I spell nerve without the 'e'. Now I only need to dream in subtitles to be REALLY wierd.

This just in, this just in- there is a brittish doccumentarry which, apparently, proclaims Adelaide to be the murder capital of the world! What's wrong with this? In little old Adelaide, we're about the size of a large contry town. Your average foreign person would laugh at the thought of it being the capital of the state. We have a tenth of the murder rate of London and a thirtieth of the murder rate of Washington DC, apparently. And yet we have been named the Murder Capital. Even in Australia, some people call Adelaide 'The City of Fear', as a jest. Hell, I do.
So why is this so ammusing? Because we know it's not true. We don't have more murders then anyone else, we just have the speccie ones when we do. Like the Snowtown Murders, for example (For those unaware, that's when a series of bodies were discovered in barrels in an old bank vault. Real CSI stuff). Some people are actually quite upset by the fact that we've been branded a place to get killed, worried it will effect tourism. It might, but more likely it'll just stop people from moving here. Which a lot of people don't do anyway, because we also have a reputation for being boring.

So lets recap. My city is now famous for- Being near a good wine region, being full of churches, being full of pigs, having many murdres and being boring. Someone should combine them all- "Woman drunk on chardonne murders pig in chapel. Claims boredom as reason".

Yes, I AM rather ammused by this state of affairs. That's because I'm not likely to ever leave this city ((You'll never get outof Adelaide alive!)). But hey, who knows? It's rather one of those places for people to 'come from', although usually after they came from somewhere else. I was born here, and I have a sneaking suspicion I'll die here. Mind you, I may do something in between that.
Perhaps I'll be murdered.

"When there's no one left to leave you, even you don't quite believe you that's when nothing can decieve you."
~That song.
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What, I'm writing in this again? Hmm, muist be desktop publishing.

Tomorow is my speach. 'What I believe'. I want to go first, because If I don't I'll loose my nerv while listening to everyone else. I will now refrain from mentioning it and anything else I believe in.

Life can be a little odd in places, have you noticed? I'm begining to wonder if I'm contageous or driving people from school- while I remain here all day doing wok, my friends flit through occasionally to find out what they've missed and practice their music. I don't have the time to see them outside of school, so it's a little isolating. On the plus side, isolation is great for getting work done- there are heaps of things I have to do, and I need the time to do them all. On the other hand, isolation is bad for ideas, as without interaction I often find mysef becoming devoid of ideas. I'd take them down as I have them, but they don't seem as good on paper in shorthand format. Then I end up drawing other people's ideas too, which makes me wonder if I'm just a sucker for pain. Not that I have as much time as I like- But that is to be expected. There is never enough time to do all the things you want- the lump of meet you use as transportation through the world is quite the high-maintainance vessel.

My parents are planing a party for my birthdfay. It's starting to become quite expensive- perhaps I'll try to pay for some of it myself. It doesn't really seem fair, especially concidering the whole thing is unnecesarry. Here, when you turn 18, you're old enough to drink, vote, purchace weaponry, and you've been legal to drive for 2 years.

Bell.

"Yoyo, we be we be turning the flats, you know whattum sayin?"
~Me, today, being a dick-head.
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I shoulda seen that coming...
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It' the end of a long monday. I don't like mondays. Monday is the root of all evil. And I'm so freekin stuffed and exhausted...

Some poeple may have noticed I bitch a lot. Like, a hell of a lot. Well, now I'm going to botch at my subcontious and my freekin heart. I'm prone to some sort of anxiety attack. My heart starts beating stronger, although not really faster, and my shoulders begin to ache. If I stand, my whole chest aches and I feel exhausted, like I've just run the 1500 meters. I need lo lean against something and sit down quetly. Then I'm tired for the rest of the day. Yes, it sucks ass. But what's worse is that it's not an actual real problem! It's something my brain contrived- some sick, twisted idea it had and decided to inflict upon the rest of my body. It doesn't actually exist. So why the hell does my body feel it necesarry to over-react to somehing tha doesn't affect it? Am I a closet masochist?

Enough bitching about my so-called 'thing', there are more important things in the world. I had a book I'm working from temporary comondeered because it contained a picture of a genital piercing involving a man and a bone. It was shown to the guys, just to see if they'd cringe. Wonderful, no?

I have been thinking of doing a large furre picture. Possibly of one of my characters, if I can pick one. Alright, Melanthe... But I can pretend to think about it. I may even do a Washi puppy or a Were-washi or a Jabari or something. Just something large. I have these huge sheets of white paper under my bed doing nothing. It may even be worthy of an exchange of money, you never know.

Enough.

"A dream itself is but a shadow"
~Hamlet, Hamlet. The last thing I read of it today.
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If I ever sease to be surprised by the world, I reserve the right to dress up as a dog and get the vet to put me down.

I think a lot about things. Especially at night, when I'm trying desperately to get to sleep before midnight so I get to have more then 7 hours sleep. Usually these trains of thought are severed before they can keep my mind running in rings for hours on end.
Sometimes they're not.
Recently, I've been thingking about my original character Angel (By original, I mean 'first of any signifigance'). Especially what makes her tick, and how a chick like Angel ends up with a guy like Jared. Don't get me wrong- They deserve each other.
Even before I started animalising her personality, Angels been very attracted to powerful people- Leaders, people in charge, the kind of people who command respect. I know for a fact that, when she was younger, she cad a crush on the BBL (No, you're not ment to know who that is. Equate with a 'king of thieves' crossed with a 'respectable man in charge' figure.) But, due to her inate tendancy to revert to a 'little sister' steriotype, that never went anywhere. Then she gets together with an evil bastard who is fully capable of telling people what to do and being obeyed. Who already has someone he thinks of as a little sister, thereby sparing Angel the position.
Why is this even worthy of mention? Because I'm the exact opposite. I'm extremly intimidated by most guys, and a lot of girls too. The kind of people I like are non-threatening, usually a bit underdoggish, dorks and/or goofs and, for reasons I'm not equiped to fathom, have black or near black hair. The last part is the bit that really stumps me- I can search for justifications for everything else.
So how did Angel end up so different? Except for the dark hair bit... Am I acting out on some general desire? Or am I just a dork? The latter seems more likely. When Angel was created, I was proud of how little she was like me, because I saw myself as being pretty pathetic. Now we're not so different, and I'm still pathetic. What a cruel twist.

On another subject, I managed to thouroughly ammuse myself with a speil I did about Books. I shuold havce written it down. A girl, once extremly popular, suddenly has all her friends turn away. So she turns to books. But then she becomes addicted to books, and can't function in normal society. Eventually she realises this addiction, and acts out by going on a library-burning spree. It's a horror story for the 'avid reader'. sadly, the story ends with the girl becoming addicted to the internet. A condition I fully understand, as I'm thoroughly addicted. I can't stand the idea of being off the net! And I certianly don't want to break this addiction ::shudder::

No no, it's not an 'addiction' it's a 'habbit'. Yeah, that's it...

I learnt something interesting yesterday, which relates somewhat to my last post. You may notice I blab on about Cupido. It inspired me to look around for stuff about her, and I discovered something I'd never known before. Cupido and Sho, the two people mentioned, actually ended up having a kid. Which just goes to show you can learn something new every day. I was surprised, but that's one of the interesting things about the series. And about fighting games in general.
Alot of them have some sort of storyline driving them. It gives the games a purpose, so it's not just mindless headbashing. Which is it's essence, but it's bad marketing. I'm often extremly interested in these stories- if they're played out well they can lead to some very interesting ideas. Hell, even the classic 'Mortal Combat' had a driving story line. And they haven't let it get in the way of sequal after sequal... Actually, to be honnest, I'm rather fond of the '3D fighter' genre. Even some of the old 2D titles. Don't ask me why, they just tickle my Like nerve.

Haven't I harped on enough for one night? Tomorrow, A billet from a Japanese high school will be staying with us for 10 days. It's amasing how having people from another country over can not only make you more Australian, but makes people take a greater interest in the culture of the place. Mum want's to take us to a Japanese resteraunt, which will be so cool. It's one thing to eat sushi from a box in front of KFC, another to be in the atmosphere.
To bad I'm not big on fish.

Later all

"There was never a genius without a tincture of madness."
~ Aristotle

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'tis my destiny to spin the wheel of fate, and to sever the string.
Because of love I must put an end to the life of the beloved one...
The wheel of fate has already been spun.
From this moment I shall be the fallen angel. With my life set on fire with destiny....

Who is Cupido? Very few people actually know. And quite understandably, although she's been a provate obsession of mine for reason's as yet unknown even to me.

Once upon a time, there was a console clled the Sega Saturn. For this console was a game, Battle Arena Toshinden Remix. Beat the game without loosing once, and a secret character appeared to fight you- An evil bish named Sho. Beat him, and a final boss apears who, in true Shao Kahn style, is piss easy to beat. Her name is Cupido. She talks funny, harping on about destiny and fate. She talks about 'She' and 'her'. "If She had gone mad, like you, she might have been saved." She speaks of 'the master' (A 16 year old crime lord) and with out a hint of a waver in her voice offers to cut your strings of fate. She dresses in black and read, has purple hair and red eyes, carrys a large glaive and seems to have an odd obsession with Sho, the man who, in fact, kills her. Sho's just a little mad methinks. But if he's mad, Cupido was well on her way. She shows an odd interest in her killer's younger brother, proclaiming 'We have the blood.'

So what made me name my beanie cat after her?

Cupido is almost a tragic figure- mysterious, dark, and working with the big nasty evil. She also has a kind of cool twin brother ^_^; Her theme music rocks, her zone looks cool and something about her just appeals to me. The way she talks, the myst behind her- rarely am I very fond of female fighting characters unless they're actually very good, which often they're not. Cupido's almost as hard to play as she is easy to beat, yet I still like her. She features in one game I see, and is apparently killed in a later/earlier one, so she doesn't hang around long enough to get a good background. Her brother, likewise, doesn't hang around long enough to get any insite into her- He's taken up her profession of stalking fighters however, and has a similar dippy way ov moving and standing.

Long story short, I don't know why I like her so much. Maybe it's just her colours. Maybe something about the character appeals to me- the lost boss.

So why am I even mentioning this? My next layout features her colour scheme, although it doesnt feature her. When I decide to draw fanpics, it's either her or someone elses character- I tend not to draw 'big-time' characters as fanpics. Cupido (the cat) continually reminds me of her, despite having contradictory personality's.

I'm still searcing for a character that can replace this cupido fixation.

"I saw something in your eyes. Hope for the future."
~Cupido to Kayain (After he finds out his teacher Sho killed his father)
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The tail end of a desktop publishing lesson. The end of a long day. My whole body aches, from the muscles in my nekc to the ones around my ribs, right down to my calfs. And I'm extremly happy.

Some people may have noticed my last update was later then usual, and may have been expecting another 'No update this week' message. Well, the reason for this was the AV Connection. The what? Basically, it was the local anime convention at the Uni. And, on a whim, me and a friend decided to naff off there for the weekend. And yes, we had fun. much fun was had, and is the reason I'm still happy. I stored up interest ^_^

Concidering this was my first convention of any kind baring the general yard sale-style things held at St. Clare, I didn't know what exactly to expect. But when I saw those screens with Soul Calibur playing on them... Well, you know things will be alright right then. Although I didn't enter the tournament, due to my inherant suckiness.

We also snapped photoes of cosplayers wherever possible. Why? Because they cool. I entered the art competition, but didn't win anything. Although I miraculously won the second place door prize. And a DVD sampler I can't actually play untill I get a DVD player... Heh ^_^;

Anyway, lesson's out. Laterz.

"Love and peace!"
~Dude, it's trigun!
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You can tell a lot about a place by looking at what’s written on the back of the toilet doors. Some places have things like ‘so-and-so-is a slut’ and ‘so-and-so loves someone-else’, EG. my school. Which should tell you something. We also have ‘Stop writing on the door!’ written on one of them, if they haven’t scrubbed that off. And message scrawled here seem to be so badly spelt, so badly worded and so utterly pathetic that you wasn’t to go through them with a big black permanent texta and correct them a la Niles from Frasier. Until you realize that that’s where that sort of thing belongs. You get similar stuff on the back of toilet doors at the ‘mall’, although there tends to be less ‘so-and-so is a slut’ and more ‘so-and-so raped me’, and there’s a lot less of it. I can only assume this is some form of warning against all people named Sam or Greg or… whatever. They also have little cards about medical preventative methods, which I’m sure most of us are thinking of at this particular time.
I mention this because yesterday I went to a movie theatre. These places typically have any toilet door graffiti removed pretty fast, but this place had two things scrawled on the back of one of the doors. One was from 1997, some group of people who were there (It wasn’t even ‘wuz here’, which is somewhat amusing). The other was the names of three people with F.F.L. tacked on the end. There’s something surreal about proclaiming a life-long friendship on the back of a toilet door. At least your audience is pretty much captive. I wonder why that space hasn’t been rented out for advertising yet? Strikes me as a very effective place.

That asside, are American's really that tentative about the toilet? It's hard to picture people asking for the location of the 'bathroom' or the 'restroom'. I'd use the word Dunny all the time if it wasn't rather crass. Toilet is the tastefull word here.
Sometimes I think that Australia is becoming the lost state of america. Sometimes I begin to worry that i'm living in a country that's losing it's difference, and all that makes it interesting and... Well, home. Then I'll start talking about the sweet, heavenly delight of Tim-tam's to overseas friends and they won't understand what I'm talking about. And I'll realise- They don't have them. That's just for us, and concidering we now get Oreo's here it's rather surprising. I wonder if they're present in the UK? I'm sure they were on an eppisode of neighbors or something. My friends don't recognise the words 'Chiko Roll' or 'Dim Sim'. Yes, I have come to understand that Australia is in our food. And, in the end, that may be why people come here. Lots of nothing and food with strange names. Plus the chance to eat grubs. I hear they taste like chicken.

My posts get longer and longer, and progressively they say less and less of any importance. Still, I love to rant ^_^ There's always a chance someone will start reading and say 'What the bloody hell? This chicks harpin on about toilet doors. Is she a freak or what?'

"The Devil made me buy this car"
~Bumper sticker.
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::blushes:: I got a 20 for my Art exam. I must be on the other side of the great divide.
Holy cow! What if I'm dead, and I don't realise it? What if I'm existing in a world of my own creation? What if the people I come into contact with on the internet are only figments of my imagination, and the people I speak to in real life are only representations of their real selves based on what I saw of them in life.

I could be subcontiously keeping Zoe and Michelle away from school so I don't realise I'm dead. I could be moving Cynthia out of my little dead reality to quieten things down. She did get her hair cut very similarly to mine, maybe I just brought that into my own dead reality...

But I have a feeling that if I was dead, bringing Naomi back to school and therefore into my dead reality would be a tell-tale something's not right call. Oh well, so much for that theory.

I've forgotten what I was actually going to say... Christ this connection's slow. I'm back at my fathers place, so I'm on his happy little computer. I'll have to head back to Mum's and use her computer sometime. Once I've finished all my winter holiday homework. Which is to say, write a 5-8 minute speach and try to work out how long pinoccio's nose is or wether the fairy queen should eat a cylinder or a sphere. Damned Cursed Fairies!

This holidays I intend to make a mask. If the first goes well, I may make another. I also plan to do my part of that manga, more planing, implament a new layout for the Dark Dingoes and see Ghost World and Spirit. Somewhere in there I'll probably have to talk to some people.

Raise your hands if you think I'm just going to spend it in front of the computer. My GODS I'm so lazy.

Well, I guess that's the size of it. If I reemmber what I was going to say, I'll say it.

"Mama, why am I so alone?
I can't go outside
I'm scared I might not make it home
I'm alive
but I'm sinking in
If there's anyone home at your place
Why don't you invite me in?
Don't try to bleed me
I've been there before and I deserve a little more"
~The Counting Crows- The Rain King
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