So much to say so much to say. I take a break from current research to do this, else I will never get it done, and shall have to repeat myself several times over.

I see Stace has posted her New Year resolutions. I shall not do this for fear of failure. I hate planning too much. Hardly ever works out. There's always a twist - somewhere. There's always change. There's always a rut, a pebble, a big wall. You get the picture. I believe I have listed what I need to do though. There would be change coming into play once again, where I scrap some stuff, add new things, edit the others.

The word animate comes from the Greek word animatus, meaning to give life, soul and breath.

Yesterday Dirk (my animation bud) and I went to visit Camille Selvon Abrahams. Her company, Full Circle Production is going to have the first Caribbean Animation and New Media festival in Trinidad. Awesome. It's called Animae Caribe. Sweet. The catch : Registration (with storyline) is 1st Feb and dealine for submission of entries is like June or July. Eek indeed. Now this is an opportunity not to be missed. I told Dirk that we really cannot give this up. Exposure, experience, meeting people, getting contacts, possibility for further education, jobs, money etc. Chris didn't call me back yet - the little thonged bastard. (Ssssh for he will kill me if I spread the news of his adventure).

The other catch : the theme is AIDS (whoopeedeedoo) and should be Caribbean in ...aura. Ergh. We don't realllly have to stick to this but it is recommended. Fun. Any ideas you guys have will be fully appreciated. I'm already developing some ideas, trying to write something down. I've had no experience in story-telling really and far less script-writing - if at all we should have a script. ICQ, MSN, mail me.

So all night I've sat here thinking of a story. Brainstorming, getting stuck, and getting distracted surfing and researching for animation stuff. Another mad phase of complete devotion expected to last a few days, which I'm hoping will last a few months.

To do list

In other news, I'll be taking a graphic design course starting at the end of the month. That's a 2 month stint - maybe to be followed up by more advanced classes. So I'm booked up to the brim for the first half of the year. Groovy.

Dear God. I want to also take the CIW, do the French exam and get my UK options open, all basically at the same time - as usual. Some people are apparently able to multi-task studying, but I might lose a little too much hair. Help? I guess I'll be taking all of this in stride. If I get a job inbetween it may help pay the bills as well. Won't it now?

I need to fix my page badly. I did start, but got distracted by LOTR, which mind you I have to read in it's entirety - to which I must devote about 6 straight hours. Dear God can you extend the day a little?

I must also create blogs/sites for this one and that. Ladies I have not forgotten you. By the way, send some suggestions for colour/layout/content (other than talkbashperk scenes). Stac, Stace, Dars, Anji, Daniela, whoever.

Justin I am still on for the City Stories project.

Ed was talking about some other strange animation project today as well. Goodness!

LOTR

Oh. I too adore Legolas. It's the ears Stace...I swear. Wallpaper. I-have-not-had-a-boy-on-wallpaper-for-goddamn-ages. Aragorn is also absolument stunning. Rowr :) Now I would be needing to get the soundtrack downloaded or something. Streaming it is ickypoo. Who's going with me to see it again after I read the book and digest everything and want to go back to bitch more?

Considering the very fragmented disorganised order of the topics in this blog, it goes to show as to how confused I am with the many things to do. Fun. Now just to do them.
I need encouragement of all kinds. Monetary rewards favoured.

My mom is now calling me Miss Popular. That can't be good. Excuse me if I know a few people... Anji did ask if I know the whole world night before though. *duck* I don't - yet. I intend to know an eensy weensy teeny weeny % of it though be it say oh...just a few thousand. *grin* No I don't like everyone. Mom's calling me Miss Amiable - right. I told her no I'm not that friendly either. Still a bitch. Stace - nevermind your aura. Auras are good. They keep away some of the idiotas.

In discussions yesterday it was deemed that when you're screwed in the head, for whatever reason say oh someone hurt you, you tend to become more evil, and it's ok. It's not all that bad. I think. I'm not feeling to be good so leave me alone dammit. My resolution is to be however I damned well please. I am more than tired of people saying that I should be good. Shut up!

As I'm on a roll, I'll continue the thread of pissed-off-rantng-talk. Those mofos who are carrying away my mountain by the truckload are annoying the hell out of me. Beep beep beep goes the stupidass reversing sound. Morons! Raising dust, creating noise pullution, and above all making it easier for the ain to come and wash away the earth, causing nasty-ass flooding and silt deposits. Bastards. They're supposed to pave the road in front of me since they're going to be using it for the next oh 2 months or so. The neighbours are bitching, so am I, so is dad. I walked down the road yesterday and about 10 trucks passed me. Good grief.

2:35 a.m. and I'm editing this post, and there's a cool breeze pushing past my curtains. I've started back sleeping with the windows open. Lazy-ass bitch am I, but it's cooler and the cats are gone and nothing has jumped into the window yet. *knocks on wood* Actually there was one time a few years ago, when there was this frog...ergh. Brr.

To sleep I go.