I can Hear the Sound of Violins

I know, 3 blogs a day is getting a bit extreme. But I've been asked out. Which is mildly shocking in itself, as I'm sure you'd understand.

Allow me to itterate, for those few of you who are interested :Þ

Liam asked me if I would go out with him some time. After a brief pause to give my stomach time to stop turning backflips, I said yes. I managed to point out to myself that he may have been saying the equivolent of 'we should get together and do something' and have worded it badly, which served to stop my stomach dancing long enough for me to get home -_-;;; I was wrong in any case, but once I'm safely in my chair my stomach can dance the tarrentella if it wants to ^_^;;

Those of you who know me will know how terrified I become when faced with the prospect of... ::ghasp:: A relationship. Some sort of tweaked conditioning, I assure you. Possibly I will provide a full explanation at a later date. Doesn't mean I'm not going to at least try. Akai can do it, maybe I can to...

Ugh. pathetic
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Suplemental

I have a very common face. I don't know if it's because someone in my ancestry had some very strong genetics or because I'm just so dead-average and plain that I'm the race's norm, but there seem to be a lot of people who look exactly like me. I haven't ment any of them myself,but I know they're there by the continuous barage of otherwise innocent questions I recieve.

In my ealy years of high-school I was frequently asked if I had an elder sister. This happened so often I actually asked my mother if perhaps she'd had a daughter before me and not told me. She nearly laughed at that. It turned out that in the year I went to high school there was a year 12 girl who looked nearly identical to me, just an older version. This was creepy enough, as I didn't think my features were overly comon - I rather thought my prophile at least was highly unique.

I think she may have been spotted at the football last year, as a couple of guys seemed very confused about the whole thing and asked me if I'd been at the football. They'd seen a girl who looked uncannily like me in a Crows scarf drinking beer at the game. Which should have been a dead give-away in any case - I don't go to the football, and I'd certainly NEVER go in a crows scarfe. My father would use it to strangle me. This was the last showdown match. Unless there's another person who looks a lot like me running loose in this city, i think it's her. I'd like to meet her some day, it could be interesting.

However, today I was informed of another... interesting fact. Anita, a girl in my course, knows someone from back home (The Northern Teritory, if I remember exactly) who looks exactly like me. Apparently, the ony diference is that I'm a little taller. It is possible that if I didn't keep my hair pulled back in a bandana this similarity would fade somewhat, but the fact that it exists at all is a little creepy. Remembering I just finished watching Lain after all :Þ

It leds itself to some intereting ideas. That I may not be the real me, for example. Which would certainly explain a lot. That my grandfather may have been a little unfaithful, or that one of my great-grandparents has an extremly strong genetic strain. Like the Howards with their red hair. Both of which being the sort of things dreary women read about in best selling novels from Oprah's Book Club.

I'ts odd, but somehow it seems strangely right. After all, there are people out there who look like other people, there's a chance they may even live in the same country, or the same city. People who look like famous people, for example. There's the doppleganger theory, which states tht every person has a near exact double out in the world somewhere. People would have to look almost Exacly like other people to validify that theory, but it provides much fodder for the creative process none the less. As long as you don't go to the extemes of the Xena continuity ^_^;;

Anyway, tha's all I wanted to add. The lecture's not on the website next, so I'm going to go to the canteen and read. Ciao bella's.
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Letting the Days Go By

I detest the printers here. I'm writing to kill time while I wait for that magical little compartment mysteriously produces my doccuments. I have 15 minutes in which it can happen. Somehow I don't think that's likely.

As you can see, I re-posted my archives. Go back and read some of the earlier ones - Good for some yucks allow me to assure you.

I don't want to have to re-print when I get to Magill! It's so hard to get a computer there, and the only ones I can get on won't open the file required in the correct way. I want to start doing that today. I also want to start drawing the washi-puppy pictures for my seccond assignment, but that hasn't worked so well allow me to assure you -_- I;m having trouble actually making hings look even remotely correct, let alone any good. Very bumed, since I can't for the life of me think why. Not that having only pink sheets of paper is going to help matters, but hey, what can one say ::shrug::

I have a sudden urge to shoot something. It would appear that my print job isn't scheduald to go until 9:50. I'll be gone by then.

But wait, we have a new leader! My print job has disappeared from the list, could this mean... and dare I hope it to mean... that it is printing as I type??

::Ducks off to check::

Haleahluliah! We have print-down! Seems like an awful lot of trouble for just one page, I know. But the people in front of me either quitted or added more paper ^_^;; Go figure.

Allright, I'm heading off now. I'll type later, allow me to assure you me puppies.

"When your best friend steals you're clothes from you, you've gotta sing, sing, sing."
~Johnny O'Keefe, "Sing"
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I just realised something. All of my psychotic eppisodes can be traced back to Amanda. That's just surreal.

The unfortunant incident in the schoolyard (Which, with luck, everyone has forgotten) occured after she slapped me.
The councelling session and the rather pathetic sobbing therin occured because her parents thought I was a bad person.
Ledi became my best friend because she ostracised me, and you can read how that's going ^_^;;

The link gets more distant each time, but it's there, surprisingly enough. wow. Revelationsville.
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Baby got Back Boy

Friday. I've just stuffed up badly on a Java test, in which I didn't answer questions I knew the answer to because I wasn't 100% sure. Because I am stoopid.

Which brings me topoint one of todays blog.

I've been here 4 weeks (I can't believe it either, allow me to assure you) and I've already been relegated to inteligence. How this happens is beyond me - I honnestly cannot work it out. The only thing that comes to mind is my large mouth. I tend to speak up. I have a fair ammount of spare time, in which I tend to do school work (Usually while dreaming of drawing, but that's anothe issue all together), and when the tutor or lecturer asks us a question, which I think I know the answer to, I speak up. I'm not always correct, but I try to understand what's going on (Although I don't always, I often seem to be able to get a grasp on how to do things without vocally being able to understand exactly how they operate). But many of the things aren't all that dificult to comprehend - you just have to try to think about them your own way instead of thinking about them someone elses way. And yet, despite my incompetence and obvious lack of actual practical application skills, I am relegated to the inteligence category. Right now, Technical Communication is the minefield. The seminar leader has put the idea out - I reply to basic questions with answers which either seem logical to me or are dredged from the half-forgotten voids of my memmory, and she has decided I'm inteligent. Inteligence is a dificult thing to manage, so I'm willing to accept that I may fit into another definition of this intelect stuff then the practical and worldly variety that is, in actual fact, of any value. The part that really gets to me is that knowing, even a little ammused smile that the tutor gives me when I'm tying to answer a logic question. Logic is the worst of the lessons - The classes are run via question and answer. She asks the questions, we're expected to answer them. The issue with that is that no one in that whole damn room, except for one or two others whoom I think are minor angels, are willing to speak up. What, are they afraid frogs will jump out of thir mouth? I get the answer wrong about as often as I get it right, but I keep on damn well talking. I inherited that from my mother, trust me. Yet, for some reason, this complete lack of decency and fear in the face of strangers who, to be perfectly honnest, really don't matter much to me anyway, is somehow a determinite of my intellect? I don't think so sunshine.

Perhaps I understand some hings faster then other people. Usually, I do not. Perhaps I get the answer correct more often then some people. Normally, I don't. I simply Sound like I know what I'm talking about, and that is enough for the general masses. I cannot think outside the square - my square is shaped too much like a circle for me to find the corner out. Put me in any sort of practical situation, and watch me unravel like so much twine.

Now, onto point two which was.... um... Oh yes! The year 12 art exhibition opens today, and I'm going to have a nosey around before I go in to Game Wizards and say howzit to Liam and all that. Jouyous, che?

Point three. The ANZAC day long weekend. Where is the issue? Apparently, I'm going camping with Zoe, her godbrother Vincent and her godfather. I WANT to be going to a birthday bash held on the saturday. But I DID say that I would go camping with Zoe, and she DID go to my fathers wedding, and she didn't know my step-brothers then either. A house is probably a bit diferent from a tent, but that's superficial I'm sure... The fact is, I'm obligated to go camping with her, despite what my mother says about doing what I want. She doesn't seem to understand - It isn't about what I want. It doesn't seem to be about what I want most of the time, but it's that way for everybody. I'm obligated to go out into the wilds with Zoe and Vincent (Whom I have to admit, I don't actually know that well. But I have a feeling he already doesn't like me a whole lot - Or, at least, he won't like me in short order). I can't for the life of me remember exactly who her god-father is, but I have a suspicion he was the creepy looking one who was at her party.
See, when I agreed to go camping with Zoe, I rather thought it would be just her and me and... Welll, preferably just us, since I think I'd kill Lauren and/or Michelle if they came up with us - I can't take thm in large doses. They irritate me too much. I also rather thought we'd be 19, she'd be off of her p-plates and we'd have borowed my fathers trailer-side cooker. That sort of thing. This I wasn't expecting so muc, but I said it was allright with me when she told us that this was how we were going. Vincent surprised me - I didn't think he was the out-doorsy type.
But then this pary comes up, and it sounds like it's actually going to be a lot of fun. whcih is saying something, since I tend to dislike parties. Everyone sits around in the back yard and gets drunk It's unbelieveably, incredibly, abnormally, BORING. Unless it's you and a few friends who you KNOW are interesting people, like at Erin's party, it tends to turn into 'let's just sit here and try to avoid being hit on by drunken guys in snoop-dog gangsta-wannabe shirts'. Like at Petty's last party, which was a small disaster and was mostly an excuse for her to get high. Although, I have to admit, I seem to have more fun if Ledi isn't present. I just have more trouble getting home. At one of Erin's parties she wouldn't let me dance - She made me sit down the whole night by hugging me around the stomach. Which Nikk found disturbing, but he was drunk anyway.
But that's in the past. Point is, I REALLY want to go to Lyassa's party, but I'm obligated to go camping with Zoe. The last time this happened, I made the wrong choice. i don't want to do that again.

When was the last time? it was a few months back - I blogged about it. My father wanted to take me to the galleries, and I really, REALLY wanted to go. But I didn't because I was supposed to be at Ledi's place for Roleplay, whcih we didn't do so I sat around doing nothing and spent the night crying. I felt like I'd let my father down for no reason onther then my stupid sence of duty - just because I was obligated to be at Ledi's, and she would have been mad at me if I'd missed it. Although why I cared is beyond me - She's mad at me all the time, and she's made it fairly obvious she hates me. I think she keeps me around so that she has a target for her self hatred and an object with which to inflict pitty on herself though. I don't like being the tool she uses to fuel her own ilnesses. On the other hand, she seems to be getting better. Probably because I don't spend as mch time near her. Which is ain immesurably good thing, as i'm sure any long-term readers have gathered. But I think I've always resented Ledi for making me miss out on spending some time with my father - we haven't really spent any time together since. There was nothign else that we could do as a father and daughter. It makes me cry just thinking about what ove missed. Do I want to resent Zoe like that?

Point four. Todd is selfish and paranoid. There, I said it. Glad that's out.

Let's move on with life.

"Squidlings!!"
~Liam and da gang, who don't read this anyway but hey ^_^;
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And the guru says...



What Anime Stereotype Are You?



What Anime Vampire Are You?



What DragonBall Girl Are You?
Yay Videl! one of the cool DBZ chiccas.



What DragonBall Guy Are You?
Piccolo!!! Aww, I was hoping for Kuillin. He da coo one.



What Inuyasha Villain Are You?



What Magical Girl Are You?

More to come later...
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Lonely Lonely Lonely Monday Morning

Blah! Washi is ill and more then a little bit pathetic. While the latter really isn't anything new, the former is a real kick in the pants.

I finished Ledi's picture. Rejoyce. on the other hand, I got no cleaning done and I've been so busy doing other people's stuff I've not had time to do TBE. Other people's stuff includes things such as assignments. But am I going to set asside EB or my thursday nights? Not on your existence betty. I'll just keap viciously beating myself over the head.

Which mush have shocked poor Sue.

Mum thinks Ledi made me sick, since she tends to get sick a whole lot more then I do, and I'm not inclined to get a nausia attack for no clear reason. Blah again. I wonder if she took the day off school - It isn't unlike her.

My art piece goes in today, provided they accept it. They may not - We're not 100% sure we told them it was coming, so who knows. I suppose I could look in thursday, except it probably closes at 5, and I'd get there after 6 likely.

Matt's asked me to possibly do some illustrations for a newsletter he's thinking of doing for work. I agreed in principal, but there would, of course, be a lot of factors involved. 'It will me good publicity for me.' A lot of people use that as their line of approach to try to make me do what they want. I get the offer of trades (Art trades yes, but it becomes dificult when you try to trade non-like artifacts) occasionally to, and I don't really know what to say to that. I have no guarantees I suppose.

Which reminds me, tonight I bully someone into loading the film so I can sell my crying Cheetah and Giraff woman. Who in their right minds would buy a picture whith no photoes of it? I should also probably pick up apropriate sized tubes ^_^;; When I regain some time, I'll likely try to do some more things to sell, as I really do need the money. Put up another commission auction. Bad Washi... ::sniffle:: Must make money to pay back understanding, if overbearing, mother. And have money for textbooks and other of life's nicities. Must also do TBE, since I'm fallng WAY behind on that. Bad Washi again. The Whap the Washi comp may be opened again.

Hey, there's an idea for a game.. instead of whack-a-mole or splat it could be what-a-washi. Well there we go ^_^;;

Oo, I've been watching Lain. I like. I like a lot. I like so much you may even see... ::Ghasp:: A piece of fan-art!! It's just the sort of thing I like to watch - Exestential, philosophical, interesting, abjectly creepy... Huzzah! Yes, I was impressed. Thankyou for noticing.

I think I'll go eat when I'm done with this thingamabob here. my ass1. There, all done. I think... I have to do the storyboarding for it now, so If I come up with anything better I can change. I think I'll work on my other stuff while I eat.

I'm sure there were other things to report, but alas I think I have forgotten them. Ah well, maybe I'll have better luck when I'm not sick. My nose started leaking somewhere in the middle of this blog. I blame the air-con. I always blame the air-con.

"And I'm not going to spend our time hacking into a bloody windows system."
~ my CIT lecturer.
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This is just so I remember, since I seem to successfully be able to continually mistype my email address -

http://persephone.nu/b/ washi will return here to read through dificult but pretty layout.
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River of Control

The end of a Java Prac. I've managed two concept sketches for a guy who was nice to me, and as a direct result deserves at the very least some concept sketches. I have inked Solo Gamer's request (I know his email says his name is Merv, but I like the handle 'Solo Gamer') and, god willing, I will be able to scan it tonight. Odds, however, are not in my favour. Tonight, I have a strong desire to get started on the picture I said I'd do for Ledi - If possible I'd like to finish it but, once again, the odds aren't in my favour. and asside from this I want to finish the last freekin pannel on page 20 before the weeks end at least - Washi CG so slow!! Bring tear to a poor doggies eye.

Which reminds me, I also want to do some quick WashiPuppy (Or WashiMut, however you so choose to adress me as) pictures I can quickly CG for my Multimedia Assignment (Assignment 2 is about me, and what beter way to describe me then... with a picture of me!). They may have to wait a while though, I'm afraid my speed can best be described (You know, it occures to me I originally typed that out as 'dsrobed'. What the devil was I thinking? My speed is disrobed or some shinzit?) as 'down the pot-hole'. It takes me so long to do anything. Except type, I'm getting faster at that. Which is, of course, a plus. Somewhere along the line I also want to write a short Orion story.

There are two things I typically plan out while drifting off to sleep of a night. The first is an expansion on a bizarre dream I had - The idea around Kayn and Rope is forming itsel finto something resembling a coherent storyline, but it's taking it's sweet time about it. The seccond is a kind of narration of this short story I want to write about Orion. The reason it extends over multiple nights is I tend to get to sleep very quickly these days, since I tend to go to bed very late. It features Rose, so I should probably ask Dani if I can borrow her. And then probably pester her to make sure she does some very Rose things.

Which reminds me, I also want to do an inks picture of Rose and a kill. I can see it in my mind so clearly it's like a beacon light - a lightbulb to a wayward moth. The picture of Orion in the garden has been consistently mean to me, so I've placed it on the backburner until it shapes up and starts treating me good. Asside from the inks of Rose, I also want to do a sort of poster image - Something I can stick up on my door undernieth my Gundam poster. Gabe suggested it could be Bran, Angel and Starr since Bran has a motorcycle (I haven't really got a good idea of what kind - Hell, the fact that he's old enough to even drive is still debateable) and Angel and Starr are Fem Fatalies Magnifique.

My Eva wall hanging broke! It was hanging up above my bed when, all ov a sudden I hear this loud, chilling 'Thump' in the night. The string came loose, so it's currently hanging up on my curtain rod. I'll try to fix that tonight - I liked it where it was at the head of my bed.

Whoops, mum's here... Talk later. There was a point, but allas, 'tiss lost now.

"Sweet devotion is not for me; just give me motion and set me free."
~Goodbye stranger, Supertramp. Much love to da song mi puppies.
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Testin' Time 2

You are red. You are impure, but noble. You are precious and true to yourself and others. When you love, you love entirely, and will do anything to make your love happy. You are sure of your identity, therefore, you cannot change others or be changed. You are a true prince, you may be forgotten, but without you, none of us could go on.

What inner color are you?

Yeah right... I don't think so. If anything I'm white (Behold below):

You are white. You are pure, but what also comes with that, is the ability to be manipulated and to manipulate. You cannot change or be changed, you really have no idenity, you just do what is necessary. You are completely pure, and no amount of lust that you act on can tarnish you because lust is NOT you. You are seperate from the real world, you create you own. Unfortunately, that world is terribly lonley...

What inner color are you?

But we can't change the programming of the comuter, yes?



What Forest Creature Are You?

Ooo, accurate at least. Adn I am much pleased ^_^



What Anime Art Style Are You?

Like we couldn't all see THAT one coming from a mile away...



What Anime Type Are You?
::giggle:: go me!

More to come later, si si?
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