Man, every time I pass by this firedoor to get to my classroom I just wish I could evaporate into gas and pass through the sides of the door. I think that would be a pretty cool looking superpower.

Oh no! The clock my brother gave me for my birthday a long time ago just fell and all the hands came off. Earlier in the week my digital watch also stopped working too. What’s odd is that it’s not the battery: it still displays the time; it’s just stopped on Monday, January 27th 8:00:16. This is a sad state of affairs since I’ve had both my clock and my watch for the last seven years. I guess this makes me . . . timeless.

I can see Moose’s office from my bedroom. Moose is our main animation instructor right now and he doesn’t talk a whole lot about his studio/company so I’m sorta wondering how he’d feel about this situation. I’ve only seen him once or twice by the window and aside from that the light just goes on during the daytime and off during the nighttime. The blinds go up and down too. Voyeurism sure is boring.

Watching Tarzan over again has rekindled my desire to swing around like Spiderman. Lately I’ve been thinking about other superpowers I’d like to have too: the ability to pass through walls (so when I’m carrying lots of stuff to school I don’t have to open the doors), to move things with my mind (so I don’t have to push the elevator button either), to turn into a cat-like monster when I’m angry (because people might look at you oddly when you roar and tear things down as a regular guy) and to have a watch that can allow you to travel back in time (because we just started watching Back to the Future III during lunch in my class). I’d also somehow like the ability to post pictures on this blog and an understanding of PHP but that might be stretching things. Jed told me he’d like the ability to not need sleep or food (because you’d have all this extra time) but if I had those powers I’d probably do those things for fun anyway (and I’d probably just waste more time).

I just tried the fish and chips at Smiles. A piece of it fell on my telephone bill and formed a tiny puddle. I think if I jiggle in my chair I can feel the oil molecules assimilating into my waistline. I haven’t had food this oily since KFC dinner at Ed’s.

I got one of those “if I only knew then what I knew now” feelings when I was staring at an original Swoop dinobot behind a glass case at a comic book store with a price tag at $190. It was accompanied with  fond memories of my Dinobot whose wing my friends broke. Ahh the memories.

For background design we’re designing Baby Herman’s bedroom (of Roger Rabbit fame) and one thing we need in the room is a cluttered desk. So as I’m drawing more and more stuff on the desk I’m thinking that it takes much more effort to draw a messy desk than to make a messy desk. I’ve done practically nothing and my desk at home is cluttered with books, peanut shells, an itinerary, plastic utensils, a glove, some loose change, my sunglasses, orange peels, empty takeout containers, a wooden fan, some pharmaceutical post-its, and various drawing related stuff. I mean one minute it’s clean and a couple weeks later … voila! All this stuff! Background design is another matter and it looks like I might have to put a good deal of effort to make a mess as good as the one I have beside me.

The new Spiderman DVD which Rob brought to class has rekindled my love for the silly red and blue costume. The closest thing I have to that are these black nike stretchpants which my mom brought up with her when she visited me last weekend. Those pants, combined with a really tight fitted black and red jersey which Denisse wears that I tried on today, can almost make me look like a costumed superhero from the neck down. Without all the muscle bulges. Now if only I had 1) a mask, 2) superpowers, and 3) a cool name/symbol. The only thing I do have which is remotely superpowerish is the ability to not sleep very much so I probably could, in theory, roam the streets late at night (I haven’t yet developed the love of not sleeping very much) So my mom came up to visit me last week for a couple hours. She naturally brought me a trunkload of stuff which was nice (like the stretchpants), useful (a mini stapler), tasty (jellybeans!), and some some other stuff like cologne which I said I didn’t need. We drove around a bit and I took her to a place I like to eat.

Rob has introduced me (and a few others) to the wonderful world of cellular text messaging. Sure it’d be a whole lot faster and easier to call the guy up but it’s kinda fun to get a message. Kinda like email on the go but instead of 101 keys y … o … u … (space) g … e … t … (space) p … (backspace) o … n … l … y … (space) 1 … 2 … (menu) (send)

So I ran out of milk yesterday. In the spirit of Halloween I decided to use orange juice in my cereal instead. I figured: it’s orange, halloween is orange, it could work. The result was very scary indeed.