will learning calculus make me a better person? will learning how to dance hip-hop funk make me a better person? i guess i can give it a try.

Kitty Liberation

Last night i was a part of a hunt for a homeless man and his box of kittens. Yeah. yeah. My friend, Leslie, works for an organization to help stray or mistreated cats. she gives kitties medicine.

Sometimes we meet up after her shift and grab tacobell or wendys, and starbucks and call it a night. woohoo crazy friday night. however, last night i called to confirm when to meet up. that's when she told me about the "operation" going on at her work.

The operation: confront a homeless man about his box of 2 day old kittens. Leslie explained that the guy uses the cats to gain sympathy but doesn't feed them. instead he feeds himself, lets the animals starve and somehow obtains more strays. i have also heard that he sells the kittens.

I had the image of 5 or more people bullying a homeless man for his pets. oh no. i had to see this.

i took the train down to union square. there was a group of cat people about to caravan up to Penn station to check out that location.

while standing in a cirlcle in the street, he head Lady said " oh we don’t have to bring everyone. 'Dan, Ashley and I will go and everyone else can go home if they want."

these were great words. i looked at Leslie (standing in the bike lane-her back to the on coming traffic) as if this was our chance to escape. Yum taocbell. no bullying a homeless man. 7 layer burrito.

Then Dan said, "No i think it should really be a group effort. the more people we have...well, we can create a human wall if we have to pressure him!" Dan wanted to rehearse. the first plan was to offer to buy the kittens. i'm not sure what the plan was after that. but it made sense to me. buy the kittens. he might have been selling them anyway.

we divided into 2 cars and drove up to Penn. station. (the rollingstones were playing at MSG). our ride dropped us off and left. i was starving.

while crossing 7th ave to the suv filled with cat carriers, cat food and 3 cat rescurers, the thought of being arrested came to mind.

Ashley was already down in Penn looking around. the head Lady was in the van as home base. and Dan was about to double check Herald square station. Leslie took this moment to asure me that there was an open tacobell/kfc/nathans there. so we were going to follow him.

just as Dan placed his valubles in the back of the van ( the Stones marque playing over his sholders) he pulled a small knife out of his pocket. open it. inspected it. closed it and put it back in his pocket.

oh god this guy is going to be arrested i thought. there were cops everywhere. i grabbed Leslie's sleeve and whispered " i'm gonna run" she looked back at me as if to say "yeah me too."

I mean Dan seemed really nice and he liked kittens. but he had a knife. what did he think he was going to do with it? I guess it was protection incase the homeless man had a knife too. he was going fight a homeless man? he was going to Knife- fight a homeless man? what happened to Buy the kittens. i liked that plan. buy the kittens. he might have been selling them anyway.

we get to herald square and we see no homeless man with a box of kittens. thank god. Dan wanted to check other entrances and corners. I didn’t see anything. i did see Korean food. maybe the guy was at Penn or maybe he set up somewhere else. i didnt want to go looking for this guy i just wanted to eat.

so with a generic "oh man, next time!" Leslie and i said goodbye to Dan and went in search of cheap Korean food instead.

i was tpp drunk to be nice

it just occured to me that the guy at the bar was trying to talk to me and not to tricia. is that trie? i just wanted ot talk to tricia. damn i feel like a mean ass bitchj. oh well. i dont like beinf mean.

Positive Reinforcement

Here's a few scenes from the film :)


Lunchroom

Football Catch

FINISHED

yes, today i finally handed over the last 3 scenes to caton. oh my, the last few weeks have been crazy. I so could not have done it without a lot of help. so if any of you are reading. thank you so much and harass me for money:) really, i will forget.

i wanted to celebrate and get drunk, but sushi and karaoke had to do. actually new L word has downloaded.


here are a few stills:

Tricia doesn't care about my artwork. she just wants to get drunk.

christi working hard

I'm way past my deadline and my computer is shit. here's me watching my flash files load. somehow my computer had no problem uploading this image.

next week i am seriously getting a gym membership. this will be part of the making myself a better person movement.

i made a very horrible mistake today. i wont go into it, but i know i should be more stoic. or aleast not be a selfish asshole.

i am four days from my big deadline. and to celebrate i am going to buy concert tickets to cake/tegan&sara.

here's frame from the movie.

i gave myself a million split ends

i am typing in notepad (best program ever. wish it had a spellcheck) hoping that my computer won't freeze again while it decides whether to place the BG in my flash project or not.

earlier i got a little frustated and decided that the dead animal hanging off the back of my head had to come off. really it looked like christie swansons fake ass hair in Mannequin 2. or kind of like the power-mullet that Utena grows when she duels.

for the past 4 months i have been wearing pig tails and pony tails because i had what i believe by definition, was a mullet: short in the front, long in the back and fucked up looking.

my goal in cutting my hair was to basically make it close to the same length. i dont think i have attempted to cut my own hair since kindergarten with my safety scissors.

so just like in salons, i took the front and pulled it up into a clip. then i sort of tied the back in a ponytail and hacked away at it until it was a short nub. i thought about leaving room for Fabio to fix later, but the hair was already in the ponytail- its fate was to come off. and well the rest of the hour was spent trying to make it kind of even. it's really hard not to let it taper in the back. i held up small tuffs and tried to chop at an angle to get some of the split ends. not sure why. i did wonder if i cut choppy enough that it may look ultra trendy. like no one would pay for a cut like this unless they really wanted it.

its wierd. while i was cutting i felt it like there was this oportunity... a possibility of giving myself the best hair cut ever, or maybe the worst. but whatever nothing can be worst than my mullet.

my hair looks like a mop. but its no longer a transition-mullet. its staying in the ponytail until i can afford Fabio of dynamics.

I am waiting for 8GB to transfer off my stupid slow computer onto my portable drive. exciting right. this way maybe Flash won't crash everytime i open it.

i shower often but i wear the same clothes same to work everyday. lately its an oklahoma OU long sleave shirt bought from super wal-mart in ponca city. i'm not sure if they are the sooners or the cowboys but i liked the color.