We came baring gifts and went away with knives and shoes.

i swear my body and my brain are no longer attached. its like my mind has given the body a day off and all i can do is stand back and watch this pathetic play run through. pity i have no pop corn.
though on a positive note, im usually the most creative during this time. i could vomit beauty without having to destroy anything. ive kinda made that my theory, i have to kill something to make something beautiful. because honestly, look at any artist, the most amazing work comes from those who suffer and create some kind of destruction, either through them self like Picasso and his eyes, or through something else like those who destroy a TV and use the parts to create something.

i want to get the juno CD and just wallow in the music, i find the tunes so sweet. even if they are a little honkey.

ugh i hate how nosy my mom is. no matter what im doing she insists on asking what im doing. and insists on reading or knowing who im talking to. like the journal right now that im typing. she wants me to read it out to her as i type this. er, no? dumb ass.

so i saw iron man. its actually pretty good. at first i was a lil iffy about it. but it was actually pretty good! not too bad character development, him going from selfish, womanizing, ass-hat, to super cool, wanna protect kinda guy. Mrs. Pepper was, okay.... a lil wimpy, but thats the usual marvel princess. Mary Jane was no better, if not worse.
we actually had a conversation on how we don't care for spiderman because hes such a wimpy guy. I made the comment that its because they tried to make spiderman a more realistic superhero who has a conflicting superhero personality and normal one that always clash. unlike superman and Clark Kent.

im so tired. i should do some homework. get that all done because im fuged if i dont have aout 1/2 of it done for tomorrow. ill try. but at the same time i want to peel those stickers and sand all that rust off my dads old bike and create something on it. be fun i think. maybe dad will let me. i need to create something. i wish i could find my charger, which i think is at scotts place. even though he said its not. but like my CDs, cell charger, and bunch of other stuff. im pretty sure it is. i have no clue where else it would be. sigh.... he can be so stubborn about it too. i just want to shake him and be like "clean up your shit and you will probably find it!!!" double sigh.

i think im going to try and convince my dad that i can paint his bike. we shall see...