The Daily Adventures of Mercat

RHPS redo, 3D original Star Wars, and Hairspray 2: THESE ARE ALL TERRIBLE IDEAS.


Sequelese is out of control. Somebody needs to stop Hollywood and give them a good bitchslap.

So this day started out FANTASTIC and got logorithmically worse.

Found out a good friend from high school not only got fired from his (GOOD) job because he was smoking pot (and doing other things) but that he RAN OFF TO WYOMING TO LIVE IN A TENT WITH A KID WHO HAS FAILED OUT OF MULTIPLE REHABS, AND IS NOW DROPPING ACID AND E.

I am so depressed you have no idea. I keep getting flashbacks to Jacob's funeral and this is all not. good.

Also, part three of Dr. Horrible is up, and... yeeeeeah... =S

Disaster Movie, anyone involved-- first against the wall when the revolution comes.

(please, god, give them darwin awards)

and I don't feel fine. Yeah, so, it's not quite the end of the year but whatever. I apologize right now for not sending out Christmas cards, or letters, or anything like I planned to. I'm in a not good mood. I don't feel like doing anything I'm doing at this point, and it's not making me terribly happy to be in this state. So. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and my apologies.

Yeah, more bad news on my front. My camera broke (the motor in the lens) so I have to go on a new search for a camera. Which I do not want to do. Any recommendations, and examples of good photos? (Escpecially if they use XD memory cards. They were expensive at the time and have gone down a lot, sadly. [And the "XD" always makes me laugh, because it's an emoticon.])

AND THEN.

I lost the goddamn pen for my laptop, and a new one is FIFTY FUCKING DOLLARS. I know I had it on the plane ride home, and that's the last place I can think of that I had it.

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH.

I feel so... done. With everything. I don't want to do anything but lock myself up with a pile of art supplies and go crazy.

This is not good, because I have to clean my room and go back to college and tons of other crap. And I'm tired of worrying about relationships and tons of roomie crap and school shit and work and family and holidays sucking and EVERYTHING.

I WANT ART.



I just want things to change.

=(

PS. This means no webcomic for a little while longer, along with other crap. SHIT. And I can't take notes on my computer either.

GODDAMNIT.

Also, I might be making this journal friends-only soon, but don't worry, I won't be making a cut. At least I don't think I will.