Today is a landmark in the Anthon-ian era. I am forever done with Science and Math classes.............and I mean forever....with a missing capitol F. Because that's usually the grades I get in those classes.

But not this time. Astronomy started off rough----58% kind of rough, which is still a standing up tall and proud 1 point in my book. SOooOOOooooOO the next two tests went extremely well because I was granted supermeteoric/supernoval (oooo that's a tounge twister) powers on modays, wednesday's and friday's.....but I'd usually skip friday classes. And what has all of this done to me, being all supernoval and stuff. I got a cosmological astroid right on the tip of my nose. It's not a pimple, it's just like a little sunspot resting it's tired flames all over the tip of my nose.

I know.......you're saying..."you would use astronomy terms because you just took that class and you think you know all about anything related to science"....well it's okay to be jealous............supermeteoric/supernoval powers are only granted if you are able to run around the eliptic barefooted......



man....my tin can suit is so dreamy. So from here on out, all of my responsibilities (there are a lot of "i's" in the word) will be thrown down the drain until August. I can finally just wake up from sleeping in all morning, make a relaxing french toast/eggs kinda breakfast, sit on my porch and draw, ride my bike to work, work for a couple of hours, ride back to my house, and then paint all night while listening to whatever the music gods have in store for me.....which has been refreshing lately, but then again I need to find some new bands to listen to so I can be much.....much much...cooler than you.

I did check out the lyrics to "Lief Erikson".

She says It helps with the lights out
Her rabid glow is like braille to the night.
She swears I'm a slave to the details
But if your life is such a big joke, why should I care?

The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight.
So that you two can take some time, teach each other to reciprocate.

She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kid gloves
But she doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox
She swears I'm just prey to the female,
Well then hook me up and throw me, baby cakes, cuz I like to get hooked.

The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight.
All the people that you've loved they're all bound to leave some keepsakes.
I've been swinging all the time, think it's time to learn your way.
I picture you and me together in the jungle it will be ok.

I'll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night
That is supposing you don't sleep tonight

It's like learning a new language
Helps me catch up on my mime
If you don't bring up those lonely parts
This could be a good time
You come here to me.
We'll pick up those lonely parts and set them down
You come here to me...

She says brief things, her love's a pony
My love's subliminal

You know what, I would put a picture of them right here. But all that would do would cause you to go either check, or fix your hair. Also they have tendencies for causing spontaneous hair cut appointments. Damn you interpol............you're just so fucking tailored. He probably got his face tailored too.

I forgot my bike at Kresge today....which means I have an even farther bike ride to make....no big deal. I rode home the whole way yesturday with my kickstand hitting every spoke on my back wheel. I heard a really loud clicking noise, but I just figured that it was the shitty bike sitting underneath my ass....hence I turn up my headphones louder in hopes of drowning out the constant metranome sound coming from underneath my bike. all in all I fixed it....don't worry.......this is a really boring story....jeeze....there should be like free coupons for Taco Bell that are sent to you after reading about all of this useless shit that I think about. Free Taco Bell coupons....you know you'd like that....

So....fat kid story....because i'm being a fat kid right now......We had a "Pot Luck" galla today in Cermaics....so what do I do to a table covered in food that no one took home............guess.........................I throw the brownies into the cheeto's bag, ANnnnnd after THAT!!!, I pour the tray of starbursts into the Lime Tostidos.....I mean...how else am I suppose to transport these delicious items in. I was like a little kid stealing all the candy out of a candy store.....no one was around...and I was trying to do this as quick as possible so I wouldn't reveal my true fat kid identity to the people in Kresge.

That's right, I have a backback full of chips and brownies right now. there's no books in it...why would there be?

Alas, I get to go home soon, lay in my bed, shower real quick, and go over to Gavin's around 9:30 to record some music on his 4-track. Our last words last night went like this after playing on his piano for about 30 minutes at the same time. Just picture two grown men, dorking over delay pedals that are all connected to this bad ass electric paino he has. So we ended it by saying,

"dude let's record some stuff tomorrow"
"okay dude, i'll pick up some tapes at cvs tomorrow"

so what did I do, I went to CvS the next morning and bought some old school blank casettes for 3 bucks. I haven't bought blank tapes since I went on my senior trip to Washington DC back in 8th grade!!!!!!!!!!! And yeah, you would expect me to record some Pantera tapes and Ozzy Osbourne wouldn't you. Cause I would.

I started painting last night. Plans fell through with that guy...he was still in a meeting by the time 9 o clock rolled around so we just called it off. Painting is so relaxing some times...especially when you're listening to music, and you know you're in that groove since you're trying to absorb every moment of it hoping it never goes away. I love the feeling when I can tell im in a groove then I ask myself "am I gonna start sucking in 5 minutes". This is usually followed by me dancing around the room for a little bit to loosen up. Im such a turd....why am I talking about this. I'm like the kid in the mall who just pissed his pants when everyone around him just happened to turn their heads to notice the piss-scapades in action. there's me.....standing there.......turning red...then going..."nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn".

actually.....I don't really want to see the results on yahoo for "boy pissing pants in public". I might get arrested for looking that up.....so instead let's just giggle at the next closest thing to that. little kids crying over the man in red. First of all....no shit your daughter is crying....SANTA IS WEARING A MASK!!!!!!

I think this is a good time to end the nonsense. Have a good night tonight! I'll be in Ann Arbor until the 6th so you better come down and visit me before I head off to FLORRRRRRRida until the 21st. I'll be farther much farther than 80 miles for a while. I haven't been to the beach in so long. Im definitly gonna have to trim this beard....not all the way...but so I don't turn out like the Joker.

yeah, cool the best one won't even attach!!!!! thanks blogger.

Gonna go out in the water.

I've got something in my pocket....in the pocket and spinning: Mogwai-Christmas Steps. Off of the album "come on die young". Amazing.....spectacularrrrr. Slow, melodic, then bash your head into a wall at the library pounding.....sigh...I love it.



Then again, fuck that......"come on die young" is a little too slow for the library. "rock action" by mogwai......now there's a true album in glory......it's a glorious album filled with fictional heartbreak...the kind of music you know would sound perfect to walk away from the girl that just dumped you....it's uplifting.....but you know at the same time it's shitty sad.



yeah the album looks like an "our lady peace" album cover. I think they tried to hard to make this look creative. Too much overlapping of Salvation Army household items.

Yeah this is gonna have to be a lame three sentence, new paragraph kind of blog spot. I don't really have much to say. To be honest, i'm sore as hell. Gavin and I played this rope game last night, kind of like a trapeze roap with the bar you hold onto. Well, there's this tee on a really steep hill, and to the right of the tree is a railing. So the point of the game, is to get a running start headed for the railing.....land both feet on the railing...walk up the inclined railing while wrapping the rope around the tree higher and higher as you go up....then placing your right foot on the bark of the tree...and shifting all your weight to the left side while pushing off the railing and lansing both feet parallel on the tree...so in a sense your using momentum and the rope wraping around the tree to climb sideways up the tree.....well...after about 5 seconds of doing this....centrifugal force..which is drawing the body away from the center of roatation.....meaning that after five second of standing sideways on a tree....your body eventually automatically moves the opposite direction with greater momentum.......hence the appearance of walking all the way around a tree then swining back around the tree and landing in time so you don't land smack dead center into the side of the tree. I know it makes no sense.....go to Raft Hill Co opt. someday and I'll show you how to do it. Gavin is the master at it, but I think I caught on quickly.

Another thing....no one ever leaves comments.....someone did a long time ago on my second post saying "YOU shouldn't have left!!!" but I have no idea what that means and who wrote that. god i feel like shit today....riding bikes and climbing up trees really stresses your back muscles...which are non existant for me hence why it hurts to even put a shirt on.

So I gotta work till' 8, go to Kresge and glaze, then somehow get home in time to have a good nights rest.
I still have to say, Elliott Smith's song "pretty mary k" the Japanese Bonus Track on Figure 8, not the original version.....is by far the best song ever for today....and tomorrow...and tonight...........i listen to that song on my laptop everytime before bed. My laptop has a special pillow it sits upon right next to my head. http://www.sweetadeline.net/ might as well post the website.
Once again I must re state Casey's site right now.....This guy is amazing at illustrating. A true fudging inspiration. I will learn your secrets and find a way to decrease the price of paint forever!!!!! http://fiendfolio.blogspot.com/ is the name of the website, and art store humor is now the new name of the game. check out the new comic strip he's starting about all us stupid kids at Kresge who love to find the cheapest means possible or creating art, or either have no idea what we're looking for. Casey you better do a comic strip about me buying the same shit every day. DO A TRIBUTE TO THE BEARDED MEN CASEY!!!!!!!! DO IT!

beards are a magical gift given to magical hair growers like myself. I love my beard, I play with it, I shampoo it once a week, and if it's been cooperative i'll give it a little conditioner at the end of a shower. I comb it, I grab it, and I try to make a mohawk out of it when i'm by myself. I can't wait until the day I can put a little pink ribbon in it.


Song of the moment, let's sing it together Elliott..
"someone found the future as a statue in a fountain at
attention looking backward in a pool of water wishes with
a blue songbird on his shoulder who keeps singing over everything
everything means nothing to me
everything means nothing to me
everything means nothing to me
i picked up the song and found my picture in the paper the
reflection in the water showed an iron man still trying to
salute people from a time when he was everything he’s supposed to be
everything means nothing to me
everything means nothing to me
everything means nothing to me
everything means nothing to me"


oh YES now it's on to little sparrow's with my friend Devendra.....I haven't been littering my friend....arn't you proud of your beard growing friend. Ohh thanks Devendra, you always give me hope that my hair will grow to enormous lengths.

a sluggish decay of lollypops in your mouth and bags full of lemon-drops

You have to admit the cover art is the shit.....nice use of colors Marilyn, nice exposure........nice font.

So, I figure since I've been talking about my childhood I should without a doubt, introduce you to my best friend, aka the devils advocate, through grade 5 through the end of highschool. And BACK AT YA! walking back form my 9:00am. study session in some Chemistry scientific building that, by the way, has a way better elevators than the ghost possessed one in Art Department. It's kind of depressing to realize just how much money each department gets, and ohhhh how it shows. The elvator in the BioMedical Center has frickin' stuwardest on board. You actually get to hear, "Going down to main floor....main floor reached". Yeah......the only voices you hear in the elevator of Kresge are in your head while you're saying "HOly Shit, the floor's gonna give out"....which is then usually followed by the elevator playing mean tricks on you by jumping up and down on a simple downward flight.

Back to my friend of ohhh so many years......Brian Warner. aka. Marilyn-In-Your-Face-Cotton-Candy-Explosive-Manson. To the god of candy corn prosthetic dance music, you well deserve a nice comfy spot on fuggin' Van Gohs website.



You may say he's scary, you may say he's disturbing, you may say anything that other people have told you about him.....but you shouldn't until you've sat down with me while I'm having manson annual Manson-taste-all-you-want fest that I usually do once every winter. No one knows about this....because Scott thinks he's too cool for Manson, and well.......yeah. I just sit in my room, accompainied by continuous discs of lollypop singing, kiddy grinding screams, that just make you want to stand up and dance in a circle....usually while painting or drawing.

Out of Manson's entire catalouge, I would only recommend 4 out of the numerous of discs he's produced. The albums produced from 1990-1998 are by far the best. When you get past the first three albums, they eventually become too produced while loosing that edge and intensity he's been known to have. I have to say, besides Trent Reznor, Manson seems to have mastered overlapping many different sources and believe it or not, cultural symbols, which are then all combined into some post hynotic, childhood videogame, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang mixed with lollypops and fists full of suckers. You'd be surprised what he sings about, especially in the album "Smells Like Children" and "Portrait of An American Family". Lunchboxes, candy, kids, bullies, and of course being the "god of fuck", which is why I got detentions a lot in catholic school.

I used to have a tee shirt that stated that "I am the God of Fuck" on the back, and i'd every so often I'd sneak it on under my clothes and once my mom dropped me off, tore off the buttoned up bowling shirt I ususally wore.....and pranced around the halls of St. Francis for about a few minutes until the teachers realized what I was wearing. well within five minutes...I was sent to the principles office. I didn't really think it meant "I am the God of fucking", I thought it was more about "I am the God of not caring about stupid shit". Like the saying "well....Fuck!" , which to me means........."O well". Try explaining that to a Catholic principle who has a sick fettish for flying birds that were posted all over her office. That's how I saw it.....she didn't get it. Another reason for a detention, which included "raking leaves?" can we say "FUCKING CHILD LABOR" was half because of this picture and half because some mom of a fellow student I went to school with who saw me walking down the street with a Marilyn Manson shirt on. Lame huh? I thought so. I was doin' my own shit trying to be all bad ass in the 5th grade, and this PG mom busts me for no reason except for the fact that she probably thought "Puppy Chow" was the devils bowel movements. So it was this picture in my locker, that was so proudly posted, that became the reason I was sent downstairs to the principles office on a fine Wednesday afternoon on "dress down day". A day where "supposedly" we get to wear whatever we want, which was like the grace of god since we all hated our uniforms. I usually wore a Metallica, Korn, or Marilyn Manson shirt accompainied by my Muppets metal lunchbox. I still have it. So many kids made fun of me for having a metal lunchbox up until the 8th grade, but whatever, you know i'm just vintage......and you fools were all just Suburbanites. you know why I got a metal lunchbox? Beacause Manson's first band was called "Marilyn Manson and the Spookey Kids". And their first attempt to market their band was by making metal lunchboxes that had their logo on it. So what did I do?

I took my bubble butt at the time......and marched all the way up to the antique store located right next to Urban Outfitters and picked me up an old "Kermit" metal lunch-o-box. Rock and Roll is all I gotta say.

Ohh man......Oh holy batman....ohhh my

What's that you say?


I don't think I really heard....Ohhh you mean


Yeah I know....you mean....I can't be in your club?


You're a little overexposed Robin, Batman.....you're...well....


my greatest hero.

Nice penciled in eye brows dude. So......here marks my batman revelation.....it's almost as if a herd of bats swooped in and just flew around me for days and days, but really that's all in my mind because I saw it last night during my priiiiiiiiiiiivate screening of.........."Batman: Forever."

not that I don't wish that a million bats would engulf me and i'd be able to fight crime and hold hands with the lady in red.

I don't really like bats though, because one of them....and when I say "one of them", I'm refering to the 100,000 flying rats that I imagined in my head, while just one, swooped down and smacked my head when I was taking out the garbage in highschool. Annnnnd this one time...................... I woke up and attached to my screen was, a little baby bat, but when I hit the screen he flung out his wings, and I screamed..."aaahHHHhhHHHHhhahhahhhHH", which the pitch is located 32 cents above a high C.....but that's right.......I screamed in 12th grade....at a bat......on my window.....C'mon it was dark out...I thought it was the antichrist trying to steal you Michelangelo......which, I know I'm sorry I left you at home....I should have brought you to college....you might have slapped some sense into me a couple of time.

I guess I'm more of a dolphin kind of man.....how come they can't make a superhero that scares people by just walking around with a dolphin suit on. Better yet, why not make a super hero that's somehow fell in love with a "Mermey the Blue Whale out by the bay" and ever since has been tragically mutating into a Blue Whale......those things are frickin' HUGE!!!!!!! Just imagine the shadow a blue whale could produce in some dark alley while lookin' for crime.

"egh who is there!!!!!" say's the robber with perfect grammatical English.
"AHHhhhhhh GAHhhhHHHhthththththththlllllllthththththththlllllllllllllllththththhththt
llllllllllllllllllSHSHSHSHAHSHAHSAHSSHA SHA SHA SHA Sha sha sha". That of course........................ is what a blue whale sounds like if he or she ever fought crime in alleyways

I mean just check this out dude....BAM, no one could out belly flop this thing in any belly flopping competition i've been to....hold on....try looking up "blue whale" on Yahoo. All you get are ass shots.....you know what....fuggin' yahoo is perverted so I'll just use my artistic talents and draw a picture for ya' all to gaze at.

You know, this will eventually turn into a little story about how I'm a dork and dorked over action figures and comics all up until a senior in highschool, then BACK AT YA! a senior in college....then BACK AT YA! a senior in old age. I better have my ninja turtle bed sheets when I'm old. I bet they'll be covered in Fig Newton crumbs, alnd I'll wake up in the morning, thinking all my loved ones poured the sacred Entemenn's Raspberry Coffee Cake that I eat in the morning all over me as a joke.

I tried to find a batman action figure in the comic store today....they did not have any.......sigh......so I bought two, THAT's TWO, which equals 2 weeks of comic book nightlife in my room alone......................will someone take me to KB Toys? (killer batman toys....sha sha sha sha).
i'll finish this later.

and so i'm back later to finish this. hmmmm my stories arn't nearly as sophisticated as my Dad's. He played with bazookas and air plane guns in real life.......I played with Wolverines titanium alloy claws.....for fun.

I make myself out to be this little angelic 22 year old.......but I'm a dude........who actually walked over to the T-shirt section in the comic book store while the clerk was ringing me up. I know...you're asking if they had any BatMAN?............. tee shirts?......................double sigh.........they did not.

So I talked to Captin Comics over at the Underworld comic store for about an hour. I asked him for his personal opinions.....and we chated about comics used to be a lot better back in the day......ohh that's right because we were 5......he was kinda bad at keeping eye contact though, but then again I shouldn't be like my Dad, who will stare at you while you're talking without blinking AND slightly holding his head up and at angle, which will then be executed into a nod of affirmation even though he wasn't actually listening to you for the past 5 minutes. And if you're a girl, he'll stare at you for a long time......then he'll stair at me for a long time.....then he'll pause......which I know in his mind he's saying "hmmmmmmmmm.......I wonder if she can tell I'm not listening.....ohhh look Anthony's staring at me.......I wonder if he can tell i've been staring at him for the past 5 minutes....oh shit he can!!!!". At this point I'm laughing out loud and no one knows why. The fuggin' stare.

Even though this has embarrassed me many times, I love it because it's weird as hell........and speaking of weird.........when I was 10 I bought a series of X-Men action figures.....I mean all the figures that were cool of course....and the next week, at BLOCKBUSTER I might add, I saw the same series of glorious x-men action figures WITH punching arms and light up chests, that I had just bought at Toy's R Us, but in DIFFERENT COLORS! Sooooooo me being all paranoid about the other "action figure collector who is ALSO 10" I insited that my mom take me back home so I could get my money, and drive me back ASAP to Blockbuster because these action figures were obviously ALL ULTRA RARE COLLECTORS EDITIONS meant for me.................. each priced at $5.95.

So i bought them, and hung them up on my wall right next to the other set of 5 x-men figures........yup.....hung proudly on the wall above my bed. kind of like dream catchers but with automatic punching arms.

well.................a month later I was reading....that's right....READING....the monthly price guide for comics and it turns out that there was a "philosophical-scientist-and doctor" proven article that said these different colored x-men action figures were a mishap in productions and were worth nothing.................................................................................this soon began my downfall with collecting action figures........

So you're probably asking yourself right now in your basement..................hehe......"Anthony, what on earth did you do after you read about this scientifically proven evidence, that soon after liquidated all of your possible hopes of ever having an income without working your entire life"

well.......................

.......since I hung out with kids around my block that were younger than me....I went over to Guga's house (this Brazilian kid I used to know) and handed him all 5 action figures......while using the phrase "I don't even want these........I don't....I just......I just don't even know what these do...........what are these?.....I don't even know cause......I don't even need em!'" Of course Dane Cook was hanging out with me and usually did all my talking for me at that age.

man........i'm tired..talking to yourself for hours really gets you pooped. have a goodnight kid.

Ohhh Dadi-O you're so COOOOOOL

So many exciting things happening. So many good bands that I'm listening to......Regina and Karen O I'm talkin' to you........

I think that once again I've fallen for two girls, in a fictional based relationship that is. What's that you say? never heard of it?....................it's the story of my life!!!!!!!!!!!! It all started off with Clarissa from Clarissa Explains it all. (on a side note, while visiting Universal Studios at like age 10 or something, I actually wrote out what I wanted to say to her if I met her on set. It went a little like this, "Please marry me Clarissa." to make a long story short, I visited the set of the show and she wasn't there.) My first experience of dissapointment. The whole way home my mom was asking me what was wrong............."nothing ma------you wouldn't understand". But I got over that and I eventually fell for Kimberlly from The Mighty Morphing Power Rangers, (pink and bad ass) then BAM! in your face off to Bradly from Hey Dude! What's more attractive than a girl whose a dude with dark hair, works at the pool, and rides horses. So.....we eventually split.........and I began to date (in my mind)Alex from Alex Mac. I guess I had a thing for tom-boys.

Nickelodeon......you're the porn industry of dirty thoughts and fictional relationships for little boys. I mean at the time...........wanting to hold hands.......maybe even kissing or hugging.....was A BIG deal...which can just about make any kid under the age of 12...I take that back 15.................wait......hold on.........yup...22....excited.

Those were true romances.......honestly....everything now is just too dramatic or scary or predictable. Fictional relationships never leave you with anything solid....WHICH IS THE BEST....because you're always guessing what it would be like to hold them close to you with a bowl of popcorn while you're sitting there together watching their own show on the show shower.......................I mean you know it would be lame as hell in real life...........but you just don't know now do you.........hence why it's awsome...to dream.

So it's all came to this.....my fictional crushes have reached new levels.....in the realms of female vocalists. Karen O from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and the most elegant sounding voice of them all........Regina-I-Feel-Your-Pain-too-Specktor. You my friends have reached the top ten in Anthony's "Fictional yet sooooo "let's hold hands and walk to kresge....or maybe you can just drive me to Grand River?" kind of relationships.

So pretty....so elegant.............you gotta admit i've upped my standards.....WELL???!!!! IT COULD HAPPEN.................if I was Devendra or something. But OhhhhahHHHHh just you wait.....Bjork is married to an artist. I think Regina just took over Karen O's photo. O well, at least you can see her shoe at the top of the page.

This is us, at our photo shoot in the mid Atlantic.....we travel a lot to remote destinations no one knows about. Of course I mean, we had to bring this table map thingy and our action figures....what's sailing without them RIGHT?!!!!!!!!!

My Dad and I are setting up a project for the next few years. I hope it will go through. He'll send me short paragraphs about his life stories and or mine. Sort of in the context of creative non-fiction. Even when he refers to me, it won't be like "you did this", but "My son Anthony is the coolest cat in town" for instance.

I want to illustrate them but have some weird twist to them. Maybe having the text of the story spewing out of the characters stomach....something bizarre like that. Maybe having the subject sitting in his surroundings told in the story, but just sitting there in the story's real setting, just unwraveling what happened there out of his stomach or mouth with his hands. I just don't want to illustrate and simply put text underneath or on top of these fantastical stories my Dad has told me since I was little. There's always been a twist in my imagination when he sits me down and tries to tell me how he used to be a spy in Saudi.....I honestly have to give him credit for my imagination. Maybe one day he'll tell me he made these all up just so I would learn how to dream about things.

Maybe the illustrations would be sort of like if Norman Rockwell was on heroin, while cross breeding with the artist Ralph Steadman...................if that were possible at all....

But instead of having the text seperate, either having it playing interchangable roles within the characters in that given story. Or maybe just having the text thrown up across the random areas in the picture so they kind have to "piece it together themselves". That way it could symbolize how everyone I know has a different perception of my Dad and that the stories i've told are never viewed in the same way or the same chronological pattern.

I'm gonna need your help on this one Dude. Your code name on the internet is Dude. You know i'm talking to you half afro half carnivore-minus-the-carni.

We could even use it in our senior show. It might look pretty intense if we had 30 or so huge pieces of paper like the one shown above. I want to name it, "The Adventrues of a Paranoid Schizophrenic." There's actually a story behind that title too, I can't share it online, but i'll tell you later. Let's just use the phrase, "government cover-up", and also the phrase "that's why my mom thinks he's crazy". Know what I mean. Think you're up for it though? If you are, just give me two shakes of a lambs tail and we'll be on our way my glorious friend.

So anyway, he's sending me a story tonight, about a friend who was blown up in Vietnam.....something along the lines of that and and or being around explosions. He's got this one story he told me about when he was in Saigon. Some little boy handed him a coke can, and inside was secretly a granade, and my Dad's friend grabbed it from my army fighting Dadi-o, threw it on the ground and jumped ontop of it so it wouldn't injure anyone else around them. Turns out after the guy jumped on it and it exploded....he was left with no arms or legs. So really, this guy saved my dad's life, and it's just one of those moments where if that had not of happened, I wouldn't be writing this today.

Again though, he told me this when I was about 9, so I could have it all wrong and he could have just been going out to get some cokes with his buddies or something. That's why I can't wait to see how his true life stories will become illustrated by my imagination.

Okay well, that's all I really wanted to say tonight. Have a good night kid.

It's been on repeat for the past 3 hours

So i'm listening to te Yeah Yeah Yeah's album, and this hidden track caught my attention right after i sliced my thumb with a pointy tool we use in ceramcis. SoOooOOOOoo now, i'm in the computer lab , the cut it sealed up with dry clay since there were no bandages in sight, and I've wrapped paper towel around it to the size of a small tennis ball. I'm not sure if people like the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, but i'm sure it's either a love or hate kind of relationship. for those of you who hate her awsome and amazing screams followed by killer palm muted guitar riffs....download the song "Poor Song"....and it will give your ears a rest, and your heart just might swell up like in the movie The Gringe Who Stole Christmas. I'm talkin' to you! It'll grow three times it's size and you'll be left with a heafty surprise of a new summer band to rock out to.

I really like the lrics.....especially the end. just read for yourself.

(poor Song)
Baby I'm afraid of a lot of thingBaby I'm afraid of a lot of things but
I ain't scared of loving you
And baby I know you're afraid of a lot of things
But don't be scared of love... 'cause
People will say all kinds of things
But that don't mean a damn to me
'Cause all I see is what's in front of me
And that's you

Well I've been dragged all over the place
I've taken hits time just don't erase
And baby I can see you've been fucked with too
But that don't mean your loving days are through
'Cause people will say all kinds of things
But that don't mean a damn to me
'Cause all I see is what's in front of me
And that's you

Well I may be just a fool
But I know you're just as cool
And cool kids, they belong together

.......nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn........

well folks it's been a while...........it has hasn't it..........yes.....yes it has.

Not much has happened since my last post. I needed to take a break form all the extra curricular activities that were going on......you know...the whole space boy-underwater-cowboy. The imagination went blank as my last post only contained a picture of me as a ultra-omega-36th level-reacher in the game called frogger. Yeah.......you're probably asking about the suit then huh? well, if you go back one post you'll notice it has reflecting shields (which are actually my mom's christmas lights) that are used in the advance levels where you have to fight the ultra lord--------known as big wheeler fo-sheal-er------. If you've never reached that level....we'll you're not doing a very good job with the thing called............"imagination".

Work has been pretty boring....although I wouldn't know too much about anything else regarding work because I am usually never here. I tend to leave around say 50 minutes after arriving......and everyday it's the same question for the poor co-worker that has to put up with my shit............it's goes a little something....like this......."sooooo ummmm........you think it's cool if I take of early?"............and that my friends is my saying for "you know I'm gonna leave right now don't you....I mean I've been asking you the same question now for three weeks straight...when are you gonna just say "ANthony! get the fudge out of here you've been working for like 40 minutes...that's way too long for you".
yes..............it's a glorious thing.

i wonder what he's gonna do with that finger....that's right old man....you're a sick pervert standing next to a half naked astro boy.

www.myscifiworld.com has some really cool action figures......someday when i'm old my studio will be filled with old 50's and 60's sci-fi action figures....why because I'll need someone(or something) to talk to. okay check out minira, he has radioactive smoke rings and a atmoic ray. How COOL IS THAT. Someday Minira, you will be on my shelf and I shall have to settle you down everyday so you don't blow atomic radioactive smoke rings into my face while I am painting.

Does anyone actually read this? because I really do feel like i'm talking to myself.....and.....that................it's getting really quiet...............CAN SOMEONE LEAVE A MESSAGE FOR ME?!

I wonder if there's people out there in blogger land that write really creepy stuff, just waiting for someone to notice them.............................for instance I would love to see some picked-on grade schooler, who has terrets, post something like, "Today....FUCKKKK..I cut my toenails.....MOTHER, SHIT FACE ASS..with hedge clippers............picked off some scabs......ate them..ASSSSSS ..broke my FUCK FUCK dog's leg..........then I baked a SHIT!!!!!!!!cake for my teacher and sprinkled them in between the layers along with fecal matter..........he hehehhe hehehhhhehee hhee hheeee" (that was suppose sinister laugh) kinda looks la-LA-La-LAME!!!!!!!
time for a picture?

Okay kid..first off......paper towel rolls do not go into space..(it's a well known fact that you first have to cover the entire paper roll with glitter.).so you should just stop what you're doing and realize that paper towel rolls DO NOT go into space let alone higher than 3 ft. into a trash can.....second of all check out your friend Kirby in the background, you see what happened to him when you told him to try this experiment......SCOLDED, he got kicked out of school thanks to you.....your teacher is only winding his wrist watch to give him a 10 second lead before he beats the shit out of him.................that's not an "A" he's marking in the grade book.....And you see your "friend" Billy in the background with the blue shirt....well...........he just realized you guys were retarded...............now he's going to go get high in behind the bleachers.....so can you finally see what harm you've caused by thinking that your little "rocket ships" will venture off into space. A kid gets yelled at and you've influenced drugs upon little Billy. ALSO ......dude, are you afraid that "half of a red easter-egg" cap is going to somehow break mid-way in space and randomly poke your eye out? Do yourself a favor, get some lightening bolts buzzed in the sides of your head, grow out a rat tail.......and buy yourself a pair of converse......

now you see your friend Lydia has it all figured out. See the glitter.

you can see little Billy eyeing the glue......he's already realized something is wrong with your plan and has moved on to plan "B".

im such a dick sometimes, actually I take that back......i'm a fuggin' looser who makes fun 6th graders behind their backs. LIBERY CENTRAL SCHOOLS SUCK ASSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CLASS OF 81 RULLLLESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! god i'm so lonely.

Everyone should watch Aqua Teen Hunger Force