Late

It's late. I already wrote this. But I deleted it already. Damn.

Went to the IMAX today. Sat too close, that's all I'll say.

Miss you babe, but I didn't call. Until ten minutes ago I honestly thought it was like 9 o clock.
Miss you, kiss you?

Okay.

Garden State

I saw Garden State today. I liked it. Libby, I'm making you watch it with me.

I'm going to some museum of art tomorrow...in the morning or something. We're getting up early to get into town and catch an IMAX. It's about ancient Egypt.

Then there's the art. I'm not excited because I'm bored. Not the type of bored where you're not doing anything, but the restless kind where no matter what you do you're still not satisfied. What happened to the old days where sitting on the couch and doing nothing was perfect?

I just want you to know that the excerpt from last post is not the whole story. There is more. And right now, I know it seems like "Yeah...okay. So, the guy's making a movie and he gets a letter which may or may not be bad. Why do I care." I'll tell you why....later. When I think of it. And write it. Yeah.

Excerpt

This one could be titled: What I Wrote On My Christmas Vacation

It was bright in the lab, with shining stainless steel tabletops and sun lamps that reflected off of every polished surface. Beakers of every sort were scattered around, some on Bunsen burners, some hooked together with tubes and even a few bubbling happily, releasing gases. The gas was sometimes red, sometimes green, and sometimes a foul-smelling coffee color. Workers in bright, fire-retardant lab coats bumbled about, trading beakers and speaking in often muffled, hushed tones. The workers wore goggles that obscured half their faces, and their hands were outfitted with gloves of the same material as their coats. In one corner of the lab, a man sat in a chair, smoking. He wore none of the same safety gear, and seemed oblivious of the danger of the fuming chemicals. No one paid him any heed, nor did they note the giant machine he sat his chair on. The machine was black, with a great circular opening toward the front. Anyone who looked would recognize the giant glass circle in the opening as a lens. A camera lens.

“Cut!” he yelled, the man in the chair. And the workers stopped their passing of the chemicals, stopped their stirring of the liquids in the beakers and flasks. They all turned toward him and sort of drew together in a clump near the center of the room. One pulled up his goggles, a short, pale guy with dark hair, and the rest of them did the same. The man in the chair cleared his throat.

“That was good, it was, but it wasn’t quite what I was looking for. Those of you toward the front of the room need to be a little more excited, a little more…” he paused, seeming to search for the correct word. “Vibrant,” he said finally.


The door on the north side of the lab opened and a tall, lanky man in blue sunglasses walked through. A light yellow paper was in one hand. The director held up a hand in greeting for the tall man, and yet his smile remained tight and grim.

“Mark,” the director said. “With a message, I see.”

Mark nodded, and as he bent down to pass the paper he pulled his face up to the director’s ear.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Gimble.” Then he was walking swiftly out the door, and Gimble the director stared at the paper in his hand. He looked at it for a long time before crumpling it up and dropping it in the nearest waste-disposal bin.

“All right,” he said, clearing his throat. “Let’s try that one again.”

Qwerty

The bad thing about post titles is that once you type them, you have to try to make sure you touch on that topic later. It's like predicting the weather. Once you do it, you had better hope you're at least part of the way right so people don't get mad and throw pumpkins through your SUV's windows. I don't have an SUV.

Another way to do it would be to write the post first and then put the title since you'll already know what the post is about. But that would be too easy, now, wouldn't it?

So, today's topic is Qwerty. They are the first six letters on the keyboard, from left to right on the top row. There's a bit of knowledge I bet you had but never really cared to think about.

I sympathize.

I'm reading a new book by George R. R. Martin suggested by my cousin called A Game of Thrones or some such nonsense...and I would put the link to the Amazon book review but I'm too damn lazy or something. Anyway, the book is fantasy about some kings....I'm guessing because of the title. (But what if he thought of the title first and then tried to fit the book after it? People might throw pumpkins through his windows if it wasn't about kings.)

I need to start writing again. Maybe today you'll be treated to an excerpt. Only I mean later today. Not right now.

Christmas....Politically Incorrect?

Merry Christmas.

I'm in Alabama for the week, visiting family. We tried to go to mass today but there was no one at the church. Apparently the newspaper had it wrong.

But I think... I think the newspaper was misleading us, making us go to Christmas mass at a time where there was no one there because they don't want us to go at all. It's just like how the Republicans told the Democrats to vote a day later, on Nov. 3rd.

It's okay though, because I didn't want to go to church anyway.

Staying on the Christmas vein, however, isn't it more apparent now how we as a culture are being so sensitive to other religions and beliefs as to where we start to cut our own religions and beliefs down? It's not okay to have a Christmas tree at school, but a Menorah is fine. I predict that soon, though most of the population is Christian, we will be the outcasts, the black sheep of society. And I don't understand it.

Let me have my Jesus, even if I choose not to love him.
Don't attack my Catholic culture, just because it is in the majority (including Protestant branches of Christianity here as well).

The bottom line is: Stop being ridiculous. Let people celebrate what they want to celebrate. There shall be no banning of Santa Claus in the school system. There shall be no more using Merry Holiday in place of Merry Christmas. Take your political correctness and shove it.

Again, Merry Christmas, and may the peace of God be with you all.
Adam

Ridiculosity

Ridiculosity I don't believe is a word. But it would describe the logo/graphic/thing that I posted a few days ago perfectly. I think it's ridiculously stupid and not a fair representation of my talents.

Which means I'll probably post a better one with the same idea later. The fading diver is a screenshot of an animation I'm making in Flash. I just onion-skinned it enough to where I could see like six frames then hit the good old Prt Scr button. Then it was into Photoshop.

I really don't like it. If I hadn't decided before that I was not going to take things down after I posted them (no matter what), I would. Anyway, going to Alabama tomorrow night. And tomorrow? Tobogganing with Libby and her sisters.

I just realized I don't have to come back to school until two weeks from yesterday. Which is still ridiculously short. My God.

Update - I talked to my counselor and transferred out of Journalism. Now I'm going to take Intermediate Art. I still haven't told my Journalism teacher. (Muahahaha).

Special thanks to Junky, who comments every once in a while. You are the only one.

T-Shirt Study

NEVER

I got a message from U of M, they've begun to process my application. That's good. But, I hear they're deferring a lot of people, and one of the people is in the top five percent. That doesn't happen.

I also lost my keys. But I guess my grandpa found them. Here's the strangeness about that.

I went to my Grandpa's first. Then to my aunt's. Then to my dad's friend's. And that's where I slept. I woke up and before we left I say, "I need to find my keys, I don't know where my keys are." My dad's friend tells me he remembers me swinging keys around on a green lanyard the night before. So do my parents.

BUT I NEVER HAD MY KEYS THERE.
NEVER.

And I don't know how my dad's friend (who has never seen my keys) could know A)that they were green or B)that they're on a lanyard. It was extremely odd. Maybe I'll write a story about it.

And now for the second image this site has ever had. Only the image will be above. Of course.

Watch Them Fall Into The Pool...That's Diving

Today. I had a swim meet. I had a not so good time diving. Broke thirty on the last one though, which I guess is all right. Makes me mad though. MAD MAD MAD.

For the divers plus one relay, I dove in and my goggles came halfway off...I couldn't see and my eyes were burning. So where I thought the wall was I did a kickturn. Didn't touch the wall, started swimming back. Ref didn't catch it though, because the kid down there told her that I did touch it...even though I DIDN'T! Lol. I was laughing so hard.

In other news, they pulled my cartoon from the paper. Those bitches.

BLEEPing Microwave

I asked myself a while ago what it would feel like to be an author. Well, now that I am one, I can tell you that it feels exactly the same as being not an author.

Go figure.

Reading many books at once. One of them is Good Omens, by Pratchett/Gaiman. Yep, started that one in the beginning of November.

I need to finish my cartoon for Journalism, but the thing is that I have no idea what to do it on. I don't want to be punished for not being able to come up with an idea! By the way, Journalism Teacher brought her microwave in today. Said, "If anyone doesn't have a job to do, you can clean the microwave out." I wanted to tell her that "I didn't take this class to clean your BLEEPing microwave." I would have had a good laugh, and been expelled. So I didn't say that.

I AM quitting Journalism though, BTW.

Grounded

I'm grounded somehow...apparently sleeping in and not cleaning your room before you go to Diving practice is a groundable offense. Who knew? Well, that takes care of my "Stop playing San Andreas" on the to-do list, as my Mom disabled the PS2.

I wonder how many people actually read this? Maybe I'm just talking to space. HELLO...HELLO OUT THERE! POST A COMMENT OR SOMETHING!

Like broadcasting to a far away planet. There's never a response.

Ah, well. Life goes on. And there's always peanut butter.

To-Do

• Finish U of M app/send it
• Draw this month's Senioritis strip
• Talk to Journalism teacher about quitting
• Get my back to feel better
• Get my dives back
• Go to Ann Arbor on Monday
• Put gas in the car
• STOP playing San Andreas
• Finish writing/start rewriting novel
• Get a short story published
• GET ME PUBLISHED
• PUBLISHED
• PUBlic deLISHious rED
• And I know delicious is not spelled with an SH. I wrote a book, for God's sake.