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'scuse me as I rant. :/ whywhywhy do we have {Don't bypass the word filter. -Valenti} that work at taco bell? gerghergh. we basically have this one cool dude guy that works there. he's basically, 1 - stupid 2 - ugly 3 - socially retarded 4 - annoying AND HE HITS ON ME LIKE MAD WHEN I WORK WITH HIM. That may have sounded really mean, but if you met him, you'd agree, wholeheartedly. he keeps like offering me rides home and stuff after work too. keep in mind this dude is like in his mid twenties. I'm like, "No,. I always have a ride, I NEVER WANT A RIDE WITH YOU." 'cept in a sorta nicer way...kind of... NO ONE LIKES HIM AT TBELL. I'm not even nice to him, I just happen to be the only single girl there. FIRE HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. also, he doesn't know how to work line. he usually just sweeps, or stands behind people and watches them work (usually me erghhhhhhhhhhhhh.) I wish my brother still worked with me. ;(
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UGH! I have had the WORST sinus pressure. it was so mad last night, I didn't fall asleep until sometime after 4 am. And it wasn't like a phase in/out of sleep thing, I never fell asleep until sometime after four. Then I woke up at 6am. took more meds, went back to bed, and took about a half hour to fall back asleep, and then woke up a half hour later, and I'm still awake. i'm quite miserable. my ears won't stop popping, it's driving me crazy!
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*Rant Warning with Brief Lapses into Sanity* Music is strange when you think of it. It can make you think of the downfall of humanity, portray a vivid image or even give you chills. My main hobby being Video Making, I am gifted almost cursed with being inspired. Not a day or a conversation goes by with out an idea or mental image being formed. Constantly I am building a story or portraying a visual montage with every thing I see. Perhaps this is what it's like to be an artist. I do consider Movie Making an art form, but for me it's more, it's a definition of myself, it's me. I'm drifting away from music, going into Movie Making. Perhaps because I'm listing to flowing Blink 182, but it has a purpose. Music inspires me. Life can be dry and dull with out music. Maybe it's just me but I hear imaginary music in my head, as if my life is pixelated and we are in a movie in everyday situations. People call it getting a song stuck in your head, I call it inspiration, my constant curse of visualization. I hope you enjoy worded conversion of my thoughts, but I should stick to music. I listen to music singularly. If I hear a pleasing song on the radio, I'll like it and buy it later. Music for me doesn't need words. Just like a movie, I feel a emotion can be conveyed better through a feeling rather than words. I like scores better than soundtracks. Kind of because some pointless songs get on soundtracks that don't relate to the movie at all. But the feeling of the film is all there in a score. Close your eyes and your there, captured in a two hour lapse to another world. For me it's impossible to describe music abstractly with out bringing in visualization, in my case a visual image captured on tape. Literally, I like music that has a good beat frankly. I only like heavier rock if it's clean enough, and if it sounds intense enough. I like lighter stuff if it's catchy. I'm not that specific, but I don't want to touch pure Rap or Country. It doesn't work for me and it just doesn't sound good. All this vague stuff in the rant before is true, it's how I feel, but I like music 'cuz it sounds cool too. Currently Visualizing: Blink 182 and Protest the Hero -FFBuu
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Another day of snow. This time from 1 inch of ice. Yummy. You know what? I don't get name changes. Part of me wants to change it to something awesome/witty, but another part of me doesn't want to give in the fads. Also I like FFBuu, I just have always been FFBuu. Last night I was in a deep blissful sleep, induced from high amounts of video editing and sledding, not to mention my seasonal Egg Nog coma. Except my cat decided my pillow would be a good place to sleep. Too bad my head was there. I swatted her off and she fell to the floor. Then I think she decided to fall asleep at my feet. Anway being a cat she got bored and jumped off, with out first landing on my arm, claws extended for grip. There are two giant gashes going horizontally across my forearm. Frankly I look like an emo kid, with the long hair and the cut marks Still working on the blog revamp. -FFBuu
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Dude... -FFBuu
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Wow, crazy dream I had. Note that the details are sketchy being that it is about 11:00 now, but, still. Apparently I was a explorer in a Chinese/Indian/Mayan tribal society. It was separated. Although the tribe was technologically advanced, most of the people were brutish stupid tribal people. And they were all missing limbs. So delving deeper into this strange society, I find a gigantic and strange room, like a giant working room. Lights flashing and a giant TV. Kind of like a giant rendition of the tooth-tunes commercial. Where decapitated workers, spurred on by strange addictive food stimulants, work long hours doing meaningless tasks, on something that appeared to be a belt sander. But they were (I think) sanding away their limbs some how. The scientists or higher civilians were explaining that the special carbohydrates give the civilians a ravenous, frantic energy, and it makes them want more. It gets really strange here, and really sketchy. The scientists, or the higher of the civilization were cutting off the libs of the lesser civilians. I think they were trying to perfect amputation, but they just seemed to be doing it frivolously. Maybe it was tradition, or maybe my memory sucks today. The image of a civilian that is only a torso with stubs for legs and arms that is still working is freaky. Probably talking about amputation and acquired characteristics in Science, and watching an episode of 'Going Tribal' caused this. Funny thing was, in Science I thought if a African Tribe traditionally sacrificed their right arm, along with their offspring's arm, if their bodies would get accustomed to the change and pass it on. Yeah, I know it wouldn't work. But the theory is correct: Dreams = Recycled Thoughts ---- In other news, I watched the Wonderpets today, so I could edit the footage and make a movie with it. And you might notice my new sign-off. Made it myself.
