Our Lady Peace: Oh my god, this page is gorgeous. Watching the pages where samples of the band's music is... Now this is my idea of digital art! Even the opening page has been nurtured supremely by the wonder known as FlashMedia... oh yeah, the lead singer's hot too.

Ahem... Anyways, currently watching Four Rooms on late-night HBO. I swear, this movie is one of the funniest I have ever seen. Sure, the second one's saving merit is the list of phallic slang at the end... nothing can really save the last segment from being dull compared to the blatant satire of the third segment (my personal favorite). How can you not love the two gutter-mouthed kids of Antonio Banderas (one a drunk, the other a fag-sucker... erm, cig smoker), Senior B. himself, burning hotel rooms and lipstick-drawing, and the incorporation of the dead-prostitute urban legend into the whole scheme of things. Damn, I love this movie! Hopefully, with the writer's strike coming to a close, we'll see movies like this again.

Ninong (godfather) Mario from the motherland came to visit for a little bit (he's here for a convention) and due to his flight being delayed, my sister and I were not picked up from school at the usual time (around 2:00-ish), instead at 2:50-ish. So, sis and I sat on the steps to the front doors of the Main building (watching the ants and flies go around). Finally, our dad pulls up on the family's champagne-colored Odyssey, with Ninong Mario sitting up front. Strangely enough, I hardly exchanged 10 words with him the whole time he was visiting... but then again he was only in the house for about 45 minutes. Right now the parental units are entertaining him around the town, thus I haven't been booted off the computer yet. And even then, I'd use well-honed techniques of stealth to get back down here.

Still need to work on biology homework (all 7 of them), adding subtitles to the skit my group did for japanese, and working on graphing (::shudders::) homework for geometry. Damn, looks like I won't have enough time to participate in the community-wide "chalk the concerte" festival tomorrow. And I was so looking forward to displaying my mad skills with chalk on the pavement... hate it when I slip into ghetto-fab lingo... And I still have to work on my painting as well... life's WAY too busy these days. And I'll probably be feeling the effects of this day's work (or lack-there-of) tomorrow and the day after. Whoopy!

I should close this window, seeing how whenever I type one up for more than an hour, blogger tends to lose it. Then again... ::ctrl+A, ctrl+C:: There we go.A