All I have is at the house so let me go

Well, I am now officially on swatvac. My first exam occurs next wednesday, and my last the friday after. At this time, My site will likely struggle a little while it comes to terms with the fact that I will be TBEing rather then doing my art project, which to date has provided the bulk of the quality work.
I have recently had the urge to write a short story with Angel and Cat. I remember, when Angel and Jared were first doing the 'get together' thing, Angel was thoroughly convinced that Jared loved Cat. Which he did, but it was a case of what Angel had suffered most of her life- Little Sister Syndrome. While sometimes that big (Or small, in the case of many of my characters) man who looked out for you as a little girl may NOT be the guy you end up with for the rest of your life, thank you verry much hollywood. Good news for Angel, all things concidered. In any case, I want to write a short story with them discussing such. I also want to write the Anjely story, the second I can finalise a direction.

But that is all for later, and besides the wench is dead.

In any case, TBE gets the best of me.

Now, to finish my art and move on to my... um... other art. Man, there is so much art...

You're Neutral! You like to get dressed in your own way, You don't have a defined style, for that reason, you combine your own things and always faces everything to your way What's your Own Fashion Style?

"We are becoming the men we wanted to marry"
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It all comes down to...

Yesterday was rather a surreal day. It started off, as I like to describe it, as flat coke. It has no life, doesn't taste anywhere near as good as you expect and is barely recognisable as its previous incarnation. I was in the mood to add another verse or two to the 'Darklight', which is me writing tacky poetry for the thrill of... writing tacky poetry. But things got better once my friends turned up, which led to me realising what the problem was. I was lacking in social interaction. If you've ever played the sims, you can see what happens to them when they get no social interaction. That was me. But all that asside, before things got better I had several hours to kill and a sore throat. Which led to an unusual discovery- My pulse.i've never been able to find it before, but yesterday while feeling around my glands to see if they were the reason for my sore throat, I stumbled across a heartbeat. I was a little surprised myself. I can remember sitting in the back of a car decked out for sound where the thumping of the base was almost like a heartbeat, and the first thing I thought was how funky Rafael would find that, since he hasn't had a heartbeat for while. Which disturbed me somewhat, and rather proved that I've had TBE on the brain for too long.
But once the school dredge was over, I returned to my silent home to await the returning of my mother. Which led to be noticing, once again, that when the light in my neighbourhood goes somewhat twilighty, rather then going blue or grey like at my old house, it goes red. For a short time, the whole back yard is luminated in a red hue, whih was the original inspiration for the name 'darklight'. That's what it is- It's a darklight, and it makes the world a shade of red for a moment. I don't know if it's just polution or heat from the factories or gasses from the tip or what, but it's sort of specy.
And then my mother retured. she's been away for the past two weeks on holiday at Airley beach, living it up amongst the youngsters. She now firmly believes that me and Zoe should go backpacking there. She asked me what I wanted, and I could think of nothing, but as she was on the bech I told her to bring me back a shell. She brought me back several, at least one a damn speccy one. That'll learn me to try to be smart I suppose. I guess there aren't manny shells up there, they'd all be crushed under the feet of tourists. I take it she had fun though, because there was a whole lotta stuff bought back. My favorite is perhaps a series of smooth black stones.

Enough, the lesson is over.

"We're not just a nation of crooks, we're a nation of cheap crooks"
~CNNNN
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Go Here. This person reminds me of me. Only more depressive ^_^; but asside from that, Me.
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She thinks SHE'S the passionate one

Oi... sometimes, I really don't know why I bother. I went over to a friends place last night. I was supposed to help her with her homework- I was under the impression that that's what we'd do, so she could catch up in the two subjects she's actually doing this year. But no, there was someone over there and they were playing Sonic Adventure. Which normally I'd be all for, but I think I was somewhat mislead. At no point was I informed there would be any one else there, although I don't know what I really expected. For them to go home for tea I guess. At least Zoe did ((Huggs and well wishes Zoe, it sucks being sick so close to finals)), but seriously. No wonder she don't come to school, she's got company. I on the other hand sit on my lonesome, or hang around with the few people who stay at school most of the day who are cool and don't make e abjectly afraid simply by their presence. This may be because they're intimidating or because their stupid, who knows.
In either case, I'm suffering form a mix of disgust, rejection, and the certain knowledge that it's none of my business. Who am I to tell people how to live their lives? They don't listen to me, and they are in no way required to. In the end, what I think is inimportant. I think I will also attempt to keep this from my mother, as she doesn't exactly share the same philosophy as myself. She suffers from the certainty that everyone is entitled to her opinion. Especially me. Which, of course, means that I'm the one who gets bitched to because this person is never at school and that person is always sick and this person is just vying for sympathy. None of which is new to me, but really what can one do about such things? I could tell them 'Hey, you're being pathetic, get over yourself' but what will that achieve? But everyone gets this way eventually. The people around them just rise up and attempt to drown them. And I suppose everyone's been guilty of it themselves, as the instruments of anothers downfall, as a pair of cold and clamy hands groping around the ankles of someone barely able to support themselves. No one is innocent by the time they get to this age, or any age younger in many cases.
All in all, what will it mater next year? I'll be somewhere else, and with a little luck I'll be able to find some new friends. Some few may be worth maintaining contact with, if only for nostalgic reference, but at least I will have somewhere I can go to take a break. That's another one of my mothers favorite sayings. "...can't keep relying on you to be there, because you're going to make a whole heap of new friends and you're not going to be able to spend as much time with [whoever, normally Ledi]" Of course, I doubt that will really be a problem any more. I'm not exactly much of a friend, and I've become far from interesting in these times. Really, in the end, what does it matter? Time will flow, as will I, and we will see who has lived the most effectively in the end. Who is happy, who has achieved something, who dies content.

"I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back."
~Dead or Alive, Bon Jovi

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Anybody Seen my Baby?

Which Evangelion Child Are You?

Who's Your DBZ Guy?

Or, when I actuall avoid all references to swords (Because that's just oo easy)...

Who's Your DBZ Guy?

Sunny Day: On the outside, you seem thoughtful, serious and pensive, but most of the time (if not all of the time!) you're dancing on the inside. You're a sweet person with a loyal nature, but there's no way anyone can push you around! ADVICE: You may seem boring and difficult at times, so be sure to let others get to know the lighter side of you that doesn't mind partying! What's your CoCo theme song?

Your integrity and sense of morals are as strong as a steel wall. Your honesty and pride give you honour, and your haste to defend the honour of good people make you worthy of being called a friend. But you harbour deep feelings of unworthiness, and hide them beneath layers of outward strength and discipline. Because of this, you have a hard time allowing others to call you a friend, and find much of your discontentment turn into frustration. Try to understand that by letting others in, you eliminate much of your frustration and improve your true self-image.
Which Love Hina Girl Are You?

What Drink Are You?

Mmmm... Midori...
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And now, a constructed insite into my psyche.

|*Random-ish ness*|
Do your friends find you weird sometimes?: Apparently
Do your friends think you have odd taste in the opposite/same sex?: Indeed they do.
If yes, name 3 people[famous or not] that you find attractive?: Harrison Ford, Johnny Depp, River Phoenix.
Do you ever/have you ever laughed for no reason at all for a long time?: Frequently.
Do you like the color purple?: Is my FAV colour!
Do you think you have any influence on others?: I'd have to say... Yes.
Would you ever hump a tree at night while hanging out with your friends just to make them laugh?: I probably already have.

|*This or That*|
Golf or Football?: Neither
Baseball or Hockey?: Hockey
Blondes, Brunettes, Redheads?: Brunettes
Mint Chocolate Chip Ice cream or Cappucino?: Ew! Neither!
Hanson or Def Leppard?: Def Leppard
John Mayer or Michelle Branch?: Michelle Branch
Star Trek The Next Generation or Star Trek Voyager?: Next Generation totally.
MacGyver or Murder She Wrote?: MacGyver. Although it's definitely a close call, I found both to be entertaining. Although MacGyver had the bigest influence on my life (I'm sure many of you know the story of why I'll never be a scientist of any sort)
AOL or Death?: Death to AOL?

|*Favorites*|
Person you felt most comfortable with/talking to?: That's a toughie. I rarely feel comfortable talking to anyone. Or, more correctly, I feel equally comfortable talking to a wide range of people. Naomi I guess, because she just don't care.
Person you'd have a sleepover with?: Most people. Seriously, Provide me with popcorn and I'll be happy.
Person you'd fight a rabid dog for?: I'd fight a rabbid dog for MY dog.
Favorite color?: Purple. Did't I mention that?
Favorite singer?: Me :Þ I like a lot of singers. Bon Jovi. Anyone with balls in their voice, if you understand that.
Favorite bands?: Heaps. Most of them old, although I like the Whitlams and Garbage and ... yeah, more...^_^;
Favorite TV Show?: Rove Live, Cheez TV, The Glass House.
Favorite show as a kid?: Sonic the Hedgehog. Most of the series with him in. The original Power Rangers, TEKKAMAN!
Favorite place?: My bed.
Favorite present you gave someone?: I gave Ledi a full colour picture of her therianthropic self. I liked that.
Favorite pet?: I'd have to say I love them both equally, but I can stand my terrier more then the Kelpie.

|*Memories*|
Remember when...
You had pogs?: Vaguely
You had to have a boyfriend in 6th grade?: I was never part of thet croud.
You had an accident.. and you weren't 3 years old?: I can vaugely remember that happning, although the circumstances are beyond me. It probably happened racing to the toilet after a long trip.
You tripped infront of someone?: All the time, although the last time was at rehersals for the Little shop of horrors. I fell down good.
Have you ever..
Laughed so hard food came out of your mouth/nose?: Indeed. Cerial I think.
Cried so hard you threw up?: Almost.
Eaten liver?: I think I did once... Or was that kidney...
Had Buttermilk?: ... no.
Kissed the same sex?: Probably not the way you're refering to.
Mooned someone/a school bus/a county jail?: Nope. My but is mine alone.
Farted loud and people heard?: Yep. I just pretended it wasn't me ^_^;
Burped louder than a guy?: No, they can ALWAYS outdo me.
Been on a cheerleading team?: We don't have cheerleaders here.
Played spin the bottle?: nope
Eated Chicken Pot pie?: ... Eaten WHAT?
Spent a holiday alone?: not yet.
Made the pouty kissy face in a picture?: Possibly.
Played beer pong? And won?: Played... What?
Gone out while you were grounded? Get caught?: I've never been grounded. It doesn't work with me.
Seen a therapist?: Yep. Aparently people hated me.
Gone to a clinic/hospital?: Yep. They have a thing about sticking fingers up your arse, don't they?
Had a serious illness/disease? or anyone in your family?: Yes on both counts, provided Athsma counts. Poor brother, nearly died once or twice. But I actually turned yellow, so there!

|*Love?*|
So do you like anyone?: I am not at liberty to say.
Do they live near you?: Define 'Near'? Is 'In the same city' 'Near'?
Have you ever been in love before?: No, never.
Age ain't nothin but a number?: No, it's also a record of a predicted maturity curve. I perfer people close to my meagre age.
Do you believe in 'internet' relationships?: Not romantic ones.
Do you believe in the pyschos the news always talk about.. being on the net, trying to kill people?: How do you kill someone through the internet? I should read up on that...
Do you believe in 'waiting for what you want'?: I believe in going out and getting what you want, in everything except love.
Do you believe in love at first site? Honestly?: Depends on the website. Oh... You mean SIGHT. Well, no I don't really. I do believe in lust at first sight though.

That was a pretty chilling trip huh?

"Hey you, out there in the cold, getting lonely, getting old..."
~'Hey You' Pink Floyd

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*looks at the current world's population* You must have a lot of frustration then.

What pisses you off?

Created by ptocheia

Well Duh. Tht's one of my pet peeves. I have trouble with smelly people, ignorant people and people who, for some reason or other, I have classified as 'Just plain stu-pid'. Usually for ignoance, or lack of clarity. Ir becaseu, like me, they are airheads. Yes, I am stupid. That may be why I dislike stupid people so much. I find most of the population irritates me, with some fiew I find genuinely interesting. It is for these that I find interesting that I will never blow up the world. Rejoyce.

I'm sure the world is full of interesting people, it's just my cultural restrictions that measn I have trouble finding them. Ah well.
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Care for some jam with those genitals?

What's your sexual perversion?

Created by ptocheia

Oh yeah baby. How do you think I burnt down the kitchen? Actually, I'm probably gonna spend the rest of the day working out how that'd work now...
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Dangerous Tonight

Never, never, NEVER let me near a kitchen. I'm dangerous. I'm deadly. I'm TOXIC. And I can't cook.

A fair few of my characters are bad cooks. It's something that ammuses me. Akai can't cook because she was originally a composition of all my bad an rather pathetic traits, so she certainly could have any culinarry tallent. Angel is so bad at cooking she can burn water. but when she was made I was being trained to cook so It was another example of how not like me she was going to be. But me- I am the real life example. I think the problem is my tendancy to improvise. Me and Ledi decided to bake a cake once, but we had no recipie. So we just threw together some ingredients. What we made was chocolate bread, since there was no where near enough sugar. We made green cookies, based on a recipie but slightly eddited because we lacked a few ingredients, which turned out far too sweet. And yesterday, I tried to make risotto. I know, packet risotto- How hard can THAT be to cook? You follow the directions, risotto comes out the other end. Yet somehow, without improvising the recipie at all (I'd made scrambled egg earlier, which while slightly burnt wasn't too bad, but didn't add that till later) I managed to burn the risotto. I then spent half an hour scrubbing the burnt rice off the side of the pot.

Yop ten reasons I'll never be betty crocker anyone? My mother has a keyring- Looking for a man who hates football and can cook. I'm looking for much the same- I plan to pay him to come in once a week and feed me. Yeesh...

On a diferent note, this isn't the first time I've managed to make the house smell like a cheap takeouts. I managed to burn a pop-tart in the microwave by mis-reading the instructions. I used to be allright at cooking, but of course that was when I had a recipie, all the ingredients, and another person in the kitchen with me. It's when I start improvising that things go funny. But nothing ever gets burnt...

"...Living with me must have damn near killed you"
~How you remind me, Nickelback
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Sux to be you

"Everyday, it's-a gettin' closer, goin faster than a rollercoaster..." Oh yeah, it's all fallin into place. Things are starting to come together, with the tail-end of the year and all the finishing touches on all the work I'm doing. I did the math exam, and I found it to be far from challenging. It's like I'm constantly being informed 'It's not dificult, it's tedious.' And it is. If you want something dificult, you look at English. English is remembering- Math is doing. Physics is remembering, but it's a lot easier then english. In physics, you remember a few basic principals, and the rest sort of flows on. In English (And art), you remember four texts plus a variety of poems and write about how they do or do not show rebellion, or whatever question they decide to ask you. In art, I am required to remember the details and artworks of an Australian artist (Fiona Hall in my case- I respect her, but we'd probably clash if we ever met), AND a historical art movement in a period of history. In our case perhaps the worst possible art movement to have to talk about- Dada. The problem is it's ANTI-art. So we have to look at it from a political standpoint. but you can only look at a photomontage of a womans face on a mans body and say 'This was bought on by the war' so many times before you look like an iddiot.
What irritates me is that people don't recognise exactly how dificult these subjects are. They think math is hard, and what they think about physics-! But dificult subjects like English and especially Music dont' get the recognition they deserve. Personally, I think too many people have it all backwards- When you have the formula, you have the right answer, you get an A. What's the formula for an 'a' grade poetry assignment? Will I get more marks if I compare thee to a summers day? Ora toad? Who knows...

In any case, enough bitching about subject comparison. The other thing that is getting closer is the completion of Phase1. Yes, pre-prodiction asside, soon I'll be able to lauch into TBE, which I'm planing to do after Exams. It doesn't exactly fill me with confidence- There's nothing terribly unique about the story, no new ideas, and there is quite a lot of religious references. Plus its Furre, and if you read down a short way you'll be able to read how well I think THAT'S gonna go. All in all, I'm not filled with confidence that it's any good. But I'm not so sure that's the point. You people out there decide wether or not it's good, me in here just gets the stuff out on paper so it doesn't rise up and choke me. Or so Raf doesn't decide that I'm useless and therefore an uneccesarry burden on the strained resources of the planet.
That's the kind of thing he WOULD say too...
In any case, baring some dialogue re-writing, I'll be starting 'Fox on the Run' after exams. I'll post the URL to the site here when I create it.

"Come in close, come under cover. They can't hurt you now..."
~Because the night
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El ende.

Today looks to be long. Normally I'd say that this was the tail-end of the day, but as it stands the tail end of the day will occur when I eat my communal fodder with the rest of the maths drones. You got it, It's Trail Exam Time! At least they're nice enough to try to prepare us. But I won't be getting out of here until about 7:30/8:00, which should at least get me home in time to watch CSI and fall asleep. Jaima huh?

On the plus side, I seem to be quite alert still. Be alert-The world needs more lerts.

For those who read this while frequenting my site, I have news. I will be holding a 'name my furre competition' to celebrate the new-found tackiness of a classic character. I think I'll actually offer a prize with this one too- A full colour, slightly larger then A4 (But not quite A3) picture of the character in question, mailed direct to the winner. I may concider negotiating the use of one of the winners characters too, if they have furre. I don't usually use Human and Furrs in the same picture, but I imagine that's possible. I also plan to add a special proviso- If the name that wins conforms with the Echidna Naming standards of Echidnopolis (The Archie comic series, from which her tackiness is derived), I'll see if I can upgrade the prize to a full CG colour A4 printout (Which I will pay Ledi for, since her printer is better then mine. Unless she's the only one who enters or is the winner.) And no simple 'standing on the white field' stuff either- A reall, propper illustration of an actual scene, not a stats picture. That's the plan anyway. I'll announce it this weekend, if I have the time, and let it run until my exams are finished. Then I'll go through however many entrys I get and pick the best one. I like to add some interaction to my site, so I know for certain that some people turn up and so that people can do something to be a aprt of Washi. I still want to set up a Kitten Club site for other sufferers of the Kitten Condition- Like a webring, only much less sophisticated. We can put randomness up. I know the first thing I'll put up is the Popcorn Midi ^.^;
In any case, that's all on the horison. That specifically may not take form until after I do asite overhaul- I'm well aware that people only like me for my pretty pictures -_-

In any case, that's the plan. Now, to endure until the days end.

"All humans must Die"
~Zombie catch-cry.
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Back to the grindstone, and back on the borderline. I now enter the final two weeks of my directed schoolastic life, after which time I will be required to undertake a set of formalised tests to assess my ability to work under stress and with a deadline. Hapy days, ne?

Anyway, I have now fully recovered from my gruling two-day trudge in the Grampians, now ofitially the furthest place from Adelaide I have visited. It wasn't that we were going on the balcony walk or anything, its just we went down into at least two gullies and climbed two mountains in two days, which is a lot of up to go. We also saw more waterfalls then you can count without taking off your shoes. But a lot of walking took its tole on couch-potato me, and I was sore for a couple of days. At the moment, the only thing that hurts is my hip-joint, which irritates me.

Meanwhile, I was asked today if I had recieved a letter informing me I was the school Dux. I was, of course, forced to reply in the negative. Which then led to an animated discussion over who the school Dux would actually be. I suppose everyone has their ideas, and I know who I would be placing my money on, but I guess time would tell.
For those of you who don't have the school Dux, I think it's something like the Valedictorian or similar. The top academic mind of the school.

Makes you wonder where the confusion came into it huh? I wonder if I can win some cash or something...

"Terrorists are Tourists with guns. Tourists are Terrorists with cameras"
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The air was warm and humid, trapped by a heavy layer of clouds that had yet to give up their burden of water. It moved in eddies and will-o-the-wisps around the rooftops, carrying the fallen petals of blossums and dry coulds of dirt with it as it moved.
Seated amongst this was a purple canine furr, her legs dangling over the edge of a large steel shed erected in a yard. She wasn't high up- should she jump, she could land quite comfortably on the grass below. But she showed no sign of moving.
Behind her sat another shape, luminescent even in the faded half-light that filtered though the cloudy blanket. Large bat-like wings shielded the otherwise vulpine/humainoid shape from the occasional eddy of air as he looked at a small grey cub leaning against his shoulder in sleep as though it was a foreign and possibly dangerous object attached to his arm.
"I don't believe you." He said, continuing the conversation.
"But I don't know why I keep doing it," The purple puppy admitted, drawing the fox's attention once again. "I mean, really... Who'se interested?"
"Have they had the chance to be interested?" The red fox asked simply, carefully lifting the sleeping cub off of his arm and sliding away from it.
"That's not the point. I mean, look at us!" The puppy waved a hand between them, but her only response was the fox's unchanging scowl following it. She withdrew the offending hand immediately. "We're furre. No one's interested in furre. They want their own species- they want to see humans. They're not really interested us at all. We could disappear, and who would notice."
The puppy sighed and returned her gaze to the grass below. "I ask epople 'What animal would they want to be' and they say 'human'. They don't care about us. They never will."
"Probably not." The red fox admitted, carefully lying the cub on the ground and standing, stretching his wings in the warm air. "But I don't think that's the point."
The puppy looked back at him, a surprised look on her face. "How can that not be the point?" She asked incredulously. "Why would I want to do something no one cares about? Something that will take so long and probably kill me anyway? Something that was never that sound to begin with..."
"Quiet." The fox interupted her roughly. The puppy obeyed from simple shock more then a compulsion to do so. The red fox walked up next to her and stood on the edge of the shed, unafraid of the space around him.
"When you are compelled to do something, be it by your superiors, your 'concience' thing or whatever it is that drives your feeble mind, you do it. If with a hundred soldiers you could deal a serious blow to the enemy, you do it. It doesn't matter if none of them survive, as long as you went and you did your part. If you are compelled to do something, even if it will destroy you, you do it. It is as simple as that." He paused to glare down at the puppy. "You overcomplicate things. No one else is important."
"I have a felling that theory's been the bane of many dead furrs." The puppy said sharply.
"But this is hardly life or death. You do or you do not do. You tell the story or you let it die. If no one wants to hear it, at least you told it. And what does it matter if no one cares? There are many things no one cares about, at least they exist."
The puppy sighed. "You know what I hate about you? You may be a bastard, but sometimes you make sence."
The fox paused for a moment, as though trying to work out exactly what she had meant. "I'm sure I can't say the same for you." He said at last, dismissing it. "You will continue then?"
"Yeah," She sighed. "Yes, I'll keep going. It will probably kill me, but... I guess I have to try." She lay back. "There goes the next three years..."
"It is a small price to pay." The red fox said dryly, extending his wings. He stepped forwards and glided lightly to the ground below. "I'm leaving." He stated, before vanishing in a small burst of energy.
"I noticed." The puppy said dryly, turning back to look for the cub. He sat behind her, silent amber eyes seeming at once ammused and knowing.
"Oh shut up." The puppy growled.
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Mangaaa

I should be doing Maths revision, but right now I think I'd rather write my goodbies. I'll be away from the computer for a full 4 days ::exadurated gasp:: most of which time will be spent driving from the look of things. On the pluss side, the holiday doesn't factor into my programme. On the down side, I will probably still not get much drawing done.

I really like my dad. I know that I will probably end up like my mother (Although not following exactly in her footsteps, as I neither plan to work with old people or children nor myself have kids), but I rather hope I get a bit of my father in me. The people I know, by and large, come from what you'd call a 'singel parent home'. Obviously not all of my cousins come from such, just the interesting ones. It may be just the places I hang, or the people I hang out with. We are the people with the bizarre family histories.
Not that that's a factor. Nikk and Ledi are related, and they've got what appears to be quite a detailed family history themselves. But Ledi's has that edge of tragedy that makes it the kind of thing you'd find in a best selling novel on the Oprah show. Except of course in that book Ledi goes on to get married, go down to a size 8 and becomes the first female prime minister of Australia. You know how it is.
My family story isn't really that strange. My life story isn't really that strange to be honnest, but it has had it's moments. I, like many before me, had a wierd truck driver move in with my mother when I was younger. No they wern't dating, don' even say that. She was living with a fri... Nah, it was pretty much just a mess. Leave it at that. Like many, we've moved around a fair bit. But unlike many in this situation, we haven't changed schools. I changed schools once, from primary to secondary. Because, although we've moved a lot, we've kept in the same general area. My parents have done their share of dating - In truth, they seemed to linger and live with the ones I don't like while passing over the people I do. Says something about my taste all things concidered. But that doesn't matter now, because my father is engaged to a lovely woman with whom he shares some comon past. Not together, but the idea behind them. Both my parents come from country towns, where they moved into the slightly bigger city (8th most livable place in the world thunkya), although wether this happened before or after they me I can't remember.

A while back, when everyone hated me, mum took me to a councelor to talk. And I think, somehow, ended up discussing this. They're professional listeners, need I say any more. I can't even remember half the stuff I said, except that my fathe kept giving mum flowers until she told him to damn well stop it already. And that thing that should happen in a car which resulted in my current crappy writing skills. Apart from that, I don't remember.
That's something odd about me. I alternate between being desperate for people to like me and not careing what people think. And I think both me's hate and secretly want to be the other me. But wanting to be liked is thoroughly unhealthy, especially since my natural state of being is 'super dependant super bitchy possibly just a little eccentric'. Which is a recipy for not being liked. Add to that my belief that no one should have to heelp me and, in return, I shouldn't have to help them and you get a generaly unplesant existence. I remember Ledi being upset with me because I didn't go after her when she stormed out of art class. What could I do? I'm a logical thinker person, I don't do any of this emotional crap. So I figured she needed some time to herself, to cry a bit and get it out of her system.
Now you know how bad I am at being right too.
But I was apparently hated because of my insensitive airheadedness. It was mostly the fact that my mother was runing out of people to send me to when she was working, because no one wanted to look after me. So there was a problem. So we fixed it... Well, no we didn't. But you can hardly tell that it's there from the outside ^_^
A note to all those people who say they want to draw like me: You have to be me first. Instead of trying to draw like me, try to draw like you.

I need some low maintanance people. Perhaps I'll build them myself.

"I have a tendancy to wear my mind on my sleeve; I have a history of taking off my shirt"
~One week, you know the band :Þ
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Today, my mother gave me my birthday present. Before anyone mentions the fact that it's been over a month since my birthday, Let me say I noticed it to. I actually thought I'd already got my present from her. But it turns out I didn't.

But what I did get is now oficialy my dearest posetion. It's her wedding band. It's white gold, and has been etched on the outside and inside is the enscription 'Erin love mum 30-8-02. It is perhaps the single coolest thing I've ever been given. Now all I need to do is get my fathers weding band. It's white gold, like mum's, but his has already been eddited by an ex girlfriend of his. Which explains why I want it so bad - It is now a signet ring. It has on it my family's crest - The lion with the crown. How I would love to have it and our crest of arms, which currently hangs in the living room. And perhaps I will get that as an inheritence when I'm 50-something. But I have a feeling dad's ring would go to my brother Travis. Which makes pore sence, but my selfish nature won't let me like it :Þ

Speaking of presents, I should prbably scan in part of Olivias. At least then she'll get to see it.

I am an 'admirational stalker'. If I find the site of an artist I like and, through some quirk of fate, become obsessed with, I like to find all the places there sstuff is located and follow them around, yadda yadda. For a rather extended period of time, J. Axer was one of those people. Then one day his site disappeared, and I cried out 'No!!! oh gosh please no!" And kept checking back to his site in the hopes that it had somehow magically reappeared. No such luck, but what can you do. But all was not lost!
A friend of mine reads sonic comics (Yeah, she's cool.) And there was some sort of 'amature artist' competiton going on to get new pencilers. Anyway, while the details of his hire are beyond me, Axer made his way into Archie commics, and specifically the Sonic Comics. Which at least means that the world has not been left the porer for his absence! Well... Australia certainly hasn't anyway. But see, that's the surreal part about following an artist. One day you watch a movie or look at something, and it strikes a chord of familiarlarity. And you realise -Holy paprika! That's 'so and so'. It's a strange feeling.

"We're never gonna survive unless we are a little crazy"
~Crazt, Seal
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