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This. This is going up on my wall and it will be an awesomer wall! Recently got this from this wonderful girl. She surprised me with it. Fuckin love it!

How I feel every time I stand on a pool float.

Fuck this morning

I wake up suddenly at 3 in the morning. There is no reason for it. My nose is running, my heart is racing faster and faster every minute and throat was making me cough like a horse. My allergies have caught me at the worst time as did something else. I was wide awake and confused.

I was so confused that if you were to open a page in my sketch pad and to smack me in the face with it, you would find my goofy face on that very page. Surely that page would go down in art for surrealism.

For hours I tossed and turned with my eyes closed, irratated and annoyed. My allergies were bothering me and the lack of sleep was following behind it. My alarm clock on both my phone and radio went off. Waking me up, both were silenced.

Around 5:23 I found how fed up I was and I headed downstairs to pump myself with meds, by 6 I hoped to be completely medicated to the point of no return.

While navigating through darkness of my house I noticed the lack of a certain smell. The coffee pot wasn't on, though the timer was set to start ten minutes earlier. Only later would I find out what was actually happening. I took two allegra d and went back to tossing and turning for a few more hours.

I was awaking and wishing that either my house was hit by an atom bomb or that I could go back to the point where I was told by this lovely dame to take allergy medicine before I went to bed. Should have listened to her, but I was being stubborn for some reason that day.

It was like clock work, it would squirm around under my covers then my phone's alarm would go off. Torture on a mental scale. I didn't know whether to get up and get an early start on my day or to keep myself in bed until 6:19. I did the latter of the two.

When it was time to get up I wasn't in the right mood, I'm still not in a good mood. I got dressed and went downstairs to drinking a cup of black coffee. Strong and bitter, set my ass straight with a cup or two. Another horrible part of my morning was right there again. The coffee pot, to my dismay wasn't emitting that smell I love to be greeted by every morning. I turn on the kitchen light to see what was wrong. The counter was swamped in a brown water, the the lid to the filter was partially open, the coffee pot wasn't filled all the way but only to the two cups mark.

When I opened the lid to the filter I seen that something had made the coffee maker explode, sending bits of wet coffee grinds and about 10 cups worth of water on to the counter and all over the coffee pot itself. It was a horror.

If, one day, I were to wake up one day to my car demolished, my cats set ablazed, my dogs being used as horses by gnomes and all of my books turned into mulch. Coffee would probably be the only thing that would keep me from breaking down and destroying everything I can before the police taser me down.

Luckily, the coffee pot had some coffee in it. I had two cups of black dirt grind to keep me tethered to my sanity but it wouldn't keep my mood leveled out. Sadly it's going to take a lot more to make me feel better.

I look in the mirror, my eyes looked like they were punched out. It added to how shitty I felt. On the drive to school I thought over my entire morning and remembered- the day has just started. If I get another ounce of bad news then fuck me..

Dunno why this reminds me of this one chick, weird...

I came up with this comic back during the BP oil spill, but it’s as relevant now as ever; the spill is still causing damage, but few people care now that it’s ceased to threaten anything big and cute in an immediately visible fashion.

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ANIMALS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE:

Dumbo or “flapjack” Octopuses Ceratoid Anglerfish Sea Cucumber and parasitic Pearlfish Bobbit Worm Pistol Shrimp Salps forming a Blastozooid Planktonic Crab Larva, Copepod and Foraminiferan Boxing Crab with its symbiotic Anemones Glaucus atlanticus or “sea lizard” preying on hydrozoan Red Snapper with Cymothoa Exigua or “tongue biter” Flounder Corpses Media Shill Bottle-nosed asshole

Actual fortune cookie fortune I got at a buffet.

WHAT DOES IT MEAN!!?

I have a foggy suspicion…

Just a nerd moment I guess.

Today has been a mixed bag. It started off swell in the morning, until I lost my car keys. I had back up keys and they barely work due to the folks at the honda dealership shaving them a little too block compared to my original car keys which are smooth and doesn't make me want to harm a living soul.

I digress.

Sometimes I find myself listening in on other's conversations in school. While sitting in Study hall these kids were talking about three super powers they'd have. Since they took a quiz on their iphones about which hero they'd be.

The one kid, Chris said he'd have Wolverine as one power, my brain had a fart. I mean, he must have gotten the whole idea of the power wrong, right?

Unless that's what he's into, that's fine too.

Being the guy I am I asked him if he meant the comic book hero, who has more than one power or did he literally want to be the animal. He corrected himself with saying that he meant the claws, which I will admit was a good call. Then the teacher asked if he wanted the Adamantium claws or the bone claws. Most of the kids in the room agreed with her. I asked where she knows that from, they all said the Big Bang Theory. The kid next to me pointed to his gauges in his earlobe and said that would be his powers, his gauges were the Punisher Skull.

I wanted to correct him that the Punisher didn't have powers. Just lots of guns and ammo, but I kept my mouth shut. The talk about Wolverine continued and I added a few things in. To help clear things up, then the kid with the Punisher gauges pointed to me and said "Kev knows his shit man." That shit being comics. This was very true. Sometimes I pride myself in being a nerd, it does pay off some times. But I do become unaware of how much I do know of comics, video games movies, books, ect. until somebody points it out to me is only when I notice.

Kony Karnage!

A week ago I was informed of a video about a man called Joseph Kony, a Ugandan warlord who had abducted children and made a massive army out of them. Brainwashing them to be soldiers. Horrible shit.

After being told about the video from a good friend of mine I thought little of it. Even though she called him "black Hitler", that sort of caught mein attention.

Literally after an hour she told me about Kony I check out my Facebook and seen the documentary reposted for about a few hours. When I got home from a rehearsal for a play I got on to my friend's page and checked out the thirty minute video. After I was done watching it I went to the website and signed up. Now, I know what you may be thinking and no, I'm not fully into this whole Invisible Children thing. Kony has been in the news before.

I signed up to see if this whole thing will work and to see if I can get some stickers and posters that I can put all over my friend's car since he really hated the flood of Kony 2012 posts on Facebook. I will agree with him though, they did get annoying, but I couldn't care much about it since there were some funny posts and of course, funny internet memes:

I found this to be somewhat funny....

Yes, I guess you could. Needs to be an awfully big pub...

That's... wow...actually kinda hidious...clever but wow..

Then there's the My Little Kony thing but I could give two shits about that. This whole thing is a mess of a news story. Kony has been doing this whole child army business for years but now, finally people notice and go after him. What does he do? Kony hears about the U.S. becoming involved (some how) and changes tactics and goes into Osama-style hiding.

Before I go, here's a question. When he's killed and all the children are returned home. They are brainwashed to be soldiers, to kill. Even some are brainwashed into be sex slaves. How will they fit in when the return? Will there be help for them?

Indeed it is.

These photos are from Australia which is now being invaded by spiders. Well, the spiders are actually moving across the lands to avoid a flooding that would surely kill them. As a interesting reward, they cover the landscape in layers of webs. And possibly eating a few humans along the way to safety. Gotta feed the children.

Shit happens then you die.

My old man

I needed that.

After the week had reached it's end on Friday afternoon and I walked out of school early, got to my car, drove home, packed up and went down to my mom's to help babysit and to kick back and relax.

I've got a horrid case of senioritis. Meaning since I'm a senior and I get out early I don't do my homework or I rarely touch any school work. Sadly, I usually get out early, go home and nap.

Repeat schedule for maximum deja vu.

Some days I regret getting out early, that I should have taken three more classes to fill up my day so I can keep myself busy. But at the time I wanted to get out early, go home nap like a bum, do my hobbies and hang out with my friends who also would get out as early as me. Most of these never came to be.

As I was heading down to southern Jersey I played my music as loud as I could to damper the horrible noise my car makes due to the missing muffler that I lost during the summer time after a trip to A.C. during one of the hottest days of the summer. The album was Demon Days and I was loving every second it was blasting in my ears. I would arrive to my mother's partially deaf.

The day went by quickly since I arrived, unpacked then took a nap because I'm a bum. I would wake up to my little brother crying, his nap was over when I was fifteen minutes into mine. Fair enough. That night I had pizza and wings. Best damn dinner I've had in a while.

The next day I would actually have my friend over. A rarity for me to have company over at my mom's. After managing to drive to her place and drive back to mine we watched a movie and just chilled out, it was nice. Normally at my mom's I like to be alone and away from everybody, to relax and catch up with my mom and whatnot but having my friend down was nice, if only that lasted longer.

Moving on, I drove her home so she can be with her girls and I returned to my mom's for another great dinner. After two plates of chicken and mash potatoes and ice cream to top it off I kicked back and watched two terrible movies.

It didn't phase me though, I was having a good day and I was feeling happy. Maybe it was because I hanged out with her, or maybe because it was a different day that it usually would have been. Maybe both.

Whatever it was, it was just what I needed.

This nostalgic bastard.

Lately I've been growing bored of the newest of new in the gaming world. Sure, I love playing whatever games I have for the current generation of consoles but to be honest, nothing beats what I had as a kid. Today, I had the urge again. To lift up my bed, to move some junk around and dig out the things that made my childhood so full of win.

As a wee lad I played with my brother's Nes and Snes. Though, I was around four and hadn't the slightest clue how to play his games I still gained some sort of insight of how to hold the controller, how to jump, shoot and so on with the help of my brothers and sister. Then it happened, Christmas of '98. My christmas this year was something that would set me up for being the nerd I am today. My presents consisted of toys (of course) and the one game I will love with all my fleshy heart-

The first time I played this I remember not having any idea on how to get out of the house, so I got help from my sister's friend. After that I sort of eased my way into the game and I figured it all out on my own. The amount of time I put into this game will probably best that of any other game I've played in the later years. Beating the Elite Four, my rival then getting Mewtwo was one of the best damn things of my childhood, seeing the cool pokemon and the intense battles I had in the game were highlights of my childhood.

My brother had gotten the N64 that same Christmas and he was on it just about every day of the week with his friends. I would hang out with them, curse with them and play Golden eye, Smash Bros, Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask, Super Mario 64, ect. with my brother and his friends. The next year I would receive a blue N64 (like the first picture above) with two controllers, Pokemon stadium, Kirby and Rampage. All of which would rule over my youth and it still does much so into my teenage years. Late last year, I would pull my old Nintendo 64 out from the basement with the games my brother had and his controllers. I would clean it up and play it along side my friends. When I found it I greeted it like an old friend, I was filled with happiness and nostalgia. Not to mention I was smiling like a complete and utter dork too, but it didn't matter.

Soon, I found me and my friends playing with our old game boy colors and playing Pokemon Red then Pokemon Gold and Silver. We would have a night dedicated to playing our Nintendo 64, but as much as we wished it wouldn't end we had to pack up and go home.

As for my brother's Snes and Nes, they're lost to the ages, if he had them still, I'd dust them off and fix them up as best as I could if there were any wrong with them. I love the Nintendo 64 and my GameCube and my Game boy color, but I sadly have to put them away for now, since I have little room to put them. And yet they'll always have room in my heart.

Admired author- Douglas Adams

As far as me being a writer I do have plenty of authors to look up to. Douglas Adams, is one of them. Famous for writing the Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy series, which was also made into a movie and television show. While writing the screenplay for the film adaptation, he had died of a heart attack and well, never got to see his work appear on the screen. Adams being the atheist that he was had some pretty interesting views and ways to describe them. As an agnostic, I can agree with a few of his views on life even if he was a self proclaimed "Radical Atheist".

Religion doesn't have much to do with what else I have to admire about him. His humor was something that made me giggle at how simple it seemed. Like in Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy. Author Dent had laid out before his house in hopes to prevent his house from being bulldozed over by a city construction crew, the boss of the crew was sort of a funny character. The manager was a funny looking man, but that wasn't just the joke about him, the joke was that he was a decedent from Genghis Khan and he could hear his ancestors murder villagers inside of his brain. The whole character wasn't important to the story and short lived but he also was just funny and unique since I can't recall any other character being tormented by images of pillaging of villages from his ancestor. His writing showed that you can be different with your characters and how you can add humor at any point you can think of.

There's also how I can break the impossible with any of my stories and characters. Like how Marvin the robot was always depressed. You usually never can imagine robots as clinically depressed but Adams made this character that sort made science fiction turn a bit funny.

Douglas's legacy lived on with his famous book series being continued by Eion Colfer, famous for the Artemis Fowl series. I would love to continue writing about him and his influence on me, but I'm tired and I fear I won't wake up on time.

I'm not walking in this pack of zombies. And Shane sucks.

The Walking Dead has went from comic book sensation to a televised wonder for the ages. Ask a co-worker, a friend or any body you're having a conversation with (or a random stranger that you've grabbed by the shirt collar) and you ask them on whether they've heard of The Walking Dead, odds are they've watched the show. A higher chance is that they've read the comics and have watched the show. From my knowledge, I know people who have watched the show and absolutely love it. Then I know the ones who have read the comics and watched the show, but hate it's rotten guts.

I fall in the latter. Sadly.

I say sadly because it's complicated to explain about being a fan of the comic and seeing one of my favorite comic series being it put on television, expanded upon and seeing some characters act differently then they had in the comics.

I get a funny feeling see Shane still alive in the second season. I get a funny feeling over how the show is making him a character that people will obviously hate because I doubt that viewers actually like him. It could be all a way to have the viewers keep watching and waiting until this moment:

Where he is killed by Carl (Rick's son). Now to be honest, this should have happened in the first season (if I were to go by the comics as seasons). Now much to my distaste for the show I will put it on as background noise so I can focus on something else, which doesn't help because I'm curious on how the series doing.

Now in the recent episode, some girl is suicidal and the women of the farm are trying to prevent her from offing herself. At this point in the comic, they were off the farm and nobody was trying to commit suicide. And at this point in the show I'm seeing how they're adding more humanity to the show and not sticking to the comic's script which would have had the characters pretty bland for a few episodes. A good tactic, but I'm still pussyfooting around the idea of buying into it.

It had me at the first season, which followed the comic for a while but then deviated into it's own thing. I enjoyed it, but I had hoped the second season would be more like the comic, which it was...for a few episodes. Nice tactic but I do want to see Rick return to Shane's grave, if Shane ever receives that bullet into the neck this season. To be honest, The Walking Dead has become a hit television show, but in another sense it's become my generation's soap opera in a strange twist.

On a personal level, Freaking Out is a process whereby an individual casts off outmoded and restricting standards of thinking, dress, and social etiquette in order to express creatively his relationship to his immediate environment and the social structure as a whole.

Frank Zappa

A plan to end the search...

...for bigfoot. It occurred to me, last night, that people still enjoy the cryptic known as bigfoot, I mean shit they still make shows about searching for the bastard(s). Have the researchers gotten close to finding the evidence to support the claims that a wild monkey man is lurching around the mountains and forests of the world? I'm pretty sure they've got mold of the footprints sasquatch leaves behind, they've got samples of hair that were left behind after he stepped on the wrong branch or on some rust nails near a house. The evidence has been analyzed and most of it has come back as a relative of apes after this people keep on searching, wondering what it could be big foot could still be...huh? They just told you, hair from some animal that was left behind in the rocky mountains (which I'm quite sure is devoid of apes or monkeys) is of ape origin and people still question whether it's real or not.

The television shows are annoying me with footage that capture Bigfoot in the distance and yet nobody dares to chase after it like an idiot American would do. So I figured hey, find the craziest, strongest, bravest man alive. Convince him to stalk Bigfoot with a camera strapped to his head and send him off into the forest and tell him to only return with evidence of Bigfoot. You obviously need to put him in an area where big foot has been spotted dozens of times before. Send him there and tell him to live off the lands and try to find proof that big foot is real. Maybe a carcass will do? If Bigfoot is so aloof with his sightings then it'd be a change of pace instead of rubbernecking at him in the distance and instead to charge at it with a few friends. If it attacks then try to let it chase you into town or near a road in plan daylight where you know for certain it is busy.

But until the day where we can send crazed men into the forests to hunt the legend down with only their wits and Teddy Roosevelt-like rage we'll have to accept the fact that yes he's probably real and yes there will be shows and movies and books about him. But I rather just settle the whole thing now and just hunt for it. I also didn't really think this whole think out, this could be an incredibly dumb idea and I'll be viewed as a jackass. I don't care really, I'm bored as hell.

An odd moment at a bank.

I believe it's from reading too many horror novels or horror movies or possibly even both, but I get these ideas that lead my imagination to run away and imagine the worse possible thing to happen while in public. Like last Wednesday, at my local TD Bank I went in to deposit a check and to fix a problem I have with online account. After depositing my check I asked the bank teller where I can get help with my online account to which I was directed to the area for customer service.

A woman came over and asked me to come back to her desk. When I got there I explained my situation and she then went to the site and whatnot so I can show her that I can't log into the site. After that we had to sit through a long wait for a call to go through to some service to aid me fixing my online account. As I sat there I recalled how crappy my day has been. Especially the part where some empty headed girl spilled Dr.Pepper all over the comic I was lending to a friend. I remembered how she didn't even care and how I wanted to end her life. But, back to the bank.

There I sat, really enthralled in how the day has been going so far. The woman from costumer service mentioned how bad the day has been going so far and how bad the whether's been. I agreed with her. The small chat ended and I sat in silence. Behind me was a bald man from costumer service helping out a mother and daughter (I presume) with someone's account. My mind then went on it's natural course and made a monster out of this guy.

I can see how this would've happened, the man, an employee from the bank one day gets sick, violently sick. Possibly from eating the wrong food or just mysteriously becoming ill from working overtime. if that's even possible. I then thought up how he would be talking to the mother and daughter and cough some mucus up, he'd spit it in a tissue and throw it in the trash can at his desk. As he talked about setting up a new account or something but then he feels his throat crawl, yeah that's right, I said crawl. What comes next is up for debate on what it means. A sudden red growth pushes it's self out of his mouth and slams onto the desk in front of the mother and daughter. The woman who was waiting on a call would scream and I would turn around to see what the freight was about. Then I'd see it and my mind would be messy with an explanation.

The red glob would then lift up and the man would still be attached to the creature and he would most likely be dead or still alive to be the vehicle for the creature. It would then be imposing in the air as the entire bank stared at it. Following natural horror laws, the creature would attack most likely the mother and/or daughter. Possibly for more sustenance or to spread it's offspring like a parasite. At that moment I would run for the doors as the creature attacked the mother and daughter or anything closest to it. Security would fire shots at it and possibly kill it or well...yeah you see where I'm going with this.

As I dissected this whole idea I focused on why the customer service man would have to suffer the terrible fate of being host to such a parasite. I figured that this whole thing would happen since banks are much like parasites and are symbiotic to whom ever has an account with the bank. Or I was just really having a bad day and I figured that would be the most impossible thing to happen and if it did then my day would get worse times two.

I was a lazy bum over the weekend and here's the crap that kept me entertained.

My weekend started when fifth period was over and when I was driving away from school like a civilized driver, not like a madman. When I got home I packed up and headed out to south Jersey to spend the weekend at my mom's and to babysit while she was at work and to spend quality time with her. While I was down there I was curious about my subscription to netflix on my xbox 360. I've have a membership deal with them and use my xbox to watch whatever movies they have on it. As I search up the movies I realize that I have a good amount of movies to watch while I basically vegetate my weekend away! To be frank, I'll just tell you the movies and give you my thoughts about them.

From Dusk Till Dawn- I remember seeing this movie on HBO as a kid. While watching this bloody nugget of a horror movie I was really into how damn gory this movie was and how insane the characters were. The vampires were just down right crazy as well. Being made by the hands of Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino, From Dusk Till Dawn has all sorts of small details to the batshit mad plot line. But then again what else would you expect from those two. George Clooney's performance is an interesting one since his character has to take care of a psychopathic sibling all the while they try to escape the U.S. and into Mexico.

Bunraku- Here's an interesting movie. Bunraku's genre is bend around abit. It's a western meets an action meets musical (just with violence instead of singing). The story basically tells of how the world ended with big bang and those who survived decided that guns were the culprit to their violent ways. So with all firearms thrown away this gave way for bladed weapons to return. In this world instead of guns the characters use their fists, swords, knives and wits to stay afloat in this crazed city ruled by Nickola (Ron Pearlman) and his 10 killers. The movie reminds me of High Plains Drifter due to John Hartnet's performance as The Drifter who wants to kill Nickola for unknown purposes. Woody Harrelson's role as The Bartender who bring The Drifter and The Samurai together as allies is an interesting role. Bunraku is an art movie with it's origami design sets and story telling and it's an action flick with it's endless amounts of sword play and ass kicking. Technically these were the only two movies I watched the rest of the weekend was spent playing Skyrim.

How this all came to be is beyond me...okay I lied

Out of the many options I had to choose from for my blogging I picked Tumblr. I've used this site before to try blog again but I stopped and forgotten all about my past tumblr and came up with this one! The excitement is...no where to be found actually. To be blogging again is a hassle for me sometimes. I've blogged before on WordPress and stopped when I figured I was just rambling to myself like a mad man. But yet, isn't that what being a blogger is about? Just writing down crap for people to read and hoping you get more views than the last time you checked? Beats me because I gave up that whole blogging thing about two years ago and yet...here I am. Writing more crap. But this is for Journalism as well, not just for me to fire off about how I feel about certain topics or events in my life. I also refuse to post pictures with random as hell quotes at the bottom of them. I'm a writer, not a hipster. Now this whole blog will have pictures and sometimes, important topics I'd like to rant about. I wonder, am I allowed to curse? I mean, shoot, this is my blog but it's also being monitored by my teacher. If he lets me curse then I'll feel free once again to be the old blogger I was years ago, just bit more polished in the art of writing.