February 2012
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Analogies for my social interaction styles
My interactions with others can be categorized into a few types
A Game of Chess: an elegant exchange with each party attempting to outwit the other and eventually one side is defeated.
Go Fish: a friendly and less formal game where each party attempts to benefit from the others but none has any direct advantage.
Beer Pong: a far more informal and wild/fun exchange, which likely gets sloppier as...
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Lines I think are awesome but may never actually use:
-I would hate to wake up to find you’ve fallen for me. Again.
-There is something incredibly beautiful and cathartic about defenestration. It’s a big word, but the imagery you get from reading about such a simple act is full of meaning. It’s nearly as effective as any mention of “Chad from Accounting.” Which is usually immediately followed by...
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Idea for comic #6: Today in bio lab, there was a portion of the assignment where you look at blood. There was the option of either sheep’s blood or poke yourself with a lancet for a couple drops of your own. I actually had to borrow someone else’s blood because by the time I got a little privacy to prick myself, I wasn’t bleeding. At all. I was sticking the little needle in my finger as far as I...
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Idea for comic #5: it seems I have another follower other than my sister. Upon seeing this information, I was tempted to flip some tables, hide, walk around under a cardboard box, and be alarmed metal gear solid style. Probably that last one. I remember a comic by this one chick who set her ringtone to the metal gear solid alert. It went off in the middle of a lecture at school and she reflexively...
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Holy shit. I just looked at other people’s little tumblr things. And I might be the only one who hasn’t posted a single odd, emo picture. Granted, I rarely use this shit, but still.
Also, I think the people who just go on to repost 15 crappy emo pictures a day are little fucking girls.
But on to the point:
An assignment for creative writing was to take a truth we believe about the...
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Chasing the Dragon
Interrogation Room
I felt like I was a good kid before I met her. And somehow she managed to drag me into the depths of the Underworld and back again before I knew what happened. Even more surprising to me: I liked it. She was… ephemeral. Like she was there and she wasn’t at the same time, a sort of something you wanted desperately to obtain but never could. And you knew...
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Heroin Research
Synopsis: Narrative by guy, either rehab or interrogation room. Guy meets girl, guy falls in love, guy has issues with wanting to please everyone, it chains him down, deep restriction. His ex comes into the picture, has huuuuge problem with him and the girl, showdown amongst the three ending with somebody being defenestrated. Ex appears and says there was no girl, he was addicted to...
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Idea for comic #4: so last night this British guy was hitting on me. I think. Alls I know is, he had the accent and I was too mesmerized to actually pay attention to anything he said. Another person to show interest: some former bounty hunter now reminiscent of my pussy.
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First day of bio lab
And we were “learning” how to use the microscopes. Me and this one kid next to me obviously know how to do this shit and pretty quickly move on to the cheek cell portion. I’m staring at my cheek cells for the umpteenth time in my life, nothing new, the kid calls the teacher over to ask what’s up with his cheek cells. The teacher looks into his microscope and notes that his cheek cells are nice and...
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Idea for short story for creative writing class: typical love story, possibly a triangle between a boy, a girl, and drugs. AND EVERYBODY DIES, THE END.
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Idea #3: my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. Speaks for itself.
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Idea #2: At about 2 in the afternoon one day, the doorbell rings. Me having had a lazy day, I’m in my bathrobe as I answer. There’s a dude there, obviously just hustling to advertise his business or whatever. As he hands me his business card, which is for like handyman/home repair stuff, he starts speaking in the most perfect Irish accent. And I was pretty much taken aback, it was so magically...
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Perhaps I should use this more for ranting
Except I forgot what I was going to rant about.
I have comics on here? Cool.
I should do more of those.
Idea for comic #1: So this one time I was walking home along the Chandler Bikepath from the North Hollywood station. And it’s like 8 or 9 in the evening or so. I’d actually just walked to Citywalk for shits and giggles but felt like it would take too long to walk the whole way...
