I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. FUCKING DIE ALREADY. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE MY LIFE. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. FUCK HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER. I HATE HER.

And I don't know how I should feel.

Hate.

True Blood 2x10 Ending Credits Song

I don't suppose I can be paid to daydream, can I?

Oh, hey, it's time to reinvent myself again.

Here I am, starting another new adventure of sorts. It wasn't easy.

( Getting out of the house was one thing. )

But enough about that.

( Let's talk about Paris. )

So I should go to sleep, but there's one last thing I want to talk about:

( Soren. )

I'm in PARIS.

More to follow...

...in more ways than one.

I'm now past my first year in Miami Ad School, and I'm heading to Paris in 9 days to start my stint at Ogilvy. It's exciting, but daunting. This means that the time for whiling away the hours in a classroom and "taking it easy" is past. I've got to start approaching this with grim determination - there's only so much time left before I will need to secure a job and a future in this industry...

( ...Which brings me to her )

Incidentally, today is Father's Day, but we dare not celebrate in any way, lest we set her off on another one of her irrational rages. In her eyes, there is nothing worth celebrating at all.

But I want to at least get this out in some shape or form...

( For him. )

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Edit: 7:50 PM

Outburst #2 for the day. I briefly contemplated launching my laptop at her face, but the moment passed as soon as it came, and I kept my face serene and fixated on nothing as she yelled.

She ranted about how worthless and expensive "that school" is (I agree with the latter), and that I chose to do this, so I must pay her back.

...Excuse me, it has been my DAD who has been paying for everything so far. When I do pay him back for all the financial (and emotional) support he's given me, she is not getting a thing.

Then she decides to bring up any random friend I have who has done grad school and has found/is lined up for a job. She seems to believe that the creative advertising industry must be identical to the business and finance and engineering industry. She spits out the names of some of my friends who have jobs, saying "how secure they are" and "how determined they are" and "how happy they are."

She doesn't know any of them, because these same friends have told me time and time again how miserable they are in jobs that they see no future in.

And of course, my friends who have jobs and are happy with their lives?

She dubs them as failures, just because they have time and the social life to go out at night and have fun.

9 more days.

Look at me, I'm 24.
Still obsessed with blood and gore.
Trying to find that hidden door.
I've searched for years - I'll search some more.

Salut, je m'appelle Jaclyn...

...and I'm here to rape your agencies. Specifically, Ogilvy Paris, if you please.

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I'm back in Austin on June 19th. I depart June 30th.

Start booking your slots.

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AHAHAHAHAHHAHA HE GOT HIT BY A CAR AND GOT HIS BICYCLE TOTALED AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Poetic justice. Delicious. Hilarious.

I don't even think about this guy anymore, so seeing this was like a little ray of sunshine.

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I got a new phone.

Well, "new" as in slightly used. From Ebay. It's the first time I've used the site, and it was pretty amazing to win at my first auction.

These phones go for about $150 - $170 nowadays (although when they first came out, they were much more expensive due to the type of phone and the very subtle hype around it from product placement in a very awesome movie...)

I've always had my eye on this phone over the years, just checking every now and then on its price range. So when I stumbled across the Ebay listing, I decided to take it as SRS BSNS.

...And I snagged it for a squee-inducing $31.

Pictures forthcoming.

Broken Social Scene leader Kevin Drew directs Feist and actor Cillian Murphy in this 15-minute short film featuring Feist's title track. It's a haunting fairy tale that's as miraculous as it is unsettling. Special thanks to Revolver Film Company for making this possible.

Pitchforkmedia took it down.

Chumps.

So I recommend you download the song, at least. Here it is, in all its unfettered glory.

Yo.

What the shit.

WOT. THE. SHIT.

I gotta sit here and listen to my roommate get her freak on with some random smelly boring loser caveman she scrounged up at a bar tonight? Right in the living room? Right outside my door?

I'm damn thirsty, ho.

Move your asses to your bedroom so I can get me a fucking glass of water.

...Okay, cool. Have a good night, then.

Just please don't come up to me next week and start a conversation with, "So, I've got chlamydia!"

...AGAIN.

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...Just kidding. Kind of.

You have to admit: it's very VERY off-putting when the roommate brings home random guys all the time. It's even more awkward when she tries to dish with me about it during the following days.

Roommate: "OMG, remember that super-hot guy I brought home last night?"

Me: "...No." (Probably because I was busy cooking my dinner, and you strolled right in with some random dude who I KNOW you're not ever going to see again, and I went back to minding my own business...and he wasn't remotely hot at all...)

Roommate: "...Oh...Well, he was so cool, we had such a good time, and wow, he's really really good in bed--"

Me: "OH LOOK AT THE TIME, I NEED TO RETREAT BACK INTO MY ROOM AND DO IMPORTANT THINGS."

And repeat ad nauseam, just with different guys each time.

...I'm glad I'm comfortably asexual.

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School starts tomorrow. Yay.

Bring it on. I've got Paris in my sights.

STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING.

I MEAN IT.

STOP.

AND LOOK AT THIS.

MMSDX01 : 1/6 The Joker

JIZZING. IN. MY. PANTS.

I AM ACCEPTING ANY AND ALL DONATIONS TO PURCHASE THIS HOT-ASS MOTHERFUCKER SO I CAN DO UNSPEAKABLE EVIL DEEDS WITH IT.

I WANT THIS SO BAD, YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

What a tragedy.

What a triumph.

Tonight is for Heath Ledger.

I'm not a big raving fan of The Lonely Island (meaning I didn't pee myself when they announced the release of their album, Incredibad).

I am, however, a SCREAMING raving fan of this song. It's called "Boombox," and it features Julian Casablancas (the singer in The Strokes):



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In other news...( (What did I do last night?) )

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I've started to record myself singing again. This time, it's honest-to-god, straight up 100% opera. But I really wish I had a guitar or a piano nearby.

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Finally, the end of Chinese New Year. The parade in San Francisco was fantastic - their dragon was so visually stunning. I wish the Chinese community in Austin had enough manpower and determination to do something similar.

There's something about the earsplitting explosions of firecrackers and the sweet burning smell of the residual smoke...I don't know. It gets my DNA moving.

Stuff like this really makes me miss living in Austin.

That's all.

It's bronchitis.

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Testing, testing...One, two...Trolls in a temper cause a terrible tantrum...

See that awesome mood theme? All credit goes to lidi for making it.

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I've recently gotten a bit germy. My throat is on fire, and I always feel slightly exhausted. Here's hoping it will pass soon, because walking between the apartment and school is now an extremely tortuous process.

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I'm sick and tired of people who smoke. DIAF.

AFI, Best Actor International.

Critic's Choice, Best Supporting Actor.

Golden Globes, Best Supporting Actor.





...GET THAT OSCAR, HEATH.

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A short film by Shane Acker.

Soon-to-be a full-length motion picture.