you made my night, Jamie McNaueal Jr. <3 :)
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I think the real reason I decided to start a blog is because I have all these ideas that go through my mind 24/7, but no one to tell them to.
It's a really depressing thing, when you think about it.
I know that no one reads these, so theoretically, it's just like talking to myself.
Next time you see me, I'll be in a straight jacket.
Kill me.
"Next Blog"
Anyone else find it funny how you'll be surfing through blogs via the convenient "next blog" button, and all of a sudden, everything is in Spanish?
iPad
I don't understand why everyone is making such a big deal about the new iPad. Yes, it is only one letter apart from "iPod," but Apple has made "iWHATEVER" famous because of the phenomenal products they make. What is the product? It's like a note pad without the paper. Who made it? Apple. What do they name all their other products? iPod, iTouch iPhone...
These aren't difficult names, people. What is the iPhone? It's a PHONE. What is the iPad? It's a TOUCH PAD.
By the consistent use of the "i" infront of what the product is, it will be easily recognized by people of the world, because when they see "iBLAHBLAH" they automatically think Apple.
Apple = futuristic, amazing, fun, cool looking, fast, efficient.
By choosing a product name that simply furthers this appeal, they're just doing the normal thing.
something really depressing
We all like hearing about drama that's going on in other peoples' lives, right? Right. That's why we have moronic shows about drama drama drama, and the ironic thing is, we all laugh and watch meanwhile dreading that part of the show where it ENDS, cause you know that you're gonna have to go back to that thing called life. You turn off your tvs, or you close megavideo, and you go back to the black cloud that you spend the majority of your days in.
Life is cruel.
Especially for a 17 year old girl, with too many problems to name.
fuck portfoilios
Holy fucking shit.
So, here I am the night before I have to hand in my portfolio for Ryerson's Image Arts program, when I suddenly realize I'm not actually that good of an artist!
What the FUCK am I going to do when I don't get accepted to any of the universities I've applied to?
What then?!
I can't stay in this house for one more fucking year.
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