Directly to Me

Blog No. 50: Directly to Me

I've noticed that alot of things I've seen on TV, the shows I watch, and some movies I've seen, all have the same producer, Jerry Bruckheimer.

I watched the National Treasure movie not too long ago, and it had that logo with the tree being shocked into life by a lightning bolt, which is from the company who's headed by none other than Bruckheimer.

I just saw the new TV series my mom is into now, The Eleventh Hour, which is a pretty good show about a scientist and an FBI agent investigating abnormal human phenomena and whatnot. It had a simple one line at the end: Executive Producer: Jerry Bruckheimer.

I'm trying to figure how this one guy knows me so well. I've never met him, yet he speaks directly into my soul and apparently my eyes. I think he also did the CSI and Law and Order series, which I also watch. It's weird how I see his name everywhere, like he's stalking me... Or am I stalking him?

Right now watching America's Best Dance Crew which is headed by Randy Jackson. Now what does that say about me? I don't really like him at the American Idol thing. It just might mean I prefer an alumni of NSYNC as a judge rather than some british hardball... Or maybe its Mario Lopez... Nah. XD

Today was alright. Stupid Archery got cancelled though, all because the targets might sink in the puddles... Such a dumb excuse.

But, that's not the real clincher. You see, I was rushing this morning, trying to make the stupid Archery class, so much so that I had forgot my jacket. A jacket would've been nice tonight because I had my late class. So when I finally found out the class cancelation, my mom called and told me to flip a U-ie and go back to the car and be picked up so that she can drive me to Target to buy a new jacket/sweater/sweat shirt. You think I wouldn't complain, but she does this so much. I already have 7 jackets at home, all practically new. No lie. I tried explaining it to her, but she is stubborn. Instead of taking the fifteen minute trip home, she took me to Target to make another meaningless purchase. Geez... And she complains on how I spend money. XD

Concerning the Wicked Choir trip, I might not be able to go. You see, I don't want to miss anymore classes. I would be missing a Chemistry lab, which is sinful in the eyes of the Weissbart, and I would be lowering my letter grade from A to B in Italian. I would be so on board if it wasn't for the strep throat, but I want to keep my grades. I could maybe do the later lab as a make up on the May 6th (if the Weissbart doesn't mind me being an hour late) or make it up on May 7th during the lab time that would make me miss Choir, which would inflict a wrath of Dr. Hughes. I would not be able to make up the Italian grade.

Speaking of Italian, the test was not that bad.

After, I hung out with Taka, playing Megaman and drawing Gwen the vagina washer and Sora from Kingdom Hearts. It got me back to drawing once more. I'd like to do some charactures in the future, if I'm ever good enough. I also gave Taka a project over the weekend, to draw her image as I saw it in my blogged dream (Blog 45). I tried being as specific as possible, and it was hard. I don't see the details in my dreams, I see everything as I would see, in first person and in visual concepts.

And I doodled my way through a short Biology class.

How-To-Stop-Someone's-Resentment-Toward-You To Do List:

1. Avoid their glances for sometime, get proof of resentment.
2. Look at them in the face, in the eyes, in the soul.
3. Ask them WTH is wrong.
4. Apologize, no matter what it is. Make sure what ever it is NEVER happens again.
5. Do laundry. Might get messy.

Are you talking directly to me?