ULMUST DUN

I just finished up a commercial on note taking for a school project. You'd think I was going to film school XD I'm far too much of an over achiever... I'm also practicing a lines for a play this fall. I do everything. My commercial has stopped rendering and is now converting in quick time... It never told me what it was converting to, but I'll just expect the program knows its stuff.
So, that dosn't work. View was stretched and the whole thing was mute. I'll just fix it in the morning.

Hello there.

It is currently 2049 hours. My face is moisturising.

Well, my face hurts, I'm tired, and debating weather or not to take a shower right now. That is all you really need to know.

"Do what you wish with it."

Well, today was a tuesday, Chubber was fat, and I started casting some silicone molds. YEAH.
I should start saying things on here.
I did have an interesting dream last night, with characters resembling greek mythology.
It was a mythological story where there was a battle between these gods, and many of them died. In the turmoil, Earth turned barren, much like Mars. There was one man left. He met the god of magic, a very old man, who turned him into the god of Earth. He could suddenly do all of these things, though there wasn't much to do. To restore things, he went on a journey with the old god in a golf cart, and met a woman- The goddess of the moon. They got married soon after, and continued on their journey. Soon he made it to a large city (The dream wasn't really consistent, though this could have been thousands of years later when humanity was restored) and found himself bewildered- The human world was so inharmonious, so odd, as cars rushed around him. Someone started to come up behind him, and in self defense he attacked the man- To see that he wasn't really threatening him at all. So, seeing that the man was not sneaky but just slow to his standards, he turned him into the god of speed. This surprised the man, as he shot up into the sky with luminous green shoes. The earth god tried to find him to sort things out, which he eventually did. For a while he was in the human world, wandering in shops and in neiborhoods, finding the goddess of love (thought to be killed in the battle) disguised as a squirrel. That's all I remember.

I think I may have temporarily averted my hair crisis.

Yeah. There's always hair angst. I blame my hair for everything. It just so happens that when my hair looks cool, everything looks cool. The opposite is also true.
Why do I care? Being so vain does not really match my personality. I wasn't before- it's an insecure sort of vain. Usually I'd look into the mirror, and it's looking good. I'll just continue to blame my hair, and compare it to the likes of Jimmy Page and Roger Daltrey. I don't have one of those faces that look good with just anything.
Being insecure about my apperance just dosn't suit me- I wasn't insecure when I was a hopeless fat nerd child. It was when I looked decent, but far from masculine.
I need side burns. I'll look awesome in three years, I'll be able to make any legal change I want. I wouldn't be entirely financially independent, so I'd be able to save up enough for a nice jacket. I'd need insurance. I really need insurance, but I don't want to deal with that.
The acne will be gone in 6 months. CLAP FOR ME. Then it will be 48 days until I am 6000 days old. I need to put that on a calendar.

IN OTHER NEWS, I just completed my first AP Calculus assignment! I HAVE FINALLY REACHED MY GOAL I HAD WHEN I WAS 9 YEARS OLD- To take a college math course before college. I feel accomplished. I am probably the first in the history of my ancestors to have done so. YEAH FUTURE.
Wait a second- Will I the last of my bloodline? Will it just end right when someone takes Calculus? I suppose they could clone me from DNA samples.

I'M TIRED.

Return to life as we know it.

Well, tomorrow I'll show up, and get things done. I just hope my guts don't fail me. There's something crucial I'll have to do tomorrow, something potentially awkward yet far superior in the long run. It'll be a learning experience, sure.
Other than that, I'm not too concerned about school starting up again.
Just thinking, soon I will have had this blog for 4 years. Sure, it's started to die off, but hopefully that will end and my posting will resurge yet again.
Chubber is afraid of crepe paper.
And I've been confused about the simplest of things. Hopefully that'll change. I'll make myself food tomorrow. Good day.

I WANT THIS AS MY FRIEND.

Look at that. Yeah.

Hello, there.

"I shouldn't have to explain my frame of mind to you." He said, nearly choking on his words. He had no idea why, but he did. "I just... I'm just tired of it all." He sat down and put his hand on his head. "I don't like it."
"Well, you got your life out in front of you to go this far, why can't you just keep on-"
"You're messing with stuff- That's the problem with all of you! Gosh, you were around generations and generations- Seen things I couldn't have dreamed. You'll be the oldest man alive, and I'll be dead. You will kill me, and you'll feel guilty for it, and then you'll find yourself some other bright young thing to get to follow you around, and plunge into your terrible, horrible machines." He took a tab of paper out of his pocket with shaky hands, placing it on his tounge as he always did. He sighed, then pounded his fist on the table.
"I told you they would lose their use-"
"Don't tell me what to do. I've had enough, and it doesn't matter." He folded his arms, staring at the flawless tiles below his feet for a while. "Can't you see- I doubt you can even feel that much guilt. Look at me- My own parent engineered me as some kind of relic. You're real, like all of the old ones and the ones that don't have a billion pennies to their names. Dark eyes and wiry hair, a longer face and large hands. I'm something they fished out of somewhere far from nostalgic, some kind of prehistoric joke. Like all of my generation. I probably don't have any real DNA in me, with this yellowish hair and pale eyes- Just like the movies. Like some sort of toy, and I still get those odd looks from people. Whoever did this to me didn't even have the decency to stick around."
"In my time people were different. I remember when-"
"And I don't. There is no way for you to know what that is like. You have seen the rise and fall of civilizations, you have walked upon open, living soil. You have seen the sky a blue that I can never see. You have expirienced life, and belonged to it, and you still want to mess around things you have no buisness with."
"Alkyrteen, it's discovering a new world, discovering many new worlds, risking sacrifice for discovery of wonderous things, that's what we've dedicated our lives to."
"That's all I could do. It's all I could think, and I'm sick of it. I've seen things burn, I've seen people die, I've seen what I could very well become if I stuck around as long as you have. I've seen what could be the future, I could see the past. Some day, you're going to shove me into something that'll make me mad, or blind, or torn up into a bunch of rotting pieces. I am not an apprentice, but a slave to what you call 'Discovery'."
"You've got to stop taking those pills or whatever you've cooked up for yourself. They're killing your brain."
"You're not going to even say anything to me, then. Just going to walk off, because you're above anything that isn't cerebral after being so old."
"Look, I care about you. Is that what you want to hear? I care about you so much that I'm still going. This could have been my last trip out, could have disconnected when I was past the gravity shield and floated to the nearest star. My work had been the love of my life, and I was starting to lose touch with it. And you show up, giving me a spark of curiosity again. I'm going on with my projects, and you don't have to follow me. I'll go in myself, by myself, and hope that the radiation or atmospheres doesn't get me. If I had relied on anything else, I would have been gone a long time ago. But I relied on my brain, like a computer. I'm not real- I've lived for nearly nine centuries. You're as real as anyone I've seen, from the 23rd century to now. I may be reckless, but after all of these years, I feel guilt better than any other man in the world. If anything would happen to you, I would be through."

OFF THE PAIN CURVE.

I had solid food today. It was good. Most definitely.
I like food.
50 WPM, MAN.

SUDDEN OBESITY.

I got my wisdom teeth out yesterday, and apparently I was singing a song about elements in the car over. I don't recall acting out of the ordinary. Then again, I can only recall slowly falling asleep, and then asking for a "special pen", one of the shiny pens they had on the desk. I remember thinking that if I remembered, I'd ask for the pen. And I did, because now I have one on my desk.
And now I know what I would look like if I gained 50 pounds.

 I cannot express how glad I am that this is not my permanent state of being.
It is interesting to be so rounded in the face- and the swelling just gets worse and worse. Tomorrow I may have a quadruple chin.

I miss my last week face.

SOMEONE IS CHUBBY.

It's been a while. I CONTROL THIS. I can do what I want.
And I have a chubby fat cat on my lap, so I thought it was time to revisit this. There you go.
I found out today that Rhett and Link had a television show, Commercial Kings. WHY HAVN'T I SEEN IT BEFORE?

Fat purring friend.

I call this one The Indecisive Mullet.

DOOOOO

Well, someone out there has recieved a letter. CONGRATULATIONS! That is a nice sized chunk of a word.
Today I suppose I made progress. How typical.
I want to order materials, but the shipping is far too much for my liking. What a pity.
I need spheres. Perfect spheres. 14mm, 23mm, 32mm, 16mm (most likely comes in a marble that I have), 24mm (another marble size, I think), 11mm, and 18mm (flexible size, could size up).

Okay, looked it up. 12mm, 25mm, 14mm, 16mm, and 19mm are all standard sizes. FANTASTIC. That leaves 23mm and 32mm. Those two are my two least flexible sizes and will be harder to find. I have found 23 mm, but it is a bit expencive. Worth getting, though.
OH. 32mm=1.25 inches. I'll try looking in inches. 23= .9 inches, a bit harder, though I've found it.
I'll just have to look at my marbles. I have a 16mm on the large side, a 24 on the large side, and unfortunatley that's it. I'll have to look around.

REBOOT.

NEW SUMMARY FOR STARMAN NOW.
And I got new shoes. And I am tired. GOOD DAY, GOOD FRIENDS.

It was a chance, a chance to fly to Mars- a chance to go home.

But there was competition.

Being one of the 1% most intelligent people on the planet was lucky. Being acknowledged after sending in a request as one of 600 in 27,000 people was very very lucky.

But what I did today would determine the rest. Only fifteen people on the entire planet could excape the blue planet. Those fifteen would probably be superhumans- or geniuses- the best minds the world has to offer.

But then again, I had done it before, done more than any of them. But what was more likely? One out of 250 million or fifteen out of four billion? I did the math- something so elementary. A grin crept up on my face. I might have just had a chance.

ZINGING HODIE HODIE HODIE-YAY

Circle time circle time everybody circle time.
Today Handy was released. Enough said.
I would like to see The Compleat Al. I can only find it on bit torrent sites with illegal looking advertisements and look as if I simply clicked on something my hard drive would spontaneously combust, and on amazon on VHS for $18 USED. Oh, the humanity.

I read some of my blog post. Your mother should know.

FOIL.

I watched Weird Al's new video today. I must say, it is utterly fantastic. I can't tell you how many times I've watched it today- I can visualise the looks of each scene perfectly in my head now, and it has only been accessable for the public today.
In other news, I am nearly finished with the leg sculpting. CLAP FOR ME. I just need to bake and sand and create the official knees. The torso needs some work, as it has become misshapen over time. The arms- I don't even know what to do with the arms. It would help if they were all the same color. The face is great. Aside from being slightly asymmetrical, it is perfect to my standards. He's gorgeous. Just needs the back of his head and ears sorted out. And the torso. And the arms. The feet may need a bit of touch ups too. As well as the hands. But the legs are nearly finished- It's been under a year since I even started planning, I think I'm doing good. I will make myself a goal- It will be ready for casting before school starts. YES.

I belive I have found something truly remarkable.

For some reason, this has been around since 2009 and it's taken until now for me to see it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nr-SZXIVvuo
Yes. It's wonderful.
I also have seen Weird Al's new video, Tacky. If you havn't seen it, you may never find the latest in Weird Al dance moves.
I got suspenders today.
And a shirt.
Chubber is fat.

It's Spongebob's birthday tomorrow, according to my iCalendar. Don't let me forget.

JUST WAITING FOR MANDATORY FUN.
I perfected some clay hands today. They need a bit of touch ups and sanding, but they look great on the top side. The mouth isn't too parted anymore, but I'm a little worried about how his chin is turning out. It's something easy to fix anyways. It would be nice to make a push mold for the face to have a starting template for the others- It would just make things so much easier. I just wonder how good it would be without endangering my original. I could cast his face in- NO. Not just for a template at this stage. Forget my speculations and wonderings. Good day, fair citizens of planet Earth, I shall retrieve something from the level up and then let my mind return to a dormant state until the next day. Well, it will likely be the next day when that happens, but ah well. Ah well, oh well, Eh.

I kicked a kitty

Hello, fair citizens of this planet and all others. I thought I should speak my mind again today. However blank and usual it is. Usually it's not, so I'd think it should be find. I'm not looking at my keyboard, and I won't for quite some time. I'll see how it turns out.  can't see what I've written before, just relying on memory. I woner if it will engage deeper thought=- Not foucusing on spelling, just the intsinctual typing of y fingerx. Second nayture. Ver;y natural to our new day and age. It's rather quiet at this time of night. I like it  though I'm sort of tiring. I had pastatoday. Things go so much quicket ain dreams. Then again, paper can hold a cinnema.  So can the human brain, but you'd have to unravel it to get past the junk and whatever else. I've just realised that my room is predominately blue. I s;u[[osed I made it like that, and on purpose, but that was years ago. It has maintained it's color scheme, just from my color preference and the things I like just so being in that category. I have my yellow submarine stuff, my hot space album on the wall, my other posters, my sgt pepper drawing, that printed out photograpb of freddie mercury I taped up there after I used it as a drawing reference. It looked cool and the printer didn't emess it up, so why shouldn't it be there? I still have that fish I made in fourth grade. It's filled with paper towels for crying out loud. I like the coulors though. All of my favorites, with a couple of random ones thrown in. Like purple. I like purple now. I suppose I wasn't keen on it then, but it is a fine color. And it's held up by a string I muyst have gotten in first grade. Why do I still have this stuff- and how havn't I notised it? It's been years since I put it up, and it hasn't falen down or anything. But still, it hasn't been so long that I shouldn't remember puting  it there. I've got all of this stuff I never use or look at, yet I havn't parted with it yet. My callendar is still on may. My old one was still on october 2011 until I decided to replace it. This one will probably stay on 2014 for another 3 years. Or I'll be out of this room by then, I never can tell. mY SSCULPTING'S LOOKING NICE.
Look at that, I reversed the capslock. I'm glad I caught that XD. Not too many spelling errors, but I have got this annoying m in front of everything I've been typing -->m