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Christmas List 2009

2009-11-24T12:09:00.001-08:00

I want to see if I can get this done in under an hour. Go go go!

Hayao Miazaki's Spirited Away soundtrack

badminton rackets and birdies

more long sleeved shirts

a new antique ring

Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy books 2-5 (by Douglas Adams)

The Wordy Shipmates (by Sara Vowell)

a laptop (hey, a girl can dream)

calligraphy nibs (the flat kind)

bleach pens for drawing on jeans+black paper

Black Cat manga books 13-however many there are (by Kentaro Yabuki)

Star Trek: 2009 movie

Star Trek: 2009 book (I have the audiobook, but I NEED it in paperback!)

iTunes giftcards

Board Meeting Comment

2008-12-11T16:15:00.000-08:00

Mom and I were driving back from math class when we took a detour to the District Office. Mom'd been following the development of the school's safety plan, and she wanted to see if the meeting discussing it was tonight or in January. The secretary, a friend of Mom's, gave her the agenda. On it were two items: One discussing a maintenance report, the one after it was an announcement of positions that would be cut from the school's budget. Both Mom and the secretary were annoyed because the Director of Maintenance was a man who wasn't liked very much by the board. The board had taken to, every time he came up with a report, nitpicking the document for up to an hour and a half. The next item on the agenda was the announcement that the man's position was cut from the school's budget. I thought this was awful, and asked Mom what she was going to do about it. She said that she didn't really want to die on this particular hill, and that she was going to talk to him in private. I thought she should go down and comment on it, she thought not. But she did say that anyone, even a minor, can comment. So I wrote this in case she didn't buck up and say something.

Hello, I'm Neo Archeo, I live on 1617 Nighting Gale Court with my parents, whose phone number is 607-924-6674. I am thirteen years old. I'm here to comment on the treatment of the Director of Maintenance, Mr. Jonestan. I heard today that because of your personal opinions of Mr. Jonestan, you are going to nitpick his work for an hour and a half, and then do away with his position. How dare you? I think it's great that you want to look at your agenda items in detail, good for you. If you think that cutting staff will help with a budget deficet, then fine, full steam ahead. But to use the public meetings to so obviously to thumb your nose at a person, that's just embarrassing. I'm currently in a charter school because the Public Middle School is not meeting my needs. How about, instead of wasting your breath on a stupid little prank that just enhances your obviously flawed personalities, you work on the bullying problems Mytown has, and the dropout rates that our high schoolers have. The school board was built to meet the needs of the children, MY needs, not to be a place to exibit juvenile behavior. You help the kids, not act like them. Stop taunting, start working.

I know I'm thirteen. I get it. I don't know everything. There may be a secret message that all board members get that tells you that the meetings designed for the good of minors are really for testing out your favorite coffeeshop blather. But I haven't gotten that memo. From what I, an under eighteen year old, citizen of the city of Mytown, can see, you're taking up time in a meeting made to help with MY PROBLEMS with your stupid little distractions. You're not doing anything for the children by being rude to Mr. Jonestan, don't you dare say that you are. Instead of helping my little brother and sister, instead of helping my friends, you're combing through a maintenance report, desperately trying to make a man THAT YOU HIRED look like the bad guy. I can't believe that grown adults would be so selfish as to do this. It's humiliating. I hope you're proud. If you are, congradulations. You're the only ones.

Chrismas List NUMBAH TWOOOOO!!!!

2008-10-10T16:38:00.001-07:00

It's heerrrreeeeeeeeee.........

Hee hee. I know I haven't posted in a while, and losts of stuff has happened. I also realize that I'm two months early in posting this, but Dad said he's started shopping already. I'll let Mom talk about that annoying logical stuff like the month, and what's happened, heaven knows I don't want to. Instead, here's some good ol' whining.

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 For Dummies
A wonderful series, I'd love to read.

-Sketchbooks
I filled my last two, I need some more big ones.

Books

This is Your Brain on Music
By Daniel J. Levitin -- Sounds cool, reviewed another excellent book,
Kluge.

Musicophilia: Tales of Music and the Brain, Revised and Expanded Edition
By Oliver Sacks -- Cause he's just cool like that :)

Made to Stick: Why Some Ideas Survive and Others Die
By Chip and Dan Heath -- Also reviewed Kluge, sounds like a good book.

The Happiness Hypothosis
By Jonathan Haidt -- Kluge review, looks good.

The Paradox of Choice
By Barry Schwartz -- ._. Basically the same as above? Similar to above? No Kludge
in this one.

Predictably Irrational
By Dan Ariely -- Who wouldn't buy a book with this title?

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 26-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 3-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 5
The most recent book in a series that Chelsey loaned me, I own 1, 2, and 3.

-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 and 13-AMAP
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!

2008-06-20T22:20:00.000-07:00

It's too hot to think of a title.

102 today. Since it was so hot, I had no appetite, but it since t was hot and I wanted to see if eating would d help, I wound up ingesting the following:

Six popsicles

Two ramen (in the morning, when it was cooler)

Two small cantaloupes

Two pieces of bread

A bite of cheese.

2008-06-14T21:16:00.001-07:00

I swear to god, if Dad yells at me again I'm going to kill him.

I got my report card today. He didn't want me to see it before I did. I told him that since it was my work and my grade, I should see it first. Apparently this was a capital crime, as he shouted, "I swear, if you open that mouth to me you're not seeing it at all! Now you just back off!"

I wound up getting all A's, with an A- in math.

Somehow I'm not as enthusiastic as I thought I would be.

The Tree Vortex

2008-06-12T14:09:00.000-07:00

There was a story on a chat board I was reading that caught my eye. Apparently, across the poster's street, a tree had fallen and torn up a chunk of sidewalk. A company was hired to dispose of the tree, but for some reason left the stump, as though it would just work itself back into place like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. It didn't.

A few days later Ms.Poster found a pair of boots next to the stump. Her theory was that the boots had fallen from the tree and the neighborhood stray had kicked them into veiw.

A different theory was quickly suggested by another member of the chat: a previously undiscovered vortex hiding under the tree has sucked up an unsuspecting passerby so fast that his/her boots were left behind in this dimension.

I had to draw it.

More info on DevArt.

In other news, SUMMER'S HERE! Well, it has been here. For about six days. I'm pretty sure I'll be very socially active, since I have given my phone number to a group of people who take great delight in gatherings of five to ten friends. These seem to happen approximately twice a week, instead of twice a month like I'm used to, but hey, it's better than fighting hormones that insist that Dad is an enemy to be verbally bashed every five seconds.

Yep. That's about it.

Yet Another One

2008-05-27T17:26:00.000-07:00

I like her design, And her yellow came out great! And that's coming from someone who hates yellow. Typically bad BG. More on DevArt.

Erm...

2008-05-26T16:06:00.000-07:00

No title for this one, too lazy.

New DevArt ID, if you want the info, go there. Love the eyes and glasses on this one.

Another Elf explosion today. Mom, Elf, Midget, and I went over to a distant cousin's house for a Memorial Day BBQ, Elf exploded after two hours, Mom had to hold him down, I had to call Dad, the usual.

And they wonder why I'd rather stay in my room...

Elf

2008-05-25T20:30:00.000-07:00

Elf and I lending books to one another.

Elf and I grappling for a hold on each other's faces.

Elf and I helping putting dishes away.

Elf and I listening to Mom call the police for help.

Elf and I recommending music to one another.

Elf and I crying, one from fighting Mom for an hour straight, one from listening to her mother in pain and not being able to do anything.

Elf and I cheering on the winning Superbowl team.

Elf and I trying to ignore Mom telling the police that yes, this is an ongoing problem.

Elf and I going to therapy for what he is doing to himself and others.

Elf and I playing Gamecube.

Elf being restrained by Dad for his own safety, I hearing.

Elf causing Mom to cry in the car, I caring.

Elf attacking his best friend, I crying.

Elf making Midget cry in pain, I fuming.

Elf saying he loves me, I breaking.

Elf saying he hates me, I defending.

Elf apologizing for hitting me, I nodding.

Elf asking me what happened to break our friendship, I writing.

Another Pic

2008-05-19T19:56:00.000-07:00

See? Told ya.

OMG, this one took FOREVER! I changed her color scheme four or five times. What a headache. I like how the glows came out, even though they're not perfect.

More info on DeviantArt.

51

2008-05-15T07:42:00.000-07:00

I just realized that this is my 51st post. Go me!

CA is having its first heat wave of the summer. It's supposed to get to 104 today. Yesterday it hit 97 while I was doing laps for PE. Not fun. And this unit is Speedball (a game that Mom thinks sounds suspiciously like Rugby) and I have 7th period PE. *sobb*

I've started a new pic collection of fursonas. A fursona is an anthro character. I've been trying to find my main one (who's going to be used like a spokesperson of sorts), and I'm doing five pictures of different anthros to do it. I'm going to need your help voting, I'll put up the poll when I'm done, porobably sometime in June.

Here's #1:
I like her design in general, though (as pointed out by Mom) hre thighs are too long *shakefist*. Her colors definitely need a redo though, they don't flow properly. The background is awful, and it will need to go, even if I love the texture.

Number 2 should be up in a few days.

Update

2008-05-04T17:57:00.000-07:00

I've made another pic (two in two days, a new record!), this one for a DeviantArt ID:
All of its info is on DeviantArt, I'm too lazy to repost it. And yes, that is me, though my hair is a LOT brighter than the color shown, we've finished re-dying it and it's almost fluorescent.

I've started on "The Garden of Roiled Chaos", and I've just realized how hard this is going to be. I've spent a good 45 minutes just getting all of the plant reference photos I need. That is, with the photo time, 1 hr 40 mins on the sketch, and I'm not even done yet! Definably one of my biggest efforts for one pic.

Heres I Ams!

2008-05-03T11:57:00.000-07:00

Hello again! Sorry for the long wait, I know the *ahem* two people who read this blog are sitting on the edges of their seats. Unfortunately for them, this is just a h00ge update post.

My DeviantArt account has been switched to here. I have done a new pic of a character of mine, Miss Mercy.
I'm pretty happy with her, if I make myself ignore the hideous background.

We're rebleaching my hair today to ensure maximum color for the dying tomorrow. Pics should come.

We have redone our front yard. Five trees (three citrus of varying kinds and two Japanese maples) and pumpkin, small flower, and sunflower sprouts. These are part of a combined effort to A) hide the awfulness of the non-existent lawn and B) to sell pumpkins to irritate the neighbors. Artist's representation of the full grown "Garden of Roiled Chaos" to come.

Emma

2008-04-08T18:18:00.000-07:00

I overheard Mom talking on the phone about the racism in the treatment of disabled children. Basically, if the kid's drooling and can't walk, sure! We'd love him/her! Look Normal Children, look how nice we're being to This Poor Weird Person! If, however, the child looks, but does not act, normal, than s/he must be just playing with us. How dare they say no to us!

Emma is an Autistic child in my art class. There, now I'm doing it. Child. I would say 'kid' or 'girl' to anyone else, wouldn't I? I don't know. But Emma is definitely Autistic. Can't hold a marker- God forbid she use pencils, sharp little devils, aren't they?- correctly, can only repeat what was just spoken to her. And Ms. Penine loves Emma. She'll talk to Emma as much as she can. "Wow, Emma, look at that! What a great dog you just drew!" "Dog!" Emma says. "Wow, Emma, look at that! What a great stamper you are!" "Are!" Emma says.

When she's taking role call, Ms. Penine will read, "... and Nevada and Stephanie and John. Oh! And Emma too, I guess, but there's no bubble there for her. Maybe she'll come in later."

When Emma does eventually appear, Ms. Penine is all smiles. "Why hello Emma! How are you today?" "You!" Emma says.

Ms. Penine will talk for half the period to Emma's aid, collecting all the information she can. "So, can Emma talk?" she asks. "No, not really," says the aid, "she more repeats whatever you said to her."

Before Ms. Penine plays music, she will gesture to Emma's aid. "Is Emma ready? I know she's kind of close to the speakers..." "Yes, almost." The aid bends down to whisper something in Emma's ear. "There, she's good." The music plays.

There is another child, a boy, in my PE class. His name is Matt. "Come on Matt," Mr. Rame calls, "sit up." Matt was lying down during directions, don't you know.

When Matt is arguing with his horrendous aid -who is actually a yard duty, but apparently is the only adult that can be spared in all of Benica- that he really wants to stay on the field, his aid refuses to bend, resulting in a tantrum, something very normal for me to see. This time, however, forty kids who are not accustomed to this behavior are watching. Whispers abound as Matt squeals to be allowed to run about on the grass. He sits down and starts to cry near the path up a small hill to the locker room

"Ok," Mr. Rame says, "great job today, time to head up and get dressed. Um, and go around Matt, we seem to be having an issue right now."

We are presenting our group projects to the class today. "Ok, and will Mathew, Stephen, AJ, and Henry's group go up please... And now Marshal, Katie, Rachel, and Alex... And, Matt's turn! Come on up here Matt!" When Matt is finished parroting what his aid tells him to say, he recieves thunderous applause. "Good job, Matt," Mr. Rame says.

It makes me very sad inside.

New St00f

2008-03-25T20:37:00.000-07:00

Whee! Fun day!

This week is Spring *coughEASTERcough* vacation, meaning many trips to the Mall. The latest two -today and yesterday= has gotten me my summer 'look' and lots of makeover essentials, including (drumroll) a complete hair-dying kit!

So, yesterday Mom and I went to the Mall and raided Hot Topic's supply of medium sized skirts and leggings. Since we didn't have quite enough money to buy the last skirt, we put it on hold and came back today to collect it.

The only difference was that this time we had Midget with us, meaning that we had to get stuff for her too. This resulted in much circling of the mall to find all of the stores to get all of the individual items that we requested. SCORE!!! Clothes and dying kit at Hot Topic, makeover/makeup at Dion, earrings at Clairs, food at... umm.... food stores?

Anyway, it was fun! Poor girly Midget, she was stuck in all-rock Hot Topic, being the subject of much mental teasing. Sadistic humor! The only annoying part is I had to wash off the foundation that the Dion lady put on me - it looked lovely, but it was waterproof.

For all of the people who have never used cold cream - DON'T!!! It has the same texture as the top layer of old yogurt. It's gloopy and smelly and BLECH! Not fun.

And when I called Nikki to tell her all of this, it turns out that the mysterious beeping I was hearing was actually my dad trying to call Mom to tell her to pick my brother and him (look at that wonderful grammar. Aren't you proud of my grammar?) up from the Seven Eleven. Apparently I made him wait a full half hour. Oops. .___.

Guys, Listen To This One

2008-03-16T11:25:00.000-07:00

A guy came up to me this Friday and whispered, "Hey, Brandon likes you!" He then walked off.

My question is, what do I do with this information? Being told that a random guy likes you is about as helpful as a store clerk who, when asked what his recommended candy brand is, rattles off the contents of the last bag of M&Ms he ate. You can tell that his answer's in there somewhere, but this really doesn't help you make a decision, it only tells you that that particular clerk is an idiot, or at least not good at his job. Come to think of it, I like SweetTarts more anyway.

Whatever. Oh, and I've revamped the blog. Felt it needed a change.

eats face

2008-02-29T17:22:00.000-08:00

Today after school Mom went shopping with Elf and Midget, nothing new. Mom came home with seven or eight bags of groceries, complaining about my siblings awful behavior. I helped Mom carry in the bags and set about unpacking them.

Elf and Midget, at this point, were playing with Silly Putty. As Mom and I unpacked eight bags of groceries. Seeing this, I demanded that they help us, and in reward (because this wouldn't be like, common courtesy or anything) they could get some ice cream. They reluctantly started to help.

Midget put away a jar of pickles and a box of cookies before she went back to playing with her Silly Putty and telling us when and where to put away the remaining five bags of food and toys, the latter being bought for the two small ones.

I (righteously!) told her to suck it up, stop moping about her apparently awful treatment, and do the same work that everyone else was doing. Mom also said that she wouldn't get any ice cream if she didn't help. Midget, pouting, then commenced to put away three cans of clam chowder. We then ate ice cream.

Am I the ONLY ONE who thinks that my little sister is a spoiled brat?

Ugh

2008-02-20T15:45:00.000-08:00

A while ago, Elf had a tantrum at school. Nothing really different about this one, only that it was Dad who went to go calm him down. Elf, characteristically, decides that Dad is EVIL and BAD and MEAN and tells Dad that he hates him, as he got a bloody nose when they were fighting. (Elf decided to leave the house, Dad didn't want him to. Dad restricts Elf, and Elf gets a bloody nose. It wasn't because they were fighting, it was just a normal thing that happened during a fight.)

A teacher overheard and thought that Dad regularly hit Elf, and called the County to report possible child abuse.

So today I got pulled out of class to talk to a social worker.

"What are the disciplinary methods at home?"

"Are either of your parents doing drugs of any kind?"

Ugh. Not fun. Especially since they both just decided that it would be perfectly fine to start smoking again, nothing bad could possibly happen. Oi. I'll talk about that later.

So, anyway, it turns out that Ms. Social Worker also talked to Midget and Elf separately beforehand, and she said she would call Mom and Dad next, but Mom says that she hasn't gotten anything.

Sigh.

Mah Life and Mah Rant: Band St00f

2008-02-19T21:45:00.000-08:00

I've been having numerous problems with a particular group of friends about a band that they want to set up. It's been going on for about five months now. Here are our main characters:

Me: Cynical person who wants nothing to do with anything. She only puts up with this sh*t because Twyt WAS a decent person and a friend. Is Best Friend with Nikki.

Nikki: Fellow cynical person who wants nothing to do with anything. She puts up with it because Twyt and I were friends.

Twyt (pronounced 'twit'): The strange girl who decided that it would be a Good Idea and a Cool Thing to start a band in the first place. She has serious issues with admitting she's wrong, not good at something, and cannot change topics or be tactful if her life depended on it. All other Charries are friends of her (or, started out to be). Not the brightest bulb on the tree.

Apple: Hyper, artistic weirdo who is an excellent friend of Twyt's and at least knows every Charrie, if not has all of their phone numbers, the ultimate deciding factor in whether or not you are a 'Best Friend' or just a 'friend'. Is just as little tact as Twyt, and is goofy and hyper to the X-Treme. One sandwich short of a picnic.

Nevada: Bitch. Stuffy, whiny, piggy, a general brat. Convinced that she is good at everything. Incredibly self defensive when told she is wrong, or has to do something for the Greater Good.

Nightmare: Twyt's Best Friend. Is physical, loud, annoying, hyper, and stupid.

Lemur: Relatively new charrie, one that I've just met. As of now is considered funny, sane, artistic, quirky, and of abovet average intelligence. Starting to be very good friends with.

We got those all down? Refer back to this list for reference, this can get confusing.

It started about a month into school, in September. I had been carpooling Twyt to her house for a year now, so we were pretty good friends. Nikki had really started talking to her a while ago, so they new each other quite well.Twyt sat with us at out lunch table and ate with us, very clique-y.

Our table was three down from the B-Wing door, at the far end of the lunch room away from the lunch lines that sold bad hamburgers, nasty sandwiches, cookies, brownies, and pizza. Nikki and I had been sitting here since the second day of Sixth Grade (aka 'The Dark Ages'), so this was Our Table. I sat on the very end with my back to the door, Nikki sat across from me. These were seen as Our Seats. Anyone who took Our Seats were treated with heavy glares until they moved. This is what is was like at all of the tables. You sit here, I sit there. Newcomers are not tolerated. (Twyt, when she came, usually sat next to Nikki, diagonal from me.) The excuse "I got here first," does not apply.

Twyt told Nikki and me about her band idea. We nodded, but said no, thank you, we don't really want to join.

Couple days later, Apple and Nightmare show up. Huh. That's weird. Turns out Twyt had invited them to come sit with us so they could discuss Band St00f.

Twyt: "Ok. I'm the lead singer. Now. Who's playing guitar?"

Apple: "I am I am!"

Twyt: "Can you play guitar?"

*watch me fall off my chair*

Apple: "I'm going to be taking classes this summer!"

This goes on for a while. Arguments about the band's name, genre, colors, music videos (That's right. Music videos.), and member roles fly as Nikki and I try our hardest to ignore it all. All of this when there are no practices and no one can sing OR play.

Ugh. Whatever. I sometimes inject a snarky comment, but see no harm in it. After all, how bad could it be?

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Then, Nevada came.

*plays Jaws music*

She stole My Seat, MY SEAT!!!!!, and claimed it as her own. I had been sitting there for over a year! She picked fights with the other "members." She called Nightmare a bitch. She begged for money. She demanded that songs, genre, colors, and member roles be switched to suit her needs.

In response, Twyt decides to be an idiot. She writes up a contract for Nevada to sign. By signing it, Nevada says that she will never whine, call others names, miss a practice, argue, or inject input of any kind.

Nevada is the only person who has to agree to these terms.

Ok, that's enough. As much as I hate her, as bitchy as she is, that's not fair or legal in any shape or form. Nikki agrees.

So we tell Twyt, Apple, and Nightmare this. How your signature isn't viable until you're eighteen. How unfair and mean it is to ask Nevada to sign this. How much of a hate letter this is.

And what does Nevada do?

She starts repeating everything we say. "Yeah!" she sneered, "This is sooo mean! I can't believe you would do this to me! Ugh!"

The bitch was going to SIGN IT until we told her not to do it! She made us sound like we were on her side, but really, I personally was just against Twyt and the rest of the Trio of Terror. Nikki and I got up to leave, but Nevada came with us, still agreeing with everything we said, forcing the Trio to follow us outside to continue to try (and fail) to defend themselves.

Twyt stayed annoyed with me for days afterward. Nevada took to thanking us repeatedly for "defending her rights". The Band St00f became more and more heated, and the girls started yelling their opinions across the table. They tried to goad Nikki and me into arguing their points, of which no one had any.

Lunch was no longer anything to look forward to, so Nikki and I did the unthinkable:

We moved... to the Games Tables.

The Games Tables are across the MP room, opposite the B-Wing doors, directly in front of the Lunch Line door. The School collected games like Trouble, Connect 4, Pictionary, and Guess Who, and set them out on a large desk-like fold-out table. To sit there, you must be playing a game from the table.

These tables are not chic. These tables are not stylish. These are the last-resort tables, an entirely different clique. They are as separate as the different grades.

They are so separate, they don't have the same unwritten laws.

These tables are so strange, they don't know the Lunch Room Code of Conduct.

These tables are so odd, anyone can sit there, whether or not that seat is someone else's or not. If your seat is taken, you merely sit at a different Game Table.

It was the perfect plan.

No Twyt, Nightmare, Apple, or Nevada. No no one.

So Nikki and I moved.

We played Pictionary according to our rules. And it was fun. So we came back.

Meanwhile, more and more people were being added to the band. Since Nikki and I had invoked a rule saying that if we were not at The Table (as our past Seats were called), no Band St00f was to be discussed around us.

Ever.

So we were blissfully unaware of the growing storm across the MP room.

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Eventually, Twyt came over to the Games Tables to ask us to come back. She said that she had evicted everyone from the Table. When we refused anyway, she sat down and joined in playing Guess Who. (gasp!) No band talk, just games.

Two weeks later, Apple joined us. Band St00f was hinted at, but never openly discussed. From the hints we gleaned that Nightmare was becoming more and more irritating, and the a girl named Lemur was being unfair.

Then Nightmare herself came. She only stayed long enough to angrily inquire as to what Twyt and Apple were doing, leaving the band and ignoring her.

Whaaat?

Turns out, Twyt and Apple had gotten annoyed at Lemur, saying that she was being unfair and separated, creating a new band of--- TWO PEOPLE!!! One can't sing, and one can't play! This is even more ridiculous than usual!!

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I first met Lemur before all of this at the local church, where most of the kids who didn't walk home were picked up by their parents, as the church had for some reason let the school use their parking lot.

Mom was late, and it is a habit of mine, when I am bored, to chat with random people. Since Twyt drove home in Mom's car, she often chatted up random people with me.

So the victim this time was Lemur. We had a relatively short conversation, but long enough for me to notice that she was a) not an idiot, b) funny, and c) quirky. Twyt had apparently known her for a while, and they seemed pretty good friends. Since Nikki's mom wasn't usually late, she wasn't there when she talked.

The one vital piece of information that I didn't get from our conversation was that Lemur was in the Band!!!

So I go on for about a week and a half, cheerfully ignorant of all the chaos.

Then Lemur comes to me again at the church (before Twyt came) and started ranting about how awful Twyt was. How DARE she insult her friends like that!

Incidentally, Twyt had told me at lunch that she didn't know why Lemur wasn't speaking to her or Apple.

Apparently, Twyt had said something and accidentally insulted one of Lemur's friends without realizing it. So now Lemur was angry at Twyt, Twyt was confused, and I was to be the go-between.

ARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!

(Insert drama)

Eventually, everything was sorted out. Lemur and Twyt are still annoyed at each other, but the band idea has been postponed until High School, when the ENTIRE THING will be done over again. Ah well. That gives me a year and a half to cement my new friendship with Lemur, spend some more time with Nikki, break off all ties with Twyt, Apple, Nightmare, and Nevada, and get good grades.

*sobb* I'm doomed...

Hisspit

2008-02-07T20:10:00.000-08:00

The parents had decided that since our family is "having some issues" (is totally and completely fucked up to the point of no return) that we needed a family therapist to help us.

Ermmm, what? Which incident caused this decision? We had House Meetings after I was attacked by Elf for the fifth time, and I got to steal Mom's laptop after I complained about it to Dad enough.

So why did we suddenly need a family therapist? Nothing'd changed, and no one is more or less crazy than we were six months ago. I really couldn't see how this would help at all, it seemed like a waste of money.

Whatever. See if I care. I couldn't say I like the fact that this woman (henceforth known as 'Ms. HippiGurl) wants to be our therapist because we're Christian/Jewish family with a Middle Eastern background, (I can hear it now. "You're not Muslim? How can it be?!" Muslim isn't a fucking race you morons!) but hey, she can't be THAT annoying, right?

HA! Yeah right! Ooh, this bitch is annoying. She has an airy, whispy voice can seemingly only speak in buzzwords. She sounds like a bad second grade substitute teacher. "Ok class, now we're going to READ this VERY INTERESTING BOOK about CALIFORNIA INDIANS!!"

Except now it's, "Let's TALK about the GOOD things about YOUR FAMILY and the things that ARE PROBLEMATIC." Yes. Problematic. Who the fuck says 'problematic' in everyday speak? Especially when you're talking to a mother, a teenager, a fourth grader with mental illness, and a first grader?

The kicker is that while she's "going to TALK to you ALL EQUALLY" she's also going to be interviewing the parents separately every other week and HA HA! all we talk about is Elf. (Because she can see that he "is affecting our energies in a very extreme way.")

Elf decided pretty early on (smart person that he is) that this was bullshit, and that he was leaving. Mom went up to his room to see if he would come down. The rest of the meeting was spent asking if he was going to come back so that Ms. ValleyGurl can interview him. And when she deems me worthy of speaking to, she isn't looking at me, she's staring up our stairs at his door.

When I told Ms. HippiGurl straight up that I gave the equality thing two weeks until we abandoned the pretense altogether, she hesitated for a moment, then said "Well, I, um, don't really see it that way, I see it as [insert reason here]." Then why, Madame Idiot, are you not looking at me when you say this, you are looking AT MY BROTHER'S DOOR? When I asked her this, she gave another typically weak response.

I then gave her a look. I am proud of that look. It was a good, strong, I See Right Through You And I'm Telling look. That was probably my best look yet. It was a historically amazing look.

In a weak defense, she said as she was leaving (and as Mom was coming down the stairs) that she wanted to let me know that "profane words would not be tolerated". Remember those buzzwords? She wanted me to know that if it "got out of hand" she would "have to remind me to stop".

Ms. HippiGurl, if you are reading this I would like you to know that we are now officially at war. You are not worthy of my respect or time and you will know it. I will stop at nothing to get you out of my house and out of my life. You are not to ask me any more questions about me or my experiences until you give me good reason to believe that you are not here just to interview Those Weird Muslim People Who Have That Crazy Son. You prove to me you are not here just because you can be here. You prove yourself worthy of my respect and cooperation, and I will help you.

Until then, I shall do everything in my power to destroy you. You will try and you will fail to bring me around, and I will taunt you while it happens. I will kick you when you're down.

Genji

2008-01-09T18:18:00.000-08:00

I, being a history nerd*, asked for and received The Tale of Genji for Christmas. I knew that it was 1: old and 2: Japanese, so I was verra pleased.

Oh.

My.

God.

Genji is a dick.

I need to write a full review, but in 50 pages (not 50 pages in, btw, this is on page 120 by now) he's kidnapped an eight year old girl, gotten his wife (!!!) pregnant (and wildly ill), and then started ANOTHER affair with the sister of his father's mistress (who happens to be due to marry his brother).

Cough cough gag cough ek eke ek eke ek ek ek ek ek *ahem*YOUFUCKTARD!!!*ahem* pant pant pant.

Yeah.

This one gets a review.

*I only realized how bad this was at lunch when I went to report my findings to fellow seventh grader and she started laughing the moment I explained that I had gotten a book on history for Christmas. I am that sad.

Hanukkah RULES!!!!!

2007-12-15T09:08:00.000-08:00

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rain

2007-12-04T07:28:00.000-08:00

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!

Agitated

2007-11-30T20:36:00.000-08:00

Definition:
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.

My Alarm Clock Got a D-

2007-11-29T18:10:00.000-08:00

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.

Christmas List

2007-11-27T17:30:00.001-08:00

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.

So Weird.

2007-11-26T06:26:00.000-08:00

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.

Oh My.

2007-11-20T15:14:00.000-08:00

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.

New Pic

2007-11-10T18:08:00.000-08:00

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!!!

2007-11-10T12:31:00.000-08:00


	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

Here we go again...

2007-11-07T18:32:00.000-08:00

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.

Happeh Dance!

2007-10-29T17:21:00.000-07:00

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*

Artistic Hopes

2007-10-15T19:27:00.000-07:00

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.

Oriental Genre

2007-10-14T11:44:00.000-07:00

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

Comment Thread

2007-10-11T17:25:00.000-07:00

Mom's having some problems with a substitute teacher and I commented on the next post, an update. Soooooo.... Yeah. Happy commenting!

Excuse Me?

2007-10-08T16:26:00.000-07:00

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.

Because These Are FUNNY!

2007-09-22T22:23:00.001-07:00

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!

2007-09-22T22:18:00.000-07:00

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HAHAHA! We all needed that, admit it.

I Really Should Be in Bed But...

2007-09-16T21:44:00.000-07:00

Clickeh!

My Daemon was Cleon, again. My last one had a different name though, an odd one...

Cleon's ok though. He's cute :)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

2007-09-14T21:17:00.000-07:00

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!

Gift Baskets

2007-09-08T10:30:00.000-07:00

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!

The Crystal Drummer

2007-08-12T21:41:00.001-07:00

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.

Neopets!

2007-08-09T13:45:00.000-07:00

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. :

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 :)

Can I Come Home Now?

2007-08-03T17:51:00.000-07:00

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.

Update!

2007-08-01T21:46:00.000-07:00

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)

2007-08-01T15:04:00.000-07:00

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.

The Negotiatior's Day Off/ Exploring the Maraquan Caves

2007-07-31T11:41:00.000-07:00

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...

New Piccy... Again

2007-07-28T12:28:00.001-07:00

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. :)

Saul

2007-07-03T19:31:00.000-07:00

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.

Sick Croaker

2007-06-26T18:58:00.000-07:00

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.

Updated Piccy

2007-06-25T23:16:00.000-07:00

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. :)

Scanner Issues

2007-06-24T18:20:00.000-07:00

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......

2007-06-22T08:04:00.000-07:00

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.

Art Camp

2007-06-18T18:48:00.000-07:00

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.

AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

2007-06-16T08:49:00.000-07:00

GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

Stupid insolent sons 'a BITCHES!!!!

This crew of workers across the street have thier radio blasting the Backstreet Boys full blast!! My room is on the SECOND FLOOR with ALL WINDOWS CLOSED and I can hear them!!!!!!!!!!!

You are supposed to sleep (or pretend to) until 11:00 am, not 8:45 when IDIOTS dicide to put on a radio!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Photoshop's DA BOMB!!!!

2007-06-15T15:41:00.000-07:00

I got Photoshop Elements and a tablet (a penpad that connects to the computer) about a month ago, but only now can I show the picture I've been working on. That's it up there, if you haven't already figured it out. No I did not trace or copy ANYTHING!!!! I don't know why people always think that. Why am I not allowed to just be a talented 12 year old? Is that so hard? That's my pose, my coloring, my backgrounds, my outlining, my 6-8 hours of work.

School ended (thank god), and now I have the rather daunting task of breaching the subject of home schooling (again, already discussed and on haitus in fall of past 9 1/2 monthes of hell called 6th grade). I know Mom can teach me more than the Ms. Dodini's of Middle School. (Not that Ms. Dodini hated me of course. I was one of the class favorites, and therefore the enemy of every sixth grader on campus as she kept on giving them summer school as she gave me 'A+'s on everything whether I did it or not.

Being asked by complete strangers if I liked Ms. Dodini, usually by kids originally from a different school (as all five 5th grade populations from the five different elementary schools attended the same Middle *cough*HELL*cough* School) or by 7th or 8th graders that had siblings in 6th grade and came to bug me about the fact that not only was I bored in English-Dodini, but I was bored and I was getting A's in English-Dodini.

I really don't like being bullied by people of the opposite gender, wearing faux leather with faux silver spikes and a neon green mohawk, I really don't. I don't like being teased because I don't need or even WANT to about the latest slang. I want to learn about the Chinese Han Dynasty, damn it, and that's IT.

I still like the picture though. :)

Hellllloooooo!!!!!!!!

2007-05-30T19:19:00.001-07:00

Hello from the dark depths of Middle School, the hormones of Teen-ish-ness (as I call it), and the overall strangeness of life!!!!!

Ok, fine, 12 isn't quite teen, but it's close. Just ask Suisan, a.k.a Mom.

I really don't have much else to say right now, I'm going to be fiddling with this.

Comment please it always takes upwards of two months to get anyone to post.

Rather pathetically ending:

Neo

Neomeneomine

Christmas List 2009

Board Meeting Comment

Chrismas List NUMBAH TWOOOOO!!!!

The Tree Vortex

Yet Another One

Erm...

Elf

Another Pic

51

Update

Heres I Ams!

Emma

New St00f

Guys, Listen To This One

*eats face*

Ugh

Mah Life and Mah Rant: Band St00f

Hisspit

Genji

Hanukkah RULES!!!!!

Rain

Agitated

My Alarm Clock Got a D-

Christmas List

So Weird.

Oh My.

New Pic

MUAHAHAHAHA!!!

Here we go again...

Happeh Dance!

Artistic Hopes

Oriental Genre

Comment Thread

Excuse Me?

Because These Are FUNNY!

Because These Are FUNNY!

I Really Should Be in Bed But...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

Gift Baskets

The Crystal Drummer

Neopets!

Can I Come Home Now?

Update!

OMG I'm Going to KILL the Dog(s)

The Negotiatior's Day Off/ Exploring the Maraquan Caves

New Piccy... Again

Saul

Sick Croaker

Updated Piccy

Scanner Issues

Art Camp

AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Photoshop's DA BOMB!!!!

Hellllloooooo!!!!!!!!

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