Monday, January 31
      
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I've been seeing these things everywhere, and thought I'd give it a try. I still don't know how they work.

I love Damien. Because Damien is the shit.

Read more of the Motley book today, and got to the part where Izzy started chaos between Guns n' Roses and Motley Crue. As Vince describes punching Izzy, Izzy falls down like "a tipped cow." I really fucking tried hard not to laugh out loud while sitting in the middle of the classroom under bright lights with everyone's front row view of me. I despise sitting in the middle or the front, and hate it almost as much as Gwar when I'm sitting in the center of the front row. Fuck you, no matter what I will always not be doing my work, you fucking teacher.

Yeah, that was fucking hilarious. I've heard both sides of the story, and Axl (not sure if I could even take Vince's word, much less Axl's word. they're both full of shit) said that Izzy told him that Vince punched him like a "powderpuff" in an interview that I saw on TV. But Vince claimed he decked him square and hard in the face. Who knows. I wish I was there. I wish I was taller than four feet and older than fifteen years old back then with nice kajungas and plenty of junk in the trunk.

I love Damien. Because Damien is the shit.

Fucking kill me now, because I think I'm starting to like the song "My World." It sounds like Nine Inch Nails, and I like Nine Inch Nails. A lot. If you hadn't already fucking noticed. Especially if you've read all of my entries and not even noticed my username, then you are 100% in need to be branded with the "DUMBFUCK" cowprod on your forehead by Christina. (LiveJournal) The song leaves a lot of mystery to the album, and raises questions like, "What the fuck?" or "Do I have something up my ass? Because this song is so completely full of shit that it fucks up the rectal muscles in my ass." So the Illusions albums don't end with something so expected, like some big finale ol' fancy shmancy song like "Estranged." To make things even more full of shit on me, I don't like "Estranged." Too many keyboards. Keyboards are for pussies. Not Duran Duran because Duran Duran is fucking hot and the keyboard player is even hotter. In conclusion, "My World" does a lot of good. I like surprises. And that was crazy shit.

Vince Neil might have started this "Axl is a pussy" thing. In the book he called Axl Rose a pussy. Before me. Before ME! I applaud you, oh Mr. Half Mexican Chicken McNugget. If he's half mexican, I'm guessing he is very flavory. No wonder he got so many chicks.

We're designing CD covers in desktop publishing. I'm making a David Bowie one, and it's sexy. The front is Ziggy Stardust, and the back is him lying in a bed smoking. That's fucking even more sexier. I was thinking of making an Aerosmith one, but the Bowie one just looked too fucking cool to change my idea. I'm almost done, and will be shown to you children sometime soon.

Oh but don't cry, Aerosmith germs. In printmaking I'll be making an Aerosmith thing. Just the logo, because anything else looks shitty when I try to make prints of them with styrofoam and ink and speedballers and all that shit. Tried to do a Jimi Hendrix print, but the first one looked like Steve Urkel and the second one looked like rabies. I want to get to the Andy Warhol silk screening soon. Soon, bitch, soon.

There was a pizza party in that class, finally. Ate four fucking slices to my heartburn's content. Or five, I forgot. The reason I kept on eating despite my fullness was that the teacher said, "You are either working or you're eating." And I don't want to work. So I kept on eating.


Christina N. @ 5:29 PM