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
- posted by Washi @ 3:10 pm