I'm a Diced Tomato

So I have this chance to go to a Mark Mothersbaugh art show next Saturday, and I really, really...don't think I can take it. That night he'll be there, signing copies of his book release of his Beautiful Mutants, and so I could get his signature and get right up there to him.

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I CAN'T!!!!! My mom is like, "He's just an old man!" DX I KNOW but he's...A GENIUS. I freaked out so much when I got Ray Bradbury's signature and when he shook my hand, I can't imagine MEETING Mark Mothersbaugh!!! Imagine...imagine...what would I say??!?! I'd be RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF HIM. I can't take that. *slaps self* I totally spazzed when I just saw his freaking OFFICE I can't imagine meeting him...up so close. What I was thinking that maybe I could just go to a DEVO concert during a break and kind of be far away...because the intensity of the genius is way too much for me to handle.



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School...uh...my biology teacher is a spud, and that ROCKS. Yeah...I don wanna talk about it...I mean, it's been good to me, really great, actually, and I hope that continues, but Iono...I haven't really felt like talking here on LitNet ever since school started... I'm sorry you guys. I don't know why. I've been here a couple times over the week, I just haven't posted anything since last Monday.

Today I made some really awesome print things for some t-shirts...one is a TV colorbar screen type thing, and the other is the Oingo Boingo logo. Okay, so I didn't make them...but I printed them up and ironed them on the t-shirts! I'm especially proud of the TV colorbar one. Thanks, once again, DEVO. I love it. So mass media. So artificial...ahhhhhhh.