| Date: | 2007-04-20 18:28 |
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yeah so this is like the third post ive ever done cause im not a huge blogger. don't know what to say most of the time so i just comment.
anyway. last year in my art class we had to draw a portrait of someone and everyone did someone famous or their friend or something but i did Jim Halpert and of course no one knew who it was (cause they were all sucky losers then)
well im really not an artist and i can't really draw for my life unless i stare at a picture and do an exact copy. (which is kind of what i did for this HA!)
so i took pictures of it cause i wanted to use one as a profile pic for something
i was pretty proud of it so i went crazy with the pictures..now that i look at it i dont think its that good but i'm still proud!
these aren't all the pictures because i dont need to bombard you with different angle shots.
it looks better in person (probably like he would :])
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| Date: | 2007-02-22 15:38 |
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heres a video i found quite entertaining. my vacation is pretty boring so all i do is sit around in various rooms of the house..
yes, i just sit there.
well this is of kristen bell and chris lowell interviewing each other on set
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| Date: | 2006-12-28 23:28 |
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| Music: | on the bus mall -- the decemberists |
In matching blue raincoats,
Our shoes were our show boats
We kicked around.
From stairway to station
We made a sensation
With the gadabout crowd.
And oh, what a bargain,
We're two easy targets
For the old men at the off-tracks,
Who've paid in palaver
And crumpled old dollars,
Which we squirreled away
In our rat trap hotel by the freeway.
And we slept-in Sundays.
Your parents were anxious,
Your cool was contagious
At the old school.
You left without leaving
A note for your grieving
Sweet mother, while
Your brother was so cruel.
And here in the alleys
Your spirits were rallied
As you learned quick to make a fast buck.
In bathrooms and barrooms,
On dumpsters and heirlooms,
We bit our tongues.
Sucked our lips into our lungs
'til we were falling.
Such was our calling.
And here in our hollow we fuse like a family,
But I will not mourn for you.
So take up your makeup
And pocket your pills away.
We're kings among runaways
On the bus mall.
We're down
On the bus mall.
Among all the urchins and old Chinese merchants
Of the old town,
We reigned at the pool hall
With one iron cue ball
And we never let the bastards get us down.
And we laughed off the quick tricks--
The old men with limp dicks--
On the colonnades of the waterfront park.
As 4 in the morning came on, cold and boring,
We huddled close
In the bus stop enclosure enfolding.
Our hands tightly holding.
But here in our hollow we fuse like a family,
But I will not mourn for you.
So take up your makeup
And pocket your pills away.
We're kings among runaways
On the bus mall.
We're down
On the bus mall.
We're down
On the bus mall.
Down on the bus mall.
Oh ooh oh
[care to guess what this song is about?]
hahahah id tell you but... well i still like it.
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