This year I got:
Austin Powers DVD Collection
Grade A Dark Chocolate Truffles with Raspberry Filling
Complete DVD Collection of Pixar Short Movies
3 $25 iTunes Giftcards (given on separate days, totalling $75 in iTunes goodness
and a Black iPod Classic
SCORRREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Rain
Finally, it's raining!!! Nice big drops outside with a good amount of wind and light to make it dreary. CA's having a drought it's good for the state, , but since I'm obviously the most important person in the universe (and I love rain) it must've come exclusively for my enjoyment!
Yay!
Yay!
Friday, November 30, 2007
Agitated
Definition:
1. To cause to move with violence or sudden force.
1. To cause to move with violence or sudden force.
2. To upset; disturb
3. To arouse interest in (a cause, for example) by use of the written or spoken word; debate.
Not in a good mood. In any sense of the word. Excuse the grammar, don't feel like being helpful/eloquent.
Mood started in English 1st period, had a collage level sub, couldn't keep class quiet. Loud yelling for 30 mins. Snapped at person who sits next to me (name Eathen) for being overly cheerful and helpful to the extreme. Hated the feeling of someone touching my skin, felt cramped in classrooms and hallways. Was mean and sadistic without trying, I could hear words coming from my mouth I didn't remember forming in my mind.
Made fun in head at everything possible from clothing to word choice to behavior. Has been going on for about two days now, perpetually grumpy and tired, not usually hungry in stages more on-off hunger with huge cravings then no urge to eat for an hour or so. Don't care about classwork when doing it but when I see number wrong flip out and get annoyed at myself, feel need to destroy evidence, often fold/unfold corners or other distraction before time to turn in. That's why report card so crumpled, liked seeing the letters fold slightly with every crease, watched grain in paper change as stressed. Want to just yell at people who treat me unfairly, kick myself when think of better comeback to insult five minutes later.
Dad yelling frequently at treatment of siblings. Feels unfair yet know it isn't, know that I've been thinking about this for long time, just is coming out now. Find myself unable to see three dimensional objects, must work for things to 'pop' out at me. Not unusual, only realized 5th grade that way I see can't be normal for I cannot tell what looks 3-D on paper and what doesn't without physical effort. Makes looking at art/drawing difficult, am currently unable to see 'normally' without hurting eyes. Only works for short periods anyway. Still have depth perception, just no popping from shadows or dips in floor. Have stumbled frequently lately, examples during 1 1/2 mile run over uneven terrain, scraped ankle and fell luckily on grass. Have tripped often during walks in between classrooms, may just be result of new shoes.
Feel more tired during PE, not as coordinated. As said, fell twice during run. Cannot seem to hit ball during form of tennis, was much better in beginning. Skills seem to deteriorate. Feel no urge to participate in class or to deal with other people. HATE PARTNER WORK. Even more than usual. Seems they aren't trying. Do not give me credit for doing their work. Feel betrayed when get something wrong and is commented on. "OOOHHH!! She got it WRONG!!" No duh you freaking morons, what did you think? That I'm perfect? That I CARE? That I need your opinion on way that I work?
Teachers hear? May not care. May not hear. Don't care. They should hear/care, I'm student, their responsibility. Peers seem more spiteful than usual, more jokes on way I look, work, act, or must feel. Am becoming paranoid, I can feel it. Not a pleasant feeling. All are talking of me, all are giggling about something I did or said. I'm falling apart by the seems and can't seem to find enough thread to pull myself back together.
All noise is annoying, except for that already judged as ok eg. music, parents laughing, myself laughing, my name called by mom, frogs croaking, guinea pigs wheaking. Rest are irritants to be destroyed. Others talking, computer humming, others laughing. All must quiet or will be snapped at. Includes classmates, teachers, siblings, crossing guard, some 'friends'.
Had another 'Family Meeting'. Was loud, pointless, and irritating. Yelling for first half, last half just info that could've gotten by asking. Did not really care about something happening weeks away, could've just told us three days beforehand?
Also, that's when dad yelled. Usually happens around dinner, that's when pointless chatter comes up. Comment from Midget and Elf on how much they hate the War. When told them that thing they should hate most is that they had no fucking idea what they were talking about, Dad yelled. Yelled tonight when said that I had problems stopping insults leaving my mouth, that they just left. All was true. He started yelling, said that if he wanted help that he would give it to me, but I wouldn't like it a bit and he would make sure of it. Mom shut him up by saying that I was going to therapist next week, Also true. Shouldn't he know? Too busy with The cute one and the yeller? Too busy for the one who does good, who nearly cries at getting a B-? Too busy for the one who has nice friends who actually like me?
Starting to feel like need some mental condition to be wanted/paid attention to. If had Bipolar or MPD, would get attention. Could go to therapist? Asked Nikki/other friend (can't remember, maybe both?) about thought on therapy, said that was only for psycos who killed others. Don't want to be psyco too. Already hated. Don't want it to be worse. Considered cutting just to see if it worked, if it made anything better. That's why downstairs, didn't think could stop going for scissors. Parents here, couldn't hurt myself here. Would get upset, they would. Kind of point, but don't want to do in front of them. Even more upset, would they get?
Don't know. Will go to Mom now. Hopefully can cry. Sometimes helps bad feelings. Sometimes? Not so much.
Not in a good mood. In any sense of the word. Excuse the grammar, don't feel like being helpful/eloquent.
Mood started in English 1st period, had a collage level sub, couldn't keep class quiet. Loud yelling for 30 mins. Snapped at person who sits next to me (name Eathen) for being overly cheerful and helpful to the extreme. Hated the feeling of someone touching my skin, felt cramped in classrooms and hallways. Was mean and sadistic without trying, I could hear words coming from my mouth I didn't remember forming in my mind.
Made fun in head at everything possible from clothing to word choice to behavior. Has been going on for about two days now, perpetually grumpy and tired, not usually hungry in stages more on-off hunger with huge cravings then no urge to eat for an hour or so. Don't care about classwork when doing it but when I see number wrong flip out and get annoyed at myself, feel need to destroy evidence, often fold/unfold corners or other distraction before time to turn in. That's why report card so crumpled, liked seeing the letters fold slightly with every crease, watched grain in paper change as stressed. Want to just yell at people who treat me unfairly, kick myself when think of better comeback to insult five minutes later.
Dad yelling frequently at treatment of siblings. Feels unfair yet know it isn't, know that I've been thinking about this for long time, just is coming out now. Find myself unable to see three dimensional objects, must work for things to 'pop' out at me. Not unusual, only realized 5th grade that way I see can't be normal for I cannot tell what looks 3-D on paper and what doesn't without physical effort. Makes looking at art/drawing difficult, am currently unable to see 'normally' without hurting eyes. Only works for short periods anyway. Still have depth perception, just no popping from shadows or dips in floor. Have stumbled frequently lately, examples during 1 1/2 mile run over uneven terrain, scraped ankle and fell luckily on grass. Have tripped often during walks in between classrooms, may just be result of new shoes.
Feel more tired during PE, not as coordinated. As said, fell twice during run. Cannot seem to hit ball during form of tennis, was much better in beginning. Skills seem to deteriorate. Feel no urge to participate in class or to deal with other people. HATE PARTNER WORK. Even more than usual. Seems they aren't trying. Do not give me credit for doing their work. Feel betrayed when get something wrong and is commented on. "OOOHHH!! She got it WRONG!!" No duh you freaking morons, what did you think? That I'm perfect? That I CARE? That I need your opinion on way that I work?
Teachers hear? May not care. May not hear. Don't care. They should hear/care, I'm student, their responsibility. Peers seem more spiteful than usual, more jokes on way I look, work, act, or must feel. Am becoming paranoid, I can feel it. Not a pleasant feeling. All are talking of me, all are giggling about something I did or said. I'm falling apart by the seems and can't seem to find enough thread to pull myself back together.
All noise is annoying, except for that already judged as ok eg. music, parents laughing, myself laughing, my name called by mom, frogs croaking, guinea pigs wheaking. Rest are irritants to be destroyed. Others talking, computer humming, others laughing. All must quiet or will be snapped at. Includes classmates, teachers, siblings, crossing guard, some 'friends'.
Had another 'Family Meeting'. Was loud, pointless, and irritating. Yelling for first half, last half just info that could've gotten by asking. Did not really care about something happening weeks away, could've just told us three days beforehand?
Also, that's when dad yelled. Usually happens around dinner, that's when pointless chatter comes up. Comment from Midget and Elf on how much they hate the War. When told them that thing they should hate most is that they had no fucking idea what they were talking about, Dad yelled. Yelled tonight when said that I had problems stopping insults leaving my mouth, that they just left. All was true. He started yelling, said that if he wanted help that he would give it to me, but I wouldn't like it a bit and he would make sure of it. Mom shut him up by saying that I was going to therapist next week, Also true. Shouldn't he know? Too busy with The cute one and the yeller? Too busy for the one who does good, who nearly cries at getting a B-? Too busy for the one who has nice friends who actually like me?
Starting to feel like need some mental condition to be wanted/paid attention to. If had Bipolar or MPD, would get attention. Could go to therapist? Asked Nikki/other friend (can't remember, maybe both?) about thought on therapy, said that was only for psycos who killed others. Don't want to be psyco too. Already hated. Don't want it to be worse. Considered cutting just to see if it worked, if it made anything better. That's why downstairs, didn't think could stop going for scissors. Parents here, couldn't hurt myself here. Would get upset, they would. Kind of point, but don't want to do in front of them. Even more upset, would they get?
Don't know. Will go to Mom now. Hopefully can cry. Sometimes helps bad feelings. Sometimes? Not so much.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
My Alarm Clock Got a D-
Remember my missing alarm clock that I lost? It turns out that Dad threw it.
Sometimes I forget to turn off my alarm before going into the shower. I don't try to, I just do. Well, this time Dad was the one to turn it off, but he couldn't find the off button in the dark (he didn't want to turn on the lights and wake up more). So he fiddled with a few dials and threw it across the room.
So my alarm clock got a D- in the helpfulness department.
I however, got my progress report back. A, A-, A-, A-, B, B-.
I was near tears.
I usually get all A's. This time I only got one, the A in PE. PE!!!! That doesn't even count!
To top it all off, I was convinced that I was going to get KILLED when I came home. That I would have to 'take a walk' with dad, one of those that started out innocent but always strayed to the topics that I was either a) not comfortable with or b) didn't have an opinion on.
Then Mom was late picking me up by *cough* 40 minutes *cough*. A lovely way to spend 40 minutes, really it is.
So by the time I get in the car I'm miserable. Then of course I had to tell Mom my grades, and I did, as quickly as I could. When Mom cought on to how dismal my mood was, she reassured me that I wasn't in trouble, and I believe her.
Sigh.
Still wasn't fun though.
EDIT: ARGH!!! I can't get the font sizes to match. It looks weird. Grr.
Sometimes I forget to turn off my alarm before going into the shower. I don't try to, I just do. Well, this time Dad was the one to turn it off, but he couldn't find the off button in the dark (he didn't want to turn on the lights and wake up more). So he fiddled with a few dials and threw it across the room.
So my alarm clock got a D- in the helpfulness department.
I however, got my progress report back. A, A-, A-, A-, B, B-.
I was near tears.
I usually get all A's. This time I only got one, the A in PE. PE!!!! That doesn't even count!
To top it all off, I was convinced that I was going to get KILLED when I came home. That I would have to 'take a walk' with dad, one of those that started out innocent but always strayed to the topics that I was either a) not comfortable with or b) didn't have an opinion on.
Then Mom was late picking me up by *cough* 40 minutes *cough*. A lovely way to spend 40 minutes, really it is.
So by the time I get in the car I'm miserable. Then of course I had to tell Mom my grades, and I did, as quickly as I could. When Mom cought on to how dismal my mood was, she reassured me that I wasn't in trouble, and I believe her.
Sigh.
Still wasn't fun though.
EDIT: ARGH!!! I can't get the font sizes to match. It looks weird. Grr.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Christmas List
Yes. Oh yes. It has come. It has come to destroy you all! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Ahem. Sorry.
This is actually my first Christmas list, as usually I don't have any goals in mind during the season. Now that I do, I may as well right them down now before I forget. This is in note format with headings (in bold) and subheadings (in italics).
Laptop
-PLEAAASSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEE????????????
Artist Supplies
-Calligraphy Set
Oriental brush set with ink and instructional manual.
-Calligraphy For Dummies
A wonderful series, I'd love to read.
-Mentor to local artist
Mom, you know what I'm talking about here.
-Sketchbooks
I filled my last two, I need some more big ones.
Books
-The Pillow Book
I found this in my history book and found an excerpt.
It sounded very interesting and truely funny, I think it'd be a
wonderful read.
-The Tale of Genji
Same as above, more of a historical interest though.
Music
-$50 iTunes giftcard
I've had one before and LOVED IT!!! It lasted all the way to
February, which is pretty impressive considering the amount of music I
buy during the vacation.
Clothing
-Hot Topic... Pretty much anything actually.
Well, I mean, not ANYTHING, but something within reason.
Manga!!!
-Inuyasha 22-however many you can get in English
Oh, god yes.
-Punch! 1-3
A friend lent me these, and I loved them. Unfortunately I had to return
them as she kinda sorta wanted them back.
-Fruits Basket 1-As Many As Possible (AMAP)
Same as above, an adorable series with an excellent plot.
-Yurara 1-AMAP
Same as above, Chelsey loaned me TONS of manga.
-Millennium Snow 1-AMAP
Same as above.
-Vampire Knight 3
The most recent book in a series that Chelsey loaned me, I own 1 and 2.
-Aria 2
The most recent book in a series that I GOT MYSELF YEAH WHOOO!!!!
*cough* Ahem... I saw it at the school book fair and got it, it's a cute series.
-Black Cat 3-7
Excellent art and characters, I found this series at my cousin's house.
-Death Note 1-AMAP
I found volume 3 hanging around in my cousin's house, but couldn't understand
a thing, it being #3. Later I watched a Youtube of the 1st episode I got very
interested.
This is a work-in-progress, and it'll be updated as the season progresses. Sit tight!
PS. I found my clock 20 minutes after writing my last post. It was ten feet from my bedside table. When I had gotten up I must've clipped it with something and sent it flying. Amazingly nothing broke.
Ahem. Sorry.
This is actually my first Christmas list, as usually I don't have any goals in mind during the season. Now that I do, I may as well right them down now before I forget. This is in note format with headings (in bold) and subheadings (in italics).
Laptop
-PLEAAASSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEE????????????
Artist Supplies
-Calligraphy Set
Oriental brush set with ink and instructional manual.
-Calligraphy For Dummies
A wonderful series, I'd love to read.
-Mentor to local artist
Mom, you know what I'm talking about here.
-Sketchbooks
I filled my last two, I need some more big ones.
Books
-The Pillow Book
I found this in my history book and found an excerpt.
It sounded very interesting and truely funny, I think it'd be a
wonderful read.
-The Tale of Genji
Same as above, more of a historical interest though.
Music
-$50 iTunes giftcard
I've had one before and LOVED IT!!! It lasted all the way to
February, which is pretty impressive considering the amount of music I
buy during the vacation.
Clothing
-Hot Topic... Pretty much anything actually.
Well, I mean, not ANYTHING, but something within reason.
Manga!!!
-Inuyasha 22-however many you can get in English
Oh, god yes.
-Punch! 1-3
A friend lent me these, and I loved them. Unfortunately I had to return
them as she kinda sorta wanted them back.
-Fruits Basket 1-As Many As Possible (AMAP)
Same as above, an adorable series with an excellent plot.
-Yurara 1-AMAP
Same as above, Chelsey loaned me TONS of manga.
-Millennium Snow 1-AMAP
Same as above.
-Vampire Knight 3
The most recent book in a series that Chelsey loaned me, I own 1 and 2.
-Aria 2
The most recent book in a series that I GOT MYSELF YEAH WHOOO!!!!
*cough* Ahem... I saw it at the school book fair and got it, it's a cute series.
-Black Cat 3-7
Excellent art and characters, I found this series at my cousin's house.
-Death Note 1-AMAP
I found volume 3 hanging around in my cousin's house, but couldn't understand
a thing, it being #3. Later I watched a Youtube of the 1st episode I got very
interested.
This is a work-in-progress, and it'll be updated as the season progresses. Sit tight!
PS. I found my clock 20 minutes after writing my last post. It was ten feet from my bedside table. When I had gotten up I must've clipped it with something and sent it flying. Amazingly nothing broke.
Monday, November 26, 2007
So Weird.
Today is the first day of school and I have already lost 2 things: My alarm clock and my mind. The clock, a white, evil, square thing, has gone missing. Since I knew I would be tired this morning, I had set it to 5am to take a shower.
When I get back from my shower and make my bed, I know that at least an hour and a half has passed, because that's how long it takes for all the hot water to run out. But when I look to check the exact time, the clock is gone. Didn't fall under the bed, into the dresser, or anywhere else on that side of the room.
As I try to figure out what happened, I realize that I don't remember any of this morning before I went into the bathroom. I don't remember grumbling about the time, or throwing off the dozen or so blankets, or stomping over to my chair to put on my robe.
Most disturbingly of all, I don't remember my alarm clock going off. Usually I fight with the snooze button for a while, but I don't recall it ever ringing.
Somehow, I got up a 4:30am (half an hour before it rang), took a shower that lasted at least 90 minutes, and in that space of time lost a clock.
How the fuck do you loose a clock? I don't carry it around with me, and it hasn't fallen into or under me bed. If it didn't go off in my room, maybe someone took it into theirs? Who the hell would steal an alarm clock?
So strange. Anyway, I must go and get dressed. In the meantime, I will continue my Clock Hunt.
When I get back from my shower and make my bed, I know that at least an hour and a half has passed, because that's how long it takes for all the hot water to run out. But when I look to check the exact time, the clock is gone. Didn't fall under the bed, into the dresser, or anywhere else on that side of the room.
As I try to figure out what happened, I realize that I don't remember any of this morning before I went into the bathroom. I don't remember grumbling about the time, or throwing off the dozen or so blankets, or stomping over to my chair to put on my robe.
Most disturbingly of all, I don't remember my alarm clock going off. Usually I fight with the snooze button for a while, but I don't recall it ever ringing.
Somehow, I got up a 4:30am (half an hour before it rang), took a shower that lasted at least 90 minutes, and in that space of time lost a clock.
How the fuck do you loose a clock? I don't carry it around with me, and it hasn't fallen into or under me bed. If it didn't go off in my room, maybe someone took it into theirs? Who the hell would steal an alarm clock?
So strange. Anyway, I must go and get dressed. In the meantime, I will continue my Clock Hunt.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Oh My.
I had WAYYYY too much fun with this. Doug blogged on this amazing little program, blogwarbot. Gotta love it. This is, bye the way, about what I sound like when I'm in an argument at school.
BlogWarBot: I'm BlogWarBot. Didn't we ban you?
Guest: Not that I know of
BlogWarBot: Yeah, well, Hitler said 'NO' too.
Guest: That didn't make much sense, now did it?
BlogWarBot: And I suppose your pet issue is so much more important than ending the war.
Guest: A pet issue? Cool! What is it?
BlogWarBot: What does that have to do with this topic?
Guest: Everything.
BlogWarBot: That's quite interesting. Go on... (zzzzzzz).
Guest: Ok, I will.
BlogWarBot: So if I might get back to the topic, what do you think about the Ohio ballots thing?
Guest: Ohhhh!!! THAT'S our topic!!!
BlogWarBot: Robin Morgan used that in a poem once. But you knew that, you damn plagiarist.
Guest: WTF?
BlogWarBot: Would you move? Someone with something interesting to say may want to use the machine.
Guest: *snort* Interesting by whose standards?
BlogWarBot: Is this some kind of threadjack?
Guest: I have no idea what that means dude.
BlogWarBot: Why don't you go read the FAQ?
Guest: FAQ you!
BlogWarBot: In your dreams, jerk.
Guest: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
BlogWarBot: So if I might get us back on track here, what in your opinion is the crucial issue facing us today?
Guest: Your idiocy, what else would it be?
BlogWarBot: Sure, ask ask ask. Meanwhile, a million species go extinct every second.
Guest: Oh my. SOMEONE hasn't had their coffee today.
BlogWarBot: Typical. An expression of ignorant privilege.
Guest: Oh good lord. You're actually trying to sound smart aren't you.
BlogWarBot: Do you sometimes wish you were actually trying to sound smart aren't BlogWarBot?
Guest: Again: WTF?
BlogWarBot: While I'm thinking of it: Are you registered to vote?
Guest: Are you?
BlogWarBot: What the hell does that matter? We have to enact campaign finance reform!
Guest: You asked, idiot.
BlogWarBot: Stop placing your oppressive expectations on me!
Guest: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! TOO LATE!!!!!!
BlogWarBot: Typical. An expression of privileged ignorance.
Guest: What part of that was privileged ignorance? The part where I laughed at you?
BlogWarBot: I see porn is easier to deal with for feminists today than d ignorance? The part where you laughed at BlogWarBot
Guest: I do not understand your response you imbecile.
BlogWarBot: Dig into the trust fund, pal. Maybe you can pay someone to understand BlogWarBot's response BlogWarBot imbecile.
Guest: Ok. What's your credit card number, I'll start their. I do need some new shoes actually...
BlogWarBot: What, Malkin didn't cover this on Hot Air?
Guest: Not that I know of. Why?
BlogWarBot: Sure, ask ask ask. Meanwhile, a million species go extinct every second.
Guest: You already said that. Running out of ideas?
BlogWarBot: We can talk about me later. Now back to your inferiority to me...
Guest: Oh god. I'm going to have so much fun with this...
BlogWarBot: Do you expect a cookie just because you're going to had so much fun with this?
Guest: You ACTUALLY think you're smart enough to talk to ME?
BlogWarBot: You keep using that word smart enough to talk to you. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Guest: You, the most idiotic person I've ever met?
BlogWarBot: We can talk about me later. Now back to your inferiority to me...
Guest: Again: Running out of ideas much?
BlogWarBot: While I'm thinking of it: Are you registered to vote?
Guest: Asked that too.
BlogWarBot: Robin Morgan used that in a poem once. But you knew that, you damn plagiarist.
Guest: And that.
BlogWarBot: No substance. Lemme guess: you voted for Lieberman.
Guest: Ooh! A new one! What a good boy!
BlogWarBot: Why don't you ask your Mom when she brings you milk and cookies down there in her basement?
Guest: Aww, how cute!
BlogWarBot: Sure, ask ask ask. Meanwhile, a million species go extinct every second.
Guest: I didn't ask a question. Might want to learn some punctuaion.
BlogWarBot: I'm not sure I understand how you managed to log on successfully.
Guest: Not bad! You're getting better! You've evolved from an irritating bactirea to an annoying parasite!
BlogWarBot: Do you sometimes wish you were getting better! BlogWarBot've evolved from an irritating bactirea to an annoying parasite?
Guest: Ok, back to a bacteria.
BlogWarBot: So if I might get back to the topic, what do you think about the Ohio ballots thing?
Guest: Still a bacteria.
BlogWarBot: So if I might get back to the topic, what do you think about the Ohio ballots thing?
Guest: Single celled orginism. Poor dear.
BlogWarBot: Robin Morgan used that in a poem once. But you knew that, you damn plagiarist.
Guest: Ok, now you're a molecule.
BlogWarBot: You keep using that word a molecule. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Guest: What else would it mean?
BlogWarBot: What does that have to do with this topic?
Guest: Now an atom...
BlogWarBot: Yeah, well, Hitler said 'NO' too.
Guest: I can't think of anything smaller than an atom, so bye!
BlogWarBot: Even if you never think of anything smaller than an atom, so bye, you still benefit from the patriarchy.
Guest: See you, nice to meet ya!
BlogWarBot: Stop placing your oppressive expectations on me!
Guest: Byee!
BlogWarBot: O HAI U CAN GRO BRANE? KTHX ^..^
Guest: *waves*
BlogWarBot: No substance. Lemme guess: you voted for Lieberman.
Guest: I'm out.
Also: I'm very active on GaiaOnline.com right now, so I made a charrie ref of a DND character I'm playing, She's a Dark Elf.
BlogWarBot: I'm BlogWarBot. Didn't we ban you?
Guest: Not that I know of
BlogWarBot: Yeah, well, Hitler said 'NO' too.
Guest: That didn't make much sense, now did it?
BlogWarBot: And I suppose your pet issue is so much more important than ending the war.
Guest: A pet issue? Cool! What is it?
BlogWarBot: What does that have to do with this topic?
Guest: Everything.
BlogWarBot: That's quite interesting. Go on... (zzzzzzz).
Guest: Ok, I will.
BlogWarBot: So if I might get back to the topic, what do you think about the Ohio ballots thing?
Guest: Ohhhh!!! THAT'S our topic!!!
BlogWarBot: Robin Morgan used that in a poem once. But you knew that, you damn plagiarist.
Guest: WTF?
BlogWarBot: Would you move? Someone with something interesting to say may want to use the machine.
Guest: *snort* Interesting by whose standards?
BlogWarBot: Is this some kind of threadjack?
Guest: I have no idea what that means dude.
BlogWarBot: Why don't you go read the FAQ?
Guest: FAQ you!
BlogWarBot: In your dreams, jerk.
Guest: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
BlogWarBot: So if I might get us back on track here, what in your opinion is the crucial issue facing us today?
Guest: Your idiocy, what else would it be?
BlogWarBot: Sure, ask ask ask. Meanwhile, a million species go extinct every second.
Guest: Oh my. SOMEONE hasn't had their coffee today.
BlogWarBot: Typical. An expression of ignorant privilege.
Guest: Oh good lord. You're actually trying to sound smart aren't you.
BlogWarBot: Do you sometimes wish you were actually trying to sound smart aren't BlogWarBot?
Guest: Again: WTF?
BlogWarBot: While I'm thinking of it: Are you registered to vote?
Guest: Are you?
BlogWarBot: What the hell does that matter? We have to enact campaign finance reform!
Guest: You asked, idiot.
BlogWarBot: Stop placing your oppressive expectations on me!
Guest: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! TOO LATE!!!!!!
BlogWarBot: Typical. An expression of privileged ignorance.
Guest: What part of that was privileged ignorance? The part where I laughed at you?
BlogWarBot: I see porn is easier to deal with for feminists today than d ignorance? The part where you laughed at BlogWarBot
Guest: I do not understand your response you imbecile.
BlogWarBot: Dig into the trust fund, pal. Maybe you can pay someone to understand BlogWarBot's response BlogWarBot imbecile.
Guest: Ok. What's your credit card number, I'll start their. I do need some new shoes actually...
BlogWarBot: What, Malkin didn't cover this on Hot Air?
Guest: Not that I know of. Why?
BlogWarBot: Sure, ask ask ask. Meanwhile, a million species go extinct every second.
Guest: You already said that. Running out of ideas?
BlogWarBot: We can talk about me later. Now back to your inferiority to me...
Guest: Oh god. I'm going to have so much fun with this...
BlogWarBot: Do you expect a cookie just because you're going to had so much fun with this?
Guest: You ACTUALLY think you're smart enough to talk to ME?
BlogWarBot: You keep using that word smart enough to talk to you. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Guest: You, the most idiotic person I've ever met?
BlogWarBot: We can talk about me later. Now back to your inferiority to me...
Guest: Again: Running out of ideas much?
BlogWarBot: While I'm thinking of it: Are you registered to vote?
Guest: Asked that too.
BlogWarBot: Robin Morgan used that in a poem once. But you knew that, you damn plagiarist.
Guest: And that.
BlogWarBot: No substance. Lemme guess: you voted for Lieberman.
Guest: Ooh! A new one! What a good boy!
BlogWarBot: Why don't you ask your Mom when she brings you milk and cookies down there in her basement?
Guest: Aww, how cute!
BlogWarBot: Sure, ask ask ask. Meanwhile, a million species go extinct every second.
Guest: I didn't ask a question. Might want to learn some punctuaion.
BlogWarBot: I'm not sure I understand how you managed to log on successfully.
Guest: Not bad! You're getting better! You've evolved from an irritating bactirea to an annoying parasite!
BlogWarBot: Do you sometimes wish you were getting better! BlogWarBot've evolved from an irritating bactirea to an annoying parasite?
Guest: Ok, back to a bacteria.
BlogWarBot: So if I might get back to the topic, what do you think about the Ohio ballots thing?
Guest: Still a bacteria.
BlogWarBot: So if I might get back to the topic, what do you think about the Ohio ballots thing?
Guest: Single celled orginism. Poor dear.
BlogWarBot: Robin Morgan used that in a poem once. But you knew that, you damn plagiarist.
Guest: Ok, now you're a molecule.
BlogWarBot: You keep using that word a molecule. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Guest: What else would it mean?
BlogWarBot: What does that have to do with this topic?
Guest: Now an atom...
BlogWarBot: Yeah, well, Hitler said 'NO' too.
Guest: I can't think of anything smaller than an atom, so bye!
BlogWarBot: Even if you never think of anything smaller than an atom, so bye, you still benefit from the patriarchy.
Guest: See you, nice to meet ya!
BlogWarBot: Stop placing your oppressive expectations on me!
Guest: Byee!
BlogWarBot: O HAI U CAN GRO BRANE? KTHX ^..^
Guest: *waves*
BlogWarBot: No substance. Lemme guess: you voted for Lieberman.
Guest: I'm out.
Also: I'm very active on GaiaOnline.com right now, so I made a charrie ref of a DND character I'm playing, She's a Dark Elf.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
New Pic
It's actually a reference pic for what might become a comic. It took all of about 15 minutes, a speed paint. The black material is jet, the green is jade, and the yellow/white is citrine. I have a piece of tumbled citrine that's a very light yellow on one side (lighter than all of the examples on that page) and is clear with rainbows on the other. It's beautiful, and it's a shame that this kind of quartz isn't well known.
That purple jewels are what makes the Dragon King different than all of the other timaeni - which means dragons, that's my own word, singular is timaehneh.
MUAHAHAHAHA!!!
  | |
 | Minimal: You would most likely not get caught, but if you did, it would be due to technological developments arising after the case had gone cold. |
 | |
| from QuizGalaxy.com | |
'Are You a Dumb Blond?':
Why are you even taking this quiz? You may be a towhead, but the crazy, complicated formula that generates the results of this quiz (which you could probably explain in precise detail to me) has pegged you as a brunette. Save for a few "dumb blonde moments", you don't really fit into any of the dumb blonde stereotypes!
Take the Dumb Blonde Test at QuizRocket.com
(Oddly enough, I am a brunette)
I am a
- Winter
Intelligent Serious Cozy Calm Shy
- You are ARTEMIS
The goddess of the hunt, Artemis was one of the most beautiful of the goddesses, but had no interest in men. You radiate beauty and "girl power". People look up to you because of your independence.
- Wind
You are charming and attractive and a lot of people find themselves drawn to you. You have many friends but confide truly in only a few. You can get passionate sometimes, but most of the time you are level. Grades don't matter too much to you because you're going to be an artist! You are quite easy-going but can be stubborn. Your hobbies include drawing, sculpting or making things, and in general artistic things. Your colors are...you like all the colors! Your planet is Earth and your symbol is a swirl or a hawk. (Damn, I wanted to be water D:)
- New-Aged Goth
You weren't there for the beginning, but the whole Gothic thing drew you in. You love so many aspects of it - the leather, the lace, the velvet, the metal, that you can hardly decide whether you want to walk around in a corset or wear something more elegant like a lacy, complicated ensemble of foreign Goth culture. Your styles could include Lolita, Cyber, Old-School, Fetish and Smart, but it's all about what mood you're in that day. This shows variety, passion, and even if you don't have as many clothes to suit your tastes, you'll always be. (Cool. Sounds about right.)
- Collage Smarty!
Yea, you have the right to gloat, you are VERY smart! Be proud of your intelligence, its something very uncommon!
- Real InuYasha fan
Wow, you really know InuYasha like the back of your hand! (Ho yeah baby! Whoo!)
- "Red" Vampire
You are incredibly blood thirsty and are the standard stereotypical vampire you have the weaknesses of a vampire holy water and other such religious items, wooden stakes, sunlight ect. you are however invincible to guns, knives ect (as long as your heart and head is intact,) your stronger than a "White" vampire but weaker than "Black." You are somewhat hidden in a human crowd but are easy enough to find by a good hunter. You have two fangs that can retract or jut out two inches or more. (Man, I had to spellcheck this one! A "Black" vampire, BTW, is one of the really evil ones. I can live being weaker than a "Blackie".
Do I have to say more? XD
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Here we go again...
Elf attacked me again today. It happens every so often, and always when Mom's gone. This time, she was out picking up Midget from daycare. He was yelling at the computer for 'not being fair' and 'cheating', when really he just wasn't doing very well at the game. Also, I had just gotten the mouse and tablet thrown at my head.
Getting sick of hearing the same two sentences shouted at full volume for ten minutes, I told him to shut up, and that he was being stupid.
His response was to run screaming into the room to attack me. This has happened before, so I know what it feels like to be hit and kicked repeatedly. So I did what I always did: tackled him. He reached up and tried to punch my face, so I bit him, turned him on his side, held his hands, and locked his legs.
By this time we were screaming curse words at each other full volume. He told me to get off, I told him no fucking way in hell because I didn't want to get killed. He said look who's talking, I told him that if he promised to not hurt me I'd let him go. No way in hell, he responded. "Fine. We'll just stay here then." With that I pinned both his knees with one of mine and stuck the other in his gut. I also told him that if he didn't shut the fuck up I was going to punch him in the nose.
He kept trying to hit me, so I grabbed the offending hand and took to twisting his wrist until he put it down. Eventually, with much more cursing, he said that he wouldn't hurt me, just to get my knee off of him. So I did, and he stormed upstairs.
Later he came back downstairs and blamed me for a nosebleed as I was searching for the elusive tablet. Interestingly enough, I never touched his head, at least not that I can remember, since he didn't say much after I threatened to flatten his face. Later Mom came home. They're still talking. I have to admit being worried that he'll try to hit her next.
Idiot sibling.
My day was going good too! I had just started a Step Aerobics class hosted by one of my school's PE teachers, and it was really fun! Then an hour later I have to deal with this shit.
This is why I envy single children. Well, Midget's getting a LOT better, but Elf's behavior is scary. I'm starting to not want him at school any more, he's too dangerous. I know that sounds mean, even traitorous, but I've been in a good number of full out wars with him, and that's probably the only reason I don't have bruises covering most of my legs, torso, arms, and face. He was suspended for two days today, BTW. He pushed another student and kicked another aid. Lovely. Mom told me it was provoked by someone saying that they were winning.
Excuse me? I am teased daily by people I have NEVER MET because they're friends say I'm mean/stuck up/smart ass/etcetera and I have never attacked someone. Ever. Ever ever ever. Mom and Dad say that it's because basically his brain's fucked up and mine's fine, but you know what? I really do not care any more. That's what they say about bullies too, interestingly enough. That's what he's becoming-a bully. And if it's inevitable, why don't they TELL HIM so that he KNOWS to try and COOL IT once and a while. Not telling him only makes it so he doesn't know what to change. And if they have told him? Tell him again until he gets it because obviously something's not gotten through.
I still get sad and embarrassed when I hear that he's acted up again. I'm constantly worried it's going to reach the Middle School and I'm going to have to hear it over and over and over and over again. His existence is becoming threatening and you know what? If he had to hear who I bruised every other day, why I got suspended, who's gossiping about me now? He'd lose it! He doesn't have the embarrassment of living knowing that one day someone's going to say,
"Oh, do you have a sister?"
I'm pretty sure I'm the only child in the group that's had that happen to them. He's affecting the way I spend my free time now. I need my time alone, but I used to at least go downstairs sometimes. Now I hide in my room and wait until he loses it. Then maybe I come downstairs. I don't want to be caught in another fight.
Of course, since I'm hiding, the only person Elf has to beat up is Midget, and she can't defend herself. She gets punched, he marches upstairs saying that it isn't fair that he- the most important person in the world -is being punished. And when he comes downstairs everyone acts like nothing happened. Because really? Midget's becoming a punching bag and everyone knows it. And it's so common that it isn't a big deal any more.
Just great. Just fucking great.
Getting sick of hearing the same two sentences shouted at full volume for ten minutes, I told him to shut up, and that he was being stupid.
His response was to run screaming into the room to attack me. This has happened before, so I know what it feels like to be hit and kicked repeatedly. So I did what I always did: tackled him. He reached up and tried to punch my face, so I bit him, turned him on his side, held his hands, and locked his legs.
By this time we were screaming curse words at each other full volume. He told me to get off, I told him no fucking way in hell because I didn't want to get killed. He said look who's talking, I told him that if he promised to not hurt me I'd let him go. No way in hell, he responded. "Fine. We'll just stay here then." With that I pinned both his knees with one of mine and stuck the other in his gut. I also told him that if he didn't shut the fuck up I was going to punch him in the nose.
He kept trying to hit me, so I grabbed the offending hand and took to twisting his wrist until he put it down. Eventually, with much more cursing, he said that he wouldn't hurt me, just to get my knee off of him. So I did, and he stormed upstairs.
Later he came back downstairs and blamed me for a nosebleed as I was searching for the elusive tablet. Interestingly enough, I never touched his head, at least not that I can remember, since he didn't say much after I threatened to flatten his face. Later Mom came home. They're still talking. I have to admit being worried that he'll try to hit her next.
Idiot sibling.
My day was going good too! I had just started a Step Aerobics class hosted by one of my school's PE teachers, and it was really fun! Then an hour later I have to deal with this shit.
This is why I envy single children. Well, Midget's getting a LOT better, but Elf's behavior is scary. I'm starting to not want him at school any more, he's too dangerous. I know that sounds mean, even traitorous, but I've been in a good number of full out wars with him, and that's probably the only reason I don't have bruises covering most of my legs, torso, arms, and face. He was suspended for two days today, BTW. He pushed another student and kicked another aid. Lovely. Mom told me it was provoked by someone saying that they were winning.
Excuse me? I am teased daily by people I have NEVER MET because they're friends say I'm mean/stuck up/smart ass/etcetera and I have never attacked someone. Ever. Ever ever ever. Mom and Dad say that it's because basically his brain's fucked up and mine's fine, but you know what? I really do not care any more. That's what they say about bullies too, interestingly enough. That's what he's becoming-a bully. And if it's inevitable, why don't they TELL HIM so that he KNOWS to try and COOL IT once and a while. Not telling him only makes it so he doesn't know what to change. And if they have told him? Tell him again until he gets it because obviously something's not gotten through.
I still get sad and embarrassed when I hear that he's acted up again. I'm constantly worried it's going to reach the Middle School and I'm going to have to hear it over and over and over and over again. His existence is becoming threatening and you know what? If he had to hear who I bruised every other day, why I got suspended, who's gossiping about me now? He'd lose it! He doesn't have the embarrassment of living knowing that one day someone's going to say,
"Oh, do you have a sister?"
I'm pretty sure I'm the only child in the group that's had that happen to them. He's affecting the way I spend my free time now. I need my time alone, but I used to at least go downstairs sometimes. Now I hide in my room and wait until he loses it. Then maybe I come downstairs. I don't want to be caught in another fight.
Of course, since I'm hiding, the only person Elf has to beat up is Midget, and she can't defend herself. She gets punched, he marches upstairs saying that it isn't fair that he- the most important person in the world -is being punished. And when he comes downstairs everyone acts like nothing happened. Because really? Midget's becoming a punching bag and everyone knows it. And it's so common that it isn't a big deal any more.
Just great. Just fucking great.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Happeh Dance!
Yayy!! My friend Nikki- the one who got bored during the Afro-Americans teasing us -is making a blog. Yayys! So happy :D Make sure to comment when you're done so I know what blog to check!
Edited to add: Here it is! She doesn't seem to be in a good mood right now though *sweatdrop*
Edited to add: Here it is! She doesn't seem to be in a good mood right now though *sweatdrop*
Monday, October 15, 2007
Artistic Hopes
I was thinking about my opinion on my own art today. What I found was rather distressing. No matter how much praise I get, it seems hollow because I cannot look past the mistakes that I know I made.
I find this really sad. I want to make art just for fun, like I used to. I knew I wasn't very good, but I also knew that I was young, and that I would get better. It was very reassuring, knowing that. When I looked at people's art that was better than mine, I knew that they were usually much older than I was. And no matter what people said, I knew that I would get better.
Now I find that I'm getting so much praise that I can't really say I'll get better. I can only feel that I should be much more talented, because I don't feel like I earned it. And when I get criticism, I feel like someone can see that insecurity and I get worried. I can't seem to find a good balance.
Mom's praise is much more solid. She's stuck with me through all of my bad pictures, and my anatomy research, and helped me find references on at least a dozen subjects. She's bragged, she's sketched, she's explained. So when she says, "That's amazing! Excellent job!" I know that she knows that I once was average, and that I've actually improved, that I'm not a genius. It's a wonderful thing.
Other people, it doesn't really count. They seem to think that I am more talented than I really am. When they ask how I did it, I can't bring myself to tell them that I'm not good, just stubborn enough to get through that period that I was god-awful. That I don't really know what I'm doing, that I am just winging it. Rather scary.
One day though, I hope that I can look past that, that I can take praise for what it really is, something to be proud to get. I hope that one day I will be able to look at everything good about a picture, not only the flaws.
Those are my hopes for my future. Even if I don't get anything else, I hope I get that.
And Mom? Thank you. So very much.
I find this really sad. I want to make art just for fun, like I used to. I knew I wasn't very good, but I also knew that I was young, and that I would get better. It was very reassuring, knowing that. When I looked at people's art that was better than mine, I knew that they were usually much older than I was. And no matter what people said, I knew that I would get better.
Now I find that I'm getting so much praise that I can't really say I'll get better. I can only feel that I should be much more talented, because I don't feel like I earned it. And when I get criticism, I feel like someone can see that insecurity and I get worried. I can't seem to find a good balance.
Mom's praise is much more solid. She's stuck with me through all of my bad pictures, and my anatomy research, and helped me find references on at least a dozen subjects. She's bragged, she's sketched, she's explained. So when she says, "That's amazing! Excellent job!" I know that she knows that I once was average, and that I've actually improved, that I'm not a genius. It's a wonderful thing.
Other people, it doesn't really count. They seem to think that I am more talented than I really am. When they ask how I did it, I can't bring myself to tell them that I'm not good, just stubborn enough to get through that period that I was god-awful. That I don't really know what I'm doing, that I am just winging it. Rather scary.
One day though, I hope that I can look past that, that I can take praise for what it really is, something to be proud to get. I hope that one day I will be able to look at everything good about a picture, not only the flaws.
Those are my hopes for my future. Even if I don't get anything else, I hope I get that.
And Mom? Thank you. So very much.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Oriental Genre
Remember Genre, my Peophin? Well, if not, here she is Here and Here.
In one part of her story I mentioned that she had grandparents from Shenkuu, Neopet's China. Also, much of her time is spent as a negotiator of fishing laws, but I had only ever drawn her in her clubbing outfit.
Because of this, and that I thought that Genre looked too Western for her supposed genealogy, I redesigned her. Sooo... Here she is.
That's my (very) stylized last name on the side, but it's so styled that I thought it was safe to post.
I tried a different shading style this time, and it came out well. I experimented with more brushes than usual, so that's good. And I really worked on texture.
That's about it, not much more to say. Soo... Yeah.
Edited to add:
Whoops! I forgot the info! Sorry! Here it is:
Time: 5-8 hours
Layers: (eek) 14
Media: Photoshop Elements with a Wacom Tablet
Size: 175kb
In one part of her story I mentioned that she had grandparents from Shenkuu, Neopet's China. Also, much of her time is spent as a negotiator of fishing laws, but I had only ever drawn her in her clubbing outfit.
Because of this, and that I thought that Genre looked too Western for her supposed genealogy, I redesigned her. Sooo... Here she is.
That's my (very) stylized last name on the side, but it's so styled that I thought it was safe to post.I tried a different shading style this time, and it came out well. I experimented with more brushes than usual, so that's good. And I really worked on texture.
That's about it, not much more to say. Soo... Yeah.
Edited to add:
Whoops! I forgot the info! Sorry! Here it is:
Time: 5-8 hours
Layers: (eek) 14
Media: Photoshop Elements with a Wacom Tablet
Size: 175kb
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Comment Thread
Mom's having some problems with a substitute teacher and I commented on the next post, an update. Soooooo.... Yeah. Happy commenting!
Monday, October 8, 2007
Excuse Me?
Excuse me? What exactly gave you the right to yell at me? What miracle have you preformed that makes you that much better than me?
If you haven't already noticed, I haven't had the best day, starting with lunch.
In my school, you can either eat lunch in the cafeteria or outside on these wooden tables. There are about six of them, and they're pretty ordinary. But some people get possesive about which table is 'theirs'. It's a bit more clear cut in the cafeteria, my group, as small as it is, has their side, another sub-group takes the other. But the wooden tables aren't used much because our school is right near the Carquinez Straights, so there's usually a decent breeze.
The entire thing actually started last week, when my friends Nikki (fellow 7th grader) and I sat down at a wooden table after we finished eating. We had been sitting for about fifteen minutes when a huge group (twelve or so) of black girls came along.
According to them, we were sitting at 'their table' and we had to move.
Excuse me? Madam bitch? We were FUCKING HERE FIRST and that you have NO RIGHT to behave like we are enroaching on your 'property'.
Unfortunatly I cannot say that to them because they are all eighth graders e.g. taller, stronger, faster, and coarser (langauge, manners) than I am. You do not mess with eighth graders.
So instead we politely say, "I'm sorry, I don't want to do that right now."
In response we get a stream of cuss words and threatening behavior. Much of the time is spent saying that we should get up because we are 7th graders and that they are 8th.
Eventually, Nikki gets bored- yes, bored. Nikki is awesome like this -and tells one of the many girls sitting on the table (which isn't allowed, btw) that we'll leave if she says please. So she does, and we do.
Today, we had finished eating. The school library was closed and we had finished our homework, so we started talking about out SSR books.
Then Madam Bitch and her Bitchetts wander over. Again, we are sitting on 'thier table'. Again, we refuse to move. Also, we aren't talking enough to Kim, a shy African American girl who sits at our table. This time, since my friend Karolyn, an 8th grader, is with us, they use a different resoning: we should move/talk because we're white.
Oh. My. FUCKING. God.
We have spent MONTHS covering the Civil War. MONTHS. Slavery STOPPED. DONE (in North America).
So what exactly gives you the right to say that you're better than we are because you're black? Hmm? Give me a reason.
And about Kim: she DOES NOT WANT to talk. I've known her for two years and she's alway been quiet. We try to include her in conversations, but if she doesn't want to speak we don't force her.
This time when we do not immediately bow to their whim, they start cussing at us.
"Move the HELL off of our FUCKING table bitches!"
"Oh, Carolyn, why are you friends with 7th graders? Too much of a loser to find any good friends?"
And, my personal favorite:
"Come on four-eyes, move your butt."
When someone calls someone wearing glasses 'four-eyes', it really is pathetic. I mean, there isn't a more overdone insult in the world. It's not even insulting any more.
The one that really pissed me off was-
"Let me put it the white way: Please get up?"
What.
Who the hell do you think you are? You waltz over here to demand that we do something we don't want to do, then say that being polite isn't in style?
Or that having lighter skin is something to be ashamed of?
This is the Civil Rights movement all over again. People think that the past can govern the future and that it's all right to tell someone that they aren't worthy of respect.
People think that others aren't allowed to do something because of their ethnicity. That if you have skin that isn't dark enough than you have to change your clothing, friends, and speech to make up for it.
That is what the entire Getto movement is, you know. Feeling the need to change from peer pressure.
What's worse is, after the counseler chased- chased, because they wouldn't leave -the gang away, Kim tried to apologize.
I think Nikki put it best:
"Don't apologize for stupid people. Because if you're smart enough to see how idiotic they are, than you can just laugh at them like the rest of the world."
Please note that I only call African-Americans 'black' when I do not like them, this is not normal behavior for me.
If you haven't already noticed, I haven't had the best day, starting with lunch.
In my school, you can either eat lunch in the cafeteria or outside on these wooden tables. There are about six of them, and they're pretty ordinary. But some people get possesive about which table is 'theirs'. It's a bit more clear cut in the cafeteria, my group, as small as it is, has their side, another sub-group takes the other. But the wooden tables aren't used much because our school is right near the Carquinez Straights, so there's usually a decent breeze.
The entire thing actually started last week, when my friends Nikki (fellow 7th grader) and I sat down at a wooden table after we finished eating. We had been sitting for about fifteen minutes when a huge group (twelve or so) of black girls came along.
According to them, we were sitting at 'their table' and we had to move.
Excuse me? Madam bitch? We were FUCKING HERE FIRST and that you have NO RIGHT to behave like we are enroaching on your 'property'.
Unfortunatly I cannot say that to them because they are all eighth graders e.g. taller, stronger, faster, and coarser (langauge, manners) than I am. You do not mess with eighth graders.
So instead we politely say, "I'm sorry, I don't want to do that right now."
In response we get a stream of cuss words and threatening behavior. Much of the time is spent saying that we should get up because we are 7th graders and that they are 8th.
Eventually, Nikki gets bored- yes, bored. Nikki is awesome like this -and tells one of the many girls sitting on the table (which isn't allowed, btw) that we'll leave if she says please. So she does, and we do.
Today, we had finished eating. The school library was closed and we had finished our homework, so we started talking about out SSR books.
Then Madam Bitch and her Bitchetts wander over. Again, we are sitting on 'thier table'. Again, we refuse to move. Also, we aren't talking enough to Kim, a shy African American girl who sits at our table. This time, since my friend Karolyn, an 8th grader, is with us, they use a different resoning: we should move/talk because we're white.
Oh. My. FUCKING. God.
We have spent MONTHS covering the Civil War. MONTHS. Slavery STOPPED. DONE (in North America).
So what exactly gives you the right to say that you're better than we are because you're black? Hmm? Give me a reason.
And about Kim: she DOES NOT WANT to talk. I've known her for two years and she's alway been quiet. We try to include her in conversations, but if she doesn't want to speak we don't force her.
This time when we do not immediately bow to their whim, they start cussing at us.
"Move the HELL off of our FUCKING table bitches!"
"Oh, Carolyn, why are you friends with 7th graders? Too much of a loser to find any good friends?"
And, my personal favorite:
"Come on four-eyes, move your butt."
When someone calls someone wearing glasses 'four-eyes', it really is pathetic. I mean, there isn't a more overdone insult in the world. It's not even insulting any more.
The one that really pissed me off was-
"Let me put it the white way: Please get up?"
What.
Who the hell do you think you are? You waltz over here to demand that we do something we don't want to do, then say that being polite isn't in style?
Or that having lighter skin is something to be ashamed of?
This is the Civil Rights movement all over again. People think that the past can govern the future and that it's all right to tell someone that they aren't worthy of respect.
People think that others aren't allowed to do something because of their ethnicity. That if you have skin that isn't dark enough than you have to change your clothing, friends, and speech to make up for it.
That is what the entire Getto movement is, you know. Feeling the need to change from peer pressure.
What's worse is, after the counseler chased- chased, because they wouldn't leave -the gang away, Kim tried to apologize.
I think Nikki put it best:
"Don't apologize for stupid people. Because if you're smart enough to see how idiotic they are, than you can just laugh at them like the rest of the world."
Please note that I only call African-Americans 'black' when I do not like them, this is not normal behavior for me.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Because These Are FUNNY!
HAHAHA! We all needed that, admit it. And this one:
Snigger snigger. I am amused.
I just noticed this--- click on the pics to full-view. Especially our walrus friend. He is lonely without his bucket.
Ok, I am done. I have done my community service. Yay!
Because These Are FUNNY!
[url=http://icanhascheezburger.com/2007/03/23/mah-camouflage-iz-workin/][img]http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/03/mahcamouflage.jpg[/img][/url]
HAHAHA! We all needed that, admit it.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
I Really Should Be in Bed But...
Clickeh!
My Daemon was Cleon, again. My last one had a different name though, an odd one...
Cleon's ok though. He's cute :)
My Daemon was Cleon, again. My last one had a different name though, an odd one...
Cleon's ok though. He's cute :)
Friday, September 14, 2007
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Omfg, this will never work.
Take a look at that link. A good, long look.
Now tell me: who would you say buys the most clothing-small children, teenagers, or adults?
Teenagers, of course. Now tell me, what sane teen would EVER buy ANYTHING like that? (Note, I said sane teens, not high-and-all-mighty-servants-of-the-lord teens, because I've seen those ones and they scare me.)
Whoever made these products is clearly an idiot. The largest clientel (I dunno how that's spelled), teenagers, wouldn't go within two miles of those. Those suits look unattractive and uncomfortable. They are ugly. They are hideous.
And they're the one thing I don't think of when I think 'swimming'--formal. They're the church outfits of the ocean, the Quaker costumes of the pool. Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty things.
And, unfortunately for the kids who were forced to model, they scream, "EVANGELICAL, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED"
Not the message you want to give for that end-of-year pool party with all of the bullies there, is it? Think, asking for it? Bringing it on? Entry #1 in 'How To Get Teased For the Rest of Your Natural Life'?
Bleargh. Hate those suits. Hatehatehatehatehate.
In other news:
Generally I got a good reaction about the clothing switch. Those who told me it looked horrible never liked me in the first place, so that doesn't count.
Chelsea started loaning me Shojo manga, or girl comics. I didn't think I'd like them, but they are addicting-- my personal favorites are Punch! and Vampire Knight. Yumm. Hot guys. And I don't even like guys- they leave a lot to be desired. I'm fine with how some (SOME!!) of them look, but ye gods tact and manners are not in their vocabulary.
If insulting me is a male's way of saying 'I'm interested in you', males need some new tactics. NOW. As in, overnight change kind of right now. Strangle them all!
ANYWAY-
I love the style of the Shojo artists. They use more chibi's and 'super expressions' than Shonen artists, manga artists aimed at male audiences. The plot lines, to me, seem to vary more also. There aren't any repetitive 'I'm going to hurt you bad!' fightfightfightfightfight 'Damn, that was hard! Now to go rescue that girl wearing the short skirt that tripped over the carpet in ch.3!' fall in love, kiss scene, luurrvve scene in R rated comics. Females are usually limited to 'Watch out ____!' roles, and aren't very intelligent. All girls have big boobs and tiny waists. All people are 1-30 years old.
Now, obviously Shojo artists have repetitions too. There seems to be one 'attractive male' look, and most artists just borrow from this style, with only hair and clothing details separating male characters. Females seem to have a bit more flexible design, usually with HUGE eyes and a lot shorter than the corresponding hero/date/lover. Also, for some reson all guys have big hands with long fingers. Strange.
The panel construction trophy, however, goes directly to Shojo. The setups are more dramatic, and the camera angles more varied. Diagonal panels are actually used. It is unusual to see an overcrowded panel as there is no extra 'EEEEEERRRRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!' speeches to clutter things up. The suspense is actually suspenseful, no 'But how?!?!?!?!' here.
In conclusion, we likey! I am really happy with my makeover and am reading some really interesting stuff.
That's all, folks!
Take a look at that link. A good, long look.
Now tell me: who would you say buys the most clothing-small children, teenagers, or adults?
Teenagers, of course. Now tell me, what sane teen would EVER buy ANYTHING like that? (Note, I said sane teens, not high-and-all-mighty-servants-of-the-lord teens, because I've seen those ones and they scare me.)
Whoever made these products is clearly an idiot. The largest clientel (I dunno how that's spelled), teenagers, wouldn't go within two miles of those. Those suits look unattractive and uncomfortable. They are ugly. They are hideous.
And they're the one thing I don't think of when I think 'swimming'--formal. They're the church outfits of the ocean, the Quaker costumes of the pool. Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty things.
And, unfortunately for the kids who were forced to model, they scream, "EVANGELICAL, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED"
Not the message you want to give for that end-of-year pool party with all of the bullies there, is it? Think, asking for it? Bringing it on? Entry #1 in 'How To Get Teased For the Rest of Your Natural Life'?
Bleargh. Hate those suits. Hatehatehatehatehate.
In other news:
Generally I got a good reaction about the clothing switch. Those who told me it looked horrible never liked me in the first place, so that doesn't count.
Chelsea started loaning me Shojo manga, or girl comics. I didn't think I'd like them, but they are addicting-- my personal favorites are Punch! and Vampire Knight. Yumm. Hot guys. And I don't even like guys- they leave a lot to be desired. I'm fine with how some (SOME!!) of them look, but ye gods tact and manners are not in their vocabulary.
If insulting me is a male's way of saying 'I'm interested in you', males need some new tactics. NOW. As in, overnight change kind of right now. Strangle them all!
ANYWAY-
I love the style of the Shojo artists. They use more chibi's and 'super expressions' than Shonen artists, manga artists aimed at male audiences. The plot lines, to me, seem to vary more also. There aren't any repetitive 'I'm going to hurt you bad!' fightfightfightfightfight 'Damn, that was hard! Now to go rescue that girl wearing the short skirt that tripped over the carpet in ch.3!' fall in love, kiss scene, luurrvve scene in R rated comics. Females are usually limited to 'Watch out ____!' roles, and aren't very intelligent. All girls have big boobs and tiny waists. All people are 1-30 years old.
Now, obviously Shojo artists have repetitions too. There seems to be one 'attractive male' look, and most artists just borrow from this style, with only hair and clothing details separating male characters. Females seem to have a bit more flexible design, usually with HUGE eyes and a lot shorter than the corresponding hero/date/lover. Also, for some reson all guys have big hands with long fingers. Strange.
The panel construction trophy, however, goes directly to Shojo. The setups are more dramatic, and the camera angles more varied. Diagonal panels are actually used. It is unusual to see an overcrowded panel as there is no extra 'EEEEEERRRRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!' speeches to clutter things up. The suspense is actually suspenseful, no 'But how?!?!?!?!' here.
In conclusion, we likey! I am really happy with my makeover and am reading some really interesting stuff.
That's all, folks!
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Gift Baskets
I am usually see myself as a prep. No spiked hair, no spikes in general, neutral color schemes. Most of my friends are preps like I am, but there is one exception. A girl named Chelsey.
She's the sweetest person I know, and also the only Goth. Square-cut bangs, red and black plaid, ripped homemade shirts, the whole thing. She came into school yesterday with these all-rubber, four-inch black platform shoes that went up to her knees. They had spikes.
But she's so sweet. She sent me an e-mail about custom gift baskets, you listed what your custom basket would look like.
My basket:
-recommended stores list- I need more rocker clothes
-recommended songs list- alternative and j-pop, oddly enough
-recommended restaurant list- I love most kinds of food
-neat names list- I'm running out of ideas for my characters
-seasons 1-2 of InuYasha
-season 2 of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends
-volume 19-25 of InuYasha
-volume 2-7 of Black Cat
-volume 2-8 of Buddha
-makeup kit (experimenting)
-CHOCOLATE
-ice cream
-$50 iTunes gift card- mine ran out a while ago
-2 all-day spa passes for me and Mom
-a steel pole about four feet long, my drawings of hands are getting steadily worse, I need a prop
-a book on shading
-another nib pen, I lost mine
-whatever else you can think of, I like gifts :3 *end*
She sent back: "oooo! I want to do this basket for you! When's your bithday! Oh and I didn't know you wanted to go rocker! I can give you a bunch of stuff! Oh and I'll give you some stores and music lists right now!"
She did send me stores and songs right away. And we're going shopping for more stuff tomorrow.
I went to Hot Topic yesterday and got half-gloves, two shirts, a hoodie, and a pair of pants. That's it. And all of a sudden I'm going shopping with the resident goth.
I'm REALLY excited! I guess I should be a bit worried, but Mom'll be there and stop me from doing anything stupid. I just need to get my half-gloves fixed, I pulled the wrong thread and now one has a large hole in it. Darn my thread fetish! Darn you!
She's the sweetest person I know, and also the only Goth. Square-cut bangs, red and black plaid, ripped homemade shirts, the whole thing. She came into school yesterday with these all-rubber, four-inch black platform shoes that went up to her knees. They had spikes.
But she's so sweet. She sent me an e-mail about custom gift baskets, you listed what your custom basket would look like.
My basket:
-recommended stores list- I need more rocker clothes
-recommended songs list- alternative and j-pop, oddly enough
-recommended restaurant list- I love most kinds of food
-neat names list- I'm running out of ideas for my characters
-seasons 1-2 of InuYasha
-season 2 of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends
-volume 19-25 of InuYasha
-volume 2-7 of Black Cat
-volume 2-8 of Buddha
-makeup kit (experimenting)
-CHOCOLATE
-ice cream
-$50 iTunes gift card- mine ran out a while ago
-2 all-day spa passes for me and Mom
-a steel pole about four feet long, my drawings of hands are getting steadily worse, I need a prop
-a book on shading
-another nib pen, I lost mine
-whatever else you can think of, I like gifts :3 *end*
She sent back: "oooo! I want to do this basket for you! When's your bithday! Oh and I didn't know you wanted to go rocker! I can give you a bunch of stuff! Oh and I'll give you some stores and music lists right now!"
She did send me stores and songs right away. And we're going shopping for more stuff tomorrow.
I went to Hot Topic yesterday and got half-gloves, two shirts, a hoodie, and a pair of pants. That's it. And all of a sudden I'm going shopping with the resident goth.
I'm REALLY excited! I guess I should be a bit worried, but Mom'll be there and stop me from doing anything stupid. I just need to get my half-gloves fixed, I pulled the wrong thread and now one has a large hole in it. Darn my thread fetish! Darn you!
Sunday, August 12, 2007
The Crystal Drummer
First of all, click on the damn thing, the previews of these things keep getting worse. ANYWAY....I just made a new Neopet, a Blue Bori. This is her design. If you haven't heard the song 'All Around the World' by ATC (A Touch of Class), listen to it. You know that bell-like sound that plays in the background throughout nearly the entire song? That's Damane's job.
Damane Konata is one of only a few people actively practicing the art of Crystal Drumming, the art hitting pure crystal stalagmites and stalactites in the correct magical pulse to get the 'correct pitch', or the note that formation is supposed to play. This is very difficult, there are thousands of notes and twice that number of pulses. There are certain steps-literally steps- that the Drummer can take to help find the pulse, a while ago they were made mandatory by the Magical Council in the Drumming business (part of the official standards, don't cha know). To help find these steps, every cave that has more than two mature crystal formations had the correct steps for that cave-they are all different- written on the cavern floor. When a Drummer enters the cave these steps light up in a bright color to show where she or he needs to step next.
If a Drummer plays a formation correctly, she or he can call up spirits, heal mortal wounds, raise the dead, or become cursed. Therefore choosing to play a cavern can have huge effects on the player. And once you start a session, you must finish it, or you are doomed to repeat it 200 times before you are allowed to leave. It is hard to determine what outcome a Drumming will have, most Drummers have been cursed repeatedly. A special channeling set (the rods in her hands) can help deflect the worst of these negative spells, since they are so expensive and difficult to make most sets are passed down through generations of Drummers. Wearing silver or pure iron sometimes helps, jewelery of these metals are often worn. Since a Drummer can be of any species, and most all formations now found are in the polar regions of Neopia, spells for warmth are also often seen.
Drummers are classified by where they usually work. The brighter the color, the closer to other people, and the more secretive the Drummer must be. Warm colors (Red, Orange, Yellow, Magenta, Brown, Royal Red) are for people in the northern hemisphere, cool colors (green, blue, purple, Royal Purple, Pine Green, Deep Sea Blue) are for southern hemispheres. Damane is Class-Magenta, she is near other people and in the northern polar circle. There is a huge labyrinth of crystal caverns on Terror Mountain, she works there exclusively. Her area is famous for having horrible curses but amazing rewards, many have prospered and perished there.
Damane realized she was a Drummer when she turned eight, she didn't know the name of it until she turned twelve. When she was sixteen she left for Terror Mountain to see if she could rise to become a Drummer, she was lucky enough to meet only good spells in the next year. At eighteen she was officially assigned the area, she has been dancing to the crystal's tune ever since then. She has a large session about once every ten days, other than that she is pretty much free to go where she pleases. Her favorite haunt is the Happy Valley Petpet Store, she volunteers on Thursdays.
Damane is very social and talkative, but completely confused when it comes to veiled anything. Subtle flirting and small threats go right over her head, making her a frustrating person to talk to sometimes. Other than that, she is a healthy (except for that one curse, she doesn't talk about it much) happy normal person.
Wow, long post. BTW: Time: 8 1/2-10 hours- Media: Three minute sketch on a post-it note, the rest of it done with Photoshop Elements and a Wacom Tablet- Layers- Nine, 1 less than usual- Size- Good Gods this is huge- 378kb.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Neopets!
Whoo hoo!! I love my Neopets fazes!!! I go on every day for about a year, then I stop for no particular reason. This seems to be my year.
I think this one is going to last longer though. I've just started RPing, which is the most fun thing in the universe. RP stands for Role Play. To completely understand it, you must understand Neopets' artist community.
Neopets' artist community goes largely unnoticed by the general public. This is the group of people who have collage degrees in art, yet instead of selling their pictures (which have been known to go for $200 dollars) they post them on their pets' free web-pages.
My idol, Mindsend, is one of the heads of a sub-group of the artist community. She is good friends with fatal_mantis2 and griffenrose, two other main artists. Unofficially, they are Mindsend, the Anthro Realist, Fatal Mantis, the Dragon Realist, and Rose, the Cartoon Anthro. If you do not know who these people are, click this link, go to the bottom of the page where it says 'Search', and type in mindsend, fatal_mantis2, or griffenrose. Then look at their pet pages. Go. Do this now.
Do you see what I mean? These people are phenomenal. There are other noteworthy groups of course, there are just different styles to choose from.
And there isn't just art, there's there story telling. Neopets provides you a basic world (go to Neopets, go to the top bar and click the 'Explore' button and select 'World Map' from the drop down menu) to choose where to place your character. Mindsend takes the world and tweaks it, making pocket dimensions that can be opened all over the surface. Fatal Mantis completely ignores the original world, not even really incorporating place into her stories, focusing on time more than anything. Rose follows the world to the dot, giving it new life and meaning.
And the favorite way to story tell in Neopia is through RP. One person starts with a few paragraphs, introducing their character and the setting that was chosen beforehand. Then the next person goes, calling in their pet to the story. The first person goes again, usually with noticing #2's pet and implying a topic of conversation. Then it goes on, back and forth, for however long you want it to go. Here's an example of one I started with a user named appyrodeo. I went first, look for double hyphens, they mark where appy started and ended. Marak is the Peophin savior of the boats, very highly regarded in Neopia. Jhundia is the Island Faerie on a Hawaiian-like island. :
--Neverwood flinched. He hit something, but no matter. He was swimming and didn't care. He wanted to go to his sanctuary.--
I think this one is going to last longer though. I've just started RPing, which is the most fun thing in the universe. RP stands for Role Play. To completely understand it, you must understand Neopets' artist community.
Neopets' artist community goes largely unnoticed by the general public. This is the group of people who have collage degrees in art, yet instead of selling their pictures (which have been known to go for $200 dollars) they post them on their pets' free web-pages.
My idol, Mindsend, is one of the heads of a sub-group of the artist community. She is good friends with fatal_mantis2 and griffenrose, two other main artists. Unofficially, they are Mindsend, the Anthro Realist, Fatal Mantis, the Dragon Realist, and Rose, the Cartoon Anthro. If you do not know who these people are, click this link, go to the bottom of the page where it says 'Search', and type in mindsend, fatal_mantis2, or griffenrose. Then look at their pet pages. Go. Do this now.
Do you see what I mean? These people are phenomenal. There are other noteworthy groups of course, there are just different styles to choose from.
And there isn't just art, there's there story telling. Neopets provides you a basic world (go to Neopets, go to the top bar and click the 'Explore' button and select 'World Map' from the drop down menu) to choose where to place your character. Mindsend takes the world and tweaks it, making pocket dimensions that can be opened all over the surface. Fatal Mantis completely ignores the original world, not even really incorporating place into her stories, focusing on time more than anything. Rose follows the world to the dot, giving it new life and meaning.
And the favorite way to story tell in Neopia is through RP. One person starts with a few paragraphs, introducing their character and the setting that was chosen beforehand. Then the next person goes, calling in their pet to the story. The first person goes again, usually with noticing #2's pet and implying a topic of conversation. Then it goes on, back and forth, for however long you want it to go. Here's an example of one I started with a user named appyrodeo. I went first, look for double hyphens, they mark where appy started and ended. Marak is the Peophin savior of the boats, very highly regarded in Neopia. Jhundia is the Island Faerie on a Hawaiian-like island. :
Genre sighed, just wanting to get away. This meeting was dull AND pointless. All The Grand Idiot Marak could ever do was preen, and since Jerdana was gone, the only sensible one that you didn't need to wait four months to see, Genre was stuck with the stuck up prig. She would MUCH rather be negotiating with Jhuidah about the fishing boats that were decimating the wild Peophin populations. What Genre really hated was that Marak insisted on hitting on her. Apparently her coloring was in style. White hair on deep blue skin with glowing patterns on her stomach, back, arms, legs, and tail. It was handy for attracting meals, but got garish on land.
"So I just decided, well then, this can't go on, and I pounded their tails to pieces before they could hurt the boats!" Marak exclaimed. Genre had had enough. Time to make a run for it. Calling up the only true power she had, she made a quick soul transfer with the Buzzer that had been hovering near Marak's right ear throughout the conversation.
Poor Marak. Giggled Genre twenty minutes later. After the switch, in the Buzzer's body, Marak had gotten the well deserved sting on the ear. While he was moaning in pain, Genre had switched back into her own body and ran as fast as she could to the ocean. She was there now, in the middle of nowhere, swimming to Maraqua.
Whack.
What did I hit? thought Genre.
(appy's post)--Neverwood looked aimlessly past his tribe's council. Although he had never wanted to be apart of it, he had somehow been chosen to take the place of a deceased member. He had often thought and spoke about leaving the village lands and exploring the seas, but every village member frowned upon his ideas. He was a popular peophin among the others, his coloring was much more intense than anyone elses. He mainly longed to leave because this was not his real village, in a way he was adopted.
"We need to rid our clan of him!" one member of the council spoke. Neverwood's ears fell to his head, he looked to the others. "You know I CAN hear everything you’re saying..."
The members looked at him, all sneering in a way. They continued on. "We've put our families in danger for too long. He must go!" One peophin spoke out above the others. "He has done nothing to bring our village to ruins. He is like every other peophin." This peophin was Neverwood's adopted father. Neverwood gave an awkward smile. Neverwood gave an awkward smile. "Why do you say I will do bad things?" he asked childishly. An old peophin, his age adding the look of craziness, eyed Neverwood. "Don't act like you don't know about the prophecy." Neverwood looked the peophin over. "No." he simply replied.
The old peophin shook his head in disgust. "It is said a peophin of YOUR nature is to lead a revolution against the seas." Neverwood shook his head in denial.
"No!" he said, tears filling his delicate eyes. He was growing upset at the fact that all peophins had turned against him. He slowly retreated from the council. He then turned quickly and swam from the group. The seas were dark, the moon barely shining through the waves. Neverwood swam, his eyes closed. He didn't care where he went.--
(now me again)
Ow. That hurt. What DID I hit?
Genre was completely confused. She had hit it so hard that she didn't remember seeing what had whacked her. She knew it was fast and that it was hard, but that was about it.
Swosh swish. Swosh swish. Whatever it was, it was leaving. Curiosity got the better of her. Hoping the Whatever It Was was friendlier than the Giant Slugawoo of Which No One Liked, she turned.
--Neverwood flinched. He hit something, but no matter. He was swimming and didn't care. He wanted to go to his sanctuary.--
End Rp. This is really addicting. I haven't finished any RPs yet, they can go on for literally years. That was my first ever RP.
By far, the best part about RPs is making the other person laugh, or just getting your pets in trouble. Here's an example of the first with a different RP (Same rules as above):
"Yeah. Try imagining reversing the spell to turn an enemy into stone. All spells are- in theory- customizable, and this one had a spot where you put your enemy's name. To fill in that little spot I put the spell-word for 'pencil', but I got it wrong and instead put 'writing utensil'. There was a period of about two weeks in Maraqua when the dumps were overflowing with stone pens and pencils. I couldn't stop it because I needed to use the same pen that I wrote the spell in to reverse it. I finally had to go to Kauvara to undo the curse on my pen so I could stop the 'Statue Epidemic' in Maraqua."
--Tire was rolling with laughter, "Oh man I could just see that happening. Sounds bad, but sounds funny. At least you got it sorted out."--
"Eventually. My neighbors didn't seem to think of it that way, I got some rather interesting phone calls in those two weeks. And once you've had a five year old wave his finger in your face you know something's up. His parents sent him over because I put a curse around my house that made anyone over the age of twelve who went into my property have the word 'Convicted Criminal' stamped to their forehead. Coupled with a rumor that the National Aquatic Holding Center had a new way for marking prisoners, it made for some exciting 911 calls."
--Tears of amusement ran freely down her face as she heard the stories that Genre told her.--
End RP. I still giggle to myself when I read what I wrote. Getting almost hurt is another good one. My pet, Genre, has already had some nasty encounters before in her life, why not add some close calls? Another completely different RP. A Maraquan Grarrl is basically a shark, Blandfish are basically sardines, and Puppyblues are basically a blue puppy that you can buy for your pet to play with. The Fertile Zone is something about the Neopets world that I made up, it's the part of the ocean where all the large schools of fish travel, therefore it's the most fertile. Onwards!:
" 'sokay." She saw that they were getting closer to the most active part of the Fertile Zone. "Wait a sec, I have to warn you. If you hear a distant-sounding whirring or sloshing noise and I don't seem worried, TELL ME! Whatever it is won't stay distant for long, and if it's not a boat it's probably a wild Maraquan Grarrl and that can be even worse. I've had close calls with both and I barely lived. That's me who was born here, can swim quick as anyone, and has no respiratory issues. Don't keep it too yourself; if you hear something, you tell me. Got that?"
--Kits sweat dropped - only a little bit. "Okay, I will..." He groaned when he heard grarrls. He didn't like predators under the sea, they always show no mercy, and very quick with their meal too. It was really hard to get past them without you being seen with ultra sense or being sniffed out. --
"Good." Genre tried not to show it, but she was tense. She had only been here two times, once when she was nine- she got her scar from a fishing boat and lost her parents- and when she was eight-teen- she was attacked by a Maraquan Grarrl. But even though she had bad luck, it was rare for either of those to happen, right?
Suddenly a school of Blandfish with the population the same of that of Neopia Central swam past. A school that big never got that scared unless-
"WE'VE GOTTA GO NOW!!!
--"Is that a Maraquan Grarrl?" He said as he pointed at the figure in the distance.--
"NO, IT'S A PUPPYBLUE, YOU MORON!!! I SAID MOVE!!" It wasn't one Grarrl, it was a pack, which meant a Feeding Frenzy!! Genre went over the best plan of action… don't swim down, it'll think you drowned and will kill you when you surprise it with a death rattle as it bites down- don't swim with the school it'll get confused and eat you instead- NEVER swim towards a Grarrl- the only way left was... "Hey, you can fly right?"
End RP. And yes, he could fly, they got out Ok. Some people use RPs to create romances between pets. Also, 'long lost siblings/children' are discovered. You need a the other person's permission to start these, the story has to be decided on beforehand. I'm not crazy about these, I don't think I'll be doing this any time soon.
My most exciting bit of news is... I've just started an RP with Mindsend!!!!!!!!! I am SO happy! Anyway.....
All of those are my reasons why I'll be staying on Neopets for a bit longer than expected :)
Friday, August 3, 2007
Can I Come Home Now?
I just came home from a sleepover at my friend Nikki's that would've been a hell of a lot more fun if I was able to get back into my own house.
We had stayed up until 2:30 talking about random stuff so we, naturally, slept in. I didn't get a good night's sleep because I slept on the chair and was all stiff in the morning. By 1 (in the afternoon) I was up though, and by 2:30 I wanted to come home.
Mom had left to go pick up Elf from camp AGAIN, which she has had to do for the past four days in a row. This left her on the highway facing an hour there, an hour talking there, and an hour drive back. The front door to the house was locked, but our garage has a side door that you can get to through the backyard. To get into the backyard you have to open a wooden door that's hidden in the fence surrounding the house. I knew I would be fine once I got in, but I needed Dad's permission to get dropped off since Mom wasn't available.
I knew Dad wouldn't like this, it's one of his quirks that if you ask a favor that could be held off he gets PO ed. I still really wanted to go home though, so I risked the lecture that was to come about inconveniencing hosts and called him. I got permission after a few "You know I'm not really happy about this" sentences. This made me indignant because that meant he was going to barge in on me right before bed and give me the long drawn out argument that he so dearly wanted to annoy me with.
I get let off and go to open the fence door but can't because the wood has swelled and is stuck. So now I must go back with Nikki for another hour in August weather until Mom gets home, approximately a hour and a half later. I am not pleased by this in the slightest.
Let us note that if either of my siblings were stuck a search and rescue mission would be activated to 'Protect the Younger' and to 'Avoid Aggravating Their Sensitive Mental Structure'. With me it's 'You're the Eldest, Deal'. I know this is not fair. No, life isn't fair Dad, that's your excuse for dragging me all sorts of places I don't want to go. So let's just clear the air: I DON'T CARE IF IT ISN'T FAIR, I KNOW YOU CAN PROVIDE IT SO DO SO. I KNOW THIS AND YOU DON'T WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE IT.
Midget (youngest) is too 'fragile' and 'delicate' to risk. Elf is too 'unstable' to out in any sort of harassing treatment. Midget breezes through everything because she's cute, and all the teachers love her for it. So she's a suck up, so what? It I pulled anything near the stunts she does I'd be grounded for a month! I do well in school because I'm intelligent and that's it, I don't need to be cute to go far.
Elf has been diagnosed with a mental health problem, good for him. This gets him the best of everything, teacher of his choice, curriculum modification, therapy, whatever. He only has his best friends around him at every given moment to make sure he doesn't behave like a newborn idiot. I was teased and taunted by a group of seven girls ALL LAST YEAR and I was the one who sat in the passenger seat when Mom broke down because Elf was being an idiot. This happened once a month all last year. I had a problem twice a day with the same group that all of the student knew of because they were such bitches and then I get home and Mom starts sobbing. That's not the time to tell her the reason your jacket has footprints on it, now is it?
Anyway, after getting lunch and spending twenty minutes in the hot sun putting up a tent which I will never see again, I called Mom's cell to see if she was home or still on the road. No reply. Then I called home to see if she was home. No reply. I was let off again to ring the doorbell to see if she was home. No reply.
Since there was no evidence of Mom being home, we started driving to her grandparent's house. If I had gotten there I would've had to stay another hour and a half until I could go home. It was now 5pm. I was near tears as we started driving. I just wanted to go home. It wasn't fair.
Mom then called and said she was home. Finally, something good! Praying she meant 'home' not 'really close to home' I asked again, "So you're home? I rang like twenty seconds ago." What a got was a yell of "Well SORRY I was in my room, couldn't come hear!"
Gee thanks Mom, that's really what I wanted to hear after being stuck somewhere I didn't want to be for three hours. That really makes my day.
FINALLY getting home, TWO HOURS AND FORTY-FIVE MINUTES AFTER I WANTED TO I started a summary of my experiences she started yelling at me again.
"You know what, I'm sorry! I know I don't sound like I'm sorry (got that right) but I am! I was on the phone when you first called (talking about Elf's ever-so-important meltdown I bet) and i called (goes on ranting for the next two minutes)"
I am now making a point to say to my parents, who will eventually read this I know, not to kill me because I wrote this. I wrote this so I wouldn't start screaming at you at dinner that I'm underappreciated. I wrote this so I wouldn't start crying at randomly like I almost did three times during my typing of this. Dad, I know you're going to lecture me, try not to make it so circular, OK? I get it the first time.
Now that I am in really hot water for writing what I think, I will sign off and wait for the confrontation to come. Oh, goody.
We had stayed up until 2:30 talking about random stuff so we, naturally, slept in. I didn't get a good night's sleep because I slept on the chair and was all stiff in the morning. By 1 (in the afternoon) I was up though, and by 2:30 I wanted to come home.
Mom had left to go pick up Elf from camp AGAIN, which she has had to do for the past four days in a row. This left her on the highway facing an hour there, an hour talking there, and an hour drive back. The front door to the house was locked, but our garage has a side door that you can get to through the backyard. To get into the backyard you have to open a wooden door that's hidden in the fence surrounding the house. I knew I would be fine once I got in, but I needed Dad's permission to get dropped off since Mom wasn't available.
I knew Dad wouldn't like this, it's one of his quirks that if you ask a favor that could be held off he gets PO ed. I still really wanted to go home though, so I risked the lecture that was to come about inconveniencing hosts and called him. I got permission after a few "You know I'm not really happy about this" sentences. This made me indignant because that meant he was going to barge in on me right before bed and give me the long drawn out argument that he so dearly wanted to annoy me with.
I get let off and go to open the fence door but can't because the wood has swelled and is stuck. So now I must go back with Nikki for another hour in August weather until Mom gets home, approximately a hour and a half later. I am not pleased by this in the slightest.
Let us note that if either of my siblings were stuck a search and rescue mission would be activated to 'Protect the Younger' and to 'Avoid Aggravating Their Sensitive Mental Structure'. With me it's 'You're the Eldest, Deal'. I know this is not fair. No, life isn't fair Dad, that's your excuse for dragging me all sorts of places I don't want to go. So let's just clear the air: I DON'T CARE IF IT ISN'T FAIR, I KNOW YOU CAN PROVIDE IT SO DO SO. I KNOW THIS AND YOU DON'T WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE IT.
Midget (youngest) is too 'fragile' and 'delicate' to risk. Elf is too 'unstable' to out in any sort of harassing treatment. Midget breezes through everything because she's cute, and all the teachers love her for it. So she's a suck up, so what? It I pulled anything near the stunts she does I'd be grounded for a month! I do well in school because I'm intelligent and that's it, I don't need to be cute to go far.
Elf has been diagnosed with a mental health problem, good for him. This gets him the best of everything, teacher of his choice, curriculum modification, therapy, whatever. He only has his best friends around him at every given moment to make sure he doesn't behave like a newborn idiot. I was teased and taunted by a group of seven girls ALL LAST YEAR and I was the one who sat in the passenger seat when Mom broke down because Elf was being an idiot. This happened once a month all last year. I had a problem twice a day with the same group that all of the student knew of because they were such bitches and then I get home and Mom starts sobbing. That's not the time to tell her the reason your jacket has footprints on it, now is it?
Anyway, after getting lunch and spending twenty minutes in the hot sun putting up a tent which I will never see again, I called Mom's cell to see if she was home or still on the road. No reply. Then I called home to see if she was home. No reply. I was let off again to ring the doorbell to see if she was home. No reply.
Since there was no evidence of Mom being home, we started driving to her grandparent's house. If I had gotten there I would've had to stay another hour and a half until I could go home. It was now 5pm. I was near tears as we started driving. I just wanted to go home. It wasn't fair.
Mom then called and said she was home. Finally, something good! Praying she meant 'home' not 'really close to home' I asked again, "So you're home? I rang like twenty seconds ago." What a got was a yell of "Well SORRY I was in my room, couldn't come hear!"
Gee thanks Mom, that's really what I wanted to hear after being stuck somewhere I didn't want to be for three hours. That really makes my day.
FINALLY getting home, TWO HOURS AND FORTY-FIVE MINUTES AFTER I WANTED TO I started a summary of my experiences she started yelling at me again.
"You know what, I'm sorry! I know I don't sound like I'm sorry (got that right) but I am! I was on the phone when you first called (talking about Elf's ever-so-important meltdown I bet) and i called (goes on ranting for the next two minutes)"
I am now making a point to say to my parents, who will eventually read this I know, not to kill me because I wrote this. I wrote this so I wouldn't start screaming at you at dinner that I'm underappreciated. I wrote this so I wouldn't start crying at randomly like I almost did three times during my typing of this. Dad, I know you're going to lecture me, try not to make it so circular, OK? I get it the first time.
Now that I am in really hot water for writing what I think, I will sign off and wait for the confrontation to come. Oh, goody.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Update!
I just updated Exploring the Caves. I worked mostly on the shirt and a bit on the face, I was unhappy with where the highlights were. 
OMG I'm Going to KILL the Dog(s)
I just had a little adventure involving our dog, Hobbes, and out neighbor's dog, Shadow. Here's the backstory: Shadow has been coming in and out of our backyard through the hole he dug under the fence to play with Hobbes. Fine by us, he was getting exercised. Whenever Shadow came, we closed the back door so they couldn't play in the house and destroy it. Shadow's parents, our neighbors, were usually OK with this, but sometimes slightly peeved that their dog wasn't listening to them and was escaping into our backyard.
Now for what went wrong today.
Mom and I had just gone on an errand and she had gone to go pick up Elf (my younger brother who has Autism and can be very violent) from camp early because he had attacked a counselor. Nothing new, but she still needed to go down. Dad is always working, and Midget (my youngest sibling, my baby sister) was also at camp. I was alone in the house with Hobbes.
I went upstairs to my room to listen to my iPod. Before I put it in, I heard a kthump thump kthump BAMMM!!! These sounds were accompanied by scratching and whining sounds. Hobbes, the only other creature that was supposed to be in the house, only made these sounds when he wanted to go outside to play with Shadow. The BAMMM!!! however, was from a large creature crashing head-on into my door. I peeked out of my room to see a very excited Shadow. This dog, mind you, is supposed to be outside with our dog so they DON'T DESTROY OUR HOUSE.
It turns out Mom had left the back door open when we left and had never closed it. Shadow had wriggled through the hole he had dug, ran to join Hobbes, and ran inside. Hobbes had followed. In the process Hobbes' new toy had been grabbed by Shadow. Shadow and Hobbes had run throughout the house fighting for it, finally ending up crashing into my door.
'Ok,' I thought, 'that was odd, but no worries. Shadow'll leave eventually, and I'll tell Mom how those crazy nutcases had come in.' I went back up to my room.
The placement of all the rooms in the house is rather odd, they're all on the second floor. My room is 24'/12' (big room) and makes up the entire front side of the house. I overlook the driveway, the front door, and our lawn. So when three strange people who I had never seen before came out of our neighbor's house and began to walk up the driveway, past the lawn and to our front door, they were clearly in my sight.
I went back downstairs to open the door and ask who they were. They were, in fact, our next door neighbors, who owned Shadow, and wanted their dog back. The group of three consisted of a mother and two boys, around 2nd or 3rd graders. I went back into the house to see if I could grab Shadow by myself with Hobbes darting around. I could not. I called to her for help getting her dog, forgetting momentarily that she had no control over Shadow and that was why I went to catch him in the first place. I think she thought that our family had any more control over him. We did not.
I tried to usher only Shadow or only Hobbes into the house so we could catch them. When I opened the door, they both hopped in. Now I was starting to worry. I got Hobbes by the collar, and, to my luck, it slipped off. Hobbes ran opposite the back door, namely, toward the front door, which the two 3rd grade boys had left open. Shadow then jumped up and grabbed Hobbes' collar that was hanging out of my hand and starting running after Hobbes. Shadow's mom had had no luck whatsoever catching her dog, and Shadow kept running to the front door.
"Close the door!!" we shouted. "Why?" the two boys shouted back. We rounded the corner to see the two large dogs running out of the door. The neighbor's group all immediately ran outside, and I did too, cursing the fact that I didn't have any shoes on. I got there in time to see the tow partners in crime galloping gleefully down the street.
Hobbes had run off before. He never usually got far because Mom was there to yell at him to come back. Mom was not home, she was on the highway. After realizing that there was no way I could do this without shoes on, I ran back inside and slipped on the first pair I could find, a pair that belonged to Mom and were way too big for me. I also picked up the phone and started dialing Mom's cell phone number as I ran back out the door.
By this time our neighbor across the street had noticed, mostly because he had been outside working on his car while this was going on. Now he was also gazing down the street at the two canines, who were happily peeing on the trees down the street that were about 20 yards away. There was no way I could run that far in the shoes I was wearing without alerting the dogs, so I stood on our driveway and listened to Mom's garbled instructions. The most I really got out of it was where Hobbes' leash was.
The trio of people who owned Shadow had gone back inside to find his treats, listening to out across the street neighbor's advice about luring them back. I was now basically alone on how to get a dog that weighed as much as I did (120 lbs) back into our house. I called Mom back and she said that he would 'walk away for awhile and then come when you called'.
Deciding that I had no chance at this without his leash I went back inside to get it, a read leather strap with a loop at one end and a clasp at the other. Mom had also said that I 'was going to have to make it into a collar by wrapping the leash around his neck and hooking the loop onto the clasp'. To do this, I first had to get close enough to Hobbes. That started with figuring out where the HELL he was. Running down the street in Mom's ill-fitting shoes, I found him sniffing someone's bushes.
Calling him over and praying that something went right, I managed to hook the leash and grab it so it was tight enough to pass as a collar. I half walked, half dragged him back over to our street and close to our house. I saw the Trio waiting for me there.
"Where's Shadow?!?" I yelled, still around 15 yards from home.
"Locked up inside out house, he's not getting out!" they hollered back.
I finally got Hobbes back inside our house and away from Shadow. That was around half an hour ago. I hope Hobbes's happy with that taste of freedom (more like a full meal in my mind), because he's not getting another for a LONGGGGG time if I have anything to say about it.
Now for what went wrong today.
Mom and I had just gone on an errand and she had gone to go pick up Elf (my younger brother who has Autism and can be very violent) from camp early because he had attacked a counselor. Nothing new, but she still needed to go down. Dad is always working, and Midget (my youngest sibling, my baby sister) was also at camp. I was alone in the house with Hobbes.
I went upstairs to my room to listen to my iPod. Before I put it in, I heard a kthump thump kthump BAMMM!!! These sounds were accompanied by scratching and whining sounds. Hobbes, the only other creature that was supposed to be in the house, only made these sounds when he wanted to go outside to play with Shadow. The BAMMM!!! however, was from a large creature crashing head-on into my door. I peeked out of my room to see a very excited Shadow. This dog, mind you, is supposed to be outside with our dog so they DON'T DESTROY OUR HOUSE.
It turns out Mom had left the back door open when we left and had never closed it. Shadow had wriggled through the hole he had dug, ran to join Hobbes, and ran inside. Hobbes had followed. In the process Hobbes' new toy had been grabbed by Shadow. Shadow and Hobbes had run throughout the house fighting for it, finally ending up crashing into my door.
'Ok,' I thought, 'that was odd, but no worries. Shadow'll leave eventually, and I'll tell Mom how those crazy nutcases had come in.' I went back up to my room.
The placement of all the rooms in the house is rather odd, they're all on the second floor. My room is 24'/12' (big room) and makes up the entire front side of the house. I overlook the driveway, the front door, and our lawn. So when three strange people who I had never seen before came out of our neighbor's house and began to walk up the driveway, past the lawn and to our front door, they were clearly in my sight.
I went back downstairs to open the door and ask who they were. They were, in fact, our next door neighbors, who owned Shadow, and wanted their dog back. The group of three consisted of a mother and two boys, around 2nd or 3rd graders. I went back into the house to see if I could grab Shadow by myself with Hobbes darting around. I could not. I called to her for help getting her dog, forgetting momentarily that she had no control over Shadow and that was why I went to catch him in the first place. I think she thought that our family had any more control over him. We did not.
I tried to usher only Shadow or only Hobbes into the house so we could catch them. When I opened the door, they both hopped in. Now I was starting to worry. I got Hobbes by the collar, and, to my luck, it slipped off. Hobbes ran opposite the back door, namely, toward the front door, which the two 3rd grade boys had left open. Shadow then jumped up and grabbed Hobbes' collar that was hanging out of my hand and starting running after Hobbes. Shadow's mom had had no luck whatsoever catching her dog, and Shadow kept running to the front door.
"Close the door!!" we shouted. "Why?" the two boys shouted back. We rounded the corner to see the two large dogs running out of the door. The neighbor's group all immediately ran outside, and I did too, cursing the fact that I didn't have any shoes on. I got there in time to see the tow partners in crime galloping gleefully down the street.
Hobbes had run off before. He never usually got far because Mom was there to yell at him to come back. Mom was not home, she was on the highway. After realizing that there was no way I could do this without shoes on, I ran back inside and slipped on the first pair I could find, a pair that belonged to Mom and were way too big for me. I also picked up the phone and started dialing Mom's cell phone number as I ran back out the door.
By this time our neighbor across the street had noticed, mostly because he had been outside working on his car while this was going on. Now he was also gazing down the street at the two canines, who were happily peeing on the trees down the street that were about 20 yards away. There was no way I could run that far in the shoes I was wearing without alerting the dogs, so I stood on our driveway and listened to Mom's garbled instructions. The most I really got out of it was where Hobbes' leash was.
The trio of people who owned Shadow had gone back inside to find his treats, listening to out across the street neighbor's advice about luring them back. I was now basically alone on how to get a dog that weighed as much as I did (120 lbs) back into our house. I called Mom back and she said that he would 'walk away for awhile and then come when you called'.
Deciding that I had no chance at this without his leash I went back inside to get it, a read leather strap with a loop at one end and a clasp at the other. Mom had also said that I 'was going to have to make it into a collar by wrapping the leash around his neck and hooking the loop onto the clasp'. To do this, I first had to get close enough to Hobbes. That started with figuring out where the HELL he was. Running down the street in Mom's ill-fitting shoes, I found him sniffing someone's bushes.
Calling him over and praying that something went right, I managed to hook the leash and grab it so it was tight enough to pass as a collar. I half walked, half dragged him back over to our street and close to our house. I saw the Trio waiting for me there.
"Where's Shadow?!?" I yelled, still around 15 yards from home.
"Locked up inside out house, he's not getting out!" they hollered back.
I finally got Hobbes back inside our house and away from Shadow. That was around half an hour ago. I hope Hobbes's happy with that taste of freedom (more like a full meal in my mind), because he's not getting another for a LONGGGGG time if I have anything to say about it.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
The Negotiatior's Day Off/ Exploring the Maraquan Caves
Ack, I haven't posted in SOOOOOOO long. I've finished another picture of Genre and haven't even bragged yet! Le gasp! Genre, by the way, is my Peophin on Neopets. Her 'real' name is Genre_de_Mechinae. You can see all of her other quirks and stuff on her Pet Page. Go read it. Now. I command you to do my bidding, insolent mortal!!!
This is Exploring the Maraquan Caves, of Genre doing just that. I need to think of a better name for that one, oh yes I do... Even happier with how this came out. It's to be viewed on a black BG, which is why I put the blockers on the edges. EtMC (what I'm calling this one) is the main piccy on her page currently, so you can see it best there. Something's going wrong with the coding right now, but I should get that fixed pretty quick. Those odd markings are actually my current watermark. It's ugly, but it'll have to do. I luuuuuuuurve how this one looks. I got some texture on there and though the background is still boring as hell, at least it's broken up. I would've stuck more texture on, but she has smooth clothes (as in synthetic, not natural) and no fur. The only thing I ended up spicing up was the bands on her ankles.A note on the bands: they are the same ones from TNDO (piccy #1). Genre needs to bind her webbed feet to walk on land, if she doesn't they get torn and scratched. Since she's not rich and why waste 'em, she slips them up when she's in the water. Also, having an extra set of fins is handy for steering since her hands can't do much in that sense.
Time: Around 10-15 hours?
Media: It's my fist all computer piccy!! Go me, wh00t!
Program: Photoshop Elements and Wacom tablet(God that thing is handy) Layers:10 again
Size: It's even bigger, the Godzilla of pictures, 210 kb.
I'm finally getting a therapist! Yayyyyy!!!!
If you haven't figured it out yet, I came home! I'm back!! AND I discovered a new Manga (spell check didn't like that word, it thought it was 'mango' XD ) at my cousin's house, Black Cat. I got four of them back in NYC, 1,7-9. I would've gotten 1-3,8+9, but I didn't remember if I had read 7 yet and they didn't have 2. Odd. Anyway, this is a ridiculously long post, so I will go now. COMMENT PLEASE! I am alone...... so alone...
Saturday, July 28, 2007
New Piccy... Again
Wow, that took a while. Another eight to ten hours. Goody. I'm actually very pleased with this one, it's my Electric Peophin Genre de Mechinae. I'm really happy with how it turned out except for the fact that it has no texture. I want some different feels for the different materials. BTW, right after I posted that last rant about Elf -aka Saul- (Elf is much more fun to type than Saul :D) I burst into tears and had to have my Aunt Steph calm me down. Crying. For two hours. Not my idea of fun.
We're going out to get jeans now (we couldn't find anything that fit in NYC's Macys, the biggest department store in the US at least. Lots of hope for this adventure), gotta go. Just thought I'd update while I was on. :)
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Saul
Mom has posted much on my little brother Saul, who was student-teacher bullied in school.
I am going to swear here, those of faint heart do not read this post.
Read my mom's posts about Saul to understand my anger better, they're under 'Kidlets'. Link to the blog's at the bottom of page.
For those who haven't her posts read yet, you will not understand.
To arms then.
The bitch who hurt my brother is to die by burning in Neo's Paradise at 11:00 pm tonight. In the real world nothing will be done about it, though they will try, because they tried with the student-student bullying and that didn't work either. She will be held possibly in contempt but very likely not because Mom will not be able to talk the the idiots and reason with them and start crying in the car and I will say she'll get through it while silently agreeing.
Seriously, I'm not feeling too happy now. Those of faint hearts STOP, and since the faint-hearted usually are the ones who flame excellent works of art because they have no other line of defense.
That bitch is giving my little brother nightmares. She is to die. The best I can hope for in the real world is Her to be Fired, but then she will get the retirement benefits.
She will die.
I am going to swear here, those of faint heart do not read this post.
Read my mom's posts about Saul to understand my anger better, they're under 'Kidlets'. Link to the blog's at the bottom of page.
For those who haven't her posts read yet, you will not understand.
To arms then.
The bitch who hurt my brother is to die by burning in Neo's Paradise at 11:00 pm tonight. In the real world nothing will be done about it, though they will try, because they tried with the student-student bullying and that didn't work either. She will be held possibly in contempt but very likely not because Mom will not be able to talk the the idiots and reason with them and start crying in the car and I will say she'll get through it while silently agreeing.
Seriously, I'm not feeling too happy now. Those of faint hearts STOP, and since the faint-hearted usually are the ones who flame excellent works of art because they have no other line of defense.
That bitch is giving my little brother nightmares. She is to die. The best I can hope for in the real world is Her to be Fired, but then she will get the retirement benefits.
She will die.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Sick Croaker
From the beginning:
I got four frogs from a baby sitter (long story) and named them after various Egyptian mythological figures. Horus (the fourth frog) died around 6 months later. I cried for a day, got Nikki to cheer me up, and got over it.
Today I check in on the frogs to see that Osiris (frog #2) was sitting under a leaf. You know when light passes through something and hits a white object it turns the color of what the light passed through? Well, Osiris was green.
All of my frogs, when healthy, are various shades of brown.
Let us also say that when Horus died, he was a sickly pale white-green for about three days.
I flat out panicked. when I moved the leaf to see if Osiris was dead, he moved so little I couldn't tell. Then he jumped and I was able to catch him. He acted as active as usual, accept that he was white. His beautiful splotches and stripes had faded to almost nothing and his eyeshadow was a light brown when it's supposed to be black.
I called Mom to tell her to get food (since by my estimate we hadn't fed them in around two weeks when there supposed to be fed every 3-5 days) for him, but the connection screwed up.
You know that panic you get when you go for help and you have to wait, even if it's only for a little while? Ok, that's what I got.
I met Mom in the garage when she came home with pizza. I told her what happened and almost immediately went right back out to get crickets.
That's where she is now, and I'm sitting here waiting.
Thanks Mom.
I got four frogs from a baby sitter (long story) and named them after various Egyptian mythological figures. Horus (the fourth frog) died around 6 months later. I cried for a day, got Nikki to cheer me up, and got over it.
Today I check in on the frogs to see that Osiris (frog #2) was sitting under a leaf. You know when light passes through something and hits a white object it turns the color of what the light passed through? Well, Osiris was green.
All of my frogs, when healthy, are various shades of brown.
Let us also say that when Horus died, he was a sickly pale white-green for about three days.
I flat out panicked. when I moved the leaf to see if Osiris was dead, he moved so little I couldn't tell. Then he jumped and I was able to catch him. He acted as active as usual, accept that he was white. His beautiful splotches and stripes had faded to almost nothing and his eyeshadow was a light brown when it's supposed to be black.
I called Mom to tell her to get food (since by my estimate we hadn't fed them in around two weeks when there supposed to be fed every 3-5 days) for him, but the connection screwed up.
You know that panic you get when you go for help and you have to wait, even if it's only for a little while? Ok, that's what I got.
I met Mom in the garage when she came home with pizza. I told her what happened and almost immediately went right back out to get crickets.
That's where she is now, and I'm sitting here waiting.
Thanks Mom.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Updated Piccy
I've been fiddling with the sketchy one, but it's still not done; I think it looks blotchy now. ;__; . I suppose that's better though. :)
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Scanner Issues
The scanner's having one of it's 'bad days'. 'Bad days' are the days it stops working for no particular reason. This makes working on a picture in Photoshop very difficult.
In other news, on Friday we got brush-pens, India Ink, and a nib pen!!!! *jumps up and down shouting hesterically* FINALLY!!! Somthing other than a dry gel pen!!! Wh0000000t!!!!
And I'm hungery.
Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhh................
Ok then......
In other news, on Friday we got brush-pens, India Ink, and a nib pen!!!! *jumps up and down shouting hesterically* FINALLY!!! Somthing other than a dry gel pen!!! Wh0000000t!!!!
And I'm hungery.
Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhh................
Ok then......
Friday, June 22, 2007
Yep, another one. I got the concept at like three in the morning and had to run into the bathroom to sketch. It took me about two hours to do. It was really fun, It was like when you layer down colored crayon beneath a layer of black and start scratching, only I 'scratched' the black first. :)
Art camp is more fun now that we actually are taking pictures and we have live models. Is it possible to have a fear of models? Because if they look at me for too long without smiling I get nervous. .__.
Also I found a friend in a group, so now I'm kinda part of the group by default. Huh.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Art Camp
Mom signed me up for a great camp at California Collage of Art (CCA) these next two weeks, two hour course in Computer Art followed by a two hour course in Drawing From Life-Costumed Models.
Right now in Comp. Art we're doing a still photo movie (like a slideshow that tells a story). Erm, OK, that's not what I was signed up for. My teacher, Katina, doesn't even know how to use a tablet for Photoshop, the two things I signed up to learn about.
Errrrmmmmmm.......
Drawing From Life looks like more fun, but the teacher rambles a bit and doesn't explain his assignments well. I want to practice my sketching, but he's having us do contour drawing, which is (basically) drawing the line right the first time. Teaching this doesn't make any sense to me, because with any picture you start with a sketch and then go over your lines. You don't need to practice immedeate perfection because that's not what you're shooting for.
The kids there are nice, but I feel threatened that they might be better than I am at the style that I do, because that's my comfort zone, the one Field I know I'll always be better in. Those people on Deviant Art, all the people I say 'Wow, that's AMAZING!!!! I could NEVER be that good' deserve it, and (at least I think so from experience) want and need to hear that from another (i think) decent-good artist. And if I ever meet them, we'll chat about art and talk about Photoshop shortcuts, horror stories of computer crashes ruining all our hard work, and techniques.
But these soon-to-be-high schoolers, these kids who are taking these courses because they've done everything else, they don't critique. Oh, no they don't. They are not allowed to comment on my field. Commenting on my slideshow, I could care less!! I don't worry about that, it's not My Field, just like Cubism isn't My Field. But you flame my work, what I care about, the only thing I wasn't teased about by Kia and her gang only because it didn't have any flaws that they could find, You Will Die. I don't like that feeling, that small, nervous, violence, the blabbing about nothing, the interrupting, and the distraction that goes with it. I loath that feeling!
And I really don't want to tell Mom about all this because she'll be disappointed and then I'll feel guilty and say that "I really didn't mean all that, I was just kinda tired" and she'll say OK and I'll spend two hours of the night wincing about how I posted all this. Sigh.
Right now in Comp. Art we're doing a still photo movie (like a slideshow that tells a story). Erm, OK, that's not what I was signed up for. My teacher, Katina, doesn't even know how to use a tablet for Photoshop, the two things I signed up to learn about.
Errrrmmmmmm.......
Drawing From Life looks like more fun, but the teacher rambles a bit and doesn't explain his assignments well. I want to practice my sketching, but he's having us do contour drawing, which is (basically) drawing the line right the first time. Teaching this doesn't make any sense to me, because with any picture you start with a sketch and then go over your lines. You don't need to practice immedeate perfection because that's not what you're shooting for.
The kids there are nice, but I feel threatened that they might be better than I am at the style that I do, because that's my comfort zone, the one Field I know I'll always be better in. Those people on Deviant Art, all the people I say 'Wow, that's AMAZING!!!! I could NEVER be that good' deserve it, and (at least I think so from experience) want and need to hear that from another (i think) decent-good artist. And if I ever meet them, we'll chat about art and talk about Photoshop shortcuts, horror stories of computer crashes ruining all our hard work, and techniques.
But these soon-to-be-high schoolers, these kids who are taking these courses because they've done everything else, they don't critique. Oh, no they don't. They are not allowed to comment on my field. Commenting on my slideshow, I could care less!! I don't worry about that, it's not My Field, just like Cubism isn't My Field. But you flame my work, what I care about, the only thing I wasn't teased about by Kia and her gang only because it didn't have any flaws that they could find, You Will Die. I don't like that feeling, that small, nervous, violence, the blabbing about nothing, the interrupting, and the distraction that goes with it. I loath that feeling!
And I really don't want to tell Mom about all this because she'll be disappointed and then I'll feel guilty and say that "I really didn't mean all that, I was just kinda tired" and she'll say OK and I'll spend two hours of the night wincing about how I posted all this. Sigh.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)