Acci Poo Poo

Only place to release. Life sucks and words hurt. And I'm not even talking about my car.

My Mind and a Man with Flippers

I can't help but feel like this is going to get personal which means it will only be hosted for a day or two and then deleted. Well after I realize that I'm not actually as insane as I might have been during such time of writing crap.

So I write about being here. Right now in this moment of yet again being home alone. The rents are out of town and I've done nothing but drink a slurpee due to heat. Apparently its a best seller since there were barely any cups nor lids available. I did clean a little my room that is. I guess that can be counted as an accomplishment. It's like I'm slipping further down a drain. I can't climb out and but neither am I going all the way down. There just to so much crud around that i'm just stuck falling down a bumpy pipe. So what would you do if you were in my position? I could build a sand castle. But that take to much effort.

Instead I just stay as always nothing pushing me forward to do anything anyways. Feeling blue is so lame. I guess that color could possibly explain my crummy mood. Then again having nothing to do usually brings this type of depression. I hate physically being alone. Gods there but just being alone physically sucks. An empty home no one to call or pick up to give me an answer that will satisfy me.

The day just started off wrong. I think it was like 8AM Having breakfast when my father announces that I am never aloud to be happy and officers cuff my handsome boyfriend with long locks to be jailed for who knows how long. So I run after him for a kiss on the lips but he pulls away and says "No, we can't kiss. . . Not until you meet me at the alter" OMG! He just asked me to marry him. And so what can I do. I hug him. I hug him like no tomorrow. At that moment I feel safe. But then a tone of music, something familiar starts repeating a transalvanian song. When I open my eyes waking up to reality I see the name BUTCH on my cellphone I answer and I am officially awake. its now 11:23AM.

Realizing I am awake I understand I am alone and hot so since the rents are gone I blast the air conditioning. 45 Degrees feels beautiful. An Eat my left over burger from last nights nations run. Then watched some more lost I believe im halfway through season 1.

I can't stop the thoughts thinking "Is this how it will always be?" To impatient to think of anything better but to linger on what isn't even there. Hmm at this point I guess so. Fantasy always beats reality.

Blah blah blah lamo I'm going to go shoot something now.
Sining off,
Ms. I'm in a crappy mood!

Im Depressed

I'm Depressed.

Gallon of fun

That Gallon of milk at bible study was a bad choice.

It's Growing

O manolatern it seems to be growing worse by the moment that it i speak of which is my hair. Growing all in different directions. It's come to life a life of its own that distracts me from pursuig more favorable dues such as homework.



I think I'm going back to jet black. And be more cautious of the suns rays.

Face Smacked

Nothing beats Life's smack in the face every now and then to give you a bitter taste of reality. Just another hole to crawl out of. Anther good obstacle in lifes chess game to beat.

hidden in white liquid

What else would best describe my definition of innocence but of a glass of Milk.

Popcorn Popcorn I love popCORN.

It is delicious and yummy. and i love it but nothing seems to beat the movie's pop.

Where's the Milk!

Which Cow do I have to TEET to Get some milk around here.

If only we had the chance to go back to the days where milk was delivered to our doors in glass jars man. I love milk. I am very fond of Milk that luscious white creamy goodness. And where can i find it well not in my home.

So in sadness from opening my refridgerator in the discovery of no milk i put my cereal box back into the pantry and dream of the yummy white liquid of heaven.

ACROSS THE UNIVERSE X4 inspires me to make this.

So after watchign this movie for the first time and being engulfed by the beauty of the beatles music IT spinned me off by inspiring me to create this idea for the new iPod. So with the loving help from my classmates in Cine 4 I Directed this Commercial for our in class assignment. I like writing fast without hesitation even if its incorrectly speled that way i can extract my thought from my head through my fingers to this blog before they can get teh chance to escape me. an a spell checker would do my thoughts no justice peeling away any chance of spontaneity.

iPod Nano Commercial Rough Cut [very rough]
Directed by: Selene Santos
Director of Photography: Stephen Watts
Gaffer: Robert "Texas"

Polishing Insomnia

Given my early awakening at noon then nap-time while watching king kong. "kill the Donkey", would probably explain the inability to fall asleep at this hour. So as usual i tun to this blog and my mac's built in camera to capture my freshly painted hands and feet.

Vaseline serves a purpose

Bordum leads to to much thinking, didn't you ever listen to your mother as much told by the Zutons "Don't ever think, ever think, ever think to much." So in hopes of creating a new Myspace photo so i gathered a handy spot light some grease for the face and posed with fear of a child finding a room full of broccoli. But I do love Broccoli especially the chinese kind with oyster sauce. Delicious indeed.



flash light and some grease make for one interesting photoshoot of bordum

Tiny Dancers Request for more

So after receiving comments from Tiny Dancer I decided to create yet another fantabulous blog. But what to write you dare ask. Well there is so much to discuss in the current status of this world. So I will start with Funnel Cakes.
After recovering from a dream of having eaten a human size Funnel Cake I made some for lunch and with having no one to share with I ate my mini funnel cakes with joy. Then soon after I felt very much sick and layed down for a while.

Muchos grande,
Selene from E:iii

3 Days already Insane

Cabin fever has evolved to full on psychopathic endeavors. I don't even know what that means but it sounds good. So the days go by and i fill my candy jar of a brain full of HBO movies and IFC's independent movie channel flicks to attempt to find a doorway out of this empty canvas life. Bahhhh being alone and having the abundance to be lazy has left me unmotivated to even get up. i need air or maybe some in 'n' out.


Signing off from outer space,
Selene from E:iii

A Big Ribbon and a Lack of Pants

So a while back muh best friend "tiny dancer" and i were rummaging through a vast array of random items and upon them i found treasure. To Tiny Dancer it was a mere large ribbon for your hair that she used to wear in her days of being deb(character from Napoleon Dynamite)when she was but a little girl. But alas for I found it to be like gold knowing one day it would be an item of purpose.

So today in utter boredom and taking a razor to my hair yet again i re-discovered the ribbon that she gave me in my very room. There it was a fresh new hair cut, a very large ribbon and i knew it's purpose had been fulfilled.


Well untill my mom walked in on me standing on my bed with a camera faced toward me with my ribbon in hair. I was fixed on her and as was she, she made a quick remark on my filthy room turned to close the door but not without letting out a quick smirk/laugh . . . . i think this display of humor to her was because of my lack of bottoms but instead a black shirt and my bright white undees.


signing off,
Selene from E:III

Video Messaging to All

Hello Dear friends,
Am i here again. Days have been long and nights awake. The update of the hr is that i did not get any major firework burns from the holiday of july 4th. I and the guys have been hard at work in Ron's make shift studio/practice house. Long hours of jamming, note reaching screams, dancing, xlr's and frustration of singing from the throat. Vocal prep is just to halarious to take seriously when i must. I fear I may never live up to my dreams of freddie Mercury, with doubts that the gift of music may all be in my head and not coming from my mouth. But truth hurts and I must only move on finding distractions around every corner. I've layed it all down shed the armor and came out bear. I am only my heart. And my purpose for all is the bring light. Praying that my gift would be to sing and knowing my love for god is true. And in knowing this I pray for courage and to get up on that stage this saturday and let my love blind the crowd as i let my singing fill the air. To let my love for god be genuine and to infect those who have never felt the hand of everlasting love.

Sincerely,
Selene From E:III

E:III TV

Dear Ladies and Gents,

We are in exciting times for our band E:III has launched our very own webisodes. The proper spelling to that word i do not know, which just adds to many things i am not knowledgeably aware of. But anywhoot yeepeee to further videos.
enjoy



salutations and god blesserz,
Selene from E:III

The Bunny Monster

I cannot express my love of this commercial. If i were to host a top-10 of best commercials of the time being thus, This would most favorably be numero uno. I believe i am so fond of this halariousness because the damn bunny is so creepy looking, so obviously a robot but one from the depths of well hell. I hope the man who gets bitten doesn't turn into a bunny monster like oh i know the bunny from "Donnie Darko" oh the revelations that little bunny is like that bunny in Darko.



Salutations,
Selene from E:III

Sprinkles and Saint Johns

Hello,

In a fit of reignited passion I had decided to venture around my bedroom in the prospects of finding a book. But as usual it is when u really want an object that it seems to be near to impossible to find. But a few days later as I dropped sprinkles onto my tongue with my head tilted up I saw a familiar white book sitting ontop of my shelf. The "Velvet Elvis" was found.

After many hours of trying to add a photo to the title section my brother cordually invited me to eat. Burgers 50% off at Saint Johns. But disapointed I was in myself in the disability of overcoming the cheese burger. Indeed it had overcome me. Which reminds me i have half a cheese burger in the fridge . . . Yum.

God Bleezers and goodnite folks,
Selene From E:III