Trent, from Daria.

Come'on! Look at him!

Gremlin. Definitely a gremlin from the movies with Phoebe Cates.

I've been listening to a lot of She & Him lately, and by "a lot" and "lately" I mean that I stumbled on their stuff last night at 2 in the morning. I bought their album today at work and haven't stopped listening to it yet.

I've been doing a lot of writing. I write in my moleskine journal, mostly everyday. I also write in my Tumblr constantly. I try to remember to write in this journal as well, but after writing in the other two, there's not much more I can say without overlapping myself.

Tomorrow I shall bear pictures of work. There is really not much I do there, besides hang out. My boss says I have a mutant power to distract people with conversation. I use this slyly, as whenever I'm about to be told what to do, I engage my manager in some conversation that will lead to prolonged periods of friendly arguing. Last time we got in to a discussion on whether or not Gandalf from LotR was gay. Woah, that one took a while.
So, essentially I get paid to hang out, and it's my responsibility to entertain myself as long as I don't ignore customers and am not rude to anyone. I love my job.

:)

I'm not dead. I've just carried my belongings elsewhere.
http://horrorbot.tumblr.com

I cook food all the time. Usually it's dinner. A very unhealthy, fatty dinner consisting of some sort of meat product.
I am adamantly against veganism and am actively doing my part to try to make up for the amounts of animals NOT being eaten.

Not much happening with me.
I've just been posting musings on tumblr.
School sucks. I hate homework. I won't be doing any. I hate having to do deadlines.
Sewing class sucks. My life sucks. But I say this in the most optimistic tone possible.
Summer is almost here.

Last tuesday I went to the college newspaper's office and asked about being hired as a writer. It went really well, and I wasn't as nervous as I normally am in social interactions... but since then nothing. I was told they would email me within a few hours after leaving, and I waited, and waited....

I waited a week.
I just emailed the editor of the column I want to write under, asking for further information.

For some reason, I take this as a sign
A sign that my 600-800 word articles on pop culture happenings won't be well received.
I'm always afraid of that.

I mean, for my first "article" I was going to write about how the first Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie depicted a group of teenagers that were two skips and a step away from a serious drug addiction. Somehow I don't think the things that interest me, interest other people. :(

My friend's little brother just came over to drop off a poster he got autographed for me during the anime convention this weekend. He also dropped off a stack of DVDs I lent him; so in turn, I gave him another HUGE stack.

From what I remember, I gave him:
* Invader Zim, complete series
* Undeclared, complete series
* Clerks and Clerks II, including 'The Snowball Effect: Making of Clerks' documentary disc
* True Romance
* Tokyo Zombie
* Dirty Dancing (his request, lol)

yeah, so a huge stack of DVDs. I hate carrying dvd cases in my luggage, I travel back and forth between islands a lot and I need to reduce bulk as much as I can. Whenever I go anywhere I take too many dvds with me, I hardly watch them too.

hehehehe

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Well, I just sat up from bed. Sunday laziness is a staple to any college student. I'm not really doing anything for Easter this year, seeing as I didn't do anything for Easter the last few years, I'm not really in to this holiday. I would love the candy- if I wasn't mildly allergic to chocolate I would be all up on that. I don't feel like nursing a sore throat today, so I'm staying away from all the sweets.

Tonight theres some stuff going on. My friends are having a joint birthday celebration at D&Bs, which means they'll be getting drunk and I, again, will be hanging out. Maybe I should bring a book?

I'm supposed to be cleaning.
I'm also supposed to be doing laundry.

Easter sucks this year.

I went to an advising session today, I explained to the advisor that I originally started college not wanting a degree, instead I just took classes I found interesting. Since deciding I'm an idiot for doing this and realizing that having a degree would be a great accomplishment, I went to the advising session ready to hear the worse. I believe it will take at least 3 more years to complete my college goals.

So far I know this much: I will double major in Film Production and English, and maybe try to get a minor in Fashion. The minor in fashion happened unexpectedly- I'm taking 2 fashion courses this semester and I already took one a year ago; all I need is 2 more fashion courses and I'll have a minor. That's pretty neat.

So if I do finish college, I will have a double major in film and english with a minor in fashion. That's pretty gnarly. I believe that fits in with what I want to do post-college. The movies that have stuck with me through the years have been very costume based. Films like, Hackers, Clueless, etc. They resonate. Even Sci-Fi films like Star Wars, and fantasy films like LotR, are pretty memorable because of their costume design. oh oh oh, Fifth Element was great also. The guy that designed those costumes was the same dude that did the cone-bra dress infamous in the 80's worn by Madonna.

It was also exciting to hear that I need more writing intensive courses- I love those!

Ups and downs.
I woke up, made my alarm go off no less than 8 times. I hit the snooze button each time that Twisted Nerve alarm played on my phone. My neighbors must be so pissed (serves them right, motherfuckers).
I went to my first class and my eyelids kept going down on me. I swear, that class is hella boring. I made a mental note before class that I would not make ANY comments, so as not to embarrass myself, AGAIN. So, of course, not having anything to excite myself about (no talk of movies will make this happen), I spazzed out. At one point the professor looked at me for a split second (it seemed like ages), and I went, "OMG! She knows!" in my mind. I hate that with professors, some of them are really intuitive. Its like they can read your mind. Anyway, she looked at me for a really long time (again, it was really just a second) and I freaked out because it seemed like she saw in to my soul and realized I was not paying any attention to her.

After faking interest in her lecture, I went to my next class.
On the way there, a professor holding a ton of books comes up to me to say 'Hi!' Its my screenwriting professor from last year, asking me if she could show the short film I made to her new screenwriting class. I told her it was okay. But immediately regretted it, as the film is embarrassing when taken out of context. It's a 5 minute "mockumentary" using cartoon cut-outs of zombies and a condiment bottle of fake blood. It took a weekend to make, and is hilarious (for my friends and I, but not so much for people who don't "get it"). haha
After chatting with her for a little bit, the conversation started getting quieter and started to resemble the awkward conversation exhibited in CollegeHumor's Awkward Rap. Yeah, it was pretty damned awkward.

I haven't done the reading. Its fucking boring. We were separated in to 3 person groups, and luck would have it, our topic was "Deception and Shame" in the short story Brokeback Mountain. FUCK. I don't know what the hell I'm talking about. So I kept quiet and regurgitated bits and pieces I remembered from reading the Brokeback Mountain Wikipedia page and hoped to god I didn't just reiterate the movie storyline.

Upon leaving, we got back our Analytical Essay. FUCKING SHIT. I got a C. On closer inspection, using the skills I picked up after years of Harriet the Spy watching, I turned over the page to see the real score I got on the essay, before the instructor covered it up with white-out to take in consideration the class grading curve. I initially got a D on my essay!!! What the fuck!?

I left in a huff, hating life.

The instructor is nearly 10 minutes late for class, in this time I check my email on my computer. I got a multiple recipient email from the professor in charge of the Lost internship I applied for. I count 12 applicant's emails in the letter. There is an interview session May 7. I don't do well on interviews (i.e. The Great R.A. Interview/Epic Fail of 2009). Unless I have a reference that actually knows the decider of said position, I don't fair well (I'm like 1 in 10 at this point- only getting one job per ten interviews when I don't have an 'inside' guy). I have mixed feelings about this email. I traveled a really long way and endured all kinds of crap just for this internship. For serious, I read an article in the local newspaper about the film program here having so much clout in the local film industry that they had the choice internships. This article was the reason I came here. I worked really hard to one day get that internship.... and now it seems like it's not going to work out. This may be my last chance, it's THE LAST SEASON!

I felt excited and sad.

Fashion Marketing. Oh, yesterday, I found out the fashion classes I've been taking doesn't apply to my major and theres really no reason for me to take them (other than "for fun", this is bullshit!). The professor went for a clear hour talking to us about what "haute couture" was. This was nice, but it had nothing to do with anything in our final (so already I was against listening to it, as I don't want to get confused over things I SHOULD know). After class everyone that wasn't there on Thursday (this included me) had to stay back and hear more of a lecture about grades, what's expected of us, and what our mid-term grades meant. The professor told us that this class was "the weirdest class" she EVER taught. Based on the grades, there was one really high score (a perfect 200 points!), a couple 'in the middle' scores' (probably around 150 points), and the rest really low, (100 points and less). Guess where I am!? The lowest. Balls.
But it's a good thing she's curving the grade, making the person scoring 200 pts have no real matter in our grades. She thought it must've been a weird job on her part, to make us not understand the course material that much. I just didn't study. Though, she seemed like she had a really nice sense of humor about everything.

After that class I walked on over to the film school offices to drop off my declaration of major form. If I fast track this, I will be able to get a better chance at that internship. I walk all the way there and the receptionist has already left for the day. If I hadn't of stayed after Fashion Marketing, I would've caught her. Life sucks.

I walk back to Campus Center and walk slowly to the college newspaper office. I've been meaning to apply to become a writer on their staff, mainly in the Opinions column. They were really friendly. I may even be older than most of the staff on there. I was told the opinions editor would email me soon to get me started on being more familiar with things. This made me happy. I write a lot, on this journal, my tumblr, my moleskine.. so I kinda figured it was time to get down to business and actually get paid to write my thoughts on things. Maybe I'll be able to afford decent food this month.

After speaking to one of the staff, I got up and walked to the actual campus center to kill time. The night shuttle starts in an hour and I'd have a ride to the japanese grocery store. I need comfort food. Sushi is the only thing that holds that down. So, here I am. I just wrote everything that happened to me today, up till right now.
I'm sitting at campus center, my computer on my lap, my comp battery plugged in to the wall, writing this (very long) entry on how much today sucked the emotion out of me. I'm listening to 'It's Blitz!' by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs and am pretty much being a recluse.

I let my roommate use my ID to do some bar-hopping this weekend and it was confiscated by a bouncer. We tried to get it back under HIS orders but no luck.
To make matters worse, there was my housing lottery number on the back of my ID. I called first thing in the morning to see if it was okay. I was assured it was, I just need to bring another form of ID with me tonight during the lottery. Luck be have it, I don't have another form, so I had to spend more money today to BUY a replacement school ID. Balls.

AND!
I had an advising session that I was completely unprepared for.
I'm pretty much screwed. I will need to take summer classes or at least 5 classes each semester for the next two years, just to have some chance in hell to graduate on time. Considering how I'm going, I'm screwed. It may take me 5 years to graduate, but guess thats happens. It just sucks. I didn't plan on this.

I didn't go to 2 of my classes today.
Instead I came back to my apartment and attempted to make myself laugh using omegle.com

My first attempt:


My second was more fruitful, I actually got the stranger to play along!

The neighbors were partying till 4AM last night. I had little sleep.

Although, the CollegeHumor peeps managed to make me laugh really hard when I got up.
I kinda figured it was an April Fool's joke, but they (the writers) all blogged about their boss finally getting a Twitter account. The twitter was extremely hilarious, even posting his telephone number and a picture of his wee-wee! LMAO
It was a joke, all by the staff of CollegeHumor, meant for Ricky Van Veen as he was on a flight (giving them only 3 hours to get this shit done).

Totally hilarious.
They've since taken it down though. I should've screen-capped it when I had the chance!

I'm blogging.

I came in through the door of my apartment and was told swiftly that, not one, but 3 keggers took place in my apartment the week I've been gone. I was also told of the way they set up a pingpong table in the living room. My room was ransacked (but I did that before I left), so thank god, no one wanted to party it up up there. My roommate also told me she had to climb on my bed to break in to the neighbor's to steal pingpong balls.

I skipped class today and tomorrow I have mid-terms.
The 45-minute flight sucked out the life of me. Too many crying babies, and parents who don't know how to control their children.

Heres hoping for a better tomorrow!

PS. I stole my mom's camera. Yay! Actual pictures that don't involve PhotoBooth!

So sorry for the lack of updates. I swear I'll get back in to it when I get back to school.
Right now, I'm lounging around at home, re-connecting with friends and basically, hanging out.

Also, I wanted to add.
My tumblr has more updates than this thing, http://rcroberts.tumblr.com

ALSO, I'm in love with the newest Yeah Yeah Yeah's video for 'Zero'.
I expect my time in New York to be exactly like how it's portrayed in that music vid.
I am well aware I'm setting myself up for disappointment, but I DON'T CARE.

:)
PS. Patrick Cassels is still awesome.

Okay bye.

Watch the new BleepBloop podcast. It's good, I swear.

Alright....

bye.

Although there are places to go, I still haven't left my house yet.
I just got the urge to go through my vinyl collection and listen to a few select tracks. Right now I'm listening to some Hendrix. God, it sounds so great on vinyl. I'm not much of a Hendrix fan, but it does sound amazing.

I can't believe how many Ventures albums I have.

These are all LPs customers brought in to the music store I was working at for a time. They didn't want them anymore, and although we didn't sell records at the time, they wanted us to have them. No money, whatsoever. To them, it was either give it to the independent music store or throw them in the trash.
Before my manager got wise, my co-workers and I would raid the boxes for goodies. This was before the boss would put them in the back for storage. Nowadays anyone that wants one of these records has to buy them through to store, even if they got them for free. It's actually quite sad really.

I don't have a lot yet, just a few. Not enough to re-organize them autobiographically, but enough for me to love all them for being awesome.

Through the years my mode for listening to these gems have changed. When my manager found out I had a thing for collecting 45's, he gave me his old turntable. Before then I was just collecting them, with no real mode to play them. His turntable was great, although it didn't come with a preamp. I managed to jimmy-rig my little cousin's old American Idol Karaoke Machine and get a little volume off it though.
One day my dad went to the rubbage dump and saw his friend there dumping this box with a picture of a casette deck on it. The box looked brand new, so my dad asked his friend if he could have it. The dude was overjoyed and handed it over. Apparenty no one at his house ever took it out of the box, even though the damn stere was from the early 80's! Now I use that. But it still has it's problems. Belt drive issues. Now I've jimmy-rigged that, with the turntable my manager gave me to listen to records.

The casette deck (which has a record player on top of it), is great. I've used it to make mix tapes the old fashioned way, vinyl-to-casette. At one point of my life I made mixtapes to correspond with a certain part of my life, whether it was a soundtrack for a span of days or years. I was inspired by reading an article about Cameron Crowe, and how he used to do it. This was about the time Almost Famous came out. I was amazed that he still had all those tapes, neatly labeled to correspond to eras, to which he said he could listen to these tapes and know exactly what was going on with his life at that time. That's beautiful.

I'm at home on the Big Island right now.

Tomorrow I have plans. To do stuff.
I'm not sure what. But I gotta do things, because this place is FUCKING boring.

It's only 9PM and I'm contemplating fall asleep out of boredom.

Yesterday I put in my application to be a tutor for the summer program I was once a part of through out my time in high school. I can't believe the tutors that were there back when I was going were the same age I am now. If I get the job, I'd be filled with such feelings of things coming full circle.

Taking the taxi to the airport the nice asian driver asked, "What are you majoring?" I replied with a friendly tone, "Oh, I'm double-majoring in Film and English." He paused for a moment then said, "Wow, that sounds impressive," and he really did seem surprised. I don't know, it felt nice to here that from someone, even if it was from a random taxi driver. Three more years and maybe I'll finally get that degree.

The terminal wasn't as packed as it normally is, and I made the mistake of arriving at the suggested time (instead of arriving at the gate just in time, like usual). Thirty minutes before boarding, and the gate was deserted. Everyone in Hawaii arrives promptly at the time thats listed, not earlier or later. Working retail and having to sell concert tickets, this was hell to me.

Got home, excited to be back. I told my Dad that he needed to make sure I go out and do stuff the whole time I'm back, instead of just lying around being lazy. There's beaches to go to and people to see.

Oh Oh Oh, and I get to pick up a special copy of Mad Men I special ordered. My friend made fun of me till no end when she heard me calling long-distance to a video store where I was traveling to, just so my copy would be there when I flew back home. She thought that this was excessive, and seemed "criminal" by the way I was making arrangements, like smuggling goods or arranging a meet up to whack someone (in code, cause you can't really say that stuff over the phone).

I'll try to take pictures while I'm here... and tan.