I feel very blah. I'm gonna feel what I feel and move on. So says Steve Whitmire, so says the ...SSS! Yay! We're (and I get to say that cuz I'm a part of it now. *dreamy sigh* I mean I oughta be all them pictures I send. 32. That's alot. Thanks kittencuffs
for your laptop and finally getting around to making those Stevie screencaps.) finally getting back to the webpage scene... Sometime in the future.
I get to make LJ icons and wallpaper and stuff. And screen caps off my TV for VHS stuff with my digital camera. (The scary face Kev came out surprisingly good. As did the Steve pics from The Jim Henson Hour, considering. They're gonna be some NICE icons... Ever--most things look better in 100x100.)
Um, what else...
Oh. I changed my mind about the Richard Hunt cartoon thing since it's due Thrusday.
On the Y (Of "Your Face Productions") I'll hang Scooter's jacket. (I hope we can do lime green.) On the F, Richard's hat... Now all I have to do is draw them before Thrusday. (I hope it looks good. Cut I think it'll look bitchin'. But I gotta figure out how to make it noticable when it's small.)
Oh yeah and study for my Art apperciation test for friday.
Feeling what I feel, back on that.
I hate my dad. Ugh. I mean, I've been complaining for months about my computer that's died. Dad says he'll try to call somebody, but doesn't. And then he says "We don't have the money to get it fixed anyway." So unless I get a job, blah blah blah. I don't have a steady job, but it ain't for lack of trying...
And now that dad's computer crashes... "After school, when you get home, we'll take the computers to a computer repair place. We'll have to look one up in the phone book."
Oh, so NOW we suddenly have the money to fix *both* of em?
And he gets me up at 7:30, ripping me out of this great dream that I don't even remember, (But Richard was there and that's always good.) to fuck around with his computer because it's so fucking important.
Don't you just hate parents?
And while I pulling things out and putting things in, generally not having a damn clue what I'm doing, he's telling me I should work in computers. I tell him I don't know what I'm doing here, why should i do that? He says, "That's why you go to school. To learn." Well, I'm already doing Graphic design. But he'd rather have me doing something medical, radiology or ...taking blood. I forget what that's called. "...just so you can have a career, at least. They make alot of money." So that I can give it to you/pay for your medical bills/take care of you when mom can't.
...Now, c'mon, don't laugh. That only makes him angry. And where Aaron thinks that's funny, it annoys me, and pisses me off, so I'm not doing that.
So anyway. I hate him.
I'm also getting my hair cut. Today. Hopefully.