ACCOUNTING + HENRY IS A PSYCHIC?

I'm finally starting to warm up to my accounting course, mostly because we just got back our exams today and I got a pretty good grade, much better than I expected it to be. I also bought these amazing leather gloves and they where quite affordable. Work was long and nothing exciting really happened. Looking forward to tomorrow because I can finally print Sammy Boy on some shirts.

Tonight the strippers will not appear, come back tomorrow for some more stripper fun. However I still have a story for all of you.

Henry was a business man who worked in a tall sky scrapper in a large city. His job as a business man was to make sure that the company he worked for was doning everything in working order, making sure that no rules where being bent. His company sold insurance. He wasn't an insurance agent though, his job was to actually collect on people who had not paid up. He traveled around all the time, going to people's home, seizing their property and collecting millions from people who did pay.

One day he came into the office as usual, with coffee, donut and newspaper in hand, when he noticed everyone was staring at him. He looked about and everyone's face was in a state of shock and disbelief. He made a full circle to view this. Everyone then just sank back into their cubicles as if nothing happened. So Henry continued on his way to his corner office. When he got to his office saw the board of directors sitting and chatting. They all looked up at him when he came in and also started in disbelief at him.

He wondered why everyone was acting this way, and as he was about to say something, with his chocolate covered donut falling towards the carpet, his bosses got up and said the following "OH MY GOD, we all thought you were dead!!!" Henry raised an eyebrow, looked around the room and simply stated " Well I'm here right now, so I guess I'm not dead. Why would anyone think I was dead, anyway?" He looked around the room and everyone stirred. Then one of them grabbed the paper that he was holding and on the front cover was his photo, a photo of himself he had never seen or remembered ever taking.

The front page of the paper led to an article about a freak plane accident that he was supposedly in. The article stated that they didn't find his body and presumed that he had perished along with the 67 other victims that where listed in the manifest logs. Bewildered by this he wondered why people thought he was one of the victims, did he really die and somehow come pack to life? He didn't know and simply said "That can't be me, someone must have the same name." Everyone agreed and celebrated that their best man was okay. The day continued on it's normal vibe.

UNTIL...

 A loud cracking noise appeared. Henry awoke, only to find himself strapped into his seat in first class. The cracking was the wing of the plane breaking off and falling towards the earth. Next thing he knew the plane was making a nose dive towards the ground, everyone around him panicking about his or her life. After, what seemed like forever, the plane smashed into the ground killing everyone on the plane, including Henry.

He couldn't believe that he was dreaming about the accident right before it happened. Now as his body lay in the burning wreckage, he thought of that dream and wished that he would have never gotten onto that plane and wondered why he was running really late before his flight, was it because for some reason life wanted him to live and hence had tried to slow him down, or was it just that his time had come and that there is nothing he could do about it now.

THE END.

STRIPPERS & READING!!!

Well today I officially started to read Female Chauvinist Pigs: Women and the Rise of Raunch Culture and so far so good, even though I'm only on chapter 2 of the book. A good friend of mine recommended it to me, even though she is actually reading it for one of her courses and I'm reading it just for fun. The way it's written somewhat reminds me of Freakonomics  and Super Freakonomics  by Steve D. Levitt and Steven J. Dubner. nIf you haven't read either of those books, my suggestion is please do, they are amazing reads, and they actually made economics sound interesting and super fun.

I'm still wondering how I did on my accounting, business law, and marketing exams that have happened over the past week, I only know what I got on my calculua exam.

Oh came by the studio again today and no one was there once again. I sometimes wonder if all of this is done on purpose, like not calling me and elling me that you're running late or something, because you know what I have to take the bus, and I always have my school backpack with me that always weighs about 10 to 15 pounds. I thought I was going to print today but no that plan fell right through, I ended up coming home way early and watching Bend It Like Beckham for a second time this week. I know, I must have nothing else to do, right?

I really wanted to take a nap when I came home, but that also seemed to fall through for I had to do some homework for next week.

Evian was a stripper for a high end night club. People paid a lot to get in and see the show, men and women alike. Evian's act wasn't the main attraction however, the stripper everyone came to see was Bliss. Bliss and Evian were best friends from childhood and as little girls always wanted to be dancers. Well now they were dancers but not the kind that their parents approved of.

The night club that they danced at was AstroStar. It had a futuristic theme to it, all about space age as well as technology and they served all sorts of drinks to it's customers. Evian use to be a bartendress at AstroStar before becoming a rookie stripper, and the way Bliss and Evian got involved in this business was because they knew a few people who owned the place, but that comes along later.

Evian was tall with gorgeous chestnut hair that fell down in beautiful curls, down her back. She had a few freckles on her cheeks and very pouty lips, some one once said the lips of an angel. She had glittering green eyes that were wide and whenever the light hit them they would sparkle like the stars. She was a better dancer than Bliss, but Bliss got the job because of her connections with the club.

Bliss was also tall and gorgeous just like Evian, she had black hair that which was mid length which she spent an hour taking care of each morning. Her eyes were a warm honey colored brown. Her skin was fair and she had a very long neck. Even though she wasn't the better dancer she was quite convincing when it came to getting what she wanted in life.

Evian was currently watching Bliss do her usual routine that she did on Thursday nights. She would come out in a fluffy little sweater with hot-pink fishnet stockings, white garters and patent leather white 7 inch heels. Bliss usually went around the pole twice before revealing to the audience what she had on underneath. The set she was wearing tonight was was a white low-cut bra, where you cold almost see a nipple peeking out but not quite. The fabric on the bra was a sheer patterned one, so you could barely make out the nipples when the spot light shown on Bliss. The bottoms where these cute little shorts with tons of ruffles, once these shorts would come off there was a matching thong with a white bow holding everything together in the back.

Bliss had been on stage now for 5 minutes, the climax of her performance was coming up, and during this portion of her routine another girl would come out, and they would dance together for a few moments, sliding on the pole together and then ending it with  kiss. Then the girl would get off and Bliss would continue undressing herself for the audience while still performing her tricks. After Bliss's performance she would always invite a special guest back stage. Every night it was the same person who was the special guest every night, it was her husband.

Bliss had finally finished her performance and was heading backstage to see Evian when one of AstroStar's customers tried to grab her. He pulled her down and said in his drunken voice "I've come here every night for the past two weeks to see you perform and why is it that you always pick the same man and not me?" Bliss with the help of her husband got this customer off of her as soon as possible, and continued backstage. The manager, Troy, came up to her and asked if she was alright after being assaulted. Bliss nodded as she put her robe on, saying "Make sure that never happens again, I don't want anyone including me to get hurt because of someone who thinks it's okay to grab us." Troy agreed and told her that they had kicked him out for tonight, but if he does come back that they'll keep an eye on him.

Evian ran up to Bliss reaching out to hug her, Bliss accepted this hug and whispered in Evian's ear "I can't believe that happened again, it's the same guy." Evian looked at Bliss, and said "It can't be, are you sure?" Bliss nodded her head and began to cry into Evian's shoulder.

This thought came into Evian's mind : Has the moment finally come in which our past's will catch up with us?

FIND OUT NEXT TIME!!!!

WHERE HAS TIME GONE OFF TO?

What an excellent night of sleep I had last night, even though it wasn't really enough, I wish I could have slept a bit longer, but as usually my alarm goes off and I just simply refuse to press snooze. I've also gotten to the point where I will do most of my calculus homework and if I can I'll try and finish it whenever possible. Also had the first accounting exam, I think I did OK. At work however we got to unassemble and then reassemble some bookshelves, took about 4 hours but was a great way to pass the time, especially when it seems to crawl to a stop at work. Needless to say those shelves where really dirty, meaning that they had tons of hidden dust here and there. However after this we had to move aka "shift" books from other shelves to make room for more books.

My Keane T-Shirt design was featured today with some of the other entries!!!

Today I also purchased the most tastiest GLUTEN FREE bread, by UDI. Absolutely love it, even though it tends to be a bit dry but that can be fixed with butter.

Well it's story time, and today I don't feel like writing much.

There once was a peach named Barry. He fell in love with a maraschino cherry.

Little did he know that she was something different, for all he cared about was her appearance. He would watch her from afar, from the peach tree that he hung from. She always sat on the top self in a glass jar. He didn't know her name but was ever so bright and glittery.

Then one day the jar was gone, and Barry began to panic. He wondered what had happened to his dear little sweetheart. So he watched the window for minutes not blinking or looking away. Moments pasted and the jar reappeared, but there was no cherry, only the red gloss that she lived in.

Barry began to weep, for his dear had disappeared. Then a moment passed and a person came out of the house. With them they carried an ice cream sundae, and right on top on the sundae was his beloved cherry. He followed her until the person picked her up and ate her. Barry gasped and was bewildered why someone would do such a thing. Next thing he knew he was being plucked from the peach tree, and carried to a bowl of water, washed and then all of a sudden he felt an intense pain that came from his side. For the person had taken a bite of him and now in his last moments he watched his short and fruitful life flash before him.

THE END.

MATH it will indeed KILL YOU!!!

Well as far as Monday's go, it was okay, I watched Magnolia and I have to say It's one of the longest films ever, but a good film none the less. Now another film that is ever so lengthy is Love Actually, it's about two and a half hours long, and most of it is a waste of time.Some of the story lines that they got going they could have just left out of the film. So all in all some long length features I think should just be cut down into 100 minutes at the most, while a film like Magnolia was excellent in length and I never lost interest in the story. After Magnolia however I watch Bend It Like Beckham the best football (soccer) film ever made, if you haven't seen it you're definitely missing out!

I also finished The Sirens of Titan by Kurt Vonnegut, a very delightful book, if you have the chance go ahead and read it.

Math can literally kill you if you're not so careful. I once knew someone who got so caught up in math, that by the time this person finally got through all of the math that they ever needed to take in school, they actually looked like the living dead.

However don't get me wrong when I say math is "bad". In some professions it has a ton of advantages, such as the following:

Accounting

Finance

Business Information Systems

Engineering

Economics

Mathematical Sciences

Physics

High School Teacher
College Professor

Just to name a few. However in most of these fields you do have to have a pretty decent degree in order to make good money. So when this person thought that they were all finished with math in high school, oh were they ever so wrong about that. Once they got into their dream school they though "I'm in the home run, four years and not a single math course" HA HA HA, were they in for a surprise. A surprise that is just like a Jack-In-The-Box, who pops out at you at the end of the tune and scares the living daylights out of you, even though you knew it was coming to get you.

Anyways on with my lovely story about how math can literary kill you. After all of the required math courses where taken there was just one last upper-level course that needed to be completed in order to get the degree. Well this person was only missing this one class, so they signed up for to get it over with. The class was a class that only lasted four weeks, but you had to meet every single day for 6 hours. That’s 120 hours for that course, and you only meet on the weekdays.

Well this person was in a pile of homework at the end of each day, that they started to live off of caffeine. They not only drank coffee and Red Bulls, they even bought that disgusting tasting gum, and those caffeine tablets people sometimes take. By the end of the second week of class this person hadn't slept in 7 days, that's 168 hours, which is 10,008 minutes which is 604,800 seconds.

By the end of the third week this person had lost so much weight that they were considered anorexic. They had not slept in 14 days, that's 336 hours, which is 20,160 minutes which is equal to 1,209,600 seconds. Can you just imagine not sleeping that long. I was surprised they were still able to go to class and then to work right afterwards. Their boss probably thought it was a new diet or something.

By the end of the four weeks of this, they hadn't slept for 21 days, that’s 504 hours, which is 30,240 minutes which equals to 1,814,400 seconds. By this time this person looked like a corpse who came out of the grave to take care of unfinished business. However this living dead dressed pretty well and could actually afford to go purchase all of this caffeine that they had consumed.

I heard after their final they also got an honorary degree in math just for completing that course, but the hell they went through was so much, that even to this day they will never be able to catch up on the missing 189 hours of sleep that they were deprived from during this period. If you are wondering how I got the 189, it's easy 21 days x 9 hours of sleep per night = 189 hours of sleep in total.

So if they only decided to do themselves a favor and sleep during this period they would have been better off, and they won't look like they are 45 when they are really only 25.

So really in this case math didn't kill anyone, but all the textbooks and notes that you would have used would probably kill you if they were all combined and they where to fall on top of you from 10 stories up or more. Plus you'd probably be broke as well since textbooks cost an arm and a leg, and I should know because I work at a campus bookstore.

So don’t slack in math, the faster you get it over with the better for you.

THE END.

MINI ART UPDATE! SEPTEMBER 27th 2010 & HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIKO!

ZOMBIE WINDOWS WELCOME SCREEN

Reflection STUDY 1

Fractal Experiment 1

 I wanted to Draw an Elephant.

Happy Birthday Eriko! Whereever you are have a fantastic day!

- Vera



ZOMBIE GORE = BLOOD & BONES

Present day technology is just amazing, especially when it comes to the effects that can be done in films. For those who have seen Zombieland, you just know how amazingly violent and gory it can get. Which brings me to my next point, the same style of violence can be viewed in Shaun of the Dead, Sin City, Watchman and Hot Fuzz (when comes to graphic violence). My best way of discribing this sort of violence would be in this one word : ULTRAVIOLENCE!!!

The purity of how violent these films are is just fasinating to watch, which such graphic detail that it seems so real. So thanks to visual effects teams who dream all of this up.

Now I so want to watch Stanley Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange. Just for the ultraviolence.

In a place far, far away, there was a shed in the middle of a wooded land. This shed was red and had a broken window pane that no one bothered to fix. The wind would howl through this window and make the entire shed shake as if it was made from straw. The only way to get to this shed was by foot mostly because there where so many trees that surrounded it. If you were to step inside the shed you would find a nice and neat work table and bench. This table stood in front of the window with the broken pane. Next to the work table was a small and efficient furnace that didn’t always burn certain things so well.

There is also a small bed with a dresser. On the dresser there is a watch. And the time says 1:52 pm. You can hear it ticking away. Directly above the bed and the dresser is a wall covered in photos of hundreds of different people, some of them look familiar and you wonder whatever happened to them, will it happen to you too. Some of the images are covered in blood and some are not. You try to speculate why that is, and you learn much later why.

Next to the work table on the floor was a trap door, that was once covered with a rug, but now lays exposed. If you were to open this trap door it would led you to a place that was close enough to be considered hell. There is a foul stench that can only be identified as rotting corpses, there is blood stained on the floor with bits of bone here and there. As you step down the rickety stairs the stench grows stronger and stronger.

On one of the walls there is a rack full hanging knifes and sharp utensils all blood stained. Directly below this rack was a slab of damaged white granite with dents and score marks. It looks like a butchering block, for that was its purpose. At the end of the slab was a rusted bucket.

There was only a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling that lit up this dungeon. Right over the granite slab was a work lamp that could out shine the single light bulb that hung in the middle of the room. With the light bulb on it would constantly swing back and forth and you would be able to see the shadows that danced about the walls. The floor was made of poured cement, and to the touch was cold and hard. In the middle of this floor was a drain, it drained away all sorts of fluids. The fluids had made a path that they seemed to use constantly. It drained right into a little creek about a mile or so away, which no one hiked around.

Next to the shed was a well which had dried up oh so long along, that the bucket could be seen on the way bottom of the well when the sun was ever so high in the sky.

There was also few other things that you would see when you looked down into the well, but you had to look really hard since the distance down was quite great. At the bottom with the bucket where bones, not animal bones but human bones, which would be hard to identify from so high up with so little visibility, even during the brightest and clearest day of the year. It might not look like much but there happen to be a hundred or more skeletons at the bottom of this well, for when the person who butchered these victims thought no one would ever find their bodies at the bottom, since this place would never be found.

There was no clothing on the bottom since all of it had been burned in that little furnace inside the shed which was next to the work table. However you could sometimes catch a glimmer of something shining from the bottom up to you, you might guess that they are stones glimmering in the sunlight, but no they are the gems of all the victims that this slayer had butchered.

The only reason why you know all of this is because you too are one of the victims being led to their death by a person who finds it fun to do what they do to others. This person will be caught you tell yourself, but little do you know that this person will fall to their death when they dump your bones down into that well. For they will slip on some mossy and wet stones, that lead up to the well, while carrying what is left of you, and fall directly in, breaking their neck before they are able to scream and hit the bottom.

Your death will be avenged fifty years later, when they start cutting down the forests for fuel and a roadway. They will find 452 complete skeletons on the bottom of the well and a still decomposing corpse that is being eaten by maggots the size of one’s finger. The people who will find this site will finally solve the mystery of all the missing people who got slaughtered by a psychotic killer, who enjoyed what they did to the people they caught. They will tell the victim’s families and return any belonging that had been found.

You now only wished that you didn’t have to go out late one night by yourself to see the stars above that glittered down upon you. You only wish you didn’t talk with that stranger who came up to you. You wish that you had stayed were you where and not doubted yourself about the decision to not follow them somewhere unknown. You wish that you had not followed them to an unknown location where they tied you up and put you in the back of their truck.

You only wish you were still alive.

THE END.



The Sirens of Titan + 5 HRS of "WORK" = NEW SHORT STORY?

Working on a Saturday is super slow, slower then a snail will crawl, but an easy 5 hours earned of just "working". For example I read 75% of The Sirens of Titan while at work and was amazed that I did actually still help out customers when they did come by for a textbook. One thing I love working Saturdays is also that you somewhat sleep in and then once your off the entire day really isn't wasted. I'm lucky I didn't hear crickets going off, because that is how quiet it got at times in the store.

When I came home I finally got around to watching Whip It and shortly after watching that I watched Coco Before Chanel. Both where very interesting films, but I'd pick watching Whip It  over Coco Before Chanel any day, not that I saying you shouldn't see it but it's completely different and I guess after watching two films in a row, I preferred the first, mostly because I had put off watching Whip It  for a long time.

However I heard that going to an actually roller derby event isn't all that fun.

I also plan on sleeping in for a bit and I'm looking forward to it so much, for it is much needed rest.

There once where two best friends who could never be separated from one another. It was as if they where attached by the hip. They knew each other from childhood and they knew each others secrets. As they grew up they went to the same schools, liked the same food and loved very similar subjects. They even shared a favorite hairstyle. Some people thought that they where twins, just by the way they looked and acted.

Time passed so fast for them that by the time they where grown they didn't have any identity of who they really are. They where copies of one another. So they decided to expand and explore on their own for a while, without seeing one another. Their final decision on this exploration was that in a three month period they will truly find themselves and meet again to see what has been discovered.

One decided to finally go out and find things that she hadn't ever seen or experienced before. She got a job, found a strong liking to Vietnamese cuisine and decided to go on a trip around Europe to see all the lovely things that she had read about in travel magazines.

The other decided to explore more in depth of what she "liked". She tried everything she so called "liked" and whatever she found to be not right she changed, she found something that actually suited her better.

The three months passed by so quickly for the two, that when they met once again, they couldn't believe how much they had changed. They told each other what they did in those three short months and to each of their amazement found out that certain things that they had explored where the same. After this meeting they decided to go their separate ways again and meet up once again like they just did.

Well years passed and each of them felt that something from their lives was missing, and when they finally figured out the missing link they called each other up. They met again but since a few years had past each was unrecognizable to the other. They couldn't believe that they had changed so much, especially since they where the bestest of friends. So they finally caught up with one another, enjoying the chats and the laughs that they had experienced. One of them finally got her dream job and was happy at how well everything had turned out for her. While the other was happy for still having such an amazing friend around, that had been missing for sometime as well as hearing the joyous things that she experienced.

They promised that they would call one another at least once a week to catch up since whenever they met there was a lot to fill in. Well sadly calling each week worked for a while until it just started to become inconvenient since each one was living life they way they wanted. The calls then finally ended and they didn't contact one another for a long, long time.

By now 65 years have passed since they first decided to go and explore the world for themselves. Now they where both old and crippled with little to do in life, so they found each other once again. This last and happy reunion lasted until they both passed away, for they knew each others lives so well that now even their children and grandchildren where the bestest of friends that could ever be found.

THE END.

CD Sleeve ART + A Short Story -- Just for all of you

Tried again to sleep in on my day off, that plan however fell through since my brain has decided that 7 hours is good enough while my body is like "NNNOOOOOOO, IT ISN'T!!!!!". However I did get a lot of things done like bought shirts to be printed on, pre-ordered Mt. Desolation by Mt. Desolation which comes out on October 18th 2010 (http://www.mtdesolation.com/). I also finally got around to purchasing Plastic Beach by the Gorillaz as well as some stuff that I lost a while back, such as Proof of Youth - The GO! Team and Zombies!Aliens!Vampires!Dinosaurs! - Hellogoodbye.

Later I met up with my best friend, Jessica, and I so wanted her to see Sammy Boy in person, but that didn't work out as planned. I got there and no one was there, and the fact that I called in earlier to say I was coming by puzzled me even more. Usually when someone calls to say they are coming in, usually they let you know if it's okay or not. Well it was okay, until when the time came to stop by no one was there. EPIC FAILURE!!! The least someone could do is call me and let me know before I got there that they had decided to leave earlier. Now I have to bring the shirts back next Wednesday when I have a super heavy backpack to carry from my classes and with things to turn into the library. I'm sorry to say this but someone needs to write things down so they know, otherwise don't tell people one thing and then flake out.

I also just started to read another Kurt Vonnegut novel by the name of The Sirens of Titan. So far so good, especially since Vonnegut is my favorite author, love his writing style. If he was still alive I would have loved to meet him. Will probably finish the novel by Monday.

Besides that nothing new, got the lovely idea of printing Sammy Boy on some shirts, so if you want a shirt with Sammy Boy from me, just contact me and we can arrange something. This is Sammy Boy (sorry for the blurriness, taken with the camera on my phone and Sammy Boy is really only the octopus, not whatever is added in this print):

I also bought some super delicious chocolate bars from Chocolove. They make the best local chocolate ever, very rich in flavor --- http://www.chocolove.com/

There once was an elephant of a blue grey color that lived up in the clouds. One day out of pure boredom he decided it would be fun to hang gigantic strawberries from the clouds so that everyone down on the surface could see them and wonder in awe how they got so big and ended up in the sky. This elephant's name was Damien. All his life he lived in the sky for unknown reasons, so when he decided to hang the strawberries, it was just to entertain the creatures on the surface.

One day when Damien was wandering around up in the sky, he thought it would be an amazing idea to make strawberry smoothies and share them with the creatures on the surface. His idea was mostly to make friends with the creatures on the surface since there wasn't really anyone up in the sky to socialize with. So after making these super delicious smoothies he delivered them to the creatures on the surface for a try, but when he got to the surface, everyone was scared of him since no one knew who he was or what he was. He tried to greet them by offering the smoothie but no one would approach him, and after a few minutes of staring at him they all ran separate directions either to hid or to be away from him as far as possible.

Damien, sensing that he was unwanted decided to leave the surface and never return. As he started to ascend into the clouds he gave one last glance to the surface and he noticed that there was only one creature left, a tiny animal who was somewhat hidden under a bush. The creature was a ferret named Frederick. Frederick saw that Damien saw him hiding under the bush, so he came out and asked "What are you and whatever did you bring with you?" Damien, who had to think about the question for a moment answered this "I'm an elephant that lives in the sky, amongst the clouds and the stars. I brought with me a gift to share with you all, but it seems that no one wants to accept it from me."

Frederick, still nervous of the thought of such a huge creature living in the sky wanting to share was a bit strange, but decided not to panic in this situation. He stood on his hind legs and said "Well whatever did you bring for us? It smells pretty good." Damien looked down into the pitcher and said "Well it's a strawberry smoothie made from the strawberries that hang in the sky. Why do you want some?" Frederick nodded and cautiously approached Damien and the pitcher of strawberry smoothie. He came up to the rim, Damien lowered it so Frederick could take a sip. He took one sip, stopped, and then continued to drink from the pitcher until there wasn't anything left.

Damien starred at Frederick amazed that such a small creature could drink so much so fast. The next thing he knew Frederick is asking if he could also go up into the sky with Damien. Damien shrugs and says why not, and Frederick climbs on to Damien's back for the long journey into the sky. On the journey up, Frederick sees all of the wonderful things that can't be seen from the surface. The land is wide and at the end there is actually a coast. They get higher and higher and it gets colder and darker. After a few hours of climbing, Frederick asks "How much longer until we get there?" Damien answers "Another hour or so." Frederick curls up into a ball and falls asleep for the rest of the trip.

Startled by a loud noise, Frederick wakes up only to find himself in a black storm cloud with Damien nowhere in sight. He looks around frantically for his new friend but can't find him anywhere, only the empty pitcher on which he himself stands is all that is left of Damien. He crawls inside for safety and soon enough falls back into a deep slumber. Frederick finally awakens to a bright light, he sees that it is the sun that has just come up and the storm has cleared.  He sticks his head out to see if Damien is anywhere, and sure enough he is out in the distance coming towards the pitcher. Frederick decides that he should run towards Damien, so as he steps out of the pitcher he feels the vapory clouds, and as he steps forward he starts to fall through. He tries to take another step but it's too late, he is falling a great distance down to the surface from whence he came.

He sees Damien run towards him and try to catch him, however it is far too late, for only Damien can walk in and amongst the clouds and stars. He is the only one who can enjoy what is beautiful, rare and quite untouchable to others, other then himself. Damien regrets taking Frederick up into the sky, and is dismayed at what has become of Frederick.

Damien sees Frederick fall to the surface and thinks of the journey that they spent together, he doesn't understand why such a lovely creature such as Frederick can't also enjoy the clouds and the stars. Little does he know that when he turned his back and walked a distance amongst the clouds that Frederick had reappeared and is also now one of the few who roam the skies. He hears Frederick's voice, and can't believe that someone who has passed is speaking with him.

Days pass and Damien hears Frederick calling out to him, he thinks nothing of this, it's only a voice. Then out of nowhere Frederick appears and Damien, not believing what he sees, asks "However did you get here and how can you also walk amongst the clouds and the stars."

Frederick answers "For I am just like you now, I have passed and this is where I come to live for the rest of time."

THE END.

WORK @ a bookstore & why the TEXTBOOK section is "CLOSED" + NEW SHORT STORY

For those who don't know I work at the local campus bookstore and we sell super expensive textbooks that cost an arm and a leg. So that being our business we always get some customers who just don't understand why certain things are at the bookstore, for example after the 3 weeks of "Rush" we rope off the textbook section so hat if you need a textbook the book floor staff will be able to get it to you. Unfortunately even people who have gotten into university still can't read the sign that says " Textbook Area is Closed -- Please See Customer Service for Assistance" when they are taped to the dividers, are in big bold letters and in visible view. Anyway that is what is currently happening at the bookstore I work for, I fin it fun to observe university students who think that because the signs there that it's not for them; OH how they are wrong!

I also finished Breakfast of Champions, great novel with very amusing pictures! Now it's time for me to finally finish Any Human Heart by William Boyd. I will probably also final finish watching Watchman, for some reason I can't see it one sitting, maybe it's because I'm easily distracted sometimes.

I'm starting a new project where I'm going to try and post a new short story every night. They will always vary, but I just want to see if people read them and just to get a lot stuff out of my mind. I guess it would be a mind dump in a way, where stuff that influences me will get dumped into a story for all the world to read. Before each story will be a piece of art that is specifically made for it.

There is dust in my bowl. I see a fish swim by. I wonder what would happen to the plant we live on once we are all gone, just as the dust in my bowl. I wander about the room looking for a crack in the wall to look through and see the outside. I finally find a crack, it's just big enough to look through and all I see is a blinding light that is coming from the yard. I exit the room, only to go outside and peer in through the same crack in the wall, but this time I can see the entire world looking back at me as if I'm the sideshow. I step away from the crack only to find myself standing with the stars. I close my eyes to clear my mind.

After a few breaths I open them again only to see that I am still in space looking and wondering how I got here. I slowly notice that I am not standing, but I'm floating, with stardust whizzing about like glitter does. I try to move to get close to some of the stars, but they seem to be running away from me. I try to call out. Nothing. Why is it that whenever one tries to reach out people and things run the opposite way? Is it because of something that was said or an action they found offensive?

I decide to keep to myself. So I curl up into a ball and fell asleep. I dreamt. The dreams started to repeat themselves until I knew them by heart. It's just like a broken record someone is playing and no one can change it to the next song. I finally get out of the cyclical dream and awaken in a mossy field on a cliff. It's cold and I can feel the sea mist rising from the ocean and hitting my face. I look out and the sea seems to be angry, right before a storm. Thunder claps it's hands for me and sends a flash of light into the sea. The clouds light up and I can briefly see all of the layers that make up the storm. The wind picks up and all of a sudden I am lifted away like a leaf on an autumn day.

I hover and float across a field over a stone wall and into someones yard. I fall to the ground and seem to pass out. Only later do I open my eyes and see someone standing over me, waving their hand in front of my eyes as if to make sure I'm alive. I get up in a hurry without any help, to see where I am. I'm still in the same yard that I flew into, but I'm no longer a leaf that was blow by the wind. I stagger and stretch. The person who has found me asks who I am, I tell them "I am here from afar, can you help me get back home?" They respond with a nod of the head and invite me indoors so I can get all warmed up.

I enter their home, a nice stone cottage, with a vegetable garden off to the side overlooking the sea on top of the cliff. The sea is clam and quite, as if there wasn't a storm. Once inside they offer me a chair. I sit. They pour me a cup of warm English tea. The aroma is strong and refreshes me instantly. They leave the room to go get a blanket. While they are out I close my eyes and think of where I've been and how did I ever get here. My journey seems to be a blur, but that doesn't matter now, for I am safe.

 The smell of the tea fills the room and a kettle starts to whistle. I open my eyes only to find that I'm back at home, sitting next to the swimming fish and bowl with the dust. I get up and walk towards the kettle and shut it off, only noticing that I'm still holding the cup that was given to me only moments ago in a completely different and unknown place. I wonder "how is it possible?" and the only thought that comes to mind is "because you really where there and you really did see all the amazing things that no one else has experienced or seen"

I find the crack in the wall again, but this time instead of looking outwards I go back and look inwards only to be transported again on an entirely new journey that will last forever and which will always lead me back to the room with the crack in the wall, the dusty bowl and the swimming fish.

THE END.

ENJOY!

Calculus and the SHORT STORY continues.... with something completely different

WOW!!!! The first calculus exam of this semester for me was today, and I was somewhat stressed out that it was going to be super hard, but guess what, wrong again. It seemed to me to be pretty easy, especially the NON- CALCULATOR portion of the exam. Just to make a note of this, I DID NOT STUDY FOR IT --- that's right, did no studying for it at all, not even right before the exam. I was actually read some more Breakfast of Champions since I somewhat want to finish it before the weekend comes. I feel guilt however that I'm currently not reading Any Human Heart by William Boyd as part of my commitment to Mr. Rice-Oxley's book club. but on a side note about the book club -- I only read part of American Pastoral by Philip Roth before I gave up on it and jumped into reading more and more Vonnegut.

Today I checked out Tank Girl, Tank Girl 2 and Tank Girl 3  by Jamie Hewlett & Alan Martin. They are more famously known for doing the Gorillaz illustrations, and I can definitely tell where the style for the characters came from. I also checked out Female Chauvinist Pigs : Women & the Rise of Raunch Culture by Ariel Levy. This book was recommended to me by a friend and I think I might start to read it right after I finish with Breakfast of Champions.

Being hopped up on sugar is not always a win-win situation as it turns out. My advise, which I will probably not even follow, is not to eat an 170g box of Gobstoppers in the morning, otherwise your day will be super bizarre, like today for me. (1) Your totally either spacing out constantly or (2) your super hyper, (3) can't control your laughter, (4) after the sugar high is gone, you want more sugar, whatever the source may be, (5) your teeth might start to ache from eating sugar all day, but you can fix that with brushing your teeth and drinking something that doesn't have sugar in it. Oh and another thing (6) try not to drink carbonated and sweet beverages, it makes it some much worst so much faster.



 I kind of want to write a love story that has a lot of gore, but I don't know if it will be a best seller. So here is a little trial. (Going to keep it PG)

There once was a girl and there once was a boy. They grew up in separate parts of the world. As time passed the girl became a woman and the boy became a man. They lived their happy little lives in their areas of the world. Then one day the man goes to work in the city the woman lives and thrives in. He just happens to start work at a meat processing plant, where he sees blood and guts for 8 hours straight. He starts to hate his job, so he finds another job that isn't all blood and guts.

 He just happens to then apply to the company the woman works for. The company is International Killings, Inc. This company just happens to be involved in the blood and gut  business, mostly human organs, which are used for transplants. The title of the company, even though shocking suits the company well, for when a donor dies they get to collect. This business not only is profitable but the company has access to millions of people in multiple countries, hence the "International" in their company name. "Killing" is actually referring to the price of human organs, they are pretty much murdering your bank accounts if you really need an organ, and people pay a lot for organs.

Anyways that is besides the point. The man finally works with the woman in the same company, in the same department. They soon become friends. After months and months of knowing one another, from working late nights making sure the company's organ inventory is correct and what not, they finally arrange to meet each other outside of work. So they meet for brunch on the weekend and everything goes quite well and they decide to see each other more and more often outside of the work place.

A few months pass and the man and the woman are very close friends, most of their co-workers think that they are dating and are never going to be separated, and secretly they confirm those beliefs amongst themselves. However little did they know that they are being watched by a third party who has become jealous of their relationship. The third party tries to interfere but fails miserably on all accounts. So one day when the woman comes to work early, the third party decides to play a trick on her, they say that the man is no longer with the company. She automatically leaves to go see the man, but he is nowhere to be found, for the jealous third party had sent him away to another branch in another city. They also told him that the woman no longer works for them and he too went looking for her.

Not knowing that they where both lied to they continued their lives not knowing the whereabouts of one another until one day when they where both significantly older and married to others, did they find each other, at the main headquarters of International Killing, Inc. They just stared at each other for hours and hours until the end of time and all that remain of them was dust, because once they saw each other there at the headquarters, the jealous third party blew them away to a billions little pieces, so that their precious organs will never be used.

The third party not only killed them but it killed everyone else that building and in that city, for an apocalypse had come and everyone had panicked, even the jealous third party, but little did the third party know that now since they where dust they could freely move and see each other for all eternity.

THE END.

Well it wasn't that gory but still sad and magical as well as a bit sappy, hope you enjoyed it.

Stressed OUT!!!! + a SHORT STORY

Currently attempting to do my accounting homework but not really getting anywhere, there are so many distractions, and for the most part I'm still a bit confused on some of the things that we have to do for our homework. I know I try my hardest to understand, but I think that it is definitely not working, due to the fact I'm lacking sleep for the past 4 weeks ever since classes have started and I not motivated anymore to concentrate on what matters.

I'm currently running on sugar. The main source being gobstoppers.

And the fact that I also work isn't really helping my case currently, there are much more distractions. I currently started to read Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions and am now half way through it when I should really be studying for exams and paying attention to my studies. I hope this doesn't last this long, because I think I can't take it any longer.

I think I know what I'll make in the morning tomorrow to keep me running : oatmeal with some English Breakfast Tea. That should definitely keep me up and energized for at least 7 to 8 hours before I get hungry again and go on a sugar binge.

Note to self : don't take gobstoppers tomorrow, as defense mechanism against sugar binge again.

A SHORT STORY:

To who ever might read this and think they know who it is about, don't over think it for it is only a story that I would like to tell and get it over with as soon as possible otherwise it will be stuck with me for a while until the time comes to tell it, and by then it would be too late to repeat it.

There are many things that influence peoples thoughts and perceptions of one another. Perceptions can lead to either good or bad feelings in which way someone will react differently to. Please know that. All opinions are just that, opinions, thoughts that go through peoples minds whenever they think and respond.

The earth is full of people who care about someone or something. The reasons why they care about someone or something will vary greatly, but that is not the point, they are at least aware of what and who they care about and that is all that has to be said.

I probably will regret later is that I am currently head over heels for someone and I don't know how else to express my feels about them so I'll just express them now in words, which are so easy to type and publish. If only it was as easy to express how I feel about them now without hesitating to tell them in person about it, I think I will hold back, because I don't want to be disappointed with the possible outcomes that might result from it, just know that I really care and would like to get to know them better so that we can at least be friends, even though I think that we already are friends, even though I am not completely sure about it. I have to stop making promises to myself that I won't fall for someone, because every time I make that promise, it is always broken when I get to know them even more.

I might grow to not stand you anymore, but beware that the future is not predicable and anything can happen, for the present is always changing what might happen in the future, even if the future is just seconds away from happening. Please remember to always know what you want otherwise you will never get to enjoy life to the fullest extent, I know I say this now and I'm trying as hard as I can to achieve these goals as well. Please don't judge me for who I am, for I am only human and humans tend to live life as it comes to them.

THE END.

A Magic Moment I Remember

A Magic Moment I Remember

A magic moment I remember:

I raised my eyes and you were there,

A fleeting vision, the quintessence

Of all that's beautiful and rare.

I pray to mute despair and anguish,

To vain pursuits the world esteems,

Long did I near your soothing accents,

Long did your features haunt my dreams.

Time passed. A rebel storm-blast scattered

The reveries that once were mine

And I forgot your soothing accents,

Your features gracefully divine.

In dark days of enforced retirement

I gazed upon grey skies above

With no ideals to inspire me,

No one to cry for, live for, love.

Then came a moment of renaissance,

I looked up - you again are there,

A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that`s beautiful and rare.

- Alexander Pushkin

Most amazing poem ever written, it is just so stunning and beautiful. There are no other words to describe something that is this amazing.

The most surprising thing however is that it was found in the bar of dark chocolate (Chocolove) that I purchased from Whole Foods. Amazing chocolate with this amazing surprise, who could ask for more?

Keane T-Shirt Design Contest!

Well today I submitted my entry to the Keane T-Shirt Design contest and I am just super happy the way it came out after a few days of not knowing what else to do with it.

This is what I came up when I initially started:

I drew this and since my current occupation is to draw octopuses and other sea creatures, I thought it would be interesting to see an octopus trying to climb a tree.

After the drawing of this image this is what I thought would be my final design for the contest, but boy was I wrong.

This was made a few days later after the drawing of the OctoTree climber. However this morning when I woke up it suddenly hit me: " Why should I only be representing two albums, H&F and UTIS, why not all four?" So I came up with this final design that I am very satisfied with since the image and the colors and everything is just what I want.

 

So yes this is the final result that I submitted this morning after 10 days of not knowing what to do next this is the final product.

For more information on Keane please visit http://www.keanemusic.com/ . For more information on this contest please visit http://tinyurl.com/26xfjqa . To view the other entries so far that have been posted on the Keane website please visit http://tinyurl.com/25ajk9d and http://tinyurl.com/2bevpcf .

Happy Birthday Mr. Richard Hughes!!!!

Wishing Richard Hughes a Happy Birthday!!!

Have a fantastic day!

♥♥♥ Vera

Melissa May's Pattern Play

I was in Melissa May's Pattern Play which was yesterday, September 4th 2010 @ 7pm. My character was Lolita The Long Haired Lady in the Sideshow part of the Show.  I actually quiet liked being in the sideshow part of the show instead of walking down the runway as a model. This is mostly because I loved the way they did my make-up and my hairstyle was very unique. The fashion show it self was nice to watch even though the downside was the lighting was horrible since the show was outside and the only light source we had was the sun plus the show started at 7 pm when the sun started to go down.

Here is what I looked liked for the sideshow part -

I liked the dress a lot was pretty cool to wear it, very Victorian. As you can also tell they added more hair to my already long hair to make it longer. It took about 2 1/2 hours to just braid it. My neck kind of hurt afterwards.

This is me after the show back into my regular clothes, drinking an ever so refreshing apple flavored Izze. As you can see my eye make-up was pretty intense, which I absolutely loved, the colors where amazing and I just love the feel of flash lashes. Make-up artists always have to draw me eyebrows since in real life they are so light in color, I love the way they turned out, they match perfectly.

After the show we went to McDonald's  to grab a few things to eat with my mother and Rachael (I still had my hair up, minus the really long braid + all the eye make-up) and the guy who was working there gave us a few gave us a free strawberry-banana smoothie and extra ice-cream on one of the cones that we got. We speculate this happened because I was the one ordering and he just kept on staring at me in awe, which is a plus for me, because my mother got more ice-cream on her cone and the smoothie was quiet delicious (I only had a sip mostly because I was pretty much stuffed and it was really cold). So in closing I guess it does pay to be pretty because you can get free stuff sometimes depending on where you go. However I have to say I feel somewhat at fault when it comes to things like this, I really wasn't leading him on which makes me feel bad that beautiful people are always doing that to everyone around them. I'm sorry I can't help that I look the way I do.

I would like to thank Melissa May for the opportunity to work with her it's always an amazing experience, as well as Jim, Rachael and my mother for coming and seeing the show and taking these photos of me before and after the show.

Before we left and you can see that I'm starting to undo my extensions. I love how candid this photo is, thanks mum.

Fails & Plastic Beach

When people fail to do their job properly this is what happens:

(1) Art work doesn't get any light, (2) are stuck in a place where people are constantly walking by but not looking at the art they are passing (3) as well as brushing up to it with their elbows, arms and other parts of the body, and (4) why in the world would you put the bigger piece below a smaller piece and away from people's eye level. Anyways, quite upset about how this was hung and presented on a first friday where you get a lot of people coming in to see art.

Me with my art (for some reason I look so weird in this picture, mostly likely because of my disappointment, you can't see it in my face but it's there) :

Perfect time to listen to this - On Melancholy Hill - Plastic Beach by Gorillaz

Probably will be the next album I'm going to purchase to make me a lot happier.