4/25

I feel like shit. I went to a party last night. I was out till midnight. I drank about five of these bad boys:


































So, yeah. I feel like shit. Not to mention that the only real food I had yesterday was a piece of pizza. I think I had an ice cream sandwich for breakfast. Ugh.

I did get to see Mikhaela, though. That was nice. She left a little early, though, because her crazy uncle showed up in town. A bunch of my old friends from school were at the party. I t was cool seeing them again. They really liked Mikhaela. They want to do something like that again soon. That would be lovely.

I think it should rain today. It rained a bit yesterday. Hmm. I think we're leaving the rainy season behind in our city of Portland... sad. And strange. Usually, the rain doesn't stop until, like, July.

Fuck, I have a lot of homework. If I don't get started on this shit now, I'm not going to sleep tonight.

So,

Byes.

Oh, and I slept the last two nights. Six hours each night. But I still feel like fuck after last night's sugary escapade.

4/23

Is it really really bad that I haven't slept for four days?

It feels like it. I feel like a fucking slug. My EYES won't stay open. And what's this? I have to go to school for five hours today? Fuck me. I'm going to die. At least I have a free period. Maybe I can get some sleep.

Anyway, I came up with an idea for a comic a while ago that I think is pretty cool. I'll try to draw something up today.

Basically, the idea is that human kind had polluted the air so much, that they recolonised at the bottom of the ocean, near the mid-Atlantic Rift, miles and miles down. They use mecha and submarines to explore the surrounding area and collect food. They haven't yet invented a machine that could probe the surface, but we'll get to that.

There are three main characters.
One is a mecha pilot, who explores the surrounding ocean and maps it (that's his job-- a cartographer), by the name of Christopher Hawkins.
Another is a scientist who has begun development on a surface probe to test the levels of pollution above the water. However, he is having trouble securing funding from the government, and it seems they don't want him to complete his project. His name is Stephen Crosby.
The last (but not least important, possibly the most integral character in the manga) character is a teenage girl involved in the organisation formerly known as "GreenPeace," that is now known as "Little Atropos," a group of revolutionaries that believe the surface is no longer contaminated, and that the government is keeping the poor, working-class people below and sending the rich, upper-class people above to live on the surface (they believe this because of the mysterious disappearances of aristocrats and politicians from the upper levels of the City. Her name is Paige. She doesn't remember her last name (at least not for now).

The City is known as exactly that: The City. It's never referred to as anything else (though some people call it "Atlantis" as a joke). It's divided into seven levels. The top level (Level One) is for politicians and high-class members of society. It is also the home of the City Senate, the highest power in The City. Levels Two, Three and Four are for upper-class members of society. Most of them don't work, and are supported entirely by corporations run in Level Seven. Levels Five and Six are for the lower and working classes. They are the widest inhabited levels, and, over time, Six has been mostly buried under silt from the ocean floor. The people who live here are workers, and perform maintenance on machinery in Level Seven (though they never actually enter Level Seven) or run hydroponic farms for the upper levels. The City Prison is also on Level Six, as well as two asylums. Level Seven is uninhabited, (or so The City is led to believe) and people are only ever sent down there to perform the occasional maintenance. It is completely underground, and full of machinery. These machines supply power, clean water, medicine, clothing and any other manufacturable item you could think of to the levels above.

It should be noted that Paige is an amnesiac and somewhat schizophrenic. She's prone to delusions and hallucinations, as well as panic attacks. In these attacks, she will hyperventilate and often go catatonic for a few minutes. She takes medication for these attacks, injected directly into her vein with a syringe.

Anyway, that's it.
I hope y'all (meaning my invisible followers) have a good day.

4/22~2

I am sitting here, doing absolutely nothing, in math class. Boring boring boring blah blah blah blah blah. I hate this class so fucking much. It's the end of the day, and I don't want to sit down and listen to someone drone on and fucking on about something that doesn't matter to me.

I'm a fucking film major. What am I going to do with trigonometry?

So, I decided I would make a post.

I've had a bit of an obsession with abandoned houses lately. I've been visiting one near my house for a while now (it'll be about two years). I've come to call it "my house," because I spent so much time there. Whenever my parents piss me off or I get to stressed to deal with anything outside myself, I go to my house and sort things out for myself.

Then, when I can at least deal with myself, I'm ready to deal with the rest of the world's problems.

That seems to be my job these days.

Anyway, class is almost out. So...

Goodbyes.

Oh, good band you might want t check out-- Pianos Become The Teeth. Look up the song "Houses We Die In."

PEACE!

4/22

I wish it would rain.

All of my best memories were made in the rain. My memory isn't what it used to be... a fine bit of rain might bring something back to me.

I remember when me and Mikhaela went to Hawthorne. It was raining that day. The lights from the cars were reflected on the street. The rain had turned the asphalt into a shimmering mirror.
I fell in love with her that night. It was magical. We went to a rose garden, but all the roses were gone. The branches were cut. I told her how I felt about her while we sat on a little bench. She held my hand. I miss her. Scheduling this term is crappy. I never see her at school anymore... I think we're doing something Saturday.

I haven't gone for a walk in the rain in a long time. At least not just to walk. I guess I've walked home from school in it.

I truly despise sunny rain. I do. They seem unnatural to me, these so-called "monkey-showers."

I hope it rains today, I really do.

I remember when I first found this song. When I heard it, it reminded me of driving through the woods at night in the rain. Go find it. The song is "Song for Broken Birdie" by We're From Japan!

I know the drummer of that band. His name is Martin... he lives in Germany now... I wonder when him and Lianne will be back.

I miss Mary. God, do I miss her. We would camp out (all of us, Mary, Tony, Becca, Colton & Elizabeth, Ravin) on the top of Ravin's apartment building and lie there. You couldn't see the stars because of the smog and the clouds, but it was still nice. It rained one night. We were all so high we didn't even care.
I miss them. But I don't want to talk about that yet.

I suppose it's goodbye for now.
An update on my sleeping schedule: half an hour in the last three days. I'm not doing so hot.