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'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!


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(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...

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!

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

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

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

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

Excuse Me?

Excuse me? What exactly gave you the right to yell at me? What miracle have you preformed that makes you that much better than me?

If you haven't already noticed, I haven't had the best day, starting with lunch.

In my school, you can either eat lunch in the cafeteria or outside on these wooden tables. There are about six of them, and they're pretty ordinary. But some people get possesive about which table is 'theirs'. It's a bit more clear cut in the cafeteria, my group, as small as it is, has their side, another sub-group takes the other. But the wooden tables aren't used much because our school is right near the Carquinez Straights, so there's usually a decent breeze.

The entire thing actually started last week, when my friends Nikki (fellow 7th grader) and I sat down at a wooden table after we finished eating. We had been sitting for about fifteen minutes when a huge group (twelve or so) of black girls came along.

According to them, we were sitting at 'their table' and we had to move.

Excuse me? Madam bitch? We were FUCKING HERE FIRST and that you have NO RIGHT to behave like we are enroaching on your 'property'.

Unfortunatly I cannot say that to them because they are all eighth graders e.g. taller, stronger, faster, and coarser (langauge, manners) than I am. You do not mess with eighth graders.

So instead we politely say, "I'm sorry, I don't want to do that right now."

In response we get a stream of cuss words and threatening behavior. Much of the time is spent saying that we should get up because we are 7th graders and that they are 8th.

Eventually, Nikki gets bored- yes, bored. Nikki is awesome like this -and tells one of the many girls sitting on the table (which isn't allowed, btw) that we'll leave if she says please. So she does, and we do.

Today, we had finished eating. The school library was closed and we had finished our homework, so we started talking about out SSR books.

Then Madam Bitch and her Bitchetts wander over. Again, we are sitting on 'thier table'. Again, we refuse to move. Also, we aren't talking enough to Kim, a shy African American girl who sits at our table. This time, since my friend Karolyn, an 8th grader, is with us, they use a different resoning: we should move/talk because we're white.

Oh. My. FUCKING. God.

We have spent MONTHS covering the Civil War. MONTHS. Slavery STOPPED. DONE (in North America).

So what exactly gives you the right to say that you're better than we are because you're black? Hmm? Give me a reason.

And about Kim: she DOES NOT WANT to talk. I've known her for two years and she's alway been quiet. We try to include her in conversations, but if she doesn't want to speak we don't force her.

This time when we do not immediately bow to their whim, they start cussing at us.

"Move the HELL off of our FUCKING table bitches!"

"Oh, Carolyn, why are you friends with 7th graders? Too much of a loser to find any good friends?"

And, my personal favorite:

"Come on four-eyes, move your butt."

When someone calls someone wearing glasses 'four-eyes', it really is pathetic. I mean, there isn't a more overdone insult in the world. It's not even insulting any more.

The one that really pissed me off was-

"Let me put it the white way: Please get up?"

What.

Who the hell do you think you are? You waltz over here to demand that we do something we don't want to do, then say that being polite isn't in style?

Or that having lighter skin is something to be ashamed of?

This is the Civil Rights movement all over again. People think that the past can govern the future and that it's all right to tell someone that they aren't worthy of respect.

People think that others aren't allowed to do something because of their ethnicity. That if you have skin that isn't dark enough than you have to change your clothing, friends, and speech to make up for it.

That is what the entire Getto movement is, you know. Feeling the need to change from peer pressure.

What's worse is, after the counseler chased- chased, because they wouldn't leave -the gang away, Kim tried to apologize.

I think Nikki put it best:

"Don't apologize for stupid people. Because if you're smart enough to see how idiotic they are, than you can just laugh at them like the rest of the world."



Please note that I only call African-Americans 'black' when I do not like them, this is not normal behavior for me.