EMMJAY

I finished everything up on Thursday morning and I mailed my portfolio out later that day to be couriered by Friday afternoon. There. Now I'll shut up about it and if I don't get in, I'll seriously puke. Now I'm cleaning up my house for my Japanese homestay girls that are coming this Friday. I'm fricken' PUMPED.

Kay, here is my portfolio and then you NEVER HAVE TO LOOK AT IT EVER AGAIN.



Eternal Sailor Moon Cosplay


Pants


Princess Sailor Moon Cosplay (Also Grad dress)


Ladie's Evening Wear (Pencil Crayon)


Swimwear (Watercolor)


Men's Casual Wear (Photoshop)


Children's Wear (Pencil Crayon)

So whatdaya think?

No, I don't talk about ANYTHING else if you haven't noticed.


Women's Formal Wear. All done except for coloring in the lips and eyes as well as cleaning up and trimming the background.


I'd like to consider the term "men's casual wear" relative. This is just the line art. I'm going to render it in Photoshop. I really don't like how this looks now because all the bits that I have meshed in are supposed to represent a lime mesh overlay on black, so in reality would be the lighter areas.

So, what do you think? :/

Well, I've accomplished something (but even so, I'm not finished and feel although I've accomplished butt-fuck nothing) These are part of the drawing portion of my portfolio submission. It's supposedly "women's evening wear". I have to draw the back view in but I left my Research Work Book at school so this is as far as I'll get right now.


This is the rough coup, just to give you an idea of the colors. Not quite fixed on the blending on the bottom of the outer dress layer... If you can't tell, its supposedly a mushroom cloud... She has chemical equation things all over the top too!


This is my good copy that I'm handing in. I have yet to add colors so this is all you get for now.

Edit:
I finished the back version too:

So I’ve figured out how to make my life the most manageable as far as the English homework versus Live Journal dilemma goes: hand in the unrefined, handwritten notes you took two weeks ago in class (and completely without the discussion notes which were supposedly taken throughout the literary seminars last week) and commit, oh, I don’t know, a good hour or so to the update I promised the lot of you yesterday. After all, I get more fulfillment on doing this sort of thing rather than providing commentary of a frivolous nature to some mediocre short story published in a high-school text book. I am brilliant- hear me fail.

Thursday :
I was hoping on put, put, putting over to the blessed kingdom in the sky of Bishop Carol High School while I was on my half day from school in order to plaster a smile across Bridget’s face but she was scheduled for a vet’s appointment instead (this is a most unacceptable circumstance for future reference) so by some series of events that I can’t recall correctly for the life of me (and therefore won’t even bother as much as I love hearing myself type), Jordan and I had an excursion to Westbrook Mall where we took in such quality shopping attractions as As Seen on TV, WAL★MART, the Source (Where I found a PS1 to USB converter (or was it the other way around?) for the everyday suspicious price of $16.99 but didn’t buy it in fear of blowing my dance platform’s overpriced converter box yet again) and finally EB Games where I hadn’t been in a while mainly on account of imports being superior to their domestic counterparts if only for the prestige of having something that nobody else does (Like how up until 6^th Style, the interface for the beatmania IIDX series is pretty much the same in every game and rivals the quality of even the internet’s only known beatmania simulator BM98. Bummer…) So once we arrived there via rusty, tetanus covered shopping cart we found twenty blocks away, Jordan battled many a conscious battles over what games or gaming accessories to spend his birthday certificates on and I made an array of snare comments at just over the allowacated ‘indoor voices’ level about how Final Fantasy isn’t a very good game at all should any Otaku folk come flinging their fat rolls through the doors, all as an elaborate attempt to shut down their impending fandom rants mindless pleas for psychological intervention. More importantly I boughtPhoenix Wright Ace Attorney: Justice For All. I’ve had my DS Lite since the pre-release and only now do I own a game I can call my own for it. Still havn’t gotten around to playing it mind you because Animal Crossing: Wild World continues to be all the crack I need as part of a balanced breakfast.

Then I returned to my dark fortress where I proceeded to do a sloppy ten minute paint job of my Spanish project which was to use at least ten adjectives and full sentences to describe your ideal prospective lover. I having not wanted to take this class in the first place and being of the mindset to reap gradual havoc on the Calgary Board of Education’s moral standards, decided to make a mockery of the assignment through making what is both an homage to Space Channel 5 and a one-point-perspective disaster… But quite the hunk no less.


Yeah, I look for that in a man. Right there. Taco in panties. Sour cream on face. May the ta-la-la touching commence. I just hope you know how serious this is seeing as if you knew the first thing about the language of Spanish you could see right through my pink penning and see that I use words such as ‘offensive’, ‘arrogant’ and list red hair as a turn on. AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA NO.

Friday :
Somebody alert the press, another half day for Emmjay! And once again I employ my almighty powers of manipulation to get Jordan to escort me to 17^th avenue so I could get another pair of Tripp pants with lots of fagatory straps to hold my keys on. Their selection was nothing too far out of the ordinary (well, in comparison to their stock the last half dozen or so times I’ve visited) but then I came across these bitchin’ threads and eatsed ‘em up on the spot (you see, my other ones cut themselves almost at my ankle which I simply will not have)


CLICK FOR BIG.

As usual I apologize for the fantastic quality of my still broken digital camcorder with bonus (and hardly reliable as it seems) camera feature. Get used to it.

So next after recovering various E-ROTIC songs on the street, out in public, Jordan heads home and I head out for a nice hour long walk up 17^th until I reach Phoenix comics to drop more large sums of money which I’m surprised I even have on more manga which I may not get down to reading ever really (just in case you’re a creep and want to know, this newly aquired manga just so happens to be Trigun 10, Trigun 11, Jazz 4, Passion 3 and Yellow 4. Obligatory nasel hemorrhaging here.)

And then of course came Summerstock which in all of it’s dramaturgical glory went pretty well (even better though because I don’t see Sid or Benson nearly enough as it is) but then along came mister fire alarm and threw us all into what I was more or less hoping to be a state of adrenaline induced chaos or possibly even anarchy. Somehow though, a sub-conclusion was drawn that maybe the alarm was pulled as an attempt for the group of bandits who have been robbing the school of all their fancy electronics to, well, do their thang. Too bad I didn’t have any rock-solid alibi as to where I was at the time seeing as I was alone when I heard the alarm and didn’t see anybody for two minutes following. Is this what I get for being antisocial? Oh and Benson can stick two thirds of my DS Lite down this throat. I thought that was pretty cool!

There was so much more to that bit of my story but nothing outside of just descriptions of where we got pulled around to in order to receive further interrogation into the whole whodunit. I’d describe in graphic detail but I’m not about to lost the attention of all the readers (should I have even bothered to pluralized that?) who have made it this far into tonight’s post. But just for the sake of it, I’m going to dole on about the rest of my night after Stock as if it were important to you anyway.

Benson’s dad offered me a ride home so I took it because I’m all for getting the most bang for my buck even when it’s a free deal so there’s no money required in the first place. This however ended up turning into going to Boston Piza where delicious pizza was consumed, napkin origami was made and I was left once again yearning for the simpler times of my life when I could drink the thick syrup they use in orange pop as a beverage on it’s own.

Saturday :
Mom had her birthday party and as usual left no alternative to Greek food to the unfortunate gathering of guests. Luckily spanakopitas were still Greek as of last night around 7:00 so I was pretty much set for life. I throw my arms so high in the air for such delightful spinach filled pastries. Yummy in my tummy, etc…

Sunday :
Yeah, what did end up happening today other than consuming about 500% of my daily recommended intake of sodium?

Despite having posted a mere two days ago, there’s still a fair amount of catching up needed to be done on my behalf in order to provide you with only the finest quality journal entries that you (the masses) have come to love over the past three or so years. Funny that I should mention that because the very reason which I hesitate to provide you with the Coles notes version of the happenings of my life (or in other words, lots of pictures depicting the glorious consumer products I’ve bought recently accompanied by some ten syllable synopsis of my excursion wherein I purchased said things) and even if I were to add such “frills” to the contents which I’m about to spew at you, the only comments I would get in return would be “OMG! I love your pants! I wish I were you!!” when you either clearly missed the point of EMMJAY: The Tragic Hero of our generation or that you’ve become accustomed to just clicking what ever pops out at you as an LJ-Cut.

Man, I need to stop it with all these introduction sections.

As it goes, I think that what I’ve been going through for the past couple of months could be construed as artist block and in turn has been getting me down. Although Art class showed a promising potential to be of use to me as an outlet for getting ideas out of my system, I somehow ended up playing by the rules for five months straight without really stepping into the zone of normality for what I consider to be above-par, portfolio worthy art. And aside from doodles of tentacles on numerous worksheets which have been thrown at me over the course of the year, I haven’t buckled down to produce any leisure or otherwise well representing art pieces. School and my already poor time management are undoubting factors to my failure to reach my ultimate goals of ultimate ultimateness but at the same time, it’s just occurred to me that right now, what I may be experiencing is a hazy phase in which I’m determined like mad to reach my career-orientated goals but have no new ideas. What a shame too because I have tightened up my technical skills to a more dazzling caliber but have nothing to really present using them. Anyway, I hope this isn’t me just getting too high headed and losing my touch with what I hope would make me famous in the first place. I hope this isn’t the end of my interest in a career in the fashion industry because it’s not like I really have anything to fall back on. I guess you could say I only have a knack for a small range of talents, all of which fall into the artistic range so I guess I only have one basket of eggs to crack in the first place.

Right about here I would be ramming a funnel into your ear and forcing more words and self concerns into your brain meats however I’m pretty much dozing in and out of sleep here so this post is going to get cut short for now. Like I said, you will hear everything that needs top be said eventually.

Just to make this worth my time for the now, no- I’m not going off and ODing on Vitamin C or trying to kill myself with ink poisoning if you so chose to draw these conclusions based on my previous entry. Self pity is like wallowing in a bed of your own defecation; it can only make you ill. And my having chosen to share a slice of my life events with you, served with just a touch of wine was by no means an attempt for sympathy or attention or what have you. To clarify, 95% of the time I’m using Live Journal for myself as a method of archiving my life because there is a certain satisfaction which comes along with knowing that you were on your computer at this time on this date avoiding doing anything profitable. The other 5% is all the times I just don’t want to answer “how are you doing?” honestly twelve times an hour in MSN conversations (Who am I trying to kid?! I hardly ever talk to three people in a whole day on that dang-blasted service) Case in point: archival purposes. Coments are just shameless ego boosts.

Kay, you know what? No more talksie for tonight. My 3301 characters have been spent. Try again tomorrow.

There is nothing to post at the moment as although fantastic, my life continues to remain on the uneventful side. Of course I mean this in the predictable way, not so much in the so much time, so little to do way (it's really anything but that) I’m also quite anxious over several other impending (and slightly corny) "new beginnings" if you will such as the next Summerstock rehearsal, getting all the items I ordered from eBay last week in the mail as well as those boots from Barbie’s shop, going fabric shopping for my cosplay outfit, starting to direct the scene which Sid, I and possibly others will be performing while in said cosplay, super exciting math final from the planet of Mars, a whole new semester and of course, well- erm, maybe it’s best that I don’t wave my arms in the air foolishly about this next one just yet...

In the meantime I've been browsing over the finest 'non-fiction' which the internet has to offer; astrology. Now before you assemble an opinion of me sounding like a complete and utter space cadet (HA! That is so punny! I make Joke! Emmjay make joke!), think of it this way: what I'm doing is more or less informing myself on something which in all probably isn't even true (but when it works out in my favor, it totally is) so that I won't have to take responsibility of my own behavioral flaws and instead blame the cosmos or what ever! Oh and did I mention that I can also wish pox upon the destined-to-be-weak organs of all those who intervene with my lavish plans for astrological domination by employing my new found skill swiped straight from the internet? It's true. Notice how you're reading this here entry right now? Well that’s all because I’ve twisted your fate entirely. Spooky, huh?

Or perhaps it was this image which occupies 640 x 800 pixels of your friend’s page which could otherwise be filled by a meme or highly introspective personality quiz result? But no! Instead 'tis that picture that I was working on last week for art class. The proportions are a little wonky (seeing as it was based from a pen sketch that I did last summer) and the ever so reliable Photoshop Elements 2.0 (for educational use only) was not responding to tablet pressure but I’m happy. Mainly because the lighting is consistent at most (which I’m usually detoured away from on account of how overwhelming the canvas size seems) Less talkie, more pixtuar:



Holy-moly! An entry that wasn’t really about my day at all. On second thought, I think I’m going to contradict that last sentence and say that as of today I now know what the words flirt, flirting, flirtation and flirted mean! Until now I had no idea what the meaning of this word was and felt left out of what I can only imagine were highly intriguing conversations in which I never brought to attention my misunderstanding of the word in fear that I would have been socially exiled. I also found out that it can be a good word to create elaborate metaphors with! For example, "Pikachu flirted with his Pokéball". This sentence would not mean that Pikachu is trying to win the affection of the Pokéball through amorous behavior of a playful or frivolous kind but rather that he playfully taunts it or something like that. Wow, I guess you really do learn something new every day!

NOTE TO BENSON: I made’d you get a Live Journal! Feed it with posts because it looks sadder than that one really sad emoticon when it's empty.

Good morning everybody!

Some time long long ago in the month of April which has far since surpassed us, I started working on an Ulala dress up game. Having just got a tablet pen months before and considering myself a newbie at Flash programming (despite using the program avidly for three years), the project was doomed to fail (that and the line art just looked… Creepy) However, recently I took up the project again and I have some screen shots to show you all!


This is the most recent picture I have so far. This was my first time making a custom palette for any project but I’m really happy with how it turned out. Things look a bit cluttered right now but I’m organizing everything into subsets using the hearts at the bottom of the screen (anybody remotely familiar with KiSS should know exactly what I mean)

( Five more images and more boring narrative )

And that’s what I have so far! I’m anticipating having the game done sometime in December should stupid high school exams not interfere with this highly important matter. Until then I still need to finish some of the outfits I’ve started, start some entirely new ones, play around with the layers, finish the background and interfacing as well as add a few songs. I’m contemplating adding a feature that allows you to change eye, makeup and skin color… Would this be a waste of time do you think? I also haven’t decided if I want to make the title text in Japanese because I have the Space Channel 5 kana font but I don’t have the font they use for the domestic release (But if I could get my hot little paws on such a thing…)

I hope you all get the chance to play when I finish this thing (I will continue to keep you updated!) but until then check out my other dress up games from more than two years ago.

Any thoughts, questions, constructive feedback, etc..?

Posted to: spookymj, themjnewgrounds, spacechannel5

Am I ready for this long weekend or what?

This last week has basically been a blue print for what my academic life is turning into to.

Monday: I didn’t show up at school, rather I stayed home to work on my research workbook for art. I had finished two of the twelve pages that were in need of completion for today. I could have probably done a bit more had I not devoted the first half of my day to downloading all the Beatmania albums missing from my collection.

Tuesday: I went to school but got even less work finished than I had done in the previous day. Here’s where I start freaking out over my research workbook being due since last term I had scored 16% higher on studio work than the other Art IBs but had an overall mark that was about 10% lower because I crashed and burned so badly on the workbook (or rather, didn’t really bother with it at all). So I franticly scamper about to produce something to remotely resemble a quality keepsake to which I have devoted well planed portions of my life to as well as something which a lot of thought was clearly applied to.

Today: After having stayed up till 8:00 A.M. working on the last six or so pages, I finally get two hours of sleep and miss Social and Bio (Both of which are completely useless subjects to me and are clearly more hassle than they’re worth) I could have pushed another hour of snooze in there but Chris so captivatingly persuaded me to come for tutorial anyway. This afternoon I had a math exam too. Woo-wii! We all know how well I work with quadratics and polynomials and basic addition on a regular basis let alone on two hours of sleep. While I was writing, I noticed that it started to snow and as time went by and I was already into my blue card time (because I don’t actually have a learning disability, I’m just really stupid) I noticed that something of a storm was accumulating. I also noticed that I was wearing shorts today because I’m notorious for making good decisions.

And that’s just how things go. Actually, I forget entirely the point that I was initially trying to get to with this medley of events but it all boils down to I am lazy, poorly-motivated and am failing school.

But on the bright side, our art teacher is holding some kind of career in the arts day next Tuesday for the grade 12 IBs but because of how numbers were going and how she had a few slots to fill, she picked three more people from my art class to attend- one of which was definitely me. This had something to do with my interest in a career in art, exquisite abilities and that our teacher is really big on picking favorites and for once I’m on the receiving end of the deal. That and my latest sculpture for art is on display for what I believe is another art open-house. The best part is that art is what’s getting swept under the carpet of academic subjects the most. I’m not even trying- just coasting on charm.

Nevertheless, I don’t care how behind I am in school or how many assignments have popped up without me knowing of or me caring to attend to. This weekend I’m relaxing the fuck out of my life. I have no idea what happened to the second annual trip to Edmonton but the whole story around that one is a disaster. In short, over the course of two months my mom is borrowing money form me (and in other cases I have caught her just taking my money) which I was saving up to go to Edmonton with. She promises that she will pay it all back to me a week before the trip but its two days until Friday and how much money do I have? What ever was on my last paycheck in the bank and I’m not getting any more. All of a sudden I’m the one bearing the burden of being nice enough to lend money to someone who truly doesn’t deserve it at all. My mother owes me over $1200 and throws a fit every time I inquire about it. And what’s West Edmonton Mall with $200? That buys me ITG, the replacement panels for my DDR pad that I’m selling and a new control box for it – IF THAT EVEN. So yeah, I pretty much hate getting fucked over like this. And then she has the nerve to make other elaborate purchases with the money (Such as twenty lotto tickets because she honestly thinks she’s going to ‘win it back’ in a day)

So we might go and we might not. In any case, I’m going to go party hard with Alex and maybe try to go to the Leather Pocket (if that’s even happening any more) Also, for the past week or so I’ve had this idea of bringing back the good old days by going to Southland Leisure center for swimming some night because I have a place in my heart especially reserved for lifeguard kink and I have a mighty need to subject everyone to. If you’re interested at all in getting something together just poke at me and mention it. I probably want you to come anyway (unless you really are one of those people who I just ‘put up with’)

EDIT: Oh and I left an iron on high unattended for over 24 hours.

Because of my present irritation with the amount of work that’s being piled onto me, I decided to crawl back under the rock I’ve hid under for many years now that is drawing in class because that way, it feels as though I’m good at something. Is it just me or are we really getting some unreasonable quantity of work and overlapping due dates? Am I the only one who’s one more major assignment away from going over the top? I find it hard to even pull off one assignment a night let alone one in every one of my subjects this semester. If I didn’t know better, I’d think that I have some kind of mental dysfunction which disallows me to process any more information. Or maybe I have reached my limit. Maybe this is as good as it gets.

School holds no value to me. I know what I want to do with my life and school is just a nuisance to me in the meanwhile. Why haven’t I quit?



Anyway, behold the product of my contempt. I’d CG it all pretty and submit it as part of my research work book except for the- er, ‘tit-tape’.

For the first time in what seems to be forever, I’ve finally been able to take a break from all this life crap. First of all, this morning I wrote the final test for the most despicable art course from the bowels of boredom. The test was little more than a refresher of why I hated trudging through the course in the first place. All you really needed to know about art within the parameters of the course are really the five elements of art. Even so, being able to identify these won’t make you a better artist but this is still the only thing of moderate value one could squeeze out of the whole experience (well, and repetitive practice I suppose) Getting to the point, they didn’t even ask that. Instead, they asked obscure questions that you could only answer had you read all the art foreplay manuals before having done the actual work (can you tell I didn’t bother?) Is it not more valuable to be able to execute a contour drawing rather than identify one? Do I really need to know what a certain group of artists call themselves as opposed to bettering myself as an artist? You could have a teaspoon full of artistic skill and still be able to pass by with a 90% on the test had you the ability to memorize piles and piles of useless art jargon. But luckily that’s all over and since I actually got Art I.B. 20 in my timetable, I can surround myself with inferior individuals for the ego boost this year. Score.

Later Alex and I set off for another excursion to China Town. I’m going to miss her a lot seeing that she goes to Central and all, and that Wise Wood is all sorts of suck in the first place. But today was all the things about China Town that are good and holy rolled into one- salad rolls, Dragon Mall Z chants and of course a few spontaneous purchases which by now I should be notorious for. I got my super loyal Franz Tornado fanboy legwarmers with a furry cow print across them and some brightly colored pony beads in the shape of stars. This kind of excitement keeps me quiet. We decided to go to Chinook shortly after to fuel my mass spree of Kids in the Hall DVD consummation (I’m at something like one box-set a week!) but first we went into the Gallery so I could see what all Stephanie’s hype was about. At long last I can now say that I have experienced I.T.G. I can’t say that I like it but I can’t say that I hate it either. From the whole five minutes I played, it seemed to be no more than a white-washed spin-off of DDR with more Happy Hardcore and those bootleg Extreme arrows we all love to hate. Yeah, I’ll stick to Para Para Paradise, thank-you. Anyway, after a few more people coughed while saying “Fag” to me because of my socks (yes), I bought the third season K.I.T.H. Happy MJ.

Happier MJ was the one that got home to a parcel from Hong Kong which contained the DDR EXTREME that the seller never contacted me about. As of August 29^th, 4:06 P.M., my Playstation 2 has remained in Vancouver customs. This is unacceptable! All I am to do now is gander at my wondrous import’s (for lack of better word) “ghetto” playing manual, printed in full raging color- white and green!

I also found out sometime recently that I had a UV light sitting around the basement. You wouldn’t believe how much time I’ve wasted with this thing since my discovery.

Hot shit, golly gosh, where to even begin? So much life and so little of it documented on Live Journal for the masses! Have you even missed me? Or realized that I hadn’t posted for a good nine days? I scorn at you all! What would have come of this had I committed e-suicide, hurm? While you wallow in endless guilt, behold another all-in-one post which penetrateith not the intimate (or even accurate for that matter) details of: MY LIFE.

Now where was I a week ago? Usually I would turn to my faithful Live Journal but obviously this opportunity won’t be presenting it’s self to me this time.

The day before the day before the day before the day before the day before the day before the day before the day before the day before the day before the day before yesterday:

I was just coming off the anti-climatic high of my family birthday where the highlight was me cracking into one of the many lustrous Shonen Jumps (in shiny original packaging) which had until that point been sitting on my shelf, in order to uncover the demo version of One Piece: Grand Battle for my second cousins to enjoy. Apparently my broad spectrum of PlayStation games (in other words, six Dance Dance Revolution discs, Beatmania and Space Channel 5: Special Edition) don’t cut it for replay value among the 9-10 year old button masher crowed.

But this news was but stale mung in the day in question. My mother and house guests embarked on a magical adventure to Banff-land without me. I’m not going to bore you with self-indulgent sympathy pleas for once because for the first time in my life my ability to make a decision wasn’t completely discredited on the spot. To be blunt, I have better things to do than Banff, mainly write FAQs, make flash games and get all internet famous on you but I guess the condition was that I buckled down to do some smelly Art I.B. shit (Booo.) at my aunt’s house (very tolerable). It was there that I was awarded a birthday present which was five years overdue- a trip to Reid’s Stationary, where I decided on a space age silver bag thing. Finished three and a half Art projects. That’s enough of that.

The day before the day before the day before the day before the day before the day before the day before the day before the day before yesterday:

We dropped my Grandmother and Aunt off at the airport in order to make their way back to some small Ontario town where they will forever forget me and send me $50 checks in the mail and that will be that. To my dismay, they didn’t give me any spectacular parting gift as I was hoping. Just some green watch thing that inspires no mental stimulation (except for that of me wondering if I can refund it to some kind of shitty jewelry wholesaler and for how much. I would have preferred the check thank you). This was especially frustrating on a count of me very openly begging my mom to let me go to the Virgin bookstore to get the Kids in the Hall DVDs for a very reasonable price. Alas, I ended up with the DVDs but at the expense of my own budget. I will forever recognize my dad’s side of the family as ‘Those who failed to buy me my K.I.T.H. fix’. But I guess that’s all I deserved, what with being the only member of the family with any old chance in hell to pursue post secondary education.

It was also on this day that I spent a good two hours on the phone with Michael discussing the whole issue surrounding him in no detail what so ever because of the lingering fear that my mom would eavesdrop. Add this to my uneasy nature on telephones and you have the perfect series of “uh-huh”s, “oh, haha yeah”s and “sure”s. So I guess we’re impartial again (conveniently after I’d made an ass of myself).

The day before the day before the day before the day before the day before the day before the day before the day before yesterday:

Bridget, Michael and I had an excursion.

…What?

The day before the day before the day before the day before the day before yesterday:

Vacation to Kewlona! Or rather my cousin’s attempt to not shell out a cent for traveling out to Calgary, which would have made so much more sense because ten Calgarians taking ten hour road trips equates to sheer brilliance regardless of occasion. Anyway, I was something of well prepared. Well, in the same way that I usually am, bringing seventeen manga, five of which were Peach Girl: Change of Heart and then realizing that the other twelve books would not bring me even half the joy of even two more of the adventures of Momo in Justifiable-Teen-Angst land.

Before heading out, I had scouted out all the DDR locations for along the way and ended up having found only the one in Vernon which I highly recommend. I guess they had just switched form MAX2 to EXTREME and it’s the first time in a long time that “EXTREME” hadn’t meant “Extra Mix” or “8^th Mix Plus”. Is it strange that the shoddy graphics, missing song modes and a play mode which in a short time effectively overheats and destroys the motor aside, my biggest irk about the bootlegs is the lack of the super authentic DDR EXTREME green tile background? The #0558FF blue is nice and all but not in DDR. Nine out of six times, my brain will end up exploding all over the screen anyway when I discover the lack of Last Message Challenge, so I should have nothing to worry about anyway.

Back to the fine line between a family holiday and spending $1000 (we don’t have) a night in some lakeside resort. $1000 a night; let’s see, that should be enough for me to steal all the hotel freebies every day (hand soap shaped like an apple, Q-Tips, Pekoe tea bags, glasses, towels, bathrobes, hair dryers, light dimmers, etc…) and to be obnoxious enough to have turned on every (and God do I mean EVERY) electrical appliance at once. If you ever have the opportunity to do this, for Christ Sake do it. Hallucinagetic effects assured.

Wedding aside, for the rest of our four day vacation, I wollowed about our room microwaving anything I could find while waiting for the Colbert Report. The private beach at the resort was hardly something to look forward to unless you’re into walking out four feet until seaweed engolfs your feetlings and any small child that dwells a foot below your kneecaps.

The weeding it’s self was needless to say, a weeding. The third one I have attended in my life and a corny celebration of lust indeed. But I guess the right thing to do is pay glee to my cousin and her new were. The new were that my mother so foolishly assumes “has the hots” for “me”.

Without having made a single purchace, we returned to Calgary in what was the longest and most dreadful car ride ever. The thing which inspired me most to jump out the window to start my life over with the vast aray of wildlife sourouding the panaramic view of the Okanagan Valley, was my mother’s (disgusting) route to stop in every small town to purchace some kind of fattning food which she would then mix with another fattning food from the next town and so on and so on until she had this monsterous mixture of milk fat, trans fat, carbonated fat, grease fat and water… fat.

Ew.

Lucklily I was able to catch another few rounds of DDR before heading home. This experience was far better than the last where my pants were falling down as I struggled to do reasonably well on even the easiest songs such as MAX300 or Fantacy (which is still, hands down one of the best DDR songs I ever did see). Funny though that since my first trip, the cost had gone from 25¢ to 50¢ but a third stage had been added.

Yesterday:
Because I noticed the night before, sometime around 1:00 A.M. or so the night before that I had to work the next day, any asperations of yesterday were pretty well shot. Well, other than eBay but I’l get to that later.

I’m not sure if it’s because of my later end times, lack of a till, store renovations or what but my days of work have some how began to feel much longer. Of course it would help if I had a clock (a reasonable solution to put an end to my corprate woe) but maybe it’s all part of Safeway’s scheme to drive me fucking crazy, all alone without a list of things to do even though I know damn well that there are things far beyond my power which need to be done. So then what do I do? Dust. Clean. Organize the stuffed frogs and horses and dogs that nobody buys because they’re probaly filled with asbestus and spider eggs.

It was a relief to see my grandparent’s poodle when my mom picked me up though. I can say with great confidence that this may be the only dog which I an not spiteful nor indifrent towards. I actualy love this dog. We’re taking care of him for the next little while. My cat and him fight a lot. It’s something that I find just as amusing now as I would have if I were three.

Then I had a two hour long eBay consoling session with my Aunt and her unattractively slow G3 Power Mac running on roughly 56K. She attempted to pursuade me to look elsewhere for such quality products but in the end, I ended up going with two of the origional eBay auctions I had in mind anyway. Oh and if you ever get thet chance to guide a 56-year-old woman through the PayPal registration process, DON’T. But now I have a shiny white PS2 and the Japanese release of DDR EXTREME to my name as well as enough money to spare on three more K.I.T.H. DVDs. Life is good.

Tomorrow:

Mrs. Patterson is coming over. Life is bad.

EDIT: Why do toasted cheesey pita chips taste so good?
RE-EDIT: I guess I forgot to take my dexadrine today.