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Happy VD

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I’m not in a words sort of mood. So I’ll keep it short and let the pictures aid me in my laziness.

Here is the heart I gave to my beau. Made an awful mess trying to remove it, staining one of my favorite shirts! And wasn’t I just thrown into a tizzy to find the biomechanical nature of the damn thing. Glad to be rid of it. The ticking was driving me mad.

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Also, I felt the urge to rant against whiny single people who want to stab this holiday with a sharpened spork of doom, as I do every time this year. However I have found out over the past year or so that having a boyfriend makes me “like, totally not understand and stuff”. So since my opinion is now obsolete, and since Mike is too damn awesome for me to make any sort of single person argument,  I will allow Single KT(from a Valentines Day two years ago, no less) speak on my behalf.

THE VALENTINES DAY EQUATION:

1

PLUS

2

EQUALS

3

So take a lesson from that girl. If you’re single, this equals fun times. Good day, chinchillas.

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Does it make me nerdy if I adore this?

And Now For Something Completely Different

Bah to the contemplative blog entry. Yay for pointless, goofy shenaniganry.

Hired for Reporter, the college magazine, as a cartoonist. Mike is insanely babbling as I psychotically scribble upon some helpless engineering students forehead.

Some shady plans involving silicone and resin. Money will hopefully ensue.

Some scratching of a board. Scary angels ensue.

Room a mess. No progress. Tee hee poetry.

Still not writing. Too many ideas.

Cold as a mofo.

Flying Fennec Lizards. ❤

Epiphany

I like my college. ^_^

Just earlier today, as I was cutting a massive bunny head of doom out of fabric, I thought back on some random events from RIT. And I actually got somewhat nostalgic.

Even though I was usually busy and often was locked away in my room being my antisocial self, I miss the times when I was in class with certain crazy classmates and outside of class hanging out with insane and delightful individuals.

So I’m looking forward to seeing you crazy bastards soon…Or at least I better see you crazy bastards. If we neither make plans or stumble upon each other, I will blame you. ^_^

About two weeks.

A moment of silence for our dearly departed

I regret to inform what negative number of people who read this that my precious boots have perished.

So many good times did we have together. Going on memorable adventures. Making great new friends. Battling the Yakuza in the depths of the Amazon. And other such endeavors.

It’s ability to add three inches to my height helped me experience the wonderful lifestyle of slightly above averaged height individuals.

I met so many delightful people at college thanks to those holy footwear. Indirectly, it even aided my meeting with my boyfriend, though he hates to admit it. Silly non-believer.

Although we had a few falling outs…in which my kneecaps got rather scraped and my ankles got dreadfully sore, we still made it through the most difficult of times.

Now with you no longer in my life, I must face the inadequate existence of being negative three inches in height.

I am forced to wear shoes that actually force my feet to bend in such preposterous positions.

Without you reaching high unto my knees, I am forced to expose the horrifying white flesh of my legs. Egads!

The times are hard, but I will carry on with my life. However, you will always remain in my heart.

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Until I get a new pair, that is (And why stop at two?). Expect pictures when the new tenants arrive. >:D

Some 2 Dimensional Tomfoolery

I still find it hard to believe that I can crank out pieces I don’t hate without doing work outside of class. Zomg indeed.

Assigment: Sequence of a performance using a body part

Assignment: Clothing as Metaphor using texture plates

Found a site with random as all hell blog posts. so I may force myself at gunpoint to post some more random wordy shit. Yah, ciao.