Hark!

I hate this blog. I'm going to make a new one. Quite soon, actually. I'll keep ya updated on that.

OMG Amber Benson OMG

Last weekend I was on a yuppie camping trip (which I will write about, I promise, but it wasn't all the interesting to be honest) and missed a most spectacular event that I hope I get another chance at in the future. The most adorablest Amber Benson was doing a book signing at Midtown Comics. Amber played Tara on Buffy (I like Buffy, I have a Buffy calendar and Tara is the picture for August), and she writes, too! I think I may take up stalking her as a hobby. Justkiddingnotreally.

Yeah, so I didn't get to go, but my friend Jordan did, and she got me an autograph! Check it out!



SQUEEEEE. D'aw, she's so nice. I should read this book.

So you might have noticed that my name isn't really Logan. Hmm. Well, it's not a secret...but still, don't tell anyone, kay? Thanksies. And Tisha's right, I do need to clean my room.

Guess I'll do that now.

The new hotness

Oh dear...



Seventeen hours of Burn Notice. And I'll be out of the house for ten of them. This is tragic. I'll have to find someone with DVR and make them record the whole thing for me. I love TV marathons.

If you have not yet seen Burn Notice and have room in your schedule for one more television show a week, then I strongly encourage you to pick up a couple hundred bags of tostitos and some salsa, plop your ass down on the couch Thursday morning, and be awed by the absolute sexiness of this orgasmic spy drama. Fifteen minutes and I swear you will be sucked in. It's on USA (you know they have the best shows) starting at 6am on my side of the continent.

Have I mentioned Bruce Campbell is in it? DO IT!

"Southbound on the Harlem Line"

A haiku, by some dude who works with my Mom.

*ahem*

Passing Scarsdale stop
I get some major Crestwood
Then I Tuckahoe

What she looked like at 22

Yesterday was the 22nd anniversary of when I was invented. This means several things:
- I am officially no longer a hooligan.
- I am officially "in my twenties." (21 is its own special thing and 20 is still "under 21" so neither of them count really)
- People given the responsibility of carding me are even less likely to believe that my ID isn't fake or stolen. Yeah, I know, I haven't aged a day since 12.

I know I haven't been around much. Life has been really exhausting/busy/depressing. A lot of shit has happened and I really want to write about it all, but I just haven't had time. All things considered, though, I had a great birthday. Really something special.

Details: I drove over to my Dad's house real early and took Agent Five over to Toys R Us because he got honors on his report card. His brothers couldn't come because they were IN SUMMER SCHOOL. Ooh, so mad at them. Not really. But it was fun, he picked out an ant farm and a carnivorous plant habitat. Afterwards, my Dad and I freed my bicycle from slavery. FINALLY. Remember way back when I bought a motorcycle and then never mentioned it again? Well, it's been trapped for weeks and weeks of repairs. (No, I didn't crash it. It simply never worked right.) It's home now. I can't wait to ride it. While all that was happening, I received a voicemail telling me I've won $500 in some stupid contest I entered a few months ago. AWESOME. And that was just the morning. The rest of the day was spent reliving some childhood memories at a local amusement park. We were lucky enough to not be killed on any of the rides and had a wonderful time.

Oh, and Michael Jackson died. Very strange.

My next adventure starts in 2 hours and its gonna be brilliant. Yuppie Camping. I'll be sure to document the whole thing with pictures. For now, over and out.

Down time

Steggie (modeled by Agent 6)




To learn:
- Spanish
- Motorcycles
- Macrame
- Dreamweaver
- Actionscript 3.0
- World history
- Reptiles

This weather truly sucks. This is the coldest June I've ever experienced. I've been going to the beach in sweatpants, spending my lifeguarding days huddled in a blanket, NOT being able to feel my toes (as usual) and I'm not joking when I say it fucking snowed two days ago. SNOWED. Like a foot and a half. It was on the news! People shoveling ice in shorts and flip flops. What the fuckkkk? It should be 90 degrees. I SHOULD be sweating my balls off. But no, I still need socks. Fuck this shit.

Mount Vernon

"Crackhead In My Wall"



*snort*

My parents don't like me hanging out in Mt Vernon...probably 'cause people gots crackheads in they walls...but it's such a fun and exciting place, I just can't stay away.

I'll help you rebuild your species

Oh lord. Just saw it for a third time. More foaming at the mouth over Spock. I'm gonna have to go with yes on the "repressed, smoldering emotion." Plus, he has really nice arms. I have a thing for arms. And he's so...long!

I bought a box of Rice Krispies so I can order myself a Star Fleet tee shirt. "Designed for aspiring members of the U.S.S. Enterprise to wear with honor." Cut out the order form on the inside of the box (use safety scissors). I'm becoming even more of a nerd. I watched some original Star Trek. It was pretty cool. I've been told I should watch the Wrath of Khan.

Not a whole lot else happenin' at the Anchor. I'm working on rebuilding my base at home. First few days of real live adulthood were spent not doing anything productive (read: round three of Star Trek). I'm seeing the Shins in concert tonight. Commencement is tomorrow, and then camp work starts in two weeks. I'll fit some Chase-time in there somewhere.

I'm really freaking nervous because only ONE of my grades is in for this semester. The professors seriously slack off at the end and, like, I need to graduate tomorrow and until those grades come in, I'm technically nine credits short. Fuck.

Okay, I have two extremely important questions.

ONE. What is the best way to respond to comments on Blogger? I can't respond to individual comments and I feel like an idiot commenting on my own post in an attempt to talk to other people.

TWO. Is Hugh Jackman really that hot? Because I just do not think so.

Errr, yeah, over and out.

You can explore my black hole anytime!

New list of people I want to have sex with:







Holay sheet. This movie may have made sense, or it may not have, I really have no idea, but there were SO MANY HOTTIES that it really doesn't matter. This was my second time seeing it (and believe you me, there will be a third at least) and in between spasms 'n' gasms of awe at their sexiness, I started to question things like..."Black holes don't equal time travel, black holes equal DEATH...right?" But it's hard to be distracted for long because asghdlghslh FLAIL. Hotness.

I don't really get it. I mean physically Kirk is a sexy, sexy beast, and definitely the hottest person in the whole movie, but Spock? I just got a thing for him. Even though he was sort of douchey. Maybe it's because we're the same species. Check out the eyebrows. We have the same eyebrows. I have Vulcan eyebrows.

OH GOD HE'S SO HOT.



HELLS YEAH. I should start watching Heroes, but he's probably not even close to as sexy when he's Sylarrrrrr.

Oh, PS. Like every single one of Chekov's lines had at least one V in it. Was that a joke? "We must ewacuate Wulcan but we will be inwisible..." Funny lil Russian.

What I am doing, what am I doing?

Alias: Logan
Age: 21
Location: The Computer Lab
Sounds: Bat For Lashes
Temperament: Get the fuck away from me.
Countdown to the end of the world: 5 days, 22 hours, 4 minutes, 25 seconds

My final exams (all two of them) are tomorrow. Before then, I have to finish a 12 page re-design of the school newspaper (currently finishing up page 5), edit a 5 minute documentary (no thanks to with the help of two morons teammates), fix the magazine I improperly assembled last week, clean my room and suite and complete all the signings-out.

I am stunned, confused, numb, catatonic. This is supposed to be the beginning of the rest of my life. It feels like the end. I don't know what's supposed to happen after graduation. All I know is that I don't get to have the world I wanted anymore. So I don't care about graduation.

Anyways, here's a little screenshot of what I'm working on, and what I might be working on for the rest of my life. (But I hope not, because it's quite boring.)



As for whatever I was going to do for my one hundredth post (which passed, btw)...fuck it. I can't think of anything.

I should also mention that my computer is on its way out. I think it committed suicide (like so many things do) when it discovered I was cheating on it with a Macintosh. Staples is cleaning it up for me right now, but I'm not sure what's going to go down. I don't have the internets on my Mac, YET (we're working on that) so I can only go on when it leaks over from my neighbors wireless. I would have used the HP to steal wireless from Starbucks, but if it dies on me, I'm not sure what will happen.

That is all.