Another Pic

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

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

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!

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

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

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

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.