RIGHT NOW I'M:
listening to...nothing...hmm...that's odd
feeling sporadic, but too tired to do anything about it


um...so this is supposed to be me? I guess? Whatever.

It has been over 2 months since Ed has updated his page. So I'm not even sure why I'm giving you a link to go there. Maybe if you all go and say, "HEY...update your page fool!" he would.

Aaron on the other hand just updated. And he even has some nifty pictures. Like one of me with a coke box on my head with an eyeslit. Yeah, don't ask. So go to his page and tell him to update more.

Me...I'm pretty good at updating ::pats self on back:: and will try and continue to update. Even when I have nothing to say. Hehe...like always. But now that I think about it, maybe I shouldn't update if I have nothing to say. In fact...maybe my WHOLE website is just here for my own amusement and is just taking away my attention from more important things. MAYBE this website will be my DEMISE!!! (uh...did I spell that right?). Or maybe I'm just paranoid. Yeah...probably.

I have bad news everyone. The guy who I share my mailbox with...is dead. Or so I assume. But then again I assumed that my friend Kevin was dead and in all reality he was live and kicking. But here is why I made this assumption. We were given mailboxes at the beginning of the schoolyear...and everyone shares with at least one other person. Aaron shares with some guy who gets Maxim magazine...to read the articles...I'm sure. But this guy named Ryan shares a mailbox with me...but has yet to get his mail since the beginning of the school year. He even has two personal cards...a Christmas card and a Halloween card (um...who gives cards on Halloween?). So he has like 10 letters piled up and he won't get them. Even a phone bill or two. And if he WAS alive...I'm sure his mom or whoever sent those cards would be like, "Hey Ryan, did you get the letters I sent you?" And then he would get them. But that has yet to happen...therefore proving beyond the shadow of a doubt that Ryan is dead. Oh well.

I sincerely do not understand how someone could walk into a room of 30 people he/she has never met before, strip down, and stand on a pedestal in the middle of class for everyone to try and draw. I mean...could YOU do that? I surely couldn't. Maybe it's just my lack of extremely high self-esteem...but I had enough trouble changing in the locker room in front of other people...so I think that it would be impossible to get naked and have people scrutinize my every flaw. So as you can probably guess I'm in an art class where we are going to be drawing models. I'm just trying to figure out their mindset. It's not working.

In fact...here is what you would see if I was a model for an art class:


AHHH!!! Photoshop just gave me an error that said photoshop could not continue because of hardware failure...then said, "sorry, this error is unrecoverable." AHHHH!

So I have another incredibly busy day tomorrow...which will probably include more tedious tedious tedious work. And did I mention that it's tedious? Ah...the life of an editor. I think I will go crazy. But I have a little less on my mind which is good. I got my karate pants today for Aikido. Aaron found some wholesale martial arts dealer place and we asked for some uniforms and got them at quite the discounted price. Especially since online it was like $30 shipping and handeling. And now I feel like a cool martial arts guy again. I mean...it's been a while since my tae kwon doe days...but it was kind of fun in retrospect...and the hard work was worth it.

Time to go. I need to do something productive again...like do that reading that I'm supposed to do for my english class tomorrow. That might be a smart idea. But since when I did I do things because they were smart to do? Ha...I live off of whims and split second decisions!!! Ok..so that was a lie. Gosh, I need more excitement in my life. I think I'll go and find it. Bye or now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to some crazy jazz music from Cowboy Bebop
---feeling spent

Today was my first day back in class since interterm ended. Well...it ended for everyone but a select few...like those of us cursed enough to get post production jobs thereby binding us to tons of work at odd hours until the project is done. YES!!! And it seems that I am in charge of making the trailer for our film. So if I can, I will try and get that up on the website if possible.

You know what is fun? Rocking out in our little dorm room with two guitars and a bass and a basic understanding of how to play Stairway to Heaven. Even if we don't have a basic understanding of the lyrics. "If there's a bustle in your hedgerow / Don't be alarmed now / It's just a spring clean for the May Queen " WHAT?!? But yeah...there were times when playing when it just all fit together and felt SO good. I felt all cool like I should be in a real band. But then I woke up from my disillusioned little world of daydreams and realized that I suck at bass (in my own humble opinion). Heh. Oh well.

I woke up this morning and remember some vague memories of a dream where I was going into one of the editing rooms to take a shower. Ed had just finished his shower so it was free for me to use. I passed two guys talking about the song Pretty Fly for a White Guy...and one of the guys said, "Yeah, when I was younger, I was pretty fly...for a white guy." Then I woke up and decided to get more sleep...or to just lay off the drugs ;) Soon I was sitting at my computer doing nothing because I had SO much free time before class. So I grab my cell phone and decide to leave early for class and use my cell phone as a clock since I can't find my watch. I look at my phone and kind of laugh and say, "Hmm...my phone says 9:15am...heheh...my class starts at 9:00am. Heh." Then I stopped laughing and ran to class swearing at my computer because the clock was off again. So I was late to my first class back of the second semester. Luckily the teacher knew me and as I walked into class and got that "Ooooh he's late" look from all the kids, the teacher just said, "Hey Grant!" and gave me the papers and let me grab a seat. I felt special. It was fun.

Oh...and my math teacher is eccentric...he borrowed my pen and kept the cap unknowingly for the next ten minutes as he walked around and then got to the front of class. I watched him as he looked down at his hand and looked utterly confused and suddenly raised his hand violently into the air and said, "Who's pen cap?!" He didn't even remember that he had borrowed it from me. This guy is great.


gosh...is that just plain creepy or what?

WOO! BED TIME! WOO! YEAH! I NEED SLEEP! YEAH! WOO! ok...I'm over that...sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me sometimes. I'm going to go now. If that's not a problem with you. And I hope it is.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to a playlist of Marvelous 3, but I think this song isn't really them. It's called "Dream" and talks about Hollywood and vampires and stuff. But I can't, for the life of me, figure out who it's by...oh well.
---feeling...like...yeah

Last night Aaron was on my computer using Google and their oh so creative "I'm feeling lucky" button. It takes you to the first page on the subject you type in. We found all kinds of cool stuff. Women pirates, a band named The Poptart Monkeys (though their music ended up being pretty genaric rock), and other fun stuff. It was a jolly good time.

Hey...go to THIS PAGE and see pictures of Blue Me...the interterm production I am working on. Ok, so I've done basically nothing on this project yet...but my job is just now kicking in. The editor and I got the dailies ready and showed them to the rest of the crew. I think I now know why people don't like post-production jobs while in this sort of environment. THEY ALL HATE ME!!!

No...really...I didn't have to get up at 4:00am three days in a row. Instead I went to LA and hung out at my brothers, went to a club, slept it, all sorts of good stuff. So now they are making fun of me...asking me if I'm having fun finally doing work. Yes...I am...so there...ha.

This school makes me laugh. Today there was some parent thing going on...I guess for them to see if they wanted their kids at this school. So I go to the caffeteria where they are all having lunch and I realize that, of course, they have much better food than usual. They work faster, harder, and better. The food tastes better and they have more selections. But we can say goodbye to that for tomorrow's lunch...no more parents to impress. Good ol' deception.

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Heh...sorry.

You all might remember our little friends the ants that invaded our room a couple months ago. Well...they're back. They have been attacking Aaron's desk for quite some time now, but I have escaped. A little bit ago Aaron went into the bathroom and suddenly Aaron startles me by screaming at the top of his lungs, "STUPID ANTS! DON'T YOU LEARN?!? WHERE DO YOU COME FROM!?!" I guess we had ants in our bathroom. Then he opened the freezer and let our a scream. I guess some of the scout ants made it into and out of our freezer and told the rest of the colony about a bunch of really cold food. So a whole troop of them went into the icy dark cavern, also known as the micro-fridge freezer. Sadly there were few survivors. Hoards of little black specks covered the edge of the freezer...they had died it seems of the cold. Oh well.

I'm gonna keep this short because otherwise I will start getting boring. I actually have a couple things to do tonight (not things I have to do...just things I want to do). So I'll update more later. Yeah. Cool.

*shudder*

AHHHH....where are my pictures?!?!?!

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to the Barenaked Ladies..."Edith we never really knew eachother anyway..."
---feeling insubordinate (can you feel insubordinate?)

I bought a little wooden tiki man who looks nothing like that picture a while back in a store called Black Market Minerals. His name is Ferdy. He sits on my dresser next to my desk. And he somehow ends up on the floor at least once every other day. I'm not sure how...but circumstances lead to him being knocked over constantly. Tonight I was lunging over Ed's chair to get to the phone and not only knocked over Ferdy...but proceeded to knock over two salt shakers and one pepper shaker that we ganked from the caffeteria. Aaron clapped at my incredible show of dexterity and skill.

Ooh...I added a new piece of artwork...so check that out. There's a link to the new page on the bottom. And I added a ton of new pics to the non-college pictures. They are mostly from Christmas break. Yeah...go there. And speaking of going places...I have a GREAT place that you can all go. It's called Grant's guestbook. It's real cool. And you get to sign your name and all that good stuff. Then you get to make Grant feel really special because you signed his guestbook. And don't we all want to make Grant happy?




Right...time to go and read or write or maybe do both. Speaking of writing...I added a new poem or two to my section. Just so y'all know. Seems that I will actually have some work to do tomorrow for this interterm movie thing. That is amazing! Actual work? Gosh. I wonder what I'm going to do since I won't have the entire day to sit in my room and do nothing. I'm sure I'll be able to deal. And you will all have to deal with this short pretty crappy update. Enjoy!

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to the credits music of Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey
---feeling the intense need to update my webpage for no apparent reason

So Aaron jumped off of his bed just a little bit ago and hit his foot on something and is now icing it on the floor with freeze-pops because of our lack of real ice. Then he ate them. But that is besides the point. He is now not as worried about the possibility of his toe being broken because it is numb and he can wiggle it...but from the painful sounds coming out of his mouth I'm sure it doesn't feel that good.

I left my contact lense case at my brother's humble abode the other night and didn't realize it until late the other night. So I put my contacts in a mug that I think had some dried milk on the bottom and sides. Though I put solution in the mug with the contacts, contacts float....hence the contact case forcing the contacts under the solution. The result was a pair of contacts that had been soaking halfway in a milky solution and were slightly hard. After prying it out of my left eye I decided that it was time to toss these ones in the garbage can. Once my eye returned from red to white...I put in some new contacts and now all is well. Except for the fact that now I can't take off my contacts until I get a new case and my eyes are screaming for oxygen which my suction-like soft contacts to not give to my eyes. Sigh~I love college.

If you have noticed that every once in a while the pictures are just not on my page...you have just about as much of a clue as I do as to why. I'm not really sure why it happens, but every once in a while a picture just doesn't work. Then I have to spend like 10 minutes getting it to work again only to find that it doesn't work again the next day. Sigh~I hate the internet.

Aaron just got out of bed, limped over to the micro-fridge, and grabbed some more freezer-pops for his now throbbing foot. He figures that freeze-pops are better than real ice because now he can ice his foot in bed, and then fall asleep while doing so, and they won't melt and get all over the place since they are in plastic wrappers. Smart. Resourceful. The kind of thing they don't teach you in college but should. Maybe I'll be driving him to the hospital tomorrow.

"My hands are small I know...but they're...not yours they are my own...they're...not yours they are my own." What in the world is that song about?!?

I found out today that one of the top guys at our school got stuck in our crappy, under-checked, expired liscenced elevators a while back. That's almost as funny as our president choking on a pretzel. Almost.

Why is it that whenever I jiggle the top of a coke can and do the little alphabet thing I ALWAYS get letters that don't have many names that go with that letter? Like q, z, and x. Am I destined to marry someone with some odd and slightly unpronouncable name? "And do you...quen...uh, quee...uh, um...quental? take Grant to be your lawfully wedded...."

VonMon 8: what are the requirements and products of light dependent and light independent reactions of photosynthesis?
greenm00se: I'm in college...I don't know that kind of thing.

AHHH...I felt something on my arm just now so I looked closer and a little spider was having a stroll towards my hand. *shudder*

Gosh...if they put THIS lebel on more foods...I would sure be careful with what I ate.

And if they put THIS label on more foods....I would be confused.

Time to go to bed. I think. I'm not too sure though. As you can probably tell by this entry I am in a slightly odd mood. But when is that not the case? Maybe I will lay in bed and ponder things. Or stare at that dirty spot above my bed that I am always thinking about cleaning but never do. Or sleep might be smart since I am getting used to sleeping till 11:something, and in a couple weeks I will have 9:00am classes. Hahahha...that's funny. Sigh~I'm gonna die. So yeah, maybe I should get in that habit of getting up slightly early now. (yeah right...but it was a nice thought). So uh...g'night everyone. Until next time. Bye for now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Weezer...some song off of Pinkerton
---feeling uneasy

You ever have a feeling of total uneasiness that is constantly on the back of your mind and you can't really explain why?

Um...click here (if nothing happens...I messed something up...no worries)

So my first real job so far for this interterm movie thing has been to babysit a room. It seems that a room that would have been closed had nobody been inside needed to be open. Therefore I was assigned the job to sit there in the room from 3:30pm to 7:30pm. Fun stuff! But it really wasn't that bad...I am somewhere towards the beginning of Stranger in a Strange Land by Heinlein. It's a really good book so far. From what I've heard and from what I can tell so far the message is purely pro-situational ethics and moral relativism.

I went to Blockbuster last night to rent a movie. The guy behind the counter seemed particularly talkative and wanted to strike up a conversation with us. He says, "Hey...I'll trade you her (pointing to a girl in our party) for the Trainspotting girl over there." I just kind of looked at him funny...so he further explained. It seems that some girl rented Trainspotting and then went back into the store to look at other stuff and wouldn't leave. So he was offering a trade. I just kind of smiled and handed him my card. Then he asked about the movie we were watching...gave his critique...and as I was walking out the door he said, "Hey...don't go committing suicide now...I've got dibs on that movie next." You sure meet interesting people in Orange.

I am completely and utterly out of things to say that would not border on inner-anguish garbage. So I'll go and I'll update later.

In the meantime...ponder this.

p.s. SIGN MY GUESTBOOK (you would make me feel special)

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to the voices in my head
---feeling cyclothymic

I bought my books today for the next semester of school. Besides the initial shock of a 30 page soft-cover useless book being $25.00 used...it was a jolly time. And at the Chapman bookstore I made a great discovery. I found bottle-opener keychains emblazoned with the Chapman University logo. I guess our school figures if kids will be getting drunk...they might as well be reminded while doing so of the great institution that they belong to. On the way back from the bookstore I realized that our school just wants to make us suffer. Not only do they charge an arm and a leg...but then they give you your couple hundred pounds of books in plastic bags. Problem? Yes, I think so. The handles of these bags feel fine at first. But then you feel them slowly stretching out becoming razor thin and cutting off the circulation of your hands as well as nearly making you bleed. You have two bags...of course...so you can't switch hands or anything...you just have to walk back to the dorms in pain. Not that I'm complaining or anything.

Last night a group of us went to the other building to watch the Godfather II. The problem was that Aaron has never seen part I, and I haven't seen part I for many years. So we were struggeling the whole 3 and a half hours with keeping up with just what the hell is going on. It wasn't easy...let me tell you. Then the whole group of us walks back to the dorm and takes the elevator and gets off and walks into the hall to go back to our respective rooms. Suddenly we all kind of stop and look around, confused as to when someone went and painted all the doors that were previously maroon to blue. It quickly dawns on us that we had gotten off on the third floor and not even noticed until we were halfway down the wrong hall. This was nothing new to me...I've done this multiple times...and I feel like an idiot every time.

There should be more caution signs like THIS.

And there should be more cool inventions like THIS.

Time to go. Yeah...just because.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Rock the Casba...."...something something something...ROCK the casba...ROCK the casba..."
---feeling sedated

I have some good websites for y'all to go to:
(thanks to Aaron for the ninja inspiration)

*Ninjas are great...and cheerleaders are...uh...they're cheerleaders. So why did it take so long for people to come up with CHEERLEADER NINJAS!!!

*Speaking of ninjas...they rock. And the guy who made THIS PAGE new it.

* "Now you too can become your favorite Shadow Ninja, right down to the disguise, mask, and fighting tool..." Really? COOL!!!

How long should it take someone to understand that it is the slightly rare palendrome of a year 2002? I look back at things I have written and I still put 2001. Then later it dawns on me that I haven't taken enough care to see that I put the right date down. Then I feel really dumb. But hey...what's new?

**CORRECTION**
It seems that I made an assumption in believing that Kevin was dead after that picture I was sent. He recently sent another picture thereby ruining my theory that aliens had invaded his home and used him for awful experiments. I guess he was just playing with his webcam. Yeah...I was dissapointed too. Maybe next time.
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Um...it seems that I really have nothing to talk about right now. I really started this update out of sheer boredom and now am reaping the results of my decision. I will end this update now or I will end up talking about something really boring and dull like quantum physics. Lucky for YOU...I know NOTHING about quantum physics...so the most I could say is...."is sounds hard." Right...I'm probably already boring you. So I'll stop now.

I normally don't update for like an entire day...but I have some interesting pictures that I felt the need to show you all.

My friend Kevin recently got a webcam. You know...if I had a webcam I would record my life and make it like one of those cool computer entry journal things like they had on Star Trek and like in all those horror movies where people enter a ship that has been abandoned for years and they go to the video log thingy and they watch it and hear people screaming and saying, "HELP US!! WE CAN'T ESCAPE!! THEY ARE COMING!!" ane then blood splatters on the screen and the people discuss what happened and how they are now in mortal danger because they are on the ship where those people died. Yeah...that's what I'd do. It seems that is also what Kevin did. And then he programmed his computer to send out whatever the last bit of footage was before the camera stopped if it stopped. Here is what I just recently got in my e-mail.

Looks like that was the end of poor Kevin. But at least we now know where he is instead of all just wondering why our contacts with him have been severed.

Aaron and I may look deceivingly skinny...but I assure you that we are both world champion body builders. Here is my proof:


So I told my friend that I would put up a picture of him with his huge sideburns. So here it is...a picture of Josh's huge sideburns. And....yeah, that is really all I have to say about that. All hail the sideburns of truth!


The Crow is cool. Ok ok...so I'm obsessed with him and wish that I was him. So why not pretend:

P.S. I now have a guestbook...over there on the left...no...lower....lower...no, no...too far...up....there ya go. Sign it. Now. Or someone gets hurt.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Cake...."We are building a religion..."
---feeling hypocritical

I'm pretty anti-big-corperation....but I'm drinking out of a Starbucks mug. Oh well...at least I didn't buy it for myself.

ACK...the spacebar just fell off my keyboard. Again. At some point many months ago I somehow loosened the spacebar from my keyboard...now it has tasted freedom and yearns for it once again.

Aaron has been messing with Photoshop recently and here is his latest creation:
(too dark? crank the brightness on your monitor for a few seconds...it won't hurt...I swear)

Notice the face on the wall behind me over my bed. Is that creepy to anyone else out there? Yeah...I think I'll sleep in the closet or somewhere safe tonight.

I was laying in bed earlier...just thinking or doing some other thing that I do when I am not occupied with entertainment...and I here a loud THUMP. I sit up and see Aaron's skateboard over close to my bed and Aaron on the ground. I put two and two together and realized that the skateboard that we often enjoy standing on in the middle of the room had come out of under Aaron's feet, and I was seeing the aftermath. I told him that we were going to hurt ourselves on his skateboard...and this is merely the first accident. If I don't update for a long time...I'm in the hospital because of the longboard.

While shopping recently I found a GREAT brand while looking for cookies. FMV. (For Maximum Value). Hey, it really WAS for maximum value. A whole bag of cookies for like $1.19. I chose those after looking at other bargain brands and seeing names like Droxies. I passed those because I couldn't help but associate that name with some kind of skin ointment. So FMV brand it was.

I've been playing allot of Fallout II recently. It's really a great game where you're this guy (or girl) trying to save the post-nuclear-war world from iminent danger as well as save your tribe from dying off. Good stuff. Play it.

Time to go and sleep. Or at least try to. I was sleeping the other night and had the misfortune of either dreaming of laying in bed not sleeping...or really laying in bed and not sleeping and not really knowing which situation was true. In other words...very little rest. So I will get some tonight if I can. OH...you have to download the video for Avalanches Frontier Psychiatry...that is a GREAT video. Right...I'm off! Bye for now!!!

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Cake...Satan is my motor......
---feeling slightly sick

Ooooooh. Check out the pretty pictures! Yeah, so Aaron helped me figure out how to make pictures into links after I figure out a place to host my pictures from. And now you get a new and improved, better than ever, more efficient, faster, cleaner, FDA approved, cholosterol reducing, fat burning, professional, super-easy to use, specially formulated, no chemicals added, only 2 grams of fat, scientifically engineered, all-in-one, perfect website!!! Enjoy.

There is literally nothing interesting to do in Orange besides go to the freaking Block. Hence Aaron and I having been there the past three nights in a row. Now don't get me wrong, I DO have a life...I just don't know where it is. And tonight we were just there because we were trying to find Aaron's long lost ID card. The movie theatre did not have it, so we went to the grocery store to bargain shop for edible stuff for our dorm room. I got some honey-roasted peanuts, some macaroni and cheese, and other stuff. Now I can be even MORE anti-social. Woo!

So um...our President choked on a pretzel and passed out. Does this seem laughable to anyone else out there?

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****RANDOM CRAP! WOO!****

---Does Gwar seem disturbing to anyone else out there or am I the only one?

---Is THIS really any less disturbing?
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I'm going to go and read now or something. Speaking of reading...you ALL need to read Hunter S. Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and Chuck Palahniuk's Survivor. Then you need to tell me what you think. I am starting Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land for a little science fiction. Then it's on to finishing Fellowship of the Rings before I buy Choke by Palahniuk. Gosh...so much reading to do and so little time. Ok, so I have plenty of time with how little work I am actually doing here. But sooner or later I will be busy...I hope. So yeah...go click on the buttons to the left just to make me happy. And I would be even happier if you wrote me and told me how much you like/hate my website. I'll gladly post any hatemail on my website...good stuff. I'm off for now! Be back later! Bye for now!

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Weezer playing from Aaron's CD player (they say that only the "hardcore fans" like Pinkerton)
---feeling like I'm learning nothing in school right now.

Alright....alright....so I feel like I'm learning nothing because I have been doing just that...nothing. I'm here for interterm...but in all reality I don't think that interterm exists. I think that the school is having us pay money to come here and they keep saying, "You will be doing something soon enough", but then you find that the next semester has started and you didn't do anything. Sure Aaron has been going out every day...supposedly to work on some movie. But I think that he's really husteling drugs on the street. You know...the kind of things Aaron has connections to: Durateston 250, Mifepristone abortion pills from France, Plenastril from Switzerland, and Masterone from Portugal.

Gosh...I wish I had an outfit like THIS guy!

Hi...I'm Grant...I'm a "wanna-be rebel." Or so I have been informed many many times. To tell the truth...I don't even think of myself as a wanna-be rebel...I just bend some rules every once in a while. Like last night. Aaron and I decided to go to a movie, but these outragous prices have gotten us to thinking that we deserve more than one movie per ticket. So we planned it out and went and saw Imposter...a b-grade sci-fi movie about a guy who might have a bomb in his chest (only actually IN his chest). Riiiight. We had some friends at the movies so before going into Imposter we stopped by Joe Somebody to say "hi" to them. We sat in the row behind them and started talking pretty quietly. The lady behind me clears her throat loudly. We keep talking and tell them our plans. The lady behind me clears her throat loudly. We sit back to watch a little of the movie. The lady behind us clears her throat loudly. By this point it was clear that she did not approve of our doings. Later our friends stopped by Imposter to tell us that they were going to go into Lord of the Rings. We said adou and then wasted some time after our movie ended walking around. We noticed some hightened security and overheard a conversation that went something like, "Yeah...there were some kids sneaking into movies..." and Aaron and I look at eachother and laugh. We then sneak into The Royal Tenenbaums and enjoy quite the good movie. I feel that my $7.00 was well spent.

In the last 60-something hours I have eaten a handful of pretzels, a garden burger, and a couple handfuls of candy. That really can't be too healthy. And the only reason that I ate the garden burger is because Aaron brought it back from the caffeteria. I swear I just forget to eat and my body for some strange reason complains more when I DO eat food then when I neglect to do so. And you all wonder how I stay so skinny.

Some of you might have tried to go to my page and noticed lots of little white boxes with little red "x"s in them. That was my sad attempt to put pictures on my page. The problem is that yahoo will not let me post pictures from their geocities site straight onto Blogger. I can't figure out how to upload pictures so I can put them directly onto my Blogger main page. Hence it not working. So if anyone out there knows how...do write me and tell me and you might get a little something as a reward. Like my complimenting your mad blogging skillz. Sorry...that's about all the reward you'll get. Or I'll put a link to your page on mine...I'd have no problem with that. And I have a good amount of people come to my site...so it wouldn't be a weak link.

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****RANDOM CRAP SECTION****

---THIS is why you should never let a weasel make you toast.

---THIS is why parents should teach their kids about sex, not books

---THIS is why dogs and cars do not mix.
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I'm going to go now and try and find something fun to do. But what is there fun to do in Orange? Not much, I can tell you that. And I can't go see my brother and hang out in Hollywood because he is in New York until tomorrow. So I'm here, lacking much food in my stomach but not feeling hungry, with like 1/8 of the people who go to this school here, and in persuit of something fun to do. Wish me luck...I'll need it. I'm off for now...goodbye.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to the soft hum of the air conditioner (shhh....Aaron's trying to sleep)
---feeling slightly facade-like

I just came back from the Omega Burger drive-in. "The last word in fine food." Aaron has had the strange urge to eat here for quite some time now (we're not sure why), so we finally went. We reasessed our decision as we approached the burnt out sign that said, "Omega Burger" and had two sub-signs, "tacos" and "pastrami." Now I'm not too sure why anyone with "burger" in their store's name would advertise for tacos. And who knows...maybe they just have some really good pastrami. We walked in, passed the broken video game machine covered in graffiti, noticed the venecian blinds were all hanging slightly down on one side, examined the hole filled upholstry of their unusually uncomfortable seats, and started studying the menu. It seems this place has everything from seafood to Mexican food. The only thing that really scared me was the steak dinner for $4.00. We all got burgers, sat down, and discussed why one would need a large circular concave mirror in the corner on the ceiling if there is no corner to see around. We figured that the odd angle it was placed at (where all one could see looking into it was the table right in front of it) was so they could catch people making out...at that specific table only.**** The food was pretty good, though messy, and the prices were very decent. I think I will go back to the last word in fine food again...maybe this time to try the most expensive thing on the menu...the shrimp dinner...mmm.

****Side note. A couple weeks ago I was at a restaurant with Sarah and we were the last ones in...nobody else was allowed in because they were about to close. The waitress was quite nice and told us that we were the only ones there and that we had as long as we needed. Then came an unusual offer. She told us that we could do "whatever you want" (with a mischevious look in her eye)...and would even "turn the lights down" if she knew how. Our only warning..."don't do anything the manager would get too upset about." I guess that would involve having sex on the table. I'm not too sure what she was thinking...maybe that the 50's diner atmosphere would get two kids in the mood to do something? I'm not sure...but it was quite amusing if I do say so myself...and I do.

I saw A Beautiful Mind today. That recent Russel Crowe movie...along with Jennifer Conelly (Requiem, Dark City, etc...), and Paul Bettany (from the HORRID Knight's Tale) and others. I enjoyed it...it was a decent film. It was pretty original in the way of plot...and the acting wasn't half bad. And that is as in-depth as my review goes. I never listen to anyone else's opinions on movies...so why would you? I'll save my breath.

So I was illegally downloading more music today (yeah yeah...bad Grant) and got allot of the American Beauty score. Not the soundtrack, the score. That music just totally rocks my world. It is SO good...I just want to listen to it over and over. But sadly that would probably make those around me go into a blind rage and beat me over the head with the now empty 40-like green tea bottle on my dresser. And we don't want that.

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**RANDOM FACTS/THOUGHTS OF THE DAY**

---Aaron's new longboard matches our carpet when it is dark. This is bad for me when I get up to go to the bathroom late at night.

---What other restaurant can you find asada, shrimp, tacos, steak, zuchini, and omlets all on the same menu besides the Omega Burger? It really must be the last word in fine food!

---My typing is probably keeping Aaron from sleeping...oops
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Well...I don't want to piss Aaron off...so I will at least get in bed and read or something. I'm not tired. I really gotta get me one of those quiet key keyboards so I don't click and clack loudly during the night. I will finally be doing something for Blue Me tomorrow ::crossing fingers:: but who knows...the assistant editor can't do TOO much until after some film is actually shot. Dang. But I have to be there anyways. So it's off to try and make myself go to sleep once again...only to find myself alone in my room with nothing to do when I wake up. Gosh I love college. That's all for now (in case you were wondering)...I'm leaving. Bye for now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to New Order sing Run Wild (the new stuff...though I like old New Order too)
---feeling frustrated

So I feel a little rediculous right now. I went to the store before I came back to school and got a bunch of food so I don't have to live off of the inedble caffeteria food here. One thing I got was some Arizona Green Tea (with honey and ginsing). But the thing is, it's in this incredibly oversized bottle. It's like the size of a 40...only much much wider. So I'm drinking straight out of this gargantuon bottle because I'm a college kid and therefore I do not have any cups to put it in. And even if I DID have cups...why use them? Then you have to wash the cup out. It's so much easier to just drink out of the bottle.

If a year ago someone had mentioned to me something about a master chef...I would have thought of someone who could make a flawless soufle, or knew how to marinate a steak perfectly, or had delicious recipes that were like no other. But not anymore. I think that every master chef should be forced to try and make instant foods that include the instructions, "just add water." I swear...those things are near to impossible to make. You can't just follow the instructions...no...then you either get a watered down mess that is supposed to be noodles, or you get a dried up crusty pile of what was supposed to be easy mac. It takes improvisation, interpretation, and mad microwave skillz. Tonight is the first night that I actually made something with the right amount of water at the right temperature for the right amount of time. It still tasted like bland Italian food...but at least it wasn't MY fault.

I feel the insatiable need to dance. I think I just need to go to a club somewhere and go off in one of the crowded rooms and just go into my own little world and dance for hours on end till I am too tired to do much more than walk back to my car. I don't even want to dance with anyone...that takes too much extra energy...I just want to dance. Just thought you'd all like to know.

So if I could have anything as a pet...I would base it solely on how cute it was. Here are my choices:
(in no particular order)
*hedghog
*ferret
*chinchilla
*merekat
*Kate Hudson (I'm kidding Sarah)

I restart my computer right....because it freezes on me (nothing new). It loads up and then tells me that there is no mouse. Um...YES THERE IS YOU STUPID PIECE OF....*deep breath* I'm ok...really. I just hate my computer. So I have to restart it and then plug it in and that doesn't work so I keep on trying and finally out of nowhere it works again. Riiiight. I think that this computer hates me and just screws up merely to piss me off. Must be it. I think that this computer has an appointment with a 12-gague Remington double barrel shotgun...a couple buckshot shells should help clear things up. Or maybe a Smith and Wesson .357 stainless steal 6-shooter...six .36 specials would probably help lower my agression towards this piece of crap. Ok...no more...I'm getting all worked up. I think I'll go do something else before I really do hurt my computer and then all you poor people would have to suffer because you couldn't read my pathetic weblogs. Oh no! What would you do!? I'm not even sure if more than five people read this stupid thing...I guess it's up here for my own amusement. And that's just fine by me. I don't need all of you out there! *sniff sniff* Ok...so I do...I lied. I think I'll go before I offend like the one person who probably reads this into never coming back. Right. I'll update later...I never have anything to do...so it shouldn't be long before you can read more of me ranting. Fun times! ok...enough...goodbye for now!

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---lackadaisical and antisocial
---listening to Counting Crows....mmmm....Round Here

Boy do I feel completely pathetic right now. I realized that if it wasn't for Aaron...I would not leave this room. Hence me not leaving this room until he got back from being the second assistant AC on a film shoot. Therefore I do not have crazy stories about people doing fun things, stupid things, or things at all for that matter because I barely saw anyone. But that won't stop me from writing another log...no sir.

But now that I think about it...I really don't have too much to talk about. I could talk about cauliflower or something...but that might get dull. So I won't.

Aaron and I had an interesting conversation in Del Taco just a little bit ago. We were discussing what it is that makes something "world famous." I mean really...what is it? Do you fill out a form and your food/item has to meet certain standards to ascertain whether or not it is world famous? Can people just throw that phrase around all they like? Could I go on E-Bay and sell a pencil as "A world-famous number 2 pencil" ? Del Taco has written on their fry bags, "World Famous Crinkle Fries." Gosh, I feel very uneducated with all the world famous items I have never heard about.

She says, "It's only in my head."
She says, "Shhh....I know it's only in my head."

Then she looks up at the building
and says she's thinking of jumping.
She says she's tired of life;
she must be tired of something.

Round here she's always on my mind
Round here I got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early
Nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very very late **good song**

Our room is falling apart. You know how people buy houses that are "fixers" and they plan on working on them till they are in working condition again? Well...we didn't decide to get a fixer...our room just is one. The light fixture leaks when it rains, the refrigerator freezes anything inside (even on lowest temperature), and now our air conditioning unit sounds more like a dying weasel then an air conditioning unit...which is what it should sound like. (And don't even ask me why I know what a dying weasel sounds like).

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***RANDOM FACTS/THOUGHTS FOR THE DAY***

---"To get one's monkey up" means "to get angry"

---"To cut the mustard" means "to accomplish"

---"Mardis Gras" literally means "fat Tuesday"

---"High jinks" was a drinking game from the 18th century
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I've done quite a bit lately with the pictures and drawings sections. Go to artwork and go to both picture sections. The "non-college" section is all new. And there is some new stuff in the other picture section if you go to more pictures, then go to more pictures again. Hooray for new scanner! If only it worked on MY computer.

This guy looks pretty cool huh?

On another completely different note...this probably hurts huh?

And what the hell is going on here?

Riiiight. I'm gonna go now and play a video game or read more or do something else. Counting Crows is getting me all sad and introspective. Maybe I shouldn't listen to sad music. But that just doesn't work because allot of my music IS sad. Let's see here: The Cure, Red House Painters, Dashboard Confessional, Counting Crows, Coldplay, Juliana Theory, New End Original, etc...

So yeah...time to go...like I already said...I just didn't do it. Time to follow through with my words. Most posts later...for better or worse. Adios por ahora.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---here...not there....here

Waking up in a groggy stupor I wondered why I had gone to bed at 3:30am when nothing, and I do mean nothing, of any importance took place. Well, that is not completely true. So I guess it's partially true? You see, Aaron's birthday was today...well...IS today, so I was able to wish him a happy day of birth after 12:00...though he was actually born at 3:33am. I sure wish I had been born at such a memorable time...but no, I was born at 6:30 something...oh well...I will have to live vicariously through Aaron's luck of having such a good number for his time of birth. I then proceeded to eat pizza that had been sitting out for over 24 hours without being refrigerated. All it needed was a little microwaving and it was fine...and I'm still alive so it must not have hurt me too much. I soon was reading Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas...Hunter S. Thompson's autobiography of his drug induced trip to Las Vegas to find the American Dream. At some point after asking Aaron if he was tired (and having him respond with, "No...it feels like it's mid afternoon") I forced myself to get in bed and turn off the lights to try and sleep. Soon I was delving into my world of psychotic dreams of otherworldly stuff. Only to wake up and know that I would have to clean my room. For the past three days I have had quite the enormous pile of miscellanious items piled on my bed. I figure that if I am to sleep I will have to put these items in their respective places. Problem...all the "respective" places have been taken up by other items that needed respective places to be put. So this stuff would move to the chair next to my bed while I slumbered, only to be moved back to my bed in the morning so I could use the computer. After three days of this I tired of having to move things and having to dig through video tapes, trash, books, henna tattoo paste, salt shakers, and various bracelets and necklaces before finally being able to find my keys or wallet. My room is now miraculously clean...and I feel a need to wrap myself in blankets or something similar to take away all the extra space that I have been afforded. I am an a-claustrophobic. I love tight spaces. Dark, warm, quiet places where something is touching me from every side. I think I could sleep well in a coffin. Soon I was showering to wash away the grime from the day before and then it was off to eat food. Our caffeteria has done it again. The same chocolate cake that has adorned the dessert section was once more altered slightly and placed ever so temptingly at eye level for hungry college kids. I noticed the extra sprinkles to overcompensate for the slowly hardening outide layer of cake, and took a piece. The rest of my day consisted of reading more of Thompson's schitzophrenic paranoid gonzo journalism, scanning pictures for my website, more eating (the cake was still there), and lots of procrastinating. What am I procrastinating from? Nothing really...I'm not doing too much at the moment.

I was in Borders...the bookstore...and was buying Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and some guy from behind me sees the book...our dialoge was as follows:

guy: "That is one fucked up book!"
me: "Um...yeah."
guy: "Yeah...it's...really fucked up!"
me: "Yeah...I like Thompson's writing style."
guy: "The movie was pretty fucked up, but the book is even more fucked up."
me: "Uh...ok."
guy: "You should read Chaos."
me: "Yeah? Who's it by?"
guy: "No."
me: *furrows eyebrows* "Uh..who's it by?"
guy: "I don't remember...but it's called Chaos...C-H-A-O-S."
me: "Ok...sure."

I was soon leaving that guy's sight as quickly as I could. Trying not to make eye contact. He seemed a little too interested in telling me how crazy the book I was buying was. Maybe he was just trying to be friendly? Or maybe he is a psychotic serial killer who is stalking his next victim so he can invite them to his house so they can borrow this book Chaos (which doesn't really exist) and then he will put them in a big glass tank that slowly fills with water as he video tapes it and then put them in a vat of bleach so their skin turns white and then he would suspend himself over the victim from the metal loops surgically implanted in his back as he would watch the tape of his victim's death. Or maybe I've seen one too many movies.

*******GO TO MY ARTWORK SECTION!!! NEW STUFF!!! YAY!!!**********

Time to go and do something. I think Aaron was going to watch the director's commentary on Almost Famous. Sounds like a plan! WOO! We're not just going to sit at our respective desks and do nothing at all. We'll just sit in front of the TV and do nothing at all instead. I need to watch how much excitment I allow in my life or I might just overload or something. So I'm gonna go now and do that stuff that needs doing. And maybe I'll even do that stuff that doesn't need doing. Who knows! Bye for now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to the sound of Aaron's movie being edited
---feeling cloaked in desperation (that sounds kind of cool)

So I'm wearing a mesh shirt right now. Sarah gave it to me for Christmas and so I'm now wearing it. It's one of those things that you really don't know what occasion to wear it for. I mean...I could wear it casually...but then it looks as if I got lost on my way to a goth party. I could wear it to something slightly fancy...but then it looks like I am trying to make some kind of statement. I could wear it when it is cold out...but the holes don't help too much with coldness. I could wear it when it is hot...but the black makes me even hotter. So WHEN DO I WEAR IT!?! Why not now? Ok. Sounds good. And I keep getting people to stop and look at me though they never say anything about it...they just look out of the corner of their eye and then keep walking. Then they whisper to the person next to them. Hey...we're close to LA...you think people would be more accustom to freaks...but I guess not.

So our caffeteria service is pretty sneaky. But I'm sneakier! You see...they use foods that are only slightly edible in the first place. That means that after say...one day...the food is nearly unusable. But Aramark is pretty dang resourceful. We the students have been trying to find the recycled food every time we go into the caffeteria. Here is what we think is happening:

---the meat (from hamburgers or other meaty objects) is turned into an undescribable cassarole of some kind...or ground up meat for tacos
---the deserts, like the chocolate cake, are merely redecorated with sprinkles and some kind of cheap canned fruit
---the old cereal, like the Capt'n Crunch, is turned into "Cereal Bars" that look something like rice krispy treats
---my guess is the bad milk is turned into chocolate milk...mmmmm

It seems that I am becoming quite the connoseur (gosh...I think I mangled that word) of the movie Fellowship of the Ring. Yeah...I've now seen it 3 times! "Why?" you might ask, "Would you watch it three times when watching it even once makes your entire butt go numb after sitting for three hours?" I have a simple answer. Out of necessity. Ok...so that was a lie. But it sounded good. In all reality...each time there was a different person (or group) who had not seen it yet and I had...so I saw it again...and again. Hey, it's fine with me...I loved the movie. It's pretty dang good.

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RANDOM FACTS/THOUGHTS FOR THE DAY:

---mesh shirts...though long sleeve...are quite decieving in how warm you think they will keep you

---if is wasn't for Aaron telling me we should eat...I would spend all day in my room and never leave to consume edible stuff

---1 is the lonliest number
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Off I go to tackle another nights challenges of finding food....finding entertainment...and finding some reason to justify my lack of accomplishing anything worthwhile. Sounds like a job for....me? Maybe. Maybe it's a job for Insanely Powerful Immune System Boy! Yeah, I didn't get mono or anything. My immune system rocks. But I don't know...IPISB doesn't look too cool embroidered on a cape. And why would I need a cape. My good immune system won't help me fly. But if it could that would be cool! Riiight. Anyway...I'm gonna go now. !!Adios por ahora!!

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to a Red hot Chili Peppers marathon (thanks to Ed)
---feeling serendipitous (wait...what does that mean again?)

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Ok...so I'm a little bit late on that, but I didn't update and I needed to say it. I had a wonderful New Years. It seems that my New Years recently have become progresively better. And I've got some great plans. See, this year was New Years at San Jose. Next year is all about San Fran to watch the ball drop. The next year it's LA to go clubbing on New Years. The next year is Las Vegas to see the beautiful fireworks. Then the next year is New York. See...progressively more and more complicated and even cooler each year. Now it will probably end up that I am just going to spend each New Years in San Jose with some close friend/s.

So this school is trying to starve us or something. I swear. I am here at Chapman for this hellish thing called Interterm where kids come back four weeks early from their Christmas break and take a free class. That's just not cool. But yeah...that's why I'm here. And the big wigs here at Chapman all got together and decided that they wanted to take away our Interterm next year. Why? Not too sure...but they want to. The kids hate this idea and they kind of revolted and told the school what they thought. So...I figure that the school thought it would be funny to play a joke on us and take away our use of the caffeteria so we can't eat unless we spend money. That way we wouldn't like Interterm and would be happy for it to go away. Sigh~just can't win.

And added to that last section...it's hard to eat here in the dorm too. Our refrigerator is demon possessed and freezes everything. The freezer does it's job, but I guess the refrigerator part got jealous and wanted to freeze things too. So anything we put in there turns rock hard. And some things in there are already rock hard...like my piece of birthday cake I never ate. That cake is from October 7th, 2001. Hence it being rock hard. If anyone out there wants this cake I will gladly mail it to you free of charge...it would be a nice memento.

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RANDOM THOUGHTS/FACTS OF THE DAY:
(this time I actually have some...YAY)

---In a study of 200,000 ostriches over a period of eighty years, no one reported a single case where an ostrich buried its head in the sand (or attempted to do so). (It's all those stupid cartoons that make kids believe stuff like this...TV is the devil)

---Powdered Tea was once used as a snuff to stop bleeding noses. (though I wouldn't try it now)

---In the United States, 1982, the painkiller 'Tylenol' was spiked with cyanide. (anyone have a headache?)

---Blonde beards grow faster than darker beards. (not MINE....gosh....I was gipped)

---There are more living organisms on the skin of a single human being that there are human beings on the surface of the earth. (I think I'll go take a shower)
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I'm soon off to work on some stuff for school (ugh...it can't be time to go back to school already....NOOOOO!!!!). Then it's time for...uh...something. I'm not really sure what. I have a feeling that I am going to be VERY busy while working on the movie...and VERY bored when not working on it. Hey...it'll give me time to do things I need to do. Let's list what I need to do:

>>get a haircut...I'm starting to look like Hayley Mills from the original Parent Trap.
>>fix my USB port so I can use the new stuff I got for my computer.
>>eat...yeah...eating might be smart.
>>see Lord of the Rings again (Aaron wants to see it and he doesn't want to go alone...guess I'll see it for the 3rd time....YES!!!)
>>procrastinate...though it will be harder to do so now that I only have one class....I'll figure out how...it will be fun

Ok...time to go now...for real. I'll update later since I will be so bored. And hey...you can even write me and talk to me since I'm such a cool guy and I hate it when my inbox is empty. WRITE ME!!! greenmoose@hotmail.com DO IT!