This picture is funny as hell. I swear, it really looks like a person in a panda outfit.

Can't think....anymore....

I can't take this anymore--I've been sitting here on my couch watching the olympics for the last 5 days, only getting up to eat and shit and use the computer. Since this morning, I've moved the computer to my coffee table so I don't even have to get up to use my computer anymore. The most exciting part of my day is deciding who I should root for, US or China. On one hand, I want China to do well in these olympics because they're at home and I truly fear for the safety and reputations of the Chinese athletes if they don't put up golds in every category. On the other hand, I'm American-born and want America to represent. This question has been bouncing back and forth in my head for the last 5 days. I can't take it anymore. Phantom aches are starting to surface all over my body for no reason. I'm noticing how angry I get when NBC is airing nothing but rowing for a good 3 hour stretch. Oh, and the Chinese Gymnastics Women are little alien robot people. Weird.

The Olympics are dominating my thoughts every waking hour. I've never watched my tv so intently as I have in the last fdew ays and the olympics aren't even half over yet! I don't know if I'll survive the duration of the games.

I need to somehow break this addiction. But I can't. NBC has thorougly brainwashed me into thinking Michael Phelp's quest for 8 golds is a life and death situation. My body odor has soaked into my furnture. Gross.

I feel like I ought to post in this thing more now that I'm all mobile-capable and everything. Did you know that blogger was capable of that? So I did a test blog post the other day from my phone (even though I was at home), and it got posted to this site within minutes! Pictures and everything! Very exciting stuff. Now all zero readers can see hear about me no matter where I go.

Anyway, I'm sitting here at the pasadena art center waiting to watch some sort of fashion show that diana invited julie to. She made it seem all exclusive and frou frou but it seems more like a middle school open house for the parents night. We even got suckered into donating 5 dollars each when it was clear no one else was donating squat. I'm just a sucker.

I'm not quite sure what to expect since I've never been to a fashion show, but hopefully we'll get to see some hot girls in skimpy outfits. I won't hold my breath.

Edit: julie didn't read the invitation all the way through. Its a fashion show for highschool designers. Awesome!
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I've come to realize that I have a hard time expressing myself creatively. I feel like my brain is a pot on a hot stove, bubbling from the pressure of the creativity juices, and randomly bursting out all over the kitchen counter and floor. Although this does end up releasing some of the built up creativity, its an uncontrolled mess and the creative juice that escapes just winds up on a table mop and into the trash, never to be seen or admired by anyone. Uncontrolled and unintentional. This blog.

Many gifted people can release some of this pressure in a controlled method through a number of ways - drawing, filmmaking, music, photography, etc. With them, it's as if they have one of those mulit-function water hose adaptors that have all the cool settings like jet, sprinkle, grass, spread, and my favorite, rain. They have complete control of how they can express themselves. And it comes out looking cool too. And often times, we know exactly what it's supposed to mean.

Because I am not a member of the water jose club, creativity is expressed in a different way. I do my best to package it up for people to understand, but its hard because I am not equipped with some of the tools. I tried explaining this to my girlfriend, but she just laughed. Tell me if this is weird:

Certain movies or tv shows hit a chord that resonates throughout my whole body like a perfect note played. For some reason or another, that movie or tv show, in its presentation, will capture exactly my essence at the time. Because I am unable to express my creativity through an outlet I can control, I will sometimes find an expression that someone else has made and adapt it to portray my feelings. Its as if the expression is my own. And it doesn't always have to do with the story or setting of the show, hell, the show doesn't even have to be good. It can be the attitude, the tone, or the chemistry that really hits home. When I get to experience a show like that, it honestly makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. It's as if the show understands what I feel but cannot say. To be understood on a deeper level, that's an awesome feeling.

And when this happens, it rejuvenates my mind, body, soul, and desire to work in tv/film. I want to make something that will harmonize with someone else's chord. You know, make them feel like someone understands them on a more esoteric level. I want to be the cause of that warm and fuzzy feeling. I want to be part of the water hose club and finally graduate from the boiling pot mess.