An epic story in the making

Cox and I have been working on the Cheese-man! movie sequel. I would like, if I may, to share the first scene with you all now.

( pity I can't put this energy towards real work... like homework )

So that's my little creative outlet. I've been working on it for like 2 hours, at least. Probably a little more than that. For those of you who DON'T know, because you are complete simpletons (or haven't known me that long), Cheese-man! (yes, the exclaimation point is part of his name) was a character I created in 8th grade, because I was asked who I would be if I were a super hero. It was vaulted until sophomore year, when I had to have a seven page written story every six weeks. I revived the story of Cheese-man! and added new elements: a villain, a sidekick, and a plot. The stories were very silly. The next year, for a final project in video production, Cox and I decided to use the stories of Cheese-man! and adapt them for the screen. We wrote a 5 scene featurete (only 3 of which were actually shot). It introduced new elements: henchmen for Captain Microwave, and an animated (literally) mentor for Cheese-man!, known as Mr. Tonka, voiced by my younger brother. Taking on the other roles were myself as Cheese-man!, Cox as Captain Microwave (and he was intended to play the parts of every villain, but that didn't work out because we had a very short deadline), and JP as Butter Boy. We had planned to make a sequel last summer, but the idea is just now taking shape. I hope you enjoy my little slice of insanity.

The new family

Here's the latest additions to my icon set, the first two are from last night.

Potato

So... last night. I didn't do anything at all last night. Literally. I was supposed to, but for whatever reason that didn't happen. Eh. Life goes on. So I just stayed up making icons. I wanted my techno one to be so much cooler than that... it had transitions and like 12 frames and it was the shit... unfortunately, with all that it was 80k, and as we all well know, livejournal icons can only be 40k in size or less. I find it kind of amusing that my image host has even a smaller threshold of 25k. Anybody else see a major flaw in that? Because I do. Maybe I should spring the extra 5 bucks a month or whatever it is to get larger available file size... but to do that, I'd have to give more of a shit than I do about the whole situation. That, and I can always ask my favorite hobbo to host images for me if the problem ever arises. This update, like every single other one, had no point. Weee.

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the full set

I deem this icon set completed. There's just no way to top Denis Leary and the William Tell one.

So much rage....

Fucking Justin and Lacy. Never around when I need to get a package. I really really hate that. A lot. I've been waiting for this package to come, and it's here, and I just want to get it. Is it really so hard to allow the people working at the front desk to get into the mail room? Do you REALLY think they're any more trustworthy than the RAs and the security guards? I really hate living here. I'm tired of the dumbass people and the dumbass shitty way things are run in this joint. If you're really worried about the desk workers stealing mail, here's a novel idea: put a security camera in the mail room! Fucking hell. I just want to get my package. You'd think they were trying to hide something. Maybe I can just knock an RA's door and make them let me in. Of course, Lacy probably looks the key in her office, because she strikes me as the kind of person that would do that. Bah. They should just deliver packages to your front step. It'd be a whole lot easier than this "you have a package!" slip... crap. Rage.

I'm going to get sentamental here for a moment

Liz was talking about how she was reading through my old entries earlier, primarily on FOD, and it got me wanting to read through them, too. Along the way I came across many memories that I had long since forgotten, and some which I wish I had never gone through. I realized how depressed I was at so many points that I just couldn't handle anything any more. Through that I watched as my friends supported me and told me how much they care and how much I'd changed their lives. That made me feel so good reading that. Seeing again that I really can have a positive impact on people I've never even met before. I watched my friendships build up, and some of them crumble beneath my feet. I watched two people who I thought could never be torn apart do exactly that. They drifted further and further apart, and that hurt me to watch because I knew how much they cared about eachother. One thing I wanted to do while reading those was figure out how two people, zin and sharie, first came to know me. I had written an entry about society and how fucked up it can be, and zin left a comment saying I sounded smart for an 18 year old (though I was only 17 at the time). Shortly after, I wrote an entry of things I wanted to see in a girl, and sharie commented, saying it sounded a lot like her. The friendships between those two grew, and at some point they began to diminish... I still see them as my friends, weather they agree with me or not. It's so very strange to watch your own life unfold as though you were watching it from another person's point of view. That's really what a journal is for, as I see it. So that you can understand how you've affected other people, by watching it through their eyes.

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Oh hey, I've had my livejournal for exactly a year. Woo, party in a box. Happy birthday, Nathan's livejournal.

Yes, this was momentus enough to warrant yet another update. God, I'm flooding friends pages like a fiend, I'll bet. I applogize to everyone... except Liz, Jean, and Mallory, because they're just as bad.


***EDIT***
And Amy. Happy birthday Amy. Woo... I would've felt bad if I'd forgotten to do that.