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Been re-reading 's Twilight parodies. Starting to re-read Amelia Atwater-Rhodes's books. Rewatching Interview with the Vampire. Wanting to buy Rifftrax's audio MST3king commentary on Twilight and syncing it with the movie from Netflix (this I would really love to do).


So, yeah, it's that time of year when vampires are everywhere. This year seems more offensive than I can ever remember. Walk into a bookstore, immediately confronted by it, walk up to the teens literature section and it looks like every single book is some kind of super bad vampire romance (which is the case when two floor-to-ceiling bookcases contain nothing except Meyer's fire-fodder).
_{And the only reason I'm looking at the teens section is that I'm looking for Atwater-Rhodes's latest book Persistence of Memory. Looking for the paperback specifically, I'm unwilling to plop down the money for hardcover, but looks like I might have to wait another half-year before the paperback comes out. I hate to say it, but I regret buying her last two books in hardcover, ain't doing it again until she publishes something that restores my faith.}


Ever since I learned what sadism and masochism is, I've considered myself a full-hearted sadist. I learned when I was about 9, so that's 10, almost 11 years of confirmed sadistic affinities. My currently short time in the Animation major has revealed something to me: I am also a masochist. The one thing that I have fully denied and thought impossible to be part of my being. And yet it is. That's probably why, while reading 's Twilight parodies, I'm getting the urge to try reading Twilight, and seriously rewriting it entirely. Or perhaps the urge is part of some mental breakdown that I am unaware I'm under. Possibly. Considering that a long time ago I tried reading and gave up after I started tasting bile after the first 2-3 sentences. Possibly. Considering also that my stomach feels like it wants to turn out and spew all its wonderful acids onto the franchise's merchandise whenever I have to walk by them to get to the art book section or where the bookstore keeps Gaiman's works. Only a mental breakdown could produce the urge to read and rewrite under those circumstances.

I know I'm insane, I just don't know to what degree.

I'm just loling. Loling at Cyan, the Digital Methods/History of Moving Image instructor. She uploaded the midsemester animation I did for her class to the school's Digital Film youtube account. Oh god, that thing is on the internet. So lol. So lolly lol lol. I wouldn't be so ashamed of it if I had put in as much effort into it that I would've if it were for Doug. But it was for Cyan, so no. No effort, just lots and lots of a;lskdjfawoehf time.

Btw, I'd recommend Mirrormask and City of Lost Children if you're looking for movies to watch. No guarantee that you'll think they're good, I'm just saying that I think they are.

Oh, and Meg, if you haven't seen Zombieland, you should. There's a segment with a banjo that I know is right up your alley.

Just wanna get that Retarded Update off my page. Also looking to avoiding doing my work. It's like, geez, why do complicated projects from other classes coincide with each other plus a short essay for art history and formal essay exam for philosophy? All at the same time? How the hell do the teachers sync like that? It's damnably stupidly amazing.

At any rate. Should get back to cracking, I can probably get done with the assignment due at 8a.m. by the time the rest of Freeman's Mind plays through. Which is like, an hour or hour and a half. But I am really frickin' fucked when it comes to the essay exam later today. YAY. Awesome.

The thing I absolutely hate about caffeine is that I can feel my mental acuity and IQ temporarily drop as I go under the influence.

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Linking here in case you haven't swung by 's latest journal.


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Because I'm so retardedly happy about it.

I now have a red mini vacuum to go with my red blankets, red+black pillow, red towel, red sphere/moon chair, red mini flashlight, red cellphone, red cylindrical container, red+black laptop bag, red flip-flops, Auron (who is red) and some red shirts. I'm starting to get my red on, in between black and touches of white.

Down at the Nelson museum gift store I saw these pretty red+white vases, which I don't know the price of, and these red wire+glass bead decorative flower thingies that go in vases which were $9 a piece. I'm highly, HIGHLY tempted.

RED. Like, REDtarded.

I wants more red.