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Yes, yes indeed, back in Animation Survey Class. I turned in my capstone Proposal on Monday so, no entry then… sorry. But here we are me behind again on my Webcomic. *Sigh* my hair has reached a point where I now look like a disheveled Centauri. It’s hideous. I’m only an inch or two away from the point where if I take the headband out I’ll look like Agethe de La Bouley in “The Girl” and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. I may have to start dressing like her to prevent girlyfication.

It’s warmer today… so I’m wearing my blue skirt… however combined with the hair halo on my head, this means I’m in danger of pulling a Mariska, to make a TV Metaphor. I look like a JeeJo. I want my short hair back. I look Like a GIRL!!! That’s it… that does it… where’s my v-neck sweater… the red one… with the built in white undershirt… I want my Liv Shirt!!!


“Hunger” is a purely creepy film. The first computer generated cartoon… seriously… there’s no other way to describe it… and for the record it’s not the animation’s fault… it’s the subject matter that’s weird. Indescribably weird… so I’ll stop trying to describe it.

Tonight we’ll get our costumes for Man of La Mancha, and I’ll get to see just how scruffy I am. The Costume lady is giving me a pocket in my vest so I can put Quijana’s money pouch in it when I steal it. Yey. *Higgle.*

“The first big milestone in 3d Animation, was the sexy robot.” He’s going on and on about the sex appeal of this Robot… it had better be something… … …WTF Mate?!? It’s a Canned Food commercial. What makes you think she’s supposed to be sexy… little misogynistic… GAH. This man’s head has come undone. I mean it’s spectacular but it’s not about Sex. It’s about CANNED GOODS.

*Bangs head on table until unconscious.*

“Who has or has not seen this Movie… Hands up.” WTF?

*Returns to unconsciousness.*


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It’s not MID-Term Yet…

But I took a Midterm exam today anyway. Not sure I did so well on it, but speaking to others who took the exam, I don’t feel as strange about it. They were pretty lost too, and most of our grade depends on our classwork anyway.

Really though I shouldn’t worry so much. I mean, I’m a crazy person off her meds, who can still function. I should be proud that I’m managing as well as I am. I remember to eat and sleep, and shower… well sometimes I forget to shower, but mostly I remember, and I remember to do my homework and go to class on time, and that’s a lot to remember when you have the attention span of a gnat, the memory span of a goldfish (“Look! A Castle!”) and are easily frustrated. So yeah, I’m not doing half bad.


Yeah, you guessed it. I’m in Animation history class again. I’ve dispenced with the blow by blows, but here I am still, about to watch a movie called “Gerald McBoing Boing” which though the story is by Dr. Seuss, looks nothing like a Seuss film, artistically speaking… but… it walks like a Seuss, and it Talks like a Seuss, so I guess it is a Seuss.

I’m glad EOP is over, because, even though I miss it, it’s nice to have my evenings back, since I’m only in Ensemble in Man of La Mancha. Though I do seem to loose Thursdays from here on out which doesn’t fare well for ER and CSI, I get Tuesdays back, bust in time for Tonight. ROA!!!! RETURN OF ALEX. *Bounces.* I can’t wait… I wonder… ITBIAL? *Higgles.*

A though just occurred to me. The sort of thought that makes it necessary to separate me from the other children. “Shits and Giggles.” They sometimes say “He did it just for Shits and Giggles.” Well the Giggles I get… but what does he want with the Shits? I don’t want the Shits… do you want the Shits? No. No one wants the Shits.

“This Story is told through the eyes of a madman………. who like all of us, thought he was sane.” Story of my life dear… story of my life… or the preface for a Cartoon based on the Edgar Alan Poe Poem “The Raven.” Well at least this is what the Professor tells us. What he doesn’t seem to realize, is that this is not “The Raven.” I was promised “The Raven” but this is “The Tell Tale Heart.” I am displeased. The Monkey is not Happy. Grrrrr. (Insert Monkey Sounds Here.)

I’m debating weather to go to Russell Sage Dining Hall for Dinner after this, or go home and eat the Leftovers in My Fridge. I have Rice and Salad from the Japanese Delivery Place. You know what… I’m going to Russle Sage. Mah GF and the gang will be there… and I could use a social pick me up. They’re a cool crowd. Yesh.



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This Entry has Nothing to do with Orange Beads…

For the record, I would like to state that it is humanly possible to sleep on a pair of rolley chairs. I just did so for a good hour or so. Sorry to have bailed out for a while, I was busy with homework and, EOP (Trevor) rehearsals and a small stress related setback. Needless to say, I’m over my fear of the TV forum I was warned at, and I’m going back there as soon as I have time. I probably screwed myself over that was trying so hard to be PC that I came across as self righteous and fake, so now I’ll just quit censoring myself and say what I mean, that way if I get warned again, it will be for something I said, and meant, and not because someone read attempts at sarcasm into desperate attempts to be PC.

“Virtuosity” – the professor just used a large word. Someone Call the Press. Yeah, I’m in Animation History Class again. I want him to SHUT UP and put on Fantasia. His little spiel was interesting at first but for the last 10 minutes he’s been Repeating himself. “Jazz music, or you could call it swing music…” Is swing Jazz? I though they were two different things. Related, but different.

A healthy dose of Neosporin has mostly cleared up the… scratches… on my left arm and hand from last week, and Noah says he’s going to take a sander or some tape and take care of that screw on the down right door that cuts my right hand at least once every run. I’ll catch a quick shower after class and clear my floor some so I don’t trip coming in at night, after the run, and impale myself on the chair or something.

“It’s about the witches Sabbath…” he pronounced the TH. I could swear that was pronounced ‘sabbat.’ I could be wrong. What do I know? I’m catholic… but really this doesn’t’ look like any Witch’s Sabbath I’ve ever heard of anyhow… and I think the few friends I have who practice religions in that vein, would be offended at this portrayal. This is just, Evil… This looks like a scene out of Mordor in Lord of the Frecking Rings. And that bit with the Spectral Army.


Meh. Oh now we get to watch Fishinger Studie 7, again .For like the 5th time. Then he shows us the Sorcerers Apprentice, and Cuts it off before the brooms get out of hand. Lovely.

The Professor claims that “Disnification’ is turning things idealistic. I think: it’s sterilizing them. There’s a difference. They usurp the true or original story, and really it’s rather sad. I mean they totally clean Grim’s Fairy Tales. The Little Mermaid was Supposed to DIE, and Pocahontas, that was history, and she was supposed to die too! And “The Right of Spring” (a la Fantasia) is about sacrificing a virgin to the gods that brought the Spring, not the creation of the world.

Speaking of the Right of Spring… there’s the Dinosaurs.

“Always in Animation, You have to Have Dinosaurs.”


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