they say s/he has no brain

New site is finished! Relocated here. In the end the process & the product came together differently than planned, but at least everything works. It looks too fragment-y pretentious-y just like every other personal site out there, the difference being that it has eggs and nails and ogres. (MINISTRY R0X0R5!!!111! Mostly that video. And Bad Blood because Al man-handles Paul Barker. Ha! I'll stop with it now. For good.)I was debating whether or not to include pictures of myself aside from the very nondescript (and old) ones already there. All too often people get so carried away with making a spectacle out of themselves that it completely overrides the content. Then again, I guess that's what "personal" sites are for. Who cares about content anymore? What I need is a webcam. Then I could switch on thee groovemaker and wiggle in front of it like a... a thing that wiggles. In turn, that may start off a chain reaction ending with rabid internet denizens buying me stuff. I do not fully understand this. It's a fuct, fuct, fuct, fuct world. *smirk* Any opinions on the subject of pictures are welcome.Why don't they pass a law making food labels simply state that a product is vegan? Things would be a hell of a lot easier.

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WAU! The word "grok" is in the dictionary. Say whatever you want about Heinlein-- that book was about 398 pages too much for me to handle. I think I only got through it because I kept imagining that Mike the Martian looked like David Bowie.Last night I wrote an entry about issues I've been having with this journal. I can still see where I was coming from-- even if I had spent over 24 hours being awake at the time-- but I don't know if it needs to be posted. I worry about ridiculous things too much. Maybe I'll put it up again later. Stay tuned, and all that shite. Better than tee-vee, better than sex!Among other things, I feel really fucking cheap for never writing you.

Quick question for anyone who has half an idea...

Can anyone recommend a decent place for hosting my site? I want for something free or reasonably cheap, and no ads. I don't know where to start here. I'm not looking to register a domain name or anything. I just want to do more with my site. Envy.nu runs so s l o w l y and inefficiently that I literally can't browse through it most of the time. Besides, it's infamous for "those vile teen girl sites." I only require 20 megs or so of space. Ja, ja. Danke in advance.

more later.

This. Has been. The longest. 120 hours. Ever. Not interesting; just three weeks worth of back&forth crammed into a five-day time period&no time to breathe&no one to kill.Sex?Drugs?Rock & Roll?All three and triple your pleasure?Drawing class: creepy woman wearing a beret peers long and hard at my sketchbook and says to me: "Oooooh, I think there is an alien in you!" Jive, turkey.For some reason I keep thinking this person would be interesting to meet. Heh.

kraut!

Second semester in thee college of ghetto-über-allies didn't begin until yesterday morning. I've had to do nothing in the way of academics for nearly a month. Who needs brain cells anyway? Goes as follows, but subject to change:Mixed-media art(?): My mum was adamant that in one of my art classes there would "probably be people there who are like you." Her exact words: "Like you." What in fook is that supposed to mean? Maladjusted? Creme-filled? Non-Mormon? I don't know whether to be optimistic, offended, or horrified. Whatever it is, I don't think I found it. I was all sorts of excited at one point because I noticed someone coming out of class who, at sideways glance, looked rivet-esque. He ended up being an ugly death-metal guy. HEH. Still, it goes down as the closest thing resembling a rivethead that I've seen since starting university... or that I've seen in town since the year 1999. (If it weren't for the internet, roadtrips, and mail-order I'd implode.) Here's to hoping my plans for moving next summer work out. (And they will, too. Damn it.)Drawing: I used to do drugs with the professor's son.Math of some sort: Due to a scheduling messup I haven't gotten there yet, which is perfectly fine with me.History: Now this is something else. My professor is a long-haired German guy named Gerhard Grytz. Yes! That's almost as good as Wilhelm Schroder! Almost. He kept tripping over things like he was drunk, and he talks with his hands way too much. Quote of the day: "Plagiarism is the greatest sin of academia!!!!!11!1" *overly-excited in a German accent, with arms flailing about* And-- get this-- we're going to watch Dr. Strangelove. Rock.jesusfuck my head hurts. But it wasn't a bad day...

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I don't know if anyone I'm acquainted with in "real life" reads this. I was making things private when I mention names-- as in the previous-- but fuck it. Besides, I can always kick them face-first down a cement stairwell if any problems arise from it. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am.I also spent an hour writing an entire volume's worth of personal sorting-things-out mental spooge-type-stuff that was going to get posted, but writing it was enough. No one needs to read that! Good god. Eye-yi-yi eye have problems.Nersh: I'll email you sometime soon, but not by the morning. I'm too dead tired to string a sentence together nowwww and I need to be up at 7:00 am. Then I leave and come home around 3:00. Then I have to leave again at 6:00. Eye. am. so. dead.lab rat says: so what are u up to?Hypo Luxa says: In five minutes I need to check on what's in the oven AND MAKE BISCUITS!lab rat says: lolHypo Luxa says: Arrggghhh! YOU FOUND IT FUNNY?!lab rat says: pigHypo Luxa says: Pig?lab rat says: what?Hypo Luxa says: Ride the PIG! Ride Raymond Watts! I AM NOT ON DRUGS!Hypo Luxa says: Waitaminute. You are verbally abusive. I am going to call a police officer.lab rat says: on me?Hypo Luxa says: No, on the biscuits.lab rat says: that is what i thought.

Update....

....out of writing angst™. It seems like every time I'm three-fourths of the way through with writing something on a topic I have a definite stance on, I'm suddenly hit with all kinds of detractions. Reasons that make my original point seem unfounded. Holes wide enough for Divine to fall through. I need to have this written as soon as possible, and now I'm going to have to start over. Bitch, bitch, bitch. I should delete that.All writing issues aside, this is the week that rocked the casbah. I don't know how it happened. I've been overly busy/stressed/short on time, but that was balanced with getting out and doing a lot of things. Fun things. Overly lame fun things that are USDA grade-A certified r0x0r. W00T! I think it has to do with the feeling of actually getting stuff done for a change. I tend to be the flesh equivalent of a slime mold. I should be motivated more often. Chelsey dragged me over to Max's apartment because she had to give him something. I finally saw a bit of his artwork which, of course, was as amazing as everything else about him and he has now succeeded in making me feel entirely inadequate in three categories. He said we should come over more often. I want to eat him alive. Nate said I just need to get laid.(A great week so far. Now all I have to do is make it through Saturday without Infatuated-Guy trying to contact me. You and you know what I'm talking about. HA HA HA! Ha. The story hath developed new chapters. New chapters that are uglier than cEvin Key.)The more I read over this entry the less I enjoy it. Tastee cakes. DAMN IT. THERE IT GOES AGAIN.What really amuses me are über-anarchist "Smash the corporate machine! Rip the system!" webpages with advertising banner ads.