Saturday, May 31, 2014

And there was dirt.

Well, last night I had an interesting dream.
The Philippines were constantly annoying Canada, which turned into a war. After years of peace, Canada apparently decided it had enough, and then had a dictator in power. On the news it was announced that Canada was planing to nuke the Philippines, and showed the likelihood of the event each hour, as if it were some sort of election. I was calling the country of Canada- Because apparently Canada had a phone number and I knew it- and convincing them not to. Things were looking bright, but then I couldn't find the number on caller ID. I was waiting and terribly upset, though others just seemed moderately bothered by it- As if their favorite sports team was losing. Then, things took a turn for the worst and Canada nuked them. I was very, VERY mad at Canada and humanity itself. Everything was dead there, and would remain dead. I decided I couldn't bear living life with humanity anymore, and that I would go on a one way trip to Mars as soon as it became possible. Everyone else just saw it as a sad event, and moved on. Meanwhile, Canada's ruler built New Canada, a floating artificial land mass with layers and layers of buildings, near the Philippines for Canadian colonists and survivors of the nukes. There were two layers to this place: The colonist level, and the lower level for the Filipinos. They had the same currency, but the money was treated very differently in the two levels, as was every aspect of life, though they were only separated by a glass staircase. You had to pay to go up and look around, but there was no fee to go down. That was where all the affordable shopping was, the cheap labor, and anything they could take advantage of. The lower level was starving in small communes, while the colonists got large suites built into the artificial land mass, over looking the ocean. The dictator was getting very rich on this, and I, who must have been some sort of government official, came to talk about how things were being run. She claimed that the government was communist, but there was obviously great inequality. Sure, they may have been on the separate levels, but nothing really linked the two. She admitted that the communism was really just a front, but I was recording it. I showed the UN- Who apparently would only interfere if a country labeled their government wrong- And got her out of power. It seemed that things would start to go back to some sort of equality, when she said "You think this is all over, but just you wait- This will happen all over the world." She was taken away, but it made me worried.
Meanwhile, the dream went back to myself, and I was watching the news again. It was the weather channel, and it was showing the US with different colors on it, as if tracking wind or temperature. There was waves of brighter colors going through certain areas. It was the aftermath of the nuclear bomb, reaching all the way up to the north. The man said what areas should be evacuated (massive areas of the east coast and mid west) and then zoomed in on Washington state, then on the Seattle area. He said that Seattle would only reach -49 degrees Fahrenheit, and that everyone should be fine as long as they stay in an insulated box for two weeks. I felt very relieved at this, because just north of Seattle things would be deadly. This ironically included Canada.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

GAH.

Well, today was field day. There was barbecue sauce.
PROVE THEM WRONG.
SET YOUR HEAD FORWARD.
MAKE STUFF HAPPEN.
LIVE THE NEXT LEVEL.
BLAST THE SOCKS OFF OF LIFE.
TAKE A STAND.
TAKE ACTION. SPEAK WORDS.
EAT FOOD.
SLEEP.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

MADE STUFF

I made some 1/4 scale clothing today.
I cannot make good trousers. It is terrible XD
That's all I feel like right now- One of my fluffy friends is crying.
Good day.

Monday, May 26, 2014

I am thinking about my thinking.

I am not coy anymore
I can't take a white page and write black letters.
I need to paint them on now, but not at the time.

There is some crazy guy in my head. But there's someone he's hired to take control of me. He's finding he dosn't like this person, and dosn't need them. But they're stuck. He is stuck with this person who matches this physical world, that everyone loves just who they are- A little human in a box.
How disgusting. This crazy guy is odd now, getting bolder- Occasionally almost violent, for no reason at all. He sees something, and knows he must have it- But he's not sure what he wants.
Just knows he dosn't want this drag over him.
You know who I have to be every day? Do you know how sick I feel in my stomach when I have to write out my own name? When I hear it? I have very nearly vomited after hearing MY NAME.
"My Name." I should really fire them.
I am the crazy guy in my head. And being labeled so is making me crazy, coming out in my dreamscape.
When I don't have someone running my life, I feel great. When I'm walking alone, and no body knows me. Thinking of how good it would be if people would know my name. My real name. And they'd call me it, and I'd wave. I'd be an honest fellow, be a bit odd, but a great fellow. I would be how I feel in the mornings, strolling the halls with my head up high (or glancing low), laugh out loud, not be afraid to speak. Be a jerk, and feel sorry for it. Lose things, win things. Get the best things, make me feel alright. Worth it, like everything is worth it for Keith.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

DUDE. THERE IS WATER THERE.

Well, today I realised just how scrawny my action sculpture guy's (action sculpture just seems more of what I'm going for than DOLL) legs were- I always thought there was something off. His legs looked a bit long, but they were proportionable in length. Then I printed some patterns, to realise I had a problem. His hips looked way too wide for his legs. I measured my own legs to find the width of leg to height ratio, and found that there was something very wrong XD So, he's getting fatter all the time, and it's really doing him some good. On the subject of fat, my cat friend chubber has been especially violent in her attempts at hygene- Grabbing the back of my head to lick my hair. I had a dream last night, but I don't remember it, probably couldn't make more than a paragraph of it anyways. It's a shame- prevents me from journaling. Maybe I need to start a dream journal without having standards before publishing- One that no one will ever see, if all goes as planned. What have I done to my brain in the last few years? Must've hit it really hard one day around 8th grade, and forgot about it. It would explain the irregular shape of my scull.
Let's just hope I don't get bald when I'm old. The odds are not in my favor- But I'd probably still be just vain enough to wear a wig. Like Mick Jagger. It's got to be a wig.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

THREE DAYS.

Well, I got my hair cut yesterday. It's all short and nice now. It looks awesome. I had a dream where I joined a nomadic amish group lead by Weird Al, and we'd forage through forests for hours. Whilst being amish. Also, before that, it was 1970 when the Beatles broke up, and Ringo died- But Ringo was Ringo's favorite Beatle, so he was sad, while the other Beatles were disapointed because The Beatles were their favorite band. It's confusing looking back- I think they must have been existing in parallel realities, while knowing of eachother but somehow not recognising that they were in fact the same people. And that there were two Ringos. Also, someone's face got peeled off sometime in all of that, didn't have anything to do with much of it. I think he was put in jail, but like a jail hospital. I have strange bumps on my wrist. It's a bit odd.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

YEAH. MAGIC TIMES.

Well, today I worked on a leg. SOMEONE CLAP FOR ME. I also listened to The Who By Numbers, probably the fifth time in two days. It was like The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars or Lola versus Powerman and The Moneygoround, Part One all over again. I'm sure there were more like that- Abbey Road (besides the fact that it was one of my only three albums at the time), Queen II, Tommy, The Best of T. Rex, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band and so on. Things that I had to listen to repeatedly right when I got them. I should make a best albums list. HERE WE GO (not in any particular order, and without "best of" albums):

The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders From Mars (Which I have played all of the way through at least 60 times according to iTunes)
Abbey Road
A Night at the Opera
Tommy
Lola versus Powerman
Led Zeppelin IV
The White Album
Sgt. Pepper's
Diamond Dogs
Queen II
Led Zeppelin II
Physical Graphitti (Or however you spell it)
News of The World
Sheer Heart Attack
Breakfast in America
The Who Sell Out
The Who By Numbers
Quadrophenia
All Things Must Pass
Brainwashed
Hunky Dory
Aladin Sane
The Man Who Sold The World
Revolver
Live at Leeds
The Traveling Wilbury's Vol I
Rubber Soul
 The Village Green Preservation Society

There you go, TOP 27 ALBUMS, there are possibly more I'm forgetting. Those are albums, plenty of songs I thought of on the way that wern't in these but didn't fit in a really good album, was a single OR were in a best of album, like Raw Ramp, Rain, It Don't Come Easy, Instant Karma, Who Are You, Crackerbox Palace, etc.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

YEAH.

I am awesome at this moment. Maybe. Well, I feel accomplished. LET THE BRAGGING COMMENCE.
Amazing, isn't it?
I sculpted this guy. But that's not all.

















Here he is now, two months later.
YEAH. Just need to work on the arms and one of the legs and I'll be well on my way. Then it will be the detail work. Before then, I'd like to get a wig for him.



 Big difference, as you can see. Besides being full alien and disguised as human.
 And here's some more pictures.

I call this one "DAFUQ"




Monday, May 19, 2014

G'day,

I should put something of significance on here, but I'm not sure. 
That's all of it. This song is over.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Pictures are more than 1000 words- They can communicate what words cannot, mostly unknowingly.

You know, some day I'll have a different blog. And this one. Or maybe I'll just morph it. But one entirely anonymous would be ideal... For the longest time I've had the feeling that I've been hiding behind a rock- Likely just a congealed chunk of mud, dwindling away with rain. I'm not sure if I like it or not. At the same time, very isolated. But I'm at peace with it now, isolation is the only problem at the moment. I don't know what I'm looking for on this computer of mine, but I'm at the point where pictures make my eyes water. And I don't cry anymore.
That's a brilliant thing. There's a big difference between being moved, and being crushed. It's only been tears of realisation of potential, in a way. Reassurance. Two pictures did it for me. (Well, three, if you count that killer jacket I found online, only to realise it cost 180 pounds and I was much too small for it).
Whenever I have a question I know the answer to, I always need to be reasurred. Cowardice, perhaps. Perhaps I'm just scared. Excited, but scared. But the simplest things reasure me beyond disbelife.
I've decided to write things down now. I cannot go on talking in my head- Running out of space up there.
I can see myself in five years. Not dead, but smiling. It's one of the best things to happen to me in a long time.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

My best friend has infinite fat rolls.

Well, my face is drying up. That's the highlight of my day XD
Well, actually the real one is finding this video- Have to say, it's one of my favorite songs, just brilliant in Live at Leeds. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bq1LI3fO_TU&feature=kp&noredirect=1
And that, my friend, is a reason in its self to be a mod.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Lo and Behold

DUDE, I LIKE HAVE A FACE.
I am really tired, but I must make an effort. I didn't do much today, but I have to. 
I had two poptarts today, possibly even four. I cannot remember. 

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

MADE A NEW BLOG TODAY

I now have a half finished blog for my art. SOMEONE CLAP FOR ME. I like the looks of it, and the new dynamic template is quite excellent. I was unsure of what to call it, so I just called it 89000007 ART XD It'll catch on... Maybe. When I'm done, I'll have my bjd progress, tutorials, possibly commision prices, etc. It will hopefully work for my grade. Not that I wouldn't have gotten full credit anyways, but I want it to feel like I'm doing occupational education if that's what I'm getting the credit for. ANYWAYS, I came up with the color scheme myself, so GO LOOK AT IT.
http://89000007art.blogspot.com/
Beautiful, isn't it? I just found some files and stuck them there, I could probably find more if I looked, which I will do. Most of those are at least a year old.
My custom favicon isn't showing up yet, but when it does it should look like this:
Also made that myself, from the colors I made up.

Chubber is sleeping.

Well, I had an interesting dream last night, like an allegory for politics, nearly literal.
There was this place, could have been a small town, a city, or even a small country. It was split in two: The Right Side, and The Left Wing. My dream self lived in The Left Wing, in a classic suburban house with three parents and multiple siblings. I had never set foot in the Right Side, though had seen it on numerous occasions. The Right Side was known in The Left Wing for crossing the borders and killing its citizens, thinking it a mission from God. After all, we were all a bunch of commies.
So, I was in my house, with me and one of my sisters in the dream. I was talking, when I heard someone enter the house- A man from The Right Side. I could tell by his hostile tone and southern accent. I was scared- He heard me, and could very well kill me. My sister said that she would go out and try and drive him away. I said okay, being the coward that I was. She went out on the top of the stair case, and looked down at him. I remember he was dressed in yellow, resembling some sort of comic superhero. I peaked from behind the door, watching his arms stretch up a story tall, grab her by the neck and start to thrash her body around. I heard her suffocating screams, as she was slowly decapitated. The man made references to popular Left Wing stories as he did this, knowing I was there. He mentioned characters seen as heroes, who were assumed to have excaped and lived a happy life- He revealed their painful, sad deaths again and again, until the girl was entirely dead. Shortly after, a couple of my older brothers rushed in, after the man had gone. I was left standing there in shock over the dead body, singing a nursery rhyme about the characters he had talked about. That was all I could do.
A couple of years later, it was a celebration day. An old plane flew over the boarder, dropping baloons on the people below. The baloons were green and red on the Left Wing, white, blue with a touch of red on the Right Side. I watched it solemnly, wishing that all of them would just disapear. Every single person on the Right Side. The name sickened me- Seeming to proclaim that their point of view on life was morally right. That's what they all thought. Their side was stuck in the mindframe of centuries past, while using all of the resources available with modern technology, painting a picture in my mind of a bunch of greedy mindless folk- A bunch of bleeding capitalists, with their red, white and blue.
I couldn't see the wrongs behind the Left Wing- They were hidden from me, and I was some how aware of that fact. There were things I didn't know, but I did know that we had to be better than the Right Side.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

MINESWEEPER.

Well, I was tired today, fell asleep for two hours and had a dream. It felt dark, dimly lit in the dream. But that's all.
I'm trying to get the daily thing going again. Trying XD
I don't know what I used to say.
I've been watching a lot of Good Mythical Morning. I should make some Rhett and Link action figures... That would be cool XD

Monday, May 12, 2014

Well, where do you see yourself in 20 years?
Nah, I don't like that question, it's ugly.
20 months- I'm not sure what time of year that is.
20 days. I may be able to answer that. I'd be doing the same thing.
That was anticlimactic. 

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

GOOD NIGHT.

I need to figure out how to sand a sphere. And other things, I'm sure.
Brian May.

YEAH.

Saturday, May 3, 2014

FACE OF BOWIE.

 YEAH. Did some facework- Something that should be a word- and it looks fantastic. Just needs a bit of work on the nose and eyelids, and he'll be good to go.

Friday, May 2, 2014

Dead, alive, dead and somewhat living again.

Well, I'll go to sleep tonight. Had a dream last night but I cannot remember it. Night before that it was very... Psychological. Interesting, and slightly disturbing. Oddly enough, it involved characters from a book I attempted to put together. I don't remember all the details, but there it was.
I just want to sleep now, no more words from me XD