Entry 000148; 12.11.02

It's pink outside.

No, see, you don't understand. It's pink outside. It's midnight and it's so freaking bright pink outside it's casting a glow into my room. To give you a sense of how bright this is, my window has several coats of dark paint over it because I don't like sunlight in my room.

Whatever nonsense explaination you may have for this, it's snowing, it's cloudy, light pollution, blah blah blah, it's still WRONG. It shouldn't happen. It's fired.

So for some inexplicable reason, this "website" is growing fans by the um...month. Which is also ridiculous. Perhaps as much as a bright pink midnight. Despite the lack of graphics, frames, any attempt at making navigation user-friendly, and the complete lack of interesting content, people continue to check this site daily. Thank god I don't have a counter, I'd probably just be freaked out.

The main pull to this site seems to be this journal. Which makes no sense. It's the last link on the main page. It specifically says "go away." And most importantly, it's my journal. I can't imagine what I have to say that could be even slightly interesting to passerbys or insane homeless convicts. I mean I don't mind that people read it. I just don't understand the motive.

Anyway, regarding recent events...

I have finally ended my first semester as an official Art Fag (TM). And I am (glad?) to say that I have survived, perhaps with flying colors. Of some sort. Perhaps a dull neutral-tan/grey, but they are flying nonetheless!

As an aside that has nothing to do with school at all, The kittens are freaking gigantic. Or rather, Eip Top is, but then, he makes up for the both of them. Pot Pie is what I believe to be the typical size of a 5-6 month old kitten. Eip Top, however, could be mistaken for a stout 1-year old. He is so fat that when he is laying on his back on my lap, he can't turn himself back over. His fat has him pinned down to the point where he gives up and just lays on my lap with his limbs splayed everywhich way. I really should get a picture because there is no way to describe it since no feline with any self respect or lack of sloth would ever sit like that.

Pot Pie picked up a curious habit of licking everything she can get her face near about a month ago. She's particularly adamant about licking Nathan, but couches, walls, acid, my monitor, and everything else will also suffice for her.

I think I have about half a month left with them. I fear I may attempt to hide them and pawn off some other kittens that I pick up from the pound and give them to Erika. I just have to keep remembering that it's better for them if they live with her. And I'm in no position to house pets when I'm about to be homeless myself.

Back to school.

I'm pretty sure I finished off Chinese with an A, though what with her incessant nit-picking grading on tests, I don't know what crazy number my professor may throw at me. She likes to take "-0.5" off of my test for every stray mark, accidental resemblence to a mark that I don't even know exists, or if she just feels like it. Her handwriting, on the otherhand, is absolutely atrocious. She said she might make the final un-typed, which would be the most evil thing to do since I can't read anything she writes. I say if you are going to grade like an anal asshole, at least set a decent example.

I've been talking to a kid who is in my chinese class, he's pretty funny to talk to. Amazingly, he's one of the only people I don't want to strangle on sight when I walk into class. I did however, find out that I will be forced to take the class next semester with the Hong-Lien, the infamous preying mantis with a head of hair that could strangle an elephant and lips that dwarf her face. I so look foward to another two terms of her asking questions in class that the book clearly explains the answers to in the book. Repeatedly. Oh and let's not forget Greg, the gigantic oaf. I have no idea what language he's speaking, but it's not chinese. I'm amazed that he's gotten through the entire semester without learning how to prounce a single word right. Oh wait no I'm not. He's a freaking moron. And dear god is it painful to listen to him sing. Onward.

Graphic Design probably pulled in an A as well, and I would be more surprised to get less than in Chinese. I actually did skip every mandatory "tutor" session since the tutor, while very cute and friendly, is just useless. Graphic Design, however, should be fine since I've gotten at least an A- in every project and I've only skipped two classes.

And then there is the horrible, horrible Hippie Class. If she's as delusional as I believe her to be, the professor might give me a B. Though I wouldn't be surprised to find a D or even an F on my report card, since that is what I'd give myselves in that class. She gave me a B on my portfolio, which proves that singing in caves and communing with nature makes you officially batshit crazy. She labeled my best 5 sketches, which were scraps of paper I was testing out brush strokes on and what I meant to be a bunny but actually turned out looking like a beach ball with a mohawk. She said she was taking the fact that I've missed two critiques (out of three) and that's why I'm not getting a decent grade. Fucking batshit crazy. No joke.

I still have a chinese final to deal with, but that is about as much as a joke as you can possibly make in academia. I'll study anyway, but to make sure I learn it, not for the stupid, useless class.

I haven't killed Nathan yet. More news pending later, probably.

I realized I have about .5mb left on this angelfire account. I could theoretically start a new one to upload all the images I promised myself I would upload, but then, that wouldn't be very lazy, and therefore very like me, would it? And I woudln't want anyone getting the idea that my body has been taken over by a pod person, now would I?

These past three days my inbox has been flooded with mail from people I haven't spoken to in months/years. I can only assume this is because of the impending break and the ability to crawl out from mountains of work that people have found the time to contact little old Ashia. Either that or the bastards need to borrow some money. OFF!! OFF SCOUNDRELS! No but really I like email. Erm. Please be my friend.

Work still sucks. Not as much as before but yeah still. We have a new, competant manager, which has it's ups and downs. The ups are that I will have less work to do, I have a .05% that she can convince jimmy to give me like, a penny raise, and I won't be so stressed when I go to work. On the bad side, I probably won't be able to steal (so liberally) and I can't clock in, leave for up to twelve hours, and come back and clock out. Eh. As soon as I find a real job I won't need to resort to evil underhanded methods of getting paid for the ridiculous amount of work I have to put into that hell-pit.

It's really sad what a criminal that place has turned me into. Getting fired from Sam's for absolutely no good reason, and being treated like shit by Jimmy and his prints plus minions has turned a hardworking, honest, non-stealing non-cheating hours worker into an old fashioned hard working, stealing, cheating, clocking in for way more hours than I need kind of worker. In other words, the fuckers have turned me into an American.

Anyway, the real meat of what I want to talk about today is my increasing insanity. I'm constantly angry. And I don't mean the normal constant anger, I mean the screaming, ranting, wanting to buy a gun and shoot people and get a bat and bash in people's faces angry. I'm downright hostile for the smallest reasons now. I think I should..um...fix it. Because being angry is bad for some reason, as I have learned by watching countless cartoons where the hardworking stressed guy is always fucked over by the lazy, happy, easy-going guy. Plus I don't want to turn into my mom.

Relating to the above anger-management problem, I'm turning into an idiot. I can tell because I am truly starting to believe that I am smarter than everyone else I meet. Also as I learned from TV, only really big idiots think they are smarter than other people. So that must be the case. The thing is that lately every single person I meet says and does the most freaking dumb things. And they have so much goddamn trouble grasping the most basic concepts, such as "using a car blinker" or "not honking loudly and repeatedly for half an hour outside my bedroom window at 5AM" and "not pissing me the fuck off." And I just wonder how the hell these people don't get killed off immediately by angry smarter people like myselves. The only explaination is that everyone else is a freaking moron too. Anyway, I'm not yet deluded enough to logically believe what I am starting to suspect. Hopefully I will recieve help or a rude awakening of sorts soon.