Wow, I REALLY wish I would've gotten to see this before I did the shoot.

Although, thinking on it, it still might not've helped . . . no I take that back, I would've done it differently. Crap.

Well, can't change that now.

In other news, I don't know what's going on.

I think I'm changing my focus, graphic design and photography. . . yeah.

Off to work.

If I eat sandwiches cut diagonally, I tend to eat them all at once; however if I eat them cut horivantally/vertically, I eat the crust first. Hmmm . . .

Dealer issues sorted out, thankfully. Hrmph.

I love making 30% commision on all transactions I process.

This has been a stoned update, we now return you to your regularly scheduled profile.

Ok, a quick update, what can I say I am forced to.

Let's start with I am PISSED!

So, I called up my weed guy to get some tonight and . . .

He's obviously partying for St. Patty's day, understandable. He's totally drunk, understandable. We do the usual chit-chat, "Hey what's up? What're you doin? Cool. Hey, so could I get some form you tonight?"

.

.

.

I think I'm too drunk. *pause (me) "Huh?"
*silence

.

.

.

"Yeah, hit me up tomorrow."
"Ok."

Hit me up tomorrow? Hit me up TOMORROW!?! Fuck that and fuck you.

Honestly, any semi intelligent dealer would at very least lie and say he's out, or out of the area, or fucking anything.
This is definately a case of, "and the truth shall set you free." Now he is set free of me getting weed from him, I sincerely hope he realizes that he isn't the only person who slings weed around.

This is especially annoying as he's pretty fucking retarded as far as business sense goes, he doesn't liek to do small amounts, only $50+ so I make it a point to get $50 from him instead my usual $40. Also, he does 1/8 / $50, going rate in the area is 1/8 / $40.

So yeah, fuck him in the goat-ass.

I just had to update cause I am that messed up right now.

Um, Pointer update, this isn't part of th real story since I'm really messed up right now. I guess this short installment is like an OVA(OAV w/e).

. . . through rose colored glasses or Pointer in Wonderland

Pointer walked confidently into the grass; quite proud of his accomplishments. He was a free ant, able to act of his own will. After some length of walking relatively aimlessly Pointer began to think about how he would feed himself. Seemingly luckily soon after thinking about this problem he came across an appetising looking white puffy thing. Marshmellow-y.After some amont of time analyzing and inspecting this item, Pointer is ofcourse not careless, he took a small bite. After a short while, 10 minutes or so Pointer decided it was safe to eat more. Soon he was full and continued walking towards . . . whatever lay before him. Quickly he began to realize he may have misjudged his alluring meal. Soon each blade of grass grew larger, and some acualy became 'blades' of grass. Pointer decided he was suffering from exhaustion and needed water. Seemingly luckily, he came across a cactus. Knowing cacti contain much water he bit in. After walking a bit more Pointer realized he had made a grave error as his stomach was churning violently. Fearing that he may die from possible poisoning from the fluffy thing he now realized was a wild mudhroom Pointer forced himself to vomit; easilly done as his stomach was so restless to begin with. No words can describe Pointer's next journey which took place. Truly it couldn't be described as the entire happening seemed to have unfolded before Pointer's eyes after-the-fact, like a movie.
As if it were common, the shadows began to speak to Pointer. Like wraiths whispering in his ear Pointer was bombarded with propositions, "want to kill them?," "kill the annoying ones and be happy. . .," "acceptance or death and peace." Pointer's growth began to feel as if it were pulsating, it felt like an entire other being. Everything arond him seemed to take on a life of its own, from the flowers to each grain of dirt. He stumbled and during his fall felt like the smallest thing in exsitence. A barrage of colrs and shapes never convieved bombraded him and his mind filled more and more with conflicting ideas and concepts of good and bad; forcing thoughts of life and death to be considered by his smallest-thing-in-existence-concept-of-himself mind. . .
(I finish later, tired and coming down/sobering up)



There is truly no way to describe how cool the SG Burlesque show I went to whenever in LA was. I CANNOT over-estimate this ENOUGH, it changed my life, and SG as a whole has seriously had a profound impact on my life as a whole. I'm writing this alf way through the Poninter episode (drunk and high mind you). The way I think of/revere SG[Sean, Missy, etc.] I really wish I could implant the feeling in everyone else. I wrote that while listening to rd Planet, which probaly dredge dup the first emotions I had of seeing Snow on stage Damn taht soundsn stalker-y; seriously though she's a hot girl; but Des is #1 always. Being messed up seems to influence stream-of-thougbt-writing from me. Listening to Dramaine now, only bringing back more memories, liek a playlist from the past, its amazing how music can link one to their past. At this pointe I'm pretty sure I won't finish the Pointer short story, ah well. {b]Really, thinking on it now its funny and kinda wierd, I truly believe that when I tranistioned from my private school to my Middle School I compensated for my nervousness with art, and when I was nervous about high school I used/found Heavy Metal, and when I entered college (well, jc at least) I joined SG, but found it probably 1 month after it came up (wasn't 18 yet) so I truly think it being an influence on my life was meant to be. Apperently actuallly finishing Pointer now.

Updating cause I need to.

So, I just realized that yesterday I got high woth 2 friends earlier in the evening. When I came home I was waiting till I was totally down from the earlier high . . .but I passed out. So I woke up at 4:19-ish in the morning and thought, ?"since I didn't smoke one last night, I'll smoke it now."
I would've had such shitty sleep had it weren't for those hits.

*updated while highdy-ho if not apparent

I love reading Katie and London's journal. They take pics of their life. Its fun, you can almost live vicariously through them, at least in your mind.

That being said in a totally not crazy-stalker way.

I got distracted after typing that, now I don't remember what I was ging to say.

Damn it.

Well, here's Myra, she's so cute.


Here's my backyard today around 5:50 pm. Looks a little more saturated (color-wise) than usual.


I'll add another installment to the Pointer epic (see last entry) next time I update, I'll make it soon.

So, I was going through my favorite girl's Myspace Friends and stopped dead in my tracks. There is this guy, jeremie, who is soo freakin hot, he should join and be a suicide boy. I am sooo serious. But I'll control myself for now so as not to freak him out by some random requesting him to be friends.

What the hell am I thinking? I have conversations with S.O. about taking a nice, hot, steaming . . . poop shower. Who talks to there S.O. about takign a brown shower?!?! (saving those who are requesting one, which I was not)

This will be the first appearence of Pointer. In the future, fanboys will pay stupid amounts of money to own this post cause of it.
Pointer is everybody's friend. He is an ant with a large tumorous growth on his head, which the other ants make fun of. Well, the other ants made fun of at least, new ones he meets usually still do, but if they do it isn't for long. People who make fun of Pointer have a tendency to die.

Genesis (The Prologue)

Pointer was hatched, like any other ant, in a dark tunnel underground. He spent his early hours as any other worker ant, until the day came for him to begin working . . .

Day 2 of Pointer's Life: The Harsh Reality of the Working World.

24 hours had gone by and Pointer had had enough of the tunnels. His desire to get out and start working was rivaled by no other. He weighed more than any of the other ants his age, 1 day, and was therefore the strongest. This gave Pointer confidence, not a bully-like confidence, but a self assurance that he could do anything. He'd already made many friends amongst the other ants and wanted to work beside his new found bretheren in this glorious world he had been introduced to.
By noon the assignments would be ready to be handed out on the top o fthe mound as each ant exits for their first time. The Tension could be cut with a knife as they got into line to wait and see what their task would be.
"Worker. Worker. Worker. Worker. . ." Pointer could feel hish heart in his throat, wondering, "What will I get to do for the colony?" As Pointer neared the front of the line a commotion began to slowly begin, thinking only of what he would get to be Pointer ignored the stir. 5, 4, then 3 away from the front of the line Pointer stood in excitement.
"Worker. Woker . . . Oh my god!"
Alas, poor pointer only heard the first part, he was a worker. He thought, "as a worker, I am an integral part of the colony. I can't wait to dig and retrieve food." Then the second part got hammered home.
"What the hell is on that freak's head!?"
Having lived all his life in darkness underground, Pointer had no previous knowledge that he was different. He had a large growth on the side of his head. Disgusted, the other ants began shouting, "He's no ant from this colony!" and, "He doesn't deserve to toil until he dies for us!"
While they knew that rationally they could not support the claim that Pointer wasn't from their colony, the otehr ants also knew that in the colony majority rules, unless the queen sticks her ugly bloated butt into things. The other ants began cicrulating a petition to ban Pointer from being able to toil for the colony; leaving him to wander around aimlessly as the days go by watching everyone else work happily, waiting to die.
They succeded.
The petition ultimately had to meet with the Queen's approval, which she gave without a moment's hesitation. . . as she was a bitch.

Damn me? Damn YOU!

Pointer had a miserable life for the next 2 days. He'd walk around outside and through the tunnels, watching everyone else work, dreaming, at first. Soon he began only strolling through the tunnels as everyone outside would taunt him and call him names; even the friends he had made before 2 days before in the dark tunnels. By the 3rd day, Pointer had become so depressed he just stayed in his sleeping area of the tunnels, which was his alone as no ther ants wanted to even be near him whther they could see his growth or not. By the time pointer had entered his 3 1/2 day oldness he started noticing some strange things happening. Pointer had thought about 2 ants in particular who had teased him all through his 1st and 2nd day whenever they were in the same area. Pointer's dislike for these 2 quickly turned to rage he more he thought about the way unfair way things had turned out, he began wishing pain on the 2 ants to teach hem a lesson, and so maybe the wouldn't think he should beleft out of the work. These 2 ants promptly came to where Pointer was after he had these thoughts. Immediately following theur arrival, they knodded towards Pointer once and then their heads exploded. They died a short time later. Some inherent feeling in Pointer told him he had done this, he had made mean ants come to him and he had exploded their heads. However Pointer concluded that their death was not his fault, he only exploded their heads, they chose to die rather than live with no head. A scour krept over Pointer's face . . .

"I'm mad as hell, and I'm NOT gonna take it ANYMORE!

Pointer had an idea, a way to solve his problems. He decided to ask the Queen for a chance to work, and to overturn her accpetance of the petition, but he also devised a plan in case she said no, as he knew deep down she would. After requesting the petition to be over turned , outraged, the Queen confined Pointer to his sleeping area, as it was not important to the colony anyway. He was high in the tunnels, near the surface. This is a precarious place for an ant's bedroom, but perfect for Pointer's plan which he set into motion on the 5th day. By the 7th day Pinter's plan was almost complete. He had controlled the minds of two teams of mining ants to dig in a different direction. Team A was diggin a vertical tunnel, which Pointer forced to begin digging horizantally instead, and vice versa for team B. This is what Pointer did during the days, and nothing else, but this was only step one of his plan . . . his decision. At night pointer wouldn't sleep, but he'd tunnel himself, towards the surface. He was making himself a freedom tunnel.

"Free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty, we are free at last."

After 2 arduous days without sleep and little to eat Pointer's vengeance was almost upon the colony. Having completed only to break the surface, his freedom tunnel had been completed and the two teams of miner he was controling were also on schedule, everything was going without a hitch and Pointer felt empowered. Pointer exploded the head of the sentry posted to make sure he didn't wander around the tunnels . . . the sentry decided to die rather than have no head. Pointer newthe time had come, he had his 2 teams begin diggin furiously, as fast as they could. Like clockwork Team A broke through the back of the Queen's chambers and contiued diggin, right into her gross, squishy butt. After breaking through, just long enough for everyone to be shocked Pointer pauses them, then commands them to begin digging again. This time twice as fast as before they begin to tunnel through the Queen causing goo and puss to ooze everywhere, and making it difficult to move. Within Seconds of this Team B breaks through the ground beneath her causing the entire floor to collapse killing all who had seen what went on firsthand. Dooming the entire colony to death, as their Queen was dead.
After all was done, Pointer removed the last few pieces of Earth that stood between him and the outside. On the surface he stood for amoment, it was sunset and the metaphor of it moved through him.
Looking ahead into the the forest of blades of grass Pointer said to himself, "maybe I don't wanna work for the colony so bad afterall."

There is more to come, this is just installment one of pointer. I'd like to liilustrate is adventures too, but I don't know howwell i can motivate myself.

Why the hell do I always update when I can't think of anything to say or am in a rush.

I forgot how easy & fun Photoshop was after not using it for so long.

Yess I absolutely regret leaving so many artifacts in, yes I did flatten it and not want to go back and fix it. I don't wanna waste that much time on experiments.

Dusty - CMYK Offset

I'm much happoer with my second (atually it was the first) accident.


I think I'll just start trying to throw at least one picture in with each update, so it doesn't really mater if my update is of importance, cause well . . . everyone loves pictures.

*-*

Sooo, that's what its like to kiss me. I'ma good kisser.

Let's give my Honeybunny a hand on the new profile pic, she awesome

I don't know what else to say, this update was mainly for the new profile pic I've been meaning to put up for like 6 months.

Goin to Together as One on New Years with Honeybunny and others, gonna rooooll o- how I'll roll.

I don't know how I did it but I did, I updated and there were not only 4 comments, but 3 comments from SGs, I must be fucking crazy.

Well, I'll think of more eventually.

I think I wanan start trying to read more again, maybe I'll continue with The Spectator Bird.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Digging around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to walk or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in a quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
And far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell

Pink Floyd - Time

Something about Pink Floyd and weed, perfect mix.

I said it before and I'll say it again, if you get high listening to music you can't stop listening.

Can't wait to try the Dark Side of the Moon w/ Wizard of Oz thing. Soon, very soon.

Saw a license plate with a hole in the center today, wasn't able to get a pic of it though unfortunately.

Mmm, ElBJ Special C(2 bean & cheese burritos + M Drink) w/ lettuce. Sooooo goooodd.

Must PS new profile pic.