TANSAMB o: url
TANSAMB o: allan is a fucked up man.
TANSAMB o: i wouldn't endorse hasselhoff at gunpoint.

this is how allan got his little brother to click on it:

SARCASTIC SAUCE: nah, that ones cool, check it.
TANSAMB o: if you leave the cursor on the url for a second, it indicates that this is a jpeg.
TANSAMB o: fuck that.
SARCASTIC SAUCE: oh god. it's clean like mr.

repeat science.

those two words popped into my head, and even though i'm not quite sure of the meaning they coalesce together as, i feel right in saying that those two words best describe THE JOSEPH EXPERIENCE^TM right now.

at 3:51 pm today i could tell it was so fucking beautiful outside, with the sun casting down it's rare flare on a winter seattle. but after establishing my character in final fantasy tactics, josie del sol, i was too tired to care about staying awake. after sleeping in my parents bedroom for two hours, i awoke to a sunset. josie of the sun, indeed.

mid-day naps are a joy, just like freshly baked cinammon rolls and mochi ice cream.

i suck at drawing, yet i always find myself engaged in doodles during 2nd and 3rd period american studies. i swear, i titled the paper that was supposed to be my notes with "progressionism," and at the end of class ruslan was telling me to "stop with the pornography already." I VERY MUCH WISH I COULD DRAW WOMEN.

it's only the beginning of this semester and i'm already trailing behind on my school work. eep.

when i came home from school today, i fell asleep on my brother's bed, and i woke up at six with john lying down beside me. after that, i read some comic books, and then i played the fucking guitar for god knows how long. i've been playing the same chords over and over again; i haven't gotten tired of them yet. all the while, i was sneaking past the living room to catch a couple of the scenes from death to smoochy, 'cuz my dad was watching the dvd. oh the subtle hilarity of that movie! after talking to minh on the phone (i'm as familiar with the use of the telephone as i am with the anatomy of flying prehistoric fish [not very].), i prayed with my family, and then my mom scratched my back for a good half hour.

as you can see, I HAVE NO TIME FOR FUCKING HOMEWORK.

going to the comic con was pretty cool. i left my house at 9:00 am and took the 101 down there all by myself. i'm so giddy by my own independence. i dressed warmly (my first scarf-wearing of the year!). i bought a lot of comic books, because there was a comic stand there which had a 5/$1 bargin. i also found the first issue of savage dragon there for it's cover price of $1.95, and i got it signed by it's creator, erik larsen.

the people who attend comic book conventions are typically at the edges of social extremes. punks, squares, and 40 year old virgins. those who did bring children as proof of the crazy notion that nerds do in fact, breed, were still on the hunt for comics from the silver age.

luckily, i'm not a complete comic geek. i think. at least my body is in shape, and i don't wear eyeglasses with a scary beard.

all in all, it was a journey well traveled.

when i got home at around 3:45 pm (i transferred from the 101 to the 106 to take the scenic route home), i watched death to smoochy. that movie is twisted, but good nonetheless. it made me want to dance after i saw it.