inside the wonderful world of vee

i have been working on this magazine for umm, the past, 10? hours… pretty much non-stop. but i’m glad to say it’s finally fucking done… after mmm, being late three days… watching like 12 “leave it to beaver” episodes tonight on netflix… i don’t think i’ve seen “leave it to beaver” before but i am such a fucking fan now. it’s dope sauce.

anyway. oh man. i am so looking forward to relaxing today. but we’ll see how that goes. i just need to wait another 10 minutes before i can finally go to bed (when the stupid ftp crap finishes uploading my files). i think i’m a little crazy and am not sure that this sacrifice of time is really worth it. oh well. we’ll see.

X______X work will be death today, no doubt.

on a related note — that is, only related because i am greatly looking forward to bed — my bed keeps fucking breaking. you know those wooden slats you can buy from ikea? yeah, um, not good. i need a fucking box spring and a metal bed frame or something cause this is NOT working. the slats keep fucking breaking! i now even have TWO layers of slats and… depending on how you’re laying on the bed… it fails or works. how annoying. (the key is to not lean too much to one side or another.)

60% of upload……………… zomg. guess it will be more like 20 minutes. poor laptop. it’s probably dying. sorry laptop. it’s like… “just… want… to… sleep…”

strangely i am awake for the time being

in all legitimacy, i’m not sure how stoked i really am on the next issue… meh. if this past issue — that is, the spring 2008 one — doesn’t sell well………………. i’m not sure that i can keep on doing this lol. it’s so much fucking work. that came to me as kind of an epiphany last night as i was working on the magazine… it’s a fairly obvious epiphany to anyone looking on the outside perhaps but man, if i didn’t do the magazine life would be simultaneously so much better and so much worse. i’m just wondering which one is better and which one is worse… which side wins?!! seriously though i wish i knew how to make it work cause i really think redefine well… redefines. maybe people don’t want that. maybe they do. i dunno.

75%.

it’s nice (not really) being awake as you: 1) see the sun come up; 2) hear the birds chirping — rather short-lived, honestly; 3) hear your roommate waking up to go to work; 4) hear your roommate leaving for work. oh yes.

how come ROBINS are the like, only fucking birds you see in backyards? there are a few others but for the most part… robins rule fucking suburban housing. why is that. it’s WEIRD.

83%.

at my first rave ever, freak night 5 or whatever, eighty years ago… some guy gave me a gengar (yes, from pokemon) toy. if you flip a switch in gengar’s back, his eyes light up. i still have it. and will probably keep it for life. i must say… it is one of my favorite things… even if i don’t tell it that enough. next to my gengar is a… power puff girl lifted from a cake… and a skeleton pirate that sherry gave me in a set of 3 (the other two were not skeletons).

90%.

gotta kill time somehow, right? the chuck palahniuk book, “choke,” my favorite of his and one of my favorites, period, has been made into a movie. movie is playing at siff. movie i will be watching on saturday. i have no real great expectations for it. i doubt if it’ll be better than the book just based on the screenshots. but we’ll see! i have to watch a whole bunch of other movies… i had two tickets for yesterday and later today (probably going to skip)… but will have to make use of it before it ends in two weeks, fo sho. they gave press people 20 comped tickets straight up this year. fucking rawks. i’ve only seen one movie so far in the theatre, though… some norweigan film called the “art of negative thinking”. it was weird and entertaining. did you know that the norweigan word for fuck is FUCK?

upload’s done.

perdí mi telefono en usc 11 ayer. estoy tan triste. tengo un entrevista en el teléfono que necesito mucho, porque quería hacer todo del REDEFINE hoy!!! BLAHHHHH. no me gusta humanos. son bastardos.

tony text-messaged my phone yesterday saying that if someone had found it, to call his number. at seven in the morning, someone called him from my phone. they left a message — kind of. the message was the kind that people leave when they aren’t quite sure that the phone is really on… it was a lot of background talking and static noise and such.

so, at this point, i’m not really sure what to do. i’m going to wait til tomorrow and see if someone tries to contact me again before then. if not, i’ll go reactivate my old phone. fucking blows, though, that people would be shady as fuck so as to steal my phone. i wonder if they know how to work that phone… it’s a weird phone. maybe they don’t even know it’s off, since when the phone is turned off is just like when it is on… turning that phone off merely means turning off incoming phones and not necessarily turning off the rest of the phone. BAAAAHHHHH. the phone has been off all day T__T the suspicious part, though, is that lingo tried calling my phone from the rave a whole bunch yesterday and it was ringing at first but later it went straight to voicemail… so they had it on but then turned it off… why would they do that unless they wanted to steal it?

tomorrow morning i shall have to go to the fucking rave place at wamu theatre and see if someone can talk to me about lost and found there. i doubt it’s there, though. fucking a. T__________________________T i’m mad. it’s not so much about the phone at this point… it’s about the principle. evil ass people.