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I'm a waste of cyberspace, look at me!!!

We shall overcome...
We shall overcooome...
We shall overcome somedaaayy...
fordeepinmyheartidobeleiveweshallovercomesomeday!

But really now, I'm just being silly cuz I'm in a good mood, I completely respect the man.

Have a good one.

Where to start....

Vincent. I'd be a fool to say I love him when I have never truely met him, but it sure feels like I do. He lives in California. I live in Massachusettes. What do I like about him? Beleive me, I have a secret list, and it's getting pretty long. But I won't bore you with it.
I think the only real thing I've ever had a problem with about him is that sometimes I'm afraid to be myself talking to him. And it could just be because I respect him too much. He feels so far above me, so mature. I feel like a child, without a word of condescension to blame.
If we were a pair, I'd put every penny to spending a week or so with him over the summer. It makes me smile to imagine. Beautiful Cali, in his place. I bet his house is gorgeous.
I think he feels the same way, because he's told me he would have asked me out by now if I only lived nearby (sometimes he will anyway jokingly), and he always calls me hun. He said once that I'm attractive because I'm different. Interesting... But a part of me fears he may just be saying that. That he calls girls hun all the time. You know? Who's to say?
Or if he does, that he'd change his mind after a while.

I wouldn't call it "hitting on me", because when people hit on me, I usually feel uncomfortable, because it's overdone and unnatural sounding.

Now CORY. He hits on me. I can't stand it. He's one of those people that kinda MAKES you their friend. You're just minding you're own business and he calls you over, tells you to give him a hug, and acts like you've been buddies for years even though you've never associated outside of school once. But you'll sit with him anyway out of general friendliness, even though his conversations are so lame and predictable it's hard to stomach. And somehow he doesn't notice how obviously uninterested you are. That kind of person?
He can't even remember how many exes he has. So I mean it's not like there's much room to feel flattered or anything. "You're cute" from him means "Ur a gurl" Why thank you, yes I am.
One time, he asked me on the phone what I like most about him. After some thought, I said "That I could probably kick your ass and you would just let me." He laughed and went on a ramble of what a fine gentleman he is. I love being honest.

Had an okay Sabbath. Did a pretty good job assistant-teaching for my second time, considering among the class of *cough* two (pretty bad when two kids require two teachers to handle, lol. Two kids were absent actually tho.) was my little brother who hadn't taken his medication that morning, and was practically bouncing off the walls. (I don't like the idea of giving kids behavioral medication, I really don't. They become so dependant on it. It's like wearing cheap makeup when you have acne, just makes it worse really... Which is a hyppocritical statement cuz that's exactly what I do. Friggin acne...)

On the way home from dinner at Ken the pastor's house, I had a short argument with my Dad.
He was talking about my little brothers' mom again, because he hates that she doesn't go to church like we do. He means well, even though I think he ought to mind his business and not make her out to be bad in front of her own kids behind her back. But then he says "She really needs the Lord, you can see it in her finances. She's having all kinds of money problems now."
I say "I don't beleive God controls people's finances. there's alot of good Christians who are poor."
He goes off and says when people leave the faith God doesn't protect them so that they'll be miserable enough to go back to faith and blahblahblah.
I say "I don't beleive God makes people miserable, I think they do that themselves."
He says "You don't seem to beleive God does anything. You don't even beleive in miracles."
I say "I didn't say that."
He says "Well whenever I talk about something God is doing you always disagree and turn it into something natural, like it has nothing to do with any higher power."
I say "Things don't always have to be supernatural to be related to God. Nature is related to God."
Finally he says "...You're right."

Arguments like this can be so exuasting. I hate being pounced on whenever I have a disagreement, especially by someone who has the freedom to be the most opinionated person I've ever known. Sometimes I wish I could pretend to be an Athiest, just to avoid other Christians and their talk. You know why I beleive in God? Because I always have and I can't imagine myself ever being able to look up at the sky and not think someone is there. I just do. It's not like all these born-again folks I keep seeing who always have this big sob-story about how they were hopelessly lost until oneday they picked up a Bible and beleived it, just like that. Sorry.

Anyway.

I'm almost finished an amazing novel I just got last Friday. Watchmen, it's a big comic book. My friend, Dylan, let me borrow it without me even asking. He just loves it and knew I would too, he told me all about it's awards and how it would "change what you think of comics foreverr!"
It's really good, takes alot of thought, you get into it. Lots of action (that actually makes sense).
I can't wait to talk to him about it when I get back to school. I of all people understand how wonderful it feels to be actually able to share something you love with someone else. One of the main reasons I come here. Where else am I gunna find someone my age obsessed as I am or more with Flapjack, and so on? Not at home, though they may like it.

Like showtunes? [link] I've been browsing for days, I love it.

Oh yeah, and back to Vincent. Valentine's Day is coming up. Obviously I don't have the nerve to go asking him for his address at this point, so sending him a gift is out of the question. But I want to do something special to ask him to (forgive my cheesiness) be my Valentine.
Making a picture is just so... obvious for me. I wish I could think of something via internet a little more creative, that I could really do well. I could try to write a poem. But I don't know if I can. I'm not much of a writer, creative-wise.
I've been working on a fiber-glass etching for him for months at school, that I'm making ink prints of now (well, after Martin Luther King Day). So I have a picture to give him, sure. I just wish it was MORE... Any ideas? I looked up ideas plenty, but it's a little tricky to find a really good just-friends long distance crush Valentine idea. Lol. It's so rediculously complicated.

Oh yeah, my historical costume book arrived recently, it's marvelous. ALL pictures, just the way I like it. I haven't taken the chance to use it yet though.

Which reminds me, I keep thinking about Fosters Home For Imaginary Friends, about whenever Madame Foster first created Herriman, and her life growing up and getting married and building the house so on. I want to write a fanfic just about their life. Thing is, remember what I said about my creative writing skills being poor? (I understand if you don't, this is alotta blahblah.) Yeah.
I took a whole night making notes and figuring out a proper timeline with the years and ages all OCD-ishly.

Here's what my basic timeline for her so far:

Madame Foster (age 87 as of summer 2008)

*summer 1921 - born as Mary (nolastname) and abandoned at a foster home
*1929 - (age 7~8) creates Mr. Herriman
*1930~1938 - (age 8~17) first hatches idea for a Foster home for homeless Imaginary Friends
*1939 - (age 18) Marries Everett Foster
*April 1942 - (age 20) Everett drafted into Army Air Corps
*Jan. 1943 - (age 21) gives birth to baby "May"
*June 27 1944 - Everett killed in combat over France
*July 1944 - (age 23) goes into denial, and has first argument with Herriman.
*1944~1948 - (age 23~27) meet Mr. Pockets. With help, soon begins construction on Foster Home.
*finally finishes and lalala

Sound any good? I'm rather happy with it.
Of course I have alot of details in mind but this is getting long enough and I don't feel like spoiling it all anyways.

That's enough for today! PEACE!

(PS: YES! I DID IT!! I wrote this whole entry without using a single smiley or emoticon. I was really curious if I could do it while still getting my mood across, lol.)

I ordered a book online a couple days ago. (Yes, this is amazing news because most of my books are stolen from garbage cans and whatnot).
It's called Historical Costume in Pictures, and it's all about clothes that people wore from ancient times up to the end of the 19th century, page by page with like a gazillion picturrs. Then maybe I'll be able to draw old fashioned people ACCURATELY!
It was that or a How to Draw Manga book on costume, which is also very good, I knew someone who had it once and I loved to browse it, but now I try to stear away from drawing books that consist of only one style unless it's realistic or something so it's easier to do it my own way blah blah blah. Actually, to be completely honest, I mostly stay away from books like that to avoid Otakus or being labeled as one when I'm really an all-around animation lover. It's annoying having people think you're an asian wannabe who likes to wear kitty ears or something. But I never had a problem with anime, really... I like it. Even though I haven't had one I was into in years. I used to be in love with Fruits Basket and Wolf's Rain, but I just never finished it. Maybe it got too long or complicated, or maybe I just got lazy, cuz it's not like cartoons that are just always there on tv.
One thing I never liked about anime is the lack of variety in appearences, and the cliches (OH the cliches!). But not all anime is like that. But it's such a pain in the ass to have to sift through alllll the crappy animes to find the really good ones. I don't have the patience for that... Hm, I'm starting to miss Wolf's Rain now. I've seen clips from ones over time that I can't remember the names of too that looked so interesting, but once again, no way I'm searching for it gosh darn it... unless I feel like it.

Wow, I got way off track, didn't I?

Tral la la!