JEFF!

JEFF! I was on KGW.com looking at weather 'cause I'm a fucking nerd and shit when I happened upon this with the caption, "Our cat, Simba, exploring the snow for the first time."

Confirm or deny. This is very important. I'll be expecting a response within the next 24 hours.

You'll take advantage until you think you're being used, 'cause without an enemy your anger gets confused.

Ahahahahahahahaha <----- that's me laughing at the shit that I have to put up with in Media Comm.  So, we're making the patterns movie.  And since, you know, since all you boys made every movie about zombies, (Ryan Hoppel agrees with me too) I wasn't going to mess wit dat shit.  Well, at least that's what I thought.  I just wanted to make an old horror movie, but I guess it was going to lead to zombies all along.  So, I was getting super excited about filming cause it was sounding like it was going to be really cool.  Aaaaaand then, then, while doing our scheduling, in class, they come up with a time when they can get stoned.  Come on.  For fucks sake.  Whatever, Rena had the courtesy to point out that they should do that after I leave.  I don't know, is that what courtesy is?  So, whatever.  Then, today, in class, Sam was completely drunk.  Sitting four people away from him and I could smell it.  Christ.  Oh and speaking of Christ, Chris had the idea that right before we film, we should get Sam totally drunk.  Yeah, "Like, cause no one will be able to tell, but we'll know, and it will make things a lot more funnier."  Yeeeeaaaah... nice.  Classy.  Nice and classy.  So Jeff has to learn to drink coffee before he meets with Mr. Jones, and I have to learn to drink massive amounts of alcohol before Thursday.  Woah, I'm running out of time.

But, at least I got to see my baby Andrew in that class, even if now my entire group sincerely thinks we're fucking.

So, on Friday Brandon and I went to Taco Bell and the lady couldn't understand what Brandon was saying because she was foreign and so he threw a quarter at her and we left.  That's not true.

Fuuuuuck, I have to write an essay tomorrow night.  Ooooh well.  I can whip dat shit out like none other. 

The game was really fun tonight, even though it was cold, and bony.  Clackamas play dirtily.  Even if that's not true, that's the impression I get.  Oh, and I also get the impression THAT THEY SUCK!  Yeah.

This is a more serious note.  Our dear friend and family member Cedric Louis Clausen, we all knew him simply as Cedric though, has moved on to a much better place.  There's no telling how long his little life lasted, but he was with me for less than a year.  He was always considered "the good one."  Should you want to hold, pet or let one ride around on your chest, Cedric was the go-to-cockroach.  He spent his days usually in or around his tube.  His sticky feet never quite matched Cecelia's climbing ability.  His two children that lived with him sought him out in times of trouble.  They new that he was the more understanding one, less likely to hiss them away.  Cedric was beautiful even though his colored stripes were less developed than his counterpart.  It's important to remember the good times we've shared; there are many.  R.I.P Cedric.  You will be sincerely missed by all who knew you.              

I figured I'd paid my debt to society by paying my overdue fines at the Multnomah County Library. 

I'll post, because I guess today was interesting. 

I parked miles away like I do everyday.  And on my long walk into the school, what do I find?  An empty spot in the actual lot.  Daaamn, I was crushed.  I was even considering walking back to my car and moving it into the spot, even though I knew that was crazy because then I'd be late.  Well, it wasn't that crazy because Lacey saw it as well and was tempted to do the same thing.

I spent about five minutes one on one with Senora Alexander doing what?  Um, making an ass of myself in front of the whole class.  It wasn't that bad I guess, because you know, it's me, and I think it's hilarious when I fuck up.  Yeah, well, there's not much more to it other than me reading ten sentences and it taking a long damn time.  But, she was being really weird and happy today anyway so she was in the mood to handle a retard I think.

And theeen, we made our first movie in media comm.  It's twenty seconds long, it has no people in it, and it has to involve "birth," "confusion," and "amazement."  So we got our groups assigned.  I had nobody except for the maybe sort of kind of good looking sophomore who always wears a black choker and shit, yeah, he's pretty assy.  Oh, and there was my kind of friend Kelby.  And the anime girl.  And the Wiccan guy.  Aaaand the nerdy guy who is like 80 pounds and into sports and rap?  Heh?  So we started thinking, and um, got nothing.  And only Anime Girl and Nerdrapsportsman were talking and I was just thinking as goddamn hard as I could.  I came up with an idea that they liked.  It was better than theirs but still hella lame.  I really didn't think that I'd have to experience working with the kind of people who are just, god damn, that's it, people who are just god damn retarded.  I gave him three things that he had to remember to do for the shot.  Three things, lean to the right, keep your foot behind his, and hold your arms out.  And shit, he just couldn't do it.  He just couldn't fucking get it right.  And then I'm pretty sure I ended up cursing in the last scene because he was so retarded and just, didn't do anything.  Like, damn.  Like, damn.

Oh, and then I almost got in an accident on the way home.  Which means I got to get some use out of both my horn and my middle finger.  The two left turn lanes at the Sunnyside, 122nd intersection.  I wasn't in either of those lanes, cause I was going straight.  The GIANT garbage truck in the lane next to me was in a turn lane.  The light turned green, I went straight, the truck decided he didn't want to turn, so he was just going to itsy bitsy daintily squeeze in front of me before he hit the oncoming traffic.  Aw, what a cute little giant garbage truck it was.