Followed Home

Oh, hey Ubiquity. Sorry I haven't spoken to you in a while, guess I've been busy, or something. I think it might be midterms, since I've got all of these exams and homework assignments. Which reminds me that I have an assignment that I should definitely complete before I got to bed.

I am so excited for NaNoWriMo to start that I can't even put it into words. So I won't.

I spent $50 at the craft store today, and I can't decide if I should feel guilty or not. I plan to use everything I bought, and I even made sure to buy mostly things I will use again in the future. Like a hundred little black buttons that I can use for eyes on my dolls. (It was only 99¢!) I went in with a list, and I pretty much stuck to it. Eh, whatever, I've now got enough supplies to start this really big project I've been planning. So it's all good.

OH HEY, just now I finished making a Jirachi doll for a friend. Like, right just now. Here, let me show you a picture of it.
That doll is pretty much Frankenstein. Seriously, I stitched pretty much all of it together. I'm not even sure I crocheted any of it, I just pulled out a needle and started stitching into things until it came about. I also love how crap-tastic the semi-circle on its belly is. Also: He wanted red instead of blue. Makes it more special, or something.

In unrelated news, it snowed about four inches today. The snow really started to pick up just as I was making my way back from the craft store. It was not very fun to get whipped in the face with snow when I was wearing only a flimsy sweater. I swear, it wasn't even starting to snow when I left.

Hungry

Oh my gosh I am so hungry right now. I am always hungry when I can't go get food. This is madness, I am telling you, this is a hunger that can't be satiated by mere water alone. I need a vending machine, or something.

That's really all I have to say, because I'm tired right now. 'Night!

Denomination

I've been wanting to do NaNoWriMo for years now, but whenever November rolls around I completely forget about it. This year, though, I had a friendly reminder. And now I'm all gung-ho and ready to go. Especially since I've got all of that pent-up creativity trying to burst from the seams, like I mentioned in my last post. I think I'm going to finally write Lucid Dreaming. I will probably hate myself for squeazing it out so fast and not putting the time into it that it deserves, but I'll finally have it down and done. I can always edit it later.

I did some quick math, and found that I'll need to write about 1,666 words a day if I'm going to hit the 50k mark. To get a feel for it, I Lorem Ipsum'd it, and it turned out to be about three and a half pages of solid text. That's kind of a lot to write in one day. So I looked up that short story I wrote for my English class last year. It's 3,679 words long. I wrote about half of that slowly over time, and the rest quickly in one night. Writing this story is going to be quite the challenge for me, especially since I'll be doing some traveling during Thanksgiving. I'll need to have most (if not all) of the novel written before the 24th if I want to relax during my holiday.

But even if I don't hit 50,000 words, I'll still have a lot done if I work dilligently. That'll be rewarding enough

Alright, I'm off to go make an outline. Otherwise I will, for certain, get lost.

Soul Squeaky

I went swing dancing today. Except I didn't dance, because I don't know how to swing dance. But I knew somebody in the band, so I went to support him. That is the story of my Monday.

Wait, there is so much more, but it's all about this guy I keep seeing that reminds me of TKTWTSTE. He doesn't wear the same thing every day, but he does dress sloppily. And today I found out he is an amazing swing dancer. Wait, yeah, no, I guess that's all there is to say, because nobody can replace the original TKTWTSTE.

I am in the mood to make comics. I have no idea why, but I'm back to thinking in comic strips. It is such a terrible habit, because I'll get stuck trying to think up a punchline to ordinary everyday things. It's worse than zoning out. But I want to make these comics, and I want to make them fast. And I want to make that comic book type dealie I've got planned. And I want to play the piano again. I want to do something creative, and be really good at it. Mannnn, I just want to make things.

I also want my roommate to stop sleeping all the time. I have nothing against her needing her sleep, but I hate tip-toeing around my own room at two in the afternoon. Today I walked in, saw nobody was there, and started talking to myself in my usual frantic manner, (Whispering, actually. Shut up about it.) only to find that she was actually lying in bed the entire time. I did not know what to do, so I gathered up my books and left. And then I waited in the lobby until it was time to leave for class, because it was raining today. It was just a plethora of awkward happenings, all because she is sleeping so much.

Maybe she is sick again? Ugh, I hate it when people are sick all the time like this.

Earlier

Man, the titles of these posts are getting kind of dumbed down.

I had a good weekend. Friday we stayed up until four in the morning coloring plastic spoons. Saturday night we had a wild adventure walking down college street past all of the parties. It started out with this guy that I was pretty sure was a zombie walking right towards us, and it freaked me out pretty bad. It turns out he was not a zombie, but it is still a mystery as to why he was walking like that. At one point we found a cell phone on the ground. I was all like "THAT. I WANT THAT." Even though it had been run over a few times and the battery was missing. I plan to take it apart. Inside there was a microSD card, and I stuck it inside my phone to see what was on it. There were some pretty amazing videos, as well as some odd pictures. One video had a legit fight, and you couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy that got the snot beat out of him. Another video had some guy going down the street on rocket skates, and you couldn't help but feel wonder and awe at the sight of it.

While I was farting around with the phone, some guy on a bike comes up and practically runs us over. He was shouting at us first in French, and then in Spanish, then back to French. So the one chick in our group that had taken French started shouting back at him "Ham. I want ham every fucking day," until the guy finally went away. It was pretty wacky. I'm pretty sure we've told the story about fifty times today. And then, to end the story, today we all ate brunch and watched one movie too many in our attempt to procrastinate at homework.

Anyways, yeah. I have a headache right now. But it's not from the severe lack of sleep this weekend, it's because I just now ate a chocolate bar. I think I will go sleep it off.

Treats You Like

Yes! I got the character design for the most complicated character done and I am pretty satisfied with the result. Now I need to figure out the other character, and put a bit of effort into making a side character friend, and design a rope... Yep. And then I will have three characters and a rope finished.

Teaser! This was the hardest thing to figure out, because I am no good at designing things like kimonos.


Wow, all the flashy vibrancy is gone as soon as I take a digital photo. Either way, I'm pretty sure the next time I draw this kimono in full color it will be done on the computer. Actually, I really hate this kimono now. Fuck my life, I think I might start over.

So I did that thing for the film major girl where she took video of me brushing my hair. It was really... different. I brushed one side of my head for like, twenty minutes. And then I used a blow drier on it. She did a lot of trippy things, like having someone else hold a blow drier underneath to make my hair fly all over the place. Or angling the camera and having me tilt my head back to make it look like my hair was growing. I just... Man. I can only see this video becoming psychedelic.

I had a weird dream last night. Let me tell you about it. It started with me and a group of people exploring a house, looking for some creeper dude. While we were ogling a door, trying to figure out how to get past it, creeper dude grabbed me and dragged me underneath a bed. He held my mouth shut, and told me not to scream or he'd break my hips in half. To prove it, he grabbed both my hips and bent it slightly, and motherfucker did it hurt. So I nodded. I think he made me ask what time it was, or something. I did, and then I elbowed him, crawled out from underneath the bed, and dragged him out by his hair. A chubby police dude in my group beat the crap out of him, and then the house burned down. I don't understand why. And then I wrote a song on my ukulele. And then played a really huge guitar.

When I woke up, I decided to try playing the song I wrote, but it didn't work out well. In my defense, I had a hard time playing the song in my dream as well.

Today has been a very creative day.

EDIT: Haha, I'm editing my own post. Right at midnight.

Anyways, I made this because I was so upset with that poor photo:

My wrist is so cramped right now it's not even funny.

Mother Nature

So while I was taking a shower, my roommate decided to leave and lock the door, effectively locking me out of my room. Our RA was not in her room, so I had to walk all the way down to the front desk and request a spare key. In a towel. It was not a fun experience. So I'm not much of a happy camper right now.

I really want to draw a manga. I woke up this morning, and decided I wanted to make a manga. Which is odd, because usually I wake up wanting to make comic strips in an american style. But whatever. I've got an interesting concept in my head, and I think I'll start dragging my sketchbook around with me so I can flesh out the character designs a bit. Maybe then I can get working on some plot, and maybe muster up the motivation it takes to draw an actual comic book type deal. I'm not very good at planning out pages. Usually I draw everything free floating on a page of paper, and then paste it all together in Photoshop. Sometimes I even use actual scissors and glue. But I don't think I'll ever master the ability to neatly place objects within a panel.

I'm excited, though. I'll get to break out the colored pencils when figuring out the characters for this one. And I'll finally have an excuse to get my scanner working with my computer. Even though all of my attempts at that before have just completely failed, I'll bet once I've got a page done I'll have some serious motivation to get it working.

The Next Part

Man, Ubiq--Is it alright if I call you Ubiq? I'ma call you Ubiq.

Man, Ubiq. The weirdest thing happened to me today during math class. Some girl outta nowhere comes up to me and starts rattling off about how she's a film major and she has to do this film project. I'm all like, yeah so? Right? But she keeps talking and I keep nodding my head. Eventually she gets around to the fact that I have hair exactly like her sister's. Uhhh, what? Is what I'm thinking. But she wants me to like, be in a film she has to make for class. It's about her early childhood memories, or something. She wants me to sit in a seventies-looking outfit and brush my hair, facing away from her. It's awkward, but I totally agreed to do it. It took some serious guts to ask a perfect stranger to do a thing like that. And I figure, why not, hey? Help a girl out, why doncha.

Anyways, if I were in a sorority, that's probably what all of my entries would sound like.

I'm hungry, but I don't want to go down to the convenience store because the lady working there is starting to get to know me. It makes me feel a little pathetic, going down to buy food all the time. I'm thinking I should keep a calendar where I keep track of how often I do these mundane things. How often I go to the convenience store, how often I ride the bus, how often I sit at the duck pond. For some reason I am absolutely terrified at establishing myself as a regular at any of these places. It's an irrational fear, and there are places I can't avoid going to routinely. But I suppose if I ever end up with a bounty hunter after me it'll be harder to track me down this way.

Where The Wild Things Are comes out this weekend and I need to go see it. I missed 9, and I'll forever regret that. But I refuse to go see a movie by myself. So I either need to find somebody that has a car and some spending money, or somebody that'll be fun to hang at the mall with for an hour or so because we took the bus. I've got two people in mind right now... Annd, fuck. They're both sick. I need to go see this movie if it kills me.

Wash Jones

Man, it is so nifty that the US president is winning the Nobel Peace Prize. I mean, that guy is the role model. He not only became president despite people's prejudices against race (that actually isn't much of a problem anymore), he's winning the award that means you're a fantastic and nice person. Next, I'm pretty sure Obama is going to go into outer space, probably cure cancer, become a doctor, and turn into a rock star over night. And then mothers will be saying things like "If you drink your milk, Timmy, you'll become strong like the president!" and Timmy will gulp down his milk because the president is fucking awesome.

Okay, I should point out that none of that was sarcasm. I'm actually really happy to have a president that earns great things for doing great things. Especially since for most of my life we've had presidents that people absolutely hate for some reason or another; it's nice to have a guy running the place that we can look up to.

Alright, who the fuck is blaring Christmas music? That is inexcusable, especially since I'm pretty sure it is coming from the floor below me and the floor is really thick. Halloween hasn't happened yet, and I haven't even started planning for Thanksgiving. Blare some Monster Mash or something, will ya?

Ugh. I am so tired of the snow and the cold. I want it to be at least a tiny bit warm. Brisk, or chilly at the least. The kind of weather where all I need is a sweater to go outside. My face keeps going numb on the walk to my class. It's like, a five minute walk, and it is so painful for me. And some days I just can't bring myself to bundle up for the short walk to class, and all I pull on is a thick sweater. And it is on those days that I practically run to class, because after only one minute my ears start getting frostbitten. I swear to God the weather reports aren't telling the truth, and are saying it's about twenty degrees warmer than it really is.

Oh, remember how I was trying to do my laundry yesterday? I never fucking finished. Some girl kept ninjaing her way into the laundry room, taking up the only washing machine so I couldn't get another load done. I started at like, eleven in the morning, and finally gave up and hauled my dirty clothes out of the laundry room at about 5pm. Seriously, there is a bag of dirty clothes on top of the washer. That means that there is someone doing their clothes in there. It does not mean sneak in there, use their soap, and clean your own clothes. Motherfucker, I show some courtesy to someone and I get screwed over.

All of my clothes smell like wet dog.

Excuse me for a moment, I need to go kill my neighbor. They won't stop kicking the wall while coughing in a digusting manner. Maybe once she's dead I can get some sleep. At least then nobody would be hitting an oil drum with a crowbar, or whatever. Or, that's what it sounds like, at least.

Cat Carde

Do you ever read a book of poetry, and then feel like writing a bunch of poetry yourself? And then you do, and realize it's awful, but you show your friends anyways to get their opinion of it and they all tell you it's great, so you think maybe you just don't get your own poetry or you're more humble than you thought, so you write a bunch more poetry and your friends are always telling you how much they look forward to your next poem, and eventually you decide to get yourself published but the publishers all just laugh in your face and tell you what you write is horrible crap, and you realize that your friends never actually liked your poetry but were just trying to be nice and encourage you to do what you loved, but you can't help but feel like they're all dicks for not giving you their actual opinion of your poetry in the first place, and you feel like you could have avoided a lot of embarrassment if your friends were just more honest people? Yeah, that happens to me like, all the time.

Oh my gosh, I have been waiting forever for this girl to finish up her two loads of laundry so I can do my five. I let her go ahead and do a load after I had finished only two, because I was being polite and I thought what we'd do was trade off using the washer so that we could both get things done in the most efficient manner. But instead she does her two loads one right after another, and then uses all of the dryers and leaves her clothes in the washer. It's been over an hour since all of the machines finished, and it's time for her to get her ass back in there and put her clothes where they belong. And it really pisses me off, because I have no pants to wear, they're all waiting in the laundry room to be cleaned. So I've just been wearing a really long shirt and really tall socks and hoping nobody will notice. I was absolutely positive I'd be wearing pants by now. Also, I don't think this girl lives on our floor, so she shouldn't be using the washer anyways.

I am bitchy today because I had all of these plans to hang with friends, but they all came down with the flu. So instead I've been doing cleaning chores in my chilly room. What I'd love to do is make chicken soup for all of them, but I'd probably catch the flu and I don't know where everyone lives to deliver it. Also, that'd be a ton of chicken soup to make, and I just don't have the things I need to do it. I also tried to scratch together enough change to buy some candy from the vending machine, but all I have is Canadian coins. Which is really odd. Who the fuck gave me change in Canadian money?

I ran out of things to clean so I scrubbed down the lightswitch, thermostat, and doorknob. There was a frightening amount of grime on all of it, probably decades worth of grime. Then I disinfected pretty much everything in the room. I doubt I'll be getting the flu now, but my neighbor keeps making these grizly coughing sounds, and I swear to god it sounds like she's trying to cough through the wall at me and make me sick. Just listening to her makes me want to wash my hands. Man, when did I turn into such a germophobe?

Upon You

Man, I am so sick of rap and country. Those are the only two types of music I don't actually enjoy, and those are the only two types of music that play on the radio in the bathroom. Every so often I'll change it to something else--ANYthing else--and within the hour someone will have put it back to rap or country and turned the volume way up. It's ridiculous. It's upsetting. And I can understand why someone stole the power cord to the first radio within the first week. They gave it back... After someone stole a radio from a hotel to replace the first one.

I also can't stand rap songs that steal the beat from another well-established song. I was just listening to a rap to the beat from Inspector Gadget. It wasn't even about the Inspector; it was just another generic rap. This happens way too often to songs I love. I can't understand it. I mean, good artists copy and great artists steal, but these guys are just screwing with perfection. It's like displaying page from a coloring book in an art museum. It's not their art, even though they put something over it.

Also, it won't stop snowing. It hate it when it snows. When it's all done snowing and it's just snow on the ground it's fine, but snow falling through the air is really annoying. It whips in your face and sticks to your hair and flies up your nose. It makes to hard to even see when it's all blowing right at you.

Bah, I'm just angry at the world right now.

Airplanetastic

I didn't put very much effort into this, but that is okay. By the way, room 424 is my room.

Anyways, I am back in Bozeman. I didn't really enjoy returning. But I do love that I have my ukulele. Playing it shall be my escape from all things I dislike about college, or something. Or, maybe I'll play relevant songs the next time my neighbor is being noisy. I'm looking forward to what I'll play next time she has noisy sex. She is being really noisy right now (fake crying) and there is a guy in her room, so I think my time will come soon.

It is snowing right now. It started snowing pretty much the moment I exited the airport. I'm really glad that mum bought me a bunch of winter clothes Saturday. Now I can look stylish while I keep warm. What I've been doing is wearing Christmas gifts I've crocheted for other people. They don't always match together well. I hope nobody minds that I've worn their gift. Hey, I still made it especially for them, so they should be appreciative.

Okay, I can't stop looking at that comic. I love the third panel. Her face is all like "Wtf is that baby doing on the sidewalk?"

Beanie

I don't think I want to fly back to Bozeman on Sunday. I think I want to stay here at home, with the few friends that are left. It's just so much more comfortable here.

So I tried putting Bootcamp on my Mac again today. It took six separate install disks, two of which were Vista. I finally got XP on here, and it was not easy at all. I'm still having problems, though. I don't think it installed fully, and I'm having a lot of trouble trying to open the Mac OSX disk while in Windows. So a lot of my hardware isn't really working when I'm a PC. And I haven't figured out how to connect it to the internet, so I really just have a useless lump of computer that's probably only good for running programs that don't need right-clicking. I'm going to keep working on it, though. The only problem is that I can't restart the process anymore, since I don't have a Windows install disk that I can use. Ugh. I hate this Mac so much right now.

Road Again

I am at home! Oh my gosh, I am home! It is really nice to be at home, and not at a dorm. Here are some things I love about home:

- The fridge doesn't move when I open the door
- Cats
- No shower shoes
- Soft toilet paper
- DVR
- Private room
- I know which room and which floor the spot cleaner is on
- There is no roommate around to accidentally steal my spot cleaner
- I have a car
- Lifelong friends live here
- I know where buildings are

I am about to go lie down in a bed that is not above or below anyone or anything. Tomorrow I am going to wake up and not shuffle around quietly trying not to wake my roommate. I will probably take a shower, and I will step out of the shower stall before donning a towel. I will then eat breakfast that I prepared only moments earlier. Being home is glorious.

I am also trying to put Bootcamp on my Mac. I am so sick of this Mac that it is getting ridiculous. Every day is a new disappointment with this computer. Today's disappointment was that I couldn't install Bootcamp with our Windows XP install disks, because they are something pack 1 and not something pack 2. There is no versatility. Yesterday's disappointment was that I could not run Lemmings on my computer. The day before that, the track pad decided not to work for a bit. The day before that was a reoccurance of an ongoing problem; I can not refresh by pressing F5. This last problem can be remedied, but it is more of an annoying workaround that needs to be constantly performed than it is a fix.

Fuck I hate Macs. But I really love being home.