forth a swelling of hope. Figures dancing across webpages on the fringes of imagination, fingers already twitching for promised adventures in Photoshop. Prematurely, perhaps? Dare not, brave soul, to look upon the mountain still lying atop the drawing area. Oh, but what a fine dream!

The stars are beautiful tonight. It's ridiculously cold out for Bellingham, but the upside of it all I suppose is one of the clearest skies I've ever witnessed over our little college town. So if all you insomniacs out there decide to go strollin' (you're mad!), be sure to look up. GORGEOUS.

Testing, testing, here I go! Onward with the firey yeti goodness!
*swooshes hand dramatically*