o2o. The Birthday Present

I think I should print this out and frame it. A friend of mine gave it to me for my birthday, but she didn't give me the original. She lives far, far away, so she can't just give me the physical copy. I should ask her to mail it to me.

Anyway, this is one of the things I got for my birthday. I don't really know what it is, but it says "modern art" everytime I look at it. I will give this kid a name now. It's name is Francine, and it has no gender. It is a genderless being, kind of like Elton John, only way cooler.

If I had any artistic ability, I'd draw a friend for Francine, but alas, I do not. I think Francine needs a friend, so maybe I'll try to draw one for it. I'll show you the results because you need to see how bad I am at drawing. Everyone needs to see, and laugh at me.

o19. Even More Child Marketing

These are the wave of the future in cigarette technology. Brilliant idea, really. See, they're these cigarettes called Camel Crush. I guess it's because you crush the ball, and minty flavor happens.

Yes, you read correctly. You push the little "button" in the center of the filter, and this thing pops. Then mint gets released, and it's like you're suddenly smoking a menthol. It's really a trip. But I really do think that these were made for fourteen year olds. Why? I know a fourteen year old that smokes them.

It doesn't matter to me that kids smoke, but the tobacco companies should own up to their marketing techniques that are targeting our youth. Our youth is not safe from the tobacco company! I propose that we do absolutely nothing about this. Why? It doesn't really matter.

o18. Hitchhiking.

I read this book when I was in sophomore year, and I haven't really read it since then. But last night, I was bored and decided to read it again, and I got to chapter four. However, upon reading it this time, I've come to the conclusion that if this book were a true story, I would be very, very happy. I'm thinking it would be one of the coolest things ever, to live in this book.

First, because Douglas Adams is a genius. And second, because who wouldn't want to hitch a ride on a flying saucer? Seriously. I would. If you wouldn't, then you're not worthy of the internet. Turn off your computer and do something else.

In other news, I've been listening to At the Drive-in all morning, and I've decided I love them. If you like music, which most people do, you should listen to them. In fact, listen to them while you read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It's an amazing experience that you won't soon forget.

o17. Hachi

Pictured to the left is Hachiko. Hachi. Whatever. I call her either or, depending on my mood. The point of this blog is that Hachi is...well, how do I phrase this without her hitting me (she's sitting next to me)? Uhm. Hachi is this girl I know. Her real name shall not be mentioned, because she is in the witness protection program. Something about someone murdering a dog in front of her. I don't know the whole story, but I do know that the dog killer is still on the loose. Lock up your dogs, lest they be murdered by the dog murderer.

The point is not the dog murderer. The point is Hachi. Now, let me tell you something about this girl. She smiles. A lot. She's smiling right now even. And denying it. Hachi denies that she smiles all the time, and everything embarrasses her. Especially when you say 'sex.' Now she's cussing me out in her native tongue (Spanish). She does that a lot, and I usually just talk in random Japanese as a reply.

But anyway, here's Hachi. Hachi, Hachi, Hachi.

That gives me an idea. I think I will write a poem now.

HACHI (THE POEM)

Oh, Hachi, my dear sweet Hachi

She is not a fan of hockey

She enjoys to eat the pocky.

Hachi, Hachi.

You don't eat the pockey.

Best. Poem. Ever.

o16. Pointless Video Part III

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o15. Koda Kumi

'Nuff said.

o14. MySpace Pictures

I don't understand these. Pictured to the left is myself, because I didn't want to steal someone's picture to prove a point. I think I could get sued for that. Anyway, the point is, MySpace pictures. Are they really necessary? You know the ones. Usually from an upward angle with your free hand in the air a little, and you're looking down. I don't understand them at all. Sure, I've taken a few myself, but that doesn't mean I understand them. Honestly, that's a good picture of me. Still, what's the point? All you're doing is making yourself look like you're emo. EMO. Who wants to be emo anyway? I guess a lot of people do, but I don't understand why, considering emo is a genre of music? Emo, originally, was derived from punk. It got the name emo because it was emotional, and not in the "my girlfriend just dumped me so I'm gonna cry for a year" sort of way. They were sung with emotion. I guess that people these days are stupid and think that anything that's "emotional," such as your girlfriend breaking up with you, and you having a /wrist spasm for six weeks, is emo. It's not.

But I do like the new definition of emo a lot. Really, I do. Some of them are pretty people. Gorgeous even. Anyway, I guess a lot of people rant about this. The rant wasn't the point of this blog though.

The point is that if you take a picture like this, you'll get shoved down a sewer. No lie. It happened to a friend of a friend of a guy I knew in kindergarden.

o13. Penis All The Way

So this was fun. Hachi and I were conversing on MSN messenger. Well, camming? And conversing. My sound card is broken. Anyway, we ended up talking about how truly gay she is not, and I decided I would go along with it. PENIS ALL THE WAY!!! I think that threw her off a little.

o12. Shaunee

I didn't do this yet, so I guess I will do that now. As the title of my blog suggests (and the title of this post also), my name is Shaunee. In four days I'll be twenty years of age, and I'm not looking forward to that at all. Actually, it's kind of a scary thing to think about. I've been around for twenty years. I'm old. [tear]

Aside from that, I'm a writer. I'm a filmmaker. I'm a director. Okay, so not yet, but I will be. I'm going to school to study film in January of 2009. I'm looking forward to it because, well, it's what I love doing. Everything about making movies is amazing to me. I've wanted this since I was sixteen. Once again, I feel old. That was like, four years ago. Scary.

I'm obsessed with taking pictures of myself, especially on the days that my hair is perfect (like today, I'll post more about this in my next entry). I think that the most important thing in life is to have perfect hair, even if I lied just now.

I have a few obsessions. Yes, obsessions. Koda Kumi, blogging (as of yesterday), my hair, oshare kei fashion, jpop, jrock, music in general, and some other things. I think I've lost most of my readers by now, but that's okay. To those I haven't lost, I have a special message just for you. That message is:

One day I hope to get over myself and be the coolest person ever. What a contradictory statement.

o11. Random Woman

So, my loyal readers (which I only have three of, maybe four), I was at Bi-Mart today and I decided it was a wonderful opportunity to take some pictures so I would have things to blog about. I already had an idea planned out after I saw generic cat food, but I think this idea is far better than that.

You see, my readers, I decided I would take a picture of the machine that gives out newspapers. Well, I guess it doesn't give them out considering you have to pay, but whatever, but that's not the point. The poinrt is, after I took the picture that you are looking at, this woman asked me why I was taking a picture of that. Well, I told her that I'm from California and that I have an internet blog that's very popular. I told her that I get a lot of hits every day, and she asked for the address, so I gave it to her. I wonder if she'll be mad when she reads this, considering I'm not from California.

o1o. Pokemon

I have an old obsession to share with everyone. Pokemon. I've been playing these games since the first one came out. I even pre-ordered Pearl Version when it came out, and since then I've beat the game twice. Yet, I can't seem to find all of the Pokemon for my PokeDex. See, they've added too many new Pokemon since the original 150. I don't understand why they would do that to these kids. Do they really expect us to be able to find all of them? I don't even know how many there are now, and I don't care to memorize all of them like I did with the originals when I was a kid. Maybe I'm growing up, or maybe I'm just lazy. Whatever the case, I still don't know why they would add so many. It's hard to keep up with these things for me. I wish I could find all of them, but it's too much of a bother to run around and find all of them. I'd much rather just play through the game and win without finding all of those stupid things. Also, in Pearl, it's a lot easier to catch them. I just started a new game, and I already have fifteen. It's not a challenge to catch them, but it's a challenge to find them. It's irritating. I don't understand the world. Nothing makes sense anymore.

oo9. The Shoes

I have an old pair of TUK shoes that I got sometime two years ago. They're worn out, and have holes on the bottoms of them, and the soles are coming out. One of the soles did come out, and now I have to walk on this brown thing. I don't wear these shoes anymore, but I find it hard to get rid of them. See, I'm attached to these shoes. They're like one of my best friends, and I don't think I could bear to part with them without shedding a few tears. Maybe I should stop getting attached to shoes. Or maybe I should learn to throw old things away. I've never been very good at that. I used to keep everything I once owned, from clothes that were worn out to things that were broken. I don't like getting rid of things because I feel like I'm losing a part of myself. Is this alright? Should I feel this way? I don't know that I should. It's kind of a bad thing. Anyway, I should rid myself of these shoes, but for now I think I will just keep them somewhere. Maybe I will put them in my closet. Or, even better, I could hang them up on my wall as though they were some amazing poster. I think I will do that.

oo8. Bathroom Cat

There's a cat living in my bathroom. He's been living there for quite some time now, and I think this needs to stop. I think he needs to be in the house with the rest of the cats. Sometimes I even contemplate setting him free to run with the wild ones. Sure, he's taken care of. He always has food and water. He has a litter box, and it's frequently clean. Still, it's wicked obvious that he wants to live outside of the bathroom. I mean, how would you feel if you had to live in a bathroom for your whole life? Would you be happy? I'd like to know, please tell me! This poor cat is stuck there. I should set him free one day, but I fear I will be punished by my mother if I were to do such a thing. So I'm stuck with my love of freedom, and my lack of wanting to be bitched out for letting him go.

The reason he is kept in there is because he fights with the other cats, but I still think it's unfair. Maybe I should lock her in the bathroom for a week. I'd feed her and clean out her litter box, because I'd take out the toilet first, so she couldn't use it. Would that be human cruelty? I'm not sure.

oo7. Bathroom Signs

There's a sign on my bathroom door at my house that says "restrooms" and then has a picture of a woman and a man with a line seperating the two. I think that it's kind of weird to have co-ed bathrooms. I think that the negative possibilities are endless. There's the chance of a woman mistaking a urinal for a sink, or a man peeing on the seat because he's menatally handi-cap. You know, that wouldn't be something I'd want to see ever. I wouldn't want to walk into a public restroom and see pee on the seat. Or even worse, sit in the pee. I don't think it would be enjoyable at all. Men and women should have seperate bathrooms. Segregation! Men and women should have different restrooms. It's just the way things should work.

This is my dream. That one day, men and women will not have to share bathrooms. Maybe I can be the Martin Luther King Jr. of segregating bathrooms?

oo6. Phones

So I'm on the phone with my friend Corey. We're talking abou things that we talk about, and it's fun. Like always. I <3>

I've decided that white girls should never try to dance as though they can 'shake it.' whatever 'it' is. I'm sure that white girls don't have 'it.' Why? They're white. White girls, like myself, don't really have anything. Well, I guess some of them have ginormous boobs? But why would I want that? I often ask myself while I'm trying to fall asleep if I'd want big boobies, and I always decide that I don't. I think they'd be heavy, and it would be hard to walk.

oo5. Pointless Video Part II (Ali)

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oo4. Pointless Video Part I

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oo3. Old Comic

I guess you'll probably want to see the full sized image so you can actually read the comic. Click here to see it. Anyway, I drew this a long time ago in December of 2007 for a friend of mine. She lives in Coos Bay, and wanted me to draw her a comic, so I did. This is what came out. This...whatever it is, was the outcome. Reading over it nine months later, it's actually kind of funny I guess. I tend to lose my comics, but I scanned this one so I could send it to the girl that requested it. She didn't even say what I had to make the comic about. All she said was that she wanted me to draw her a comic, so I did. She liked it.

oo2. Pretty Cigarettes

You know, I really am starting to think that they might be marketing cigarettes to kids. I'd be hypocritical to say that I care since I started smoking when I was fourteen, but seriously. Look at how pretty this box is!! It's probably the only box of cigarettes that I've ever thought was pretty. I wasn't enticed to buy it because it was pretty though. It came in this Buy one Get one Free deal, so I didn't see this amazing box until I opened the thing it came in. If I would have seen the box before, I would have bought two of the buy one get one free deal. Then I'd have four boxes of smokes, but only two pretty ones. It's pretty to the point where I was tempted not to open it, and just keep it on my desk to look pretty. Then my addiction kicked in, and I needed to open it. See the shiny black designs? Well, when you actually touch those, they're kind of grainy. I guess some designer made the box. I don't really know why though. I think it's weird that a designer would design a box of cigarettes. I bet she got paid a lot though. That could be why she decided to do it. I'm also guessing that she didn't really even work too hard on this idea. It was probably more than easy for her to make this up.

oo1. The Chicken

So today I went to KFC and ordered chicken (I guess that's really all you can get at KFC though). I was looking forward to eating the delicious chicken goodness, but when I start to eat it, it tastes bad. It could be my taste buds, but the place just opened up? I'm not really sure what to think about it. I just know that I wish it would have tasted better. I like chicken a lot, it's probably my favorite thing to eat, especially chicken strips.

Anyway, the place that opened is a KFC/A&W. Maybe next time I should just go with a burger or something. The rest of what I ordered (mac & cheese and mashed potatoes) was edible, but I didn't finish the potatoes after eating the chicken. I kind of lost my appetite after that. D: