I am lazy. I'm sorry. You can hit me if you want.

I haven't posted on here in almost 2 MONTHS! Why isn't there someone out there to remind me that I have, like, social obligations. Well, that I'm socially obligated to rant about nothing and then spam my friends with the aforementioned rants...

Urgh. I've been busy failing rather roundly at life. No house. That's really my only failure, but... Meh. Now I'm trying to buy a car, because... Yay, Capitalism!

But really, I want the this:

Yep. I like the hatchback. It's sexy. Like a big, sexy station wagon full of sex. Or car. I don't know, really. I have a lot of junk in my trunk, is what I'm saying. Or I'd put a lot of junk in it. Fuck, I don't know. Probably the last one. I'm a hoarder. Sad Face.

Seriously though. I've been annoyingly emo lately. Showering has even become difficult. And I don't care. I mean, I still shower, but probably not as often as I should. Because I don't want to. So what. You don't have to smell me. Unless you do, in which case- I'm sorry, but I still don't care. It's work. And I'm tired of work. Always with the working... There's a Fest quote in there. It might have even made it into the Best Of. Can you find it?!

I finished Zom-baby. Is that what I named him? I don't remember. But anyway, he's mostly done. Although I want to repaint his eyes a nice milky white... I don't remember how the black happened. Probably because I got lazy. I do that sometimes.
                      
El Zombirino. That's right. Thanks saved images. Wow, those pictures are crappy and overexposed. My bad. Clearly I am not a budding photographer. Anyway, he's complete with bite wound and boils. Which I made with a glue stick/glue gun combo. Also, paint. Lot's of paint. He's not technically finished, but anyone who knows me knows that I rarely finish any of the 9 bajillion arts and crafts projects I start. I lack follow through. I was tempted to try and knock a hole in his face for dramatic (rotty) effect, but I was concerned that he would break and I'd be out $2.99. That would be tragic.

Also, zefrank1. Seriously. Find him on the YouTubes. Or follow my link. Don't let a cuttlefish near your face.

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Did that work? No. Fuck. Try again. Second try- YouTube can fuck right off. Right off...
Okay, ya know what? You need to do the leg work. It's worth it, I promise. And I tried. Just so you know. I didn't even add commentary for each attempt, or it would have been SO MUCH LONGER. But really, watch the video. And then watch other ones. I also like the owl. And the armadildo. Oops. Typo. Sorry.

The Pants Command Me

So, last night was the Megadeth show. They were amazing, as I expected. Non-Point was terrible, which is also as I expected, and Fear Factory was also pretty terrible, which I only sort of expected- I'm not a huge fan, I don't hate them either, but they were really crappy last night. Really, really crappy.

I was sort of off my game last night though. Slightly less sociable than usual. And I feel like hell today. And no, I'm not hungover. I feel like I may be getting sick, which I find terribly depressing. But, I digress from the topic I intended to start...

So, in reference to the Great November Pants Boycott, I have discovered that pants are not actually the issue. It is clothing in general. I do not like getting dressed. Ever. I think it is society's way of keeping us docile. No Pants=No Revolution (or something like that). NO PANTS REVOLUTION! I re-discover this about myself every time I have to go from naked to not-naked. I become a small, whiny child being told to put their pajamas on for bed. There is very little I wouldn't do to avoid it. I basically kick, scream, hide behind furniture, and accuse the world in general of being a big meanie.

I have an appointment for school this morning, followed immediately by an appointment to go look at a house. So, instead of getting dressed, I'm writing this while having an internal debate with myself- will it hurt my chances with the realtor if I go to this Dude-style? As in, bath robe and bedroom slippers? It sounds mighty tempting.

                                        Apparently the internet makes iron on transfers now?

P.S. For those of you who interacted on the last post, thank you. I appreciate the dedication to sharing that it required since apparently the blog was not accepting comments for some unknown reason. I appreciate your input, and it was interesting to learn so much about you! :3

P.P.S. http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/todd-the-book-of-pure-evil-the-end-of-the-end

That makes me really happy. Like, really, really happy.