JasperCorel

I'm not sure what exactly brought about my thinking about transfering schools, maybe Miss Love's suggestion that I do so if I really want to study stop-motion, maybe my realization that there's a very good chance that she doesn't respect me in the least, which is bad in any relationship. Maybe the fact that Mr. Catizone, the one teacher here that knows about stop-motion is so terribly aloof. I don't know. What I do know is that I'm seriously considering transferring to NYU. NYU was one of my top choices when I started my college search. I don't know why I decided not to pursue it. Looking through their course catalog for the Film and Video s

So I think I'm starting to get back to my roots, at least my literary roots. I found a box of my old books and happy day! There's John Saul and Stephen King and Jurassic Park and Jerlayne and Fahrenheit 451! And lo and behold! Christopher Pike's Spooksville series numbers 9, 20, and 21! Alas! I was unable to find The Black Unicorn, Night of the Goat Boy, Madness at the Mall, The Vampire's Promise and a few others. I'm afraid they might have been sold at a yard sale. The last yard sale my family had that I attended, my mom put that box of books out. The box of my childhood favorites! I, of course, dragged it back into the garage. When I was y

How do you make my head explode? Give me an infinite amount of choices. 'What are you going to be next Halloween?' Jesse asks, knowing full well that I won't reply with an easy "Dunno. It's too soon to think about." He knows I'll writhe and squeal and debate and think and come up with a hundred fabulous ideas and not be able to choose one. "That's why you can never decide what to be for Halloween. If you HAD to be a pirate, you'd be the best damn pirate there ever was." "You should just... decide for me. What am I going to be for Halloween?" "A sunflower." "Why? Because I said so." "Haha. Yeah, that's right. Don't worry about the why.