Myspace and Blogging are the ultimate forms of vanity and narcissism.

I made a myspace. ;P

So, we keep renting out Lego Star Wars II since it kicks ass. Noone has any money, yet by the time we're done renting it, it will have cost the price of a tv.

Since the video deck still doesn't work at school (it's been a month now I think) I've been creating my own soundtrack for my short film using Garageband. I am trying to channel my inner Butch, Duke, Steve, Shirley and so far it sounds pretty cool and fucked up. Mixing a bunch of shit together, then playing it backwards and half speed makes things sound weird and scary. I played the frenzied guitar/drum part in Bad Boyfriend backwards and slowed it down to 25% speed; weird and scary yo. It's fun not knowing what you're doing but still being happy with the results.

Myspace lags as bad as my World of Warcraft server. Get that Tom guy to do something about it!

Did Everyone Get Bored With Blogging?

My last two posts got zero comments. That hasn't happened in a year. I must be slacking in my duties of entertaining and blogging. Where is Lukey? I miss her.
My hard drive is ok. I thought it was lost since my computer wouldn't start with it attached in there with the new one. It just made weird noises. Finally, after switching around the cables a couple of times, it worked. I spent hours copying and pasting everything of value since I didn't know if I had a second chance. I think my computer problems are officially over. Although that has been said before and bit me in the ass big time.
Well, I'm off to bed. Have a long day ahead of me tommorow, must beat Lego Star Wars II with little brother. If we were all legos, this world would be a better place. That's my theory. Love to all my bitches.

Shaun

My hard drive is gone.

My hard drive is corrupted beyond repair. Pirated Windows doesn't work with updates. Go figure.

The Shaun Going Back to School Saga Episode I- Did I Break the Video Deck?

School started last Tuesday. I am only taking three classes this semester so I have more time to do out of school shit. I have the Modern Short Story (which doesn't include comic books. OMGWTF RIGHT LOLOLOLOL?q??!2) I really want to submit all my papers this semester using the 12 year old Aol translator. Anyway, then America at the Movies and Child Psychpathology. That last one is easy since I have my brother and myself as test cases. My Prof. was able to convert the studio in the library basement into a mini-theater. Before we just had a small tv in the front of the room. Now we have speakers and a nice big screen. It's a community college (I'm in real college now damnit, just uses the fake one's campus!!!!!!), my brother's school has computers for every student in the media classes. In Audio Production, we had one computer in a room that you literally could not get a boner in. The "editing suite" is a room the size of a prison cell with four computers in them. Don't bother thinking of Shirley in there, no room for Mr. Cyclops to do his thing. I wanted to make a sequel to my shitty horror film by re-editing and re-mixing the soundtrack to it. It would of course be called Halloween: The Revenge of a Stupid Girl-Version 9.2. Of course, the video deck was not working so I just started putting the music into the computer and wasting my money on textbooks. Nothing ever fucking works. Kelly must be right, my body is generating some sort of EMP like energy.

Never Mind. It's Not Back.

Less that a day later, my computer now says that there is a fatal system error with Windows and must be shut down. Then, the computer wouldn't start at all. So he took the computer back with him. I am thinking about developing conduct disorder in order to deal with the situation.

It's back.

Our national nightmare is over. (Well not really, we have two more years of Sith rule). However, mine is. I have my computer back and it actually works now. Plus I have a new hard drive for even more porn. All my porn is intact. All my games are intact. So extra Shirley is in order on this glorious day of happiness. One problem-my brother changed my password for my World of Warcraft account because of his douchebag friends. Now I have to wait for him to get home, if he even remembers where he wrote it down. His ass is toast.

I don't have my computer back but I'm posting pictures anyway. Apeshit on posting pictures commencing.

My body does seem to be breaking down as we speak, but it just seems to be a rash of bad luck. Like having my computer guy calling me up and saying he'll be here, then not showing up twice in a row. I still haven't received my legion of Shirley pictures that I bought on ebay, someone might be feeling my wrath soon if I don't get them on Monday. School starts up on Tuesday. It's about fucking time. I'm sick of this damn summer, hopefully my body and my luck with machines will change for the better. I could always go on Maury for his show, "People who are growing balls in their wrists, Part II". My therapist said because that because of my bad experiences lately, I may have been reverting back to old habits since it's easier to say, "Well I'll wait to feel better when my computer is fixed, my Shirley pictures arrive in the mail and I'm not growing balls in my wrist". Hence, trying to derive satisfaction from games I have played 100 times. Even though I have evolved enough so that is not making me feel any better. Now I must be ok with not knowing. Its deep shit yo, but we can come up with our own website called, "Deepshit.com". We'll fill it with rich sayings and great knowledge. For instance, many Shirleyisms and Yodaisms come to mind. Ok, I have to sleep on the couch with my brother since he has his own problems. My house is like a mental hospital but you have some privacy with the above pictures to do certain things. Uh-huh huh huh...

P.S. I heard that a film Gillian just shot requires her to be nude. She is actually naked and not going to be cut from the final edit. I have been waiting for this moment since like damn....13 probably? I'm surprised I've been able to wait this long. The Turning doesn't count.