Thursday, May 24, 2007
I'm going to spare all the details and just say, I have no clue how to use it and I've been trynig to figure it out lately.
All the tutorials on the interweb are complete crap. They say things like "Go to the layering tab and click the gradient release button, then choose your saturation setting and set that as your third layer." AS IF I KNOW WHAT ALL THAT MEANS. I need a tutorial that says stuff like "See that button right underneath that button that looks sort of like some old lady's arthritic hand? That's the text button."
I do know, however, how to download and use different brushes. It's so much fun. I don't really know how they'll serve any purpose in the future, but they sure are fun to work with. Here are some I've been playing with. (Click any picture to see it in better detail.)
Some dead trees. Looks pretty sweet, no?
These were labeled "Japanese Foliage", but they look more Hawaiian to me. Either way, they're cool looking.
I got these because they remind me a lot of John Mayer's Jimi Hendrix Monterey Pop Strat guitar, which is my favorite of his.
My mom really liked these. (Of course, she's impressed by anything computer programs can do, so...) Wouldn't these look pretty on wedding invitations?
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
I was outside with her today, messing around. She is good- and by good, I mean, she gets enough speed and stays on the board without falling off. (We're nowhere even near Tony Hawk status yet.)
I fell. Twice. The first time I was rolling into some leaves, but couldn't stop the board soon enough. I did the sort of banana-peel-slip and fall. The board went sailing ahead of me while my butt landed, luckily, on the leaves. I was safe.
The second time I was going pretty good. I had a nice amount of momentum and I could guide the board left and right. I went to put my foot down and get more speed, and apparently my ankle slipped or something, because the board rolled away, and I landed Indian-style on the asphalt. I could hardly even walk after that.
I am so weak. Now I remember why I hate, HATE, HATE sports.
(My knee is still pretty sore, by the way. Who the heck invented the skateboard? What on Earth were they thinking? "Hey, let's put a piece of wood on some wheels, it will be the most awesome thing ever. You will be completely dependent on your own center of gravity, and if you fall, everyone will laugh at you. Also, you'll be in severe pain, because it will be uncool to wear knee pads and helmets.")
Monday, May 14, 2007
That's strange, I thought as I continued walking into the building.
The bell rang. I starting going towards my first period class, Art History. I was about to enter the building when I noticed a bunch of fishing wire piled on the sidewalk. I narrowed my brow once again in curiosity, but quickly forgot about it.
It wasn't until second period, English, that we were informed that the sofa + fishing wire was leftover from the senior prank. Apparently they put the sofa on the roof. And tied fishing wire around the sidewalk poles. Ha ha?
One year, they placed sod along all the sidewalks and put lawn chairs on the side. Another time they hung bras all over the class, as in "Class of '03 is bustin' out". Another senior class strategically covered the band seats of the bleachers with garbage bags to spell out "'98".
My favorite cousin is a senior. (Don't act like you don't have a favorite.) I feel very bad for him. Now, he's a member of the class that put a sofa on the roof. And tied up some wires.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Actual conversations from school
Lilly: What's the date?
Me: The eleventh.
Lilly: *long pause* What month?
Me: It's that time of the year, isn't it, Lilly?
Indeed, it is that time of year. Summer vacation starts in a week and a half, and we're at the point where nobody cares about anything. We fail projects and get detention and do things we normally do, except without a care in the world. And I'm just a freshman- seniors have got it even worse:
Trevor: Can I draw on the board?
Ms. Breen: No.
Trevor: Jake gets to!
Ms. Breen: He's a senior, you're a sophomore.
Trevor: *sigh* Jack, you're a senior. Go draw on the board.
Jack: Are you kidding me? I can't draw; I can barely even read!
It sucks, because finals are coming up, and for the past 3 weeks, nobody's been paying attention to hardly anything:
Mr. Reed: Here's a review packet for your final.
Me: We've got a final in here?!
Mr. Reed: Uh, yeah.
Me: Since when?
Mr. Reed: It's been on the board the whole week!
Me: Oh, Mr. Reed, I stopped reading stuff, like, the beginning of April.
We're all a bit more easily provoked:
Brandon: What are you listening to on your iPod? I can hear it.
Brandon: Who listens to JET anymore?
Me: Obviously me, jackass!
And we've all got to find some way to relieve boredom:
-in the lobby, at the gym-
Becca: *throws Fireball candy at brick wall, Fireball bounces back*
Me: Oh, you almost got it!
Dalton: *walks in* What are you guys doing?
(I ended up winning, by the way. I aimed for the wall, and hit the glass door. It shattered loudly, and we all thought I broke the glass door.)
And screw going to college and becoming a doctor, we've all got different career plans in mind:
Billy: Being a hitman would be so awesome.
Me: Oh, I've thought about it.
Billy: Yeah, except now the government says you have to be 18 or older!
Me: *shakes head*
Billy: Damn government.
Me: The root of all problems.
Summer vacation starts May 22nd at 12:31 pm. You can bet I'll be running, listening to No Such Thing by John Mayer as loudly as possible, singing along at the top of my lungs- "I wanna run through the halls of my high school, I wanna scream at the top of my lungs!"...