Surface & Substance - Week 2

Hi. I'm back with my dosages of my schoolwork. Here we have: drawing with toilet paper!

1) My name

2) My friend Ali started TP'ing the school hallway, then we drew it. Here we have the roll all over a overhead lamp. Tilt head to the left.

Ignore the face - focus all your energy on the toilet paper hat!!!

February 2010

1 National Freedom Day

2 Ground Hog Day

3 The Day the Music Died

4 Create a Vacuum Day, Thank a Mailman Day

5 National Weatherman's Day

6 Lame Duck Day

7 Wave All you Fingers at Your Neighbor Day, Send a Card to a Friend Day

8 Boy Scout Day, Clean out Your Computer Day, Kite Flying Day

9 Toothache Day

10 Umbrella Day

11 Don't Cry over Spilled Milk Day, Make a Friend Day, White T-Shirt Day

12 Plum Pudding Day, Winter Olympics

13 Get a Different Name Day

14 Ferris Wheel Day, National Organ Donor Day, Valentine's Day

15 National Gum Drop Day, Singles Awareness Day

16 Do a Grouch a Favor Day

17 Random Acts of Kindness Day

18 National Battery Day

19 National Chocolate Mint Day

20 Cherry Pie Day, Love Your Pet Day

21 Card Reading Day

22 Be Humble Day, Walking the Dog Day, World Thinking Day

23 International Dog Biscuit Appreciation Day

24 National Tortilla Chip Day

25 Pistol Patent Day

26 National Pistachio Day, Tell a Fairy Tale Day

27 Polar Bear Day, No Brainer Day

28 Floral Design Day, Public Sleeping Day, National Tooth Fairy Day

WEIRD DAY

Today started off with a weird dream:

I decided to get my tongue pierced (I've been harboring this want for a long time, in real life) and headed over to a tattoo&piercing place with Laura. There was only one dude there and he was pretty cute. He got me ready and pierced my tongue, and he says "well, is it hurting?" I respond with a totally calm "f*** yeah it's hurting" (I tend to swear a lot in this dream...I barely swear in real life so maybe my subconscious is trying to let it all out).

I go over to the mirror and stick my tongue out. "Wow that's awesome. F***, it hurts though. It hurts a lot", and this is all very deadpan. So anyway I go to pay for the piercing and he gives me my receipt (seriously, a receipt? For a piercing?) It said on the front "if you're not satisfied, come back within 30 days to refund the whole in your f***ing tongue." On the back, I noticed as were were walking out, was the dude's name and phone number. Then AJSFHJASHFS fast forward and I'm in a club and he's proposing to me and I am agreeing and ISHFJASHJKFHSJKFH we get married on a gigantic dragon. OKAY THEN.

Going to school:

I AM THE ONLY GIRL ON THE SUBWAY CAR. AACCCKKK. I'm sitting in the middle and there's groups of gangster guys on either end of the subway car. Naturally I am a bit nervous. Three of the dudes from the right side of the car keep nodding at me. Don't look, don't look.

At school:

People keep holding doors open for me. EVEN IF I'M FAR AWAY FROM THE DOOR. They will stand and wait and hold the door open. & these are perfect strangers okay? I don't know them. This happened 5 or 6 times. Do I look so tiny and frail that I cannot open a freaking door?

All day:

People are giving me dirty looks. I prefer the inane door-opening to this. What have I done? I don't even know these people! AM I WEARING A LABEL THAT SAYS "I HATE ART"? Because seriously, I don't appreciate receiving cut eye for something that I didn't do. Or didn't know I did.

What?

My classroom was missing. Like...someone switched the numbers outside the door, because room 165 is now room 143. WHAT ON EARTH.

Taco:

Got out of her escaped from her ball while were watching TV and it was a mad hunt to find her. I left a trail of food, and talked to her, and we finally found her behind the couch and i had to lure her out with her ball. my heart was like, in my mouth.

Today was a weird day.

EDIT:

AND NOW IM SEEING THINGS ON FACEBOOK NO ONE ELSE SEES.

LIKE YOUR AGE UNDER YOUR BIRTHDAY.

Part 1
You know how there's sometimes background stories in dreams that you don't see happen but YOU KNOW happened? So Cherry introduces Emmy to some voodoo magic or something. Emmy proceeds to sell her soul to something or the other by writing a message to this person/thing in her own blood. It then becomes her life's mission (if you can still call her ALIVE) to kill me. So while I'm having a conversation with Cherry in my room Emmy comes in and her face is all Exorcist/Ring/Grudge-like and she tells me she is going to kill me. Of course I am freaked out beyond measure and blame Cherry for introducing her to voodoo magic. Cherry says she's on my side. Emmy returns to her normal face and proceeds to leave the room and I continue talking to Cherry. BUT FROM THE CORNER OF MY EYE I SEE HER HEAD LURKING BY MY DOOR WATCHING US WITH HER HAIR ALL OVER HER FACE. WTF SCARY. Eventually both demon-Emmy and Cherry leave and I'm home with my family. But apparently Emmy is outside in the world recruiting my friends and family to her cause (killing me). She says she will kill be by tonight. What Emmy plans to gain by killing me and why she needs a legion of soulless creatures to do it is beyond me. I tell my parents and they only half-believe that I am going to die tonight. My mom ends up making these magical butterflies out of Vicks Vapo-Rub and my dad is trying to understand what is happening while my mom is on the phone with her friend. Then my mom's suddenly like "my friend wants to talk to you" and I'm like "why...?" and in my dream-head I know SHE WANTS TO KILL ME TOO. Sure enough I say "hello?" and the friend whispers really creepily "butterflies..." (okay i know it doesn't sound that scary now BUT IT WAS I SWEAR) and I know that demon-Emmy is out there stealing the souls of people I don't even know! So I panic and I'm running around my house screaming WHO CAN I TRUST? WHO CAN HELP ME? WHO CAN I TRUUUUST?!?!?!? THEN I FIND OUT MY MOM WANTS TO KILL ME TOO. JESUS CHRIST.

I then wake up terrified (but I think I'm still in my dream) & I am literally trying to figure out a way to leave Scarborough so I don't die. I'm considering going to Brock to stay with Alex but then I think OH NO WHAT IF EMMY TOOK HER SOUL TOO? HOW DO I KNOW WHO'S OUT TO GET ME AND WHO I CAN TRUST? I'm in such a state I yell out for my dad AND HE DOESN'T COME (this morning I told him I called for him but he though he was dreaming, because when I have nightmare I usually call for my mom, but why would I call for my mom this time if she wants to kill me? [yes i know now i was wide-awake, but i didn't know then]). I considered texting Laura, Jade, or Katie and beg them to tell me I was awake and/or they weren't going to kill me but then I realized it's 6am and they were probably asleep. Eventually I fell back asleep BUT THE DREAM GOES ON.

Part 2
Somehow it's the next day and I'm still alive. But people are still out to get me. My mom is AWOL. Family & I go to see my uncle at his new house but when we get there it's like no one has ever been in it for centuries. We were very confused. Then my cousins arrive and they don't look right. It's only when they get closer do i realize they look half-dead...OH NO EMMY GOT TO THEM TOO!!! This is where the dream gets less scary and more weird. I somehow get to a carnival where I meet Laura & her boyfriend Taylor Lautner (I DONT FREAKING UNDERSTAND) and try to get them to help me but they are so madly in love they don't really care. The three of us end up staying the night in some dilapidated house by the carnival and in the middle of the night I hear scratching sounds and I think "Oh God they've come to kill me" so I let out a little wail and Laura thinks I'm wailing in my sleep so she starts laughing, so I tell her to shut up.
Then Ring/Grudge/Exorcist Emmy barges in and tries to kill us all AND THEN I WAKE UP.

I wake up because my mom came into my room and was standing over me (she was checking on me because I've got a terrible cough) and once again I thought I was in my dream still so I started flailing and screaming DONT KILL ME DONT KILL ME and my mom thought I REALLY lost my marbles this time.

Spontaneity

o yesterday was SUPPOSED to go as follows:

1. Hospital at 9:30am
2. Laura & I to GNC at 12pm to buy brewer's yeast pills
3. We grab a quick lunch somewhere (preferably McDonald's because I have coupons)
4. Laura & I to my house after to watch Inkheart and play with my hamster
5. Laura goes home, I am left to my lonesome at roughly 4pm

But INSTEAD the day went like this:

1. Hospital at 9am
2. Laura & I to the mall at 11:30am
3. GNC doesn't have pills, we go to Nutrition House instead
4. We buy lunch - me at Taco Bell, Laura at Bagel Stop or whatever
5. Laura buys clothes from Urban Something
6. We watch Christmas Carol in theaters and witness something conspicuous
7. Get a call from Jade telling us to come to her house to play Monopoly with her and Martin
8. We bus to Jade's house where we eat chocolate; paint our faces with acrylic; have a photo shoot; play monopoly; eat dumplings; pizza; and ice cream
9. Laura drops me at home at 10pm

I like Scenario 2 so much better

POP

You know how when soda freezes it expands the bottle? We had just brought in 7 bottles of pop in from the back of the car (they were there for almost a week, and its 20 below) and two of the bottles were badly expanded, so we left them in the sink. All six of our household members were in the kitchen, just talking and suddenly there's a big POP and I feel a sharp pain on the side of my head and something wet on my face...I look at the kitchen floor and it is covered in Coke-slush. The sharp pain in my head? The bottle exploded and flew across the kitchen (OUT OF THE SINK) and hit me...hard. So now there's Coke-slush ALL over our kitchen and even on the ceiling. Some splattered on my keyboard and my mom's handmade birthday card. As said before, I got some on my face and my sister got some in her hair.

Quite eventful.

Tumblr

I have added Tumblr to my growing list of social web spheres that I belong to. Sorry.

I didn't want to at first, but the idea was growing in my mind. I decided that Tumblr will be a mere extension of this blog. Unfortunately, Blogger does not take to my uploading high-res pictures as they often shrink my pictures down and/or massacre the resolution. Tumblr is my solution.

Posts such as Teen Vogue: December Issue and want. will now reside on Tumblr.

Oh, and also little things. I feel bad posting one or two sentences on Blogger, even though sometimes I just can't write MORE. The posts that call for subtlety and succinctness will find a good home on Tumblr as well.

Two things: I will not abandon Blogger, and I will never have a personal Twitter.

www.vazelodian.tumblr.com