Theory: Stimulus & Response

Stimulus: Portfolio Guy tells Arwen that no matter which art-schools she applies to, she has the skills that will enable her to be accepted somewhere for next year.
Response: Arwen feels a new invigoration to work x-times harder to make this proposal a reality. Enter: World Religions essay.

This essay will so be pwned before next weekend. You can count on it.

12.5%

I'm done approximately 12.5% of my essay!!!111!!1111. (That means one of eight pages... heh)

Be proud, you bastards.

If all goes well, I'll see you guys at the Bassment on Monday night.

I want to carve a pumpkin for Jessikins.

Getting Up

I waste my time making these instead of writing my essay. Bad Arwen. Bad.

Dancingman Grows a Penis

I found a program on my computer that does pixel-animation thingies. At first, I decided to do a dancing stickman to waste time. Then I had him pose with his leg up and added a penis. Haha.

I'm such a guy. How can I find this funny?

Profittable Decisions

If I had the choice, I'd want to say yes to you, but instead I'd say no.

Renovations.

Thallophyte got a make-over. I posted in it the other day and decided to renovate. I like it now. Starfishes make me happy.

On the other hand. I hate little boys. They go to the library to play on the internet on the computers and make a lot of noise so university students and people going to the library for its QUIETNESS can't work. Fuckers. I wish I could skewer them and show them what it's like to be a roast piglet.

/Rant.

Sheridan (my dream).

See that tiny little red-highlighted area? That's a place called Oakville. It's far away from Saskatoon. But by this time next year, I hope to be in at the Trafalgar residence by the Trafalgar campus that contains the school of animation arts and design, likely curling up with a good book on my very own rented bed. I will be tired, because I spent a long day in the city doing something of valued importance; maybe completing an out-of-home assignment, getting food, doing laundry, or using the valuable transit services to visit Lake Ontario (as polluted as it is, I'm sure it's beautiful). Or maybe a couple hours earlier I was at the athletics and recreation department, doing yoga or working out in the cardio room. I could have been visiting some nearby area with a couple friends, chewing gum, or laughing at some kid who was picking their nose in public. But either way, I'd be tired and in bed by now. Because by this time next year, I will likely have spent all of my energy in an eventful day. I will go to bed early because it'll be my time to use as profittably as I see fit, and I will want to be well-rested so that my week of classes this coming week will be just as well-spent as the last.

My Thanksgiving

I walked downstairs. The aromatic smell of spicy, pumpkin soup aroused my senses and despite the fact that I wasn't especially hungry, I felt my salivary glands water. As I scooped the savory soup into a bowl, I counted my blessings tonight.

I learned at a young age what it means to appreciate what you have and not push those you love to give you everything that you want. As I grew up, my family's financial situation got better, which made me appreciate even further how that lesson has helped and continues to help me understand how lucky I am to have more than I need to survive. I am lucky to have a loving mother and brother who both support me in everyway. I have more than enough food to be satisfied, more than enough clothes, books, and toys. I have plenty of supplies to generate the fuel of my artistic fire. I have a boyfriend who loves me as I love him. Through him I've gotten close to his family, and formed such a bond with them as I've never formed with any of my friend's families ever in my life. I'm as close to his family - if not closer - then I have been with some of the best friends I've had in previous years. It's an amazing feeling to know how interconnected I am and how valued they are to me.

Because of the financial backbone of my family and the psychological support they've given me, I've been able to carry my education into post-secondary and attend the University of Saskatchewan. I'm a strong person because of the way my mother has raised me. I believe I can achieve brilliant heights because she's shown me what it's like to be an independent and strong-willed person. I'm not a passive woman of society, but an active member who is equal and not antagonized because of her societal status.

I'm thankful because I am who I am. I'm glad I grew up in a healthy family with high moral standards. I'm happy that I'm able to develop as a young adult with my perception of the world as it is. I've had good, solid friendships and the discretion to understand who to trust and open up to. I've been blessed with talent and a wonderful life thus far. I'm lucky to be alive. I'm lucky that I know you, and that you're able to read this written from my literate hand right now.

Oh God, thank you for everything. I'm blessed in everyway.

Narrating my Night

10:52. I roll over and stare at the clock and momentarily contemplate whether I slept until 11:00 Friday morning. The disorientation melts away as I realize my nap at five o'clock (Charlie?) pm has turned into a full-night's sleep: six bloody hours. That's enough to keep me running for an entire day. If I go back to sleep, I'll oversleep and feel like shit. 'Not such a smart plan, especially since I have an exam tomorrow. Results: I'm awake now. It's 11:10pm. I have nothing to do except study, blog, and talk to insomniacs on MSN. So, every hour I'll add another paragraph to narrate my long night. Enjoy your lovely evening of sleep, my friends. I envy your (semi)regular evening.

12:13am: I attempted making a new layout for my blog, but I decided to say 'fuck it' until I actually do a drawing-type thing again. I like the way this one is set up, so I want to do something similar to this when I change it. After I frustrated myself with the layout, I went downstairs and got some peanut butter toast. I talked with my mom for a few minutes and started watching Lost. I'm about 20 minutes into it. I came back upstairs to update and saw my Graham online, so I'm talking with him now for a few minutes. Then I'll go back down to finish Lost.

1:00am: m'Graham just went to bed, so I'm going to watch the rest of Lost now. Then play Zelda64 (Ocarina of Time) for an hour or so. And (maybe, likely not) study for a bit. YAY. I'm thirsty. I wish we had juice. WAIT WE DO. There's still some apple juice in the basement. WORD MAN. This is awesome. Well, as awesome as spending time by yourself when you're an extrovert can be. What am I talking about? I'm not alone, I'll be with Link, the Hero of Time tonight!

2:00am: what a great episode! I'm so excited for next week. Lost is such an awesome show. It's very thought-provoking and imaginative. Also, I decided to spend the next little while with Mr Darcy instead of Link. Heh. Shadow Ganon didn't stand a chance against Mr Darcy's Goron sword! We slayed him and awakened the Sage Saria of the Forest Temple. Saria gave us the Forest Medallion. Now, I'm going back down to play for another hour or so. Likely less. I'll probably be in bed by 3. Lame, I know. But Darcy's tiring me out.

2:58am: Darcy and I received the fire tunic from a young Goron, then entered the Fire Temple. There, Mr Darcy saved five Gorons from imprisonment. We agreed that it was time to go to bed because five was a good number and we were both tired from trying to save Hyrule at two in the morning. So we're going to bed now. G'night.

Monstrosity

Rebellion vs Sensibility

Struck in the face by backhanded reality, I'm not entirely sure how to react. Reason tells me to submit and roll over so that the bulldozer grumbles past. My instincts encourage me to spit in its face. My encroaching anger builds. Instead, I roll over and submit like they tell me to; part of my obligation as a woman, a student, and a bitch for society to rape like a whore. In the face of impending circumstance, I avoid direct eye contact and let it slide. 'Just let it slide. Most things in life can keep you afloat if you just let them slide.

Fucking eels, snakes, and malicious komodo dragons. If I didn't adore reptiles so much, these insults would mean a hell of a lot more than they do now.

Most people our age know a thing or two about rebelling. At least, they think they know. They see conformity as something constraining, stupid, and corporative. They see the lies and the ugly personality below the surface. Naturally, they react with retaliation. But do they think about the large-scale affect of their impulsive reaction; the long line of dominos signifying their future, toppled flat because of a dumb assumption that rebellion will set it right?

The fact is, if the Clydesdale horse didn't pull its weight nothing would ever get done. Every working citizen is a Clydesdale in his or her own right. They pull, despite or because of the whipping. A few horses refuse. You get fired. Your world ceases to continue on economic success' conveyer belt. Oh woe, how pitiful, you look so sad now. You should've pulled you weight and just let it slide, asshole.