Happy Birthday to me
Yeah, today is my birthday. I'm 20. I'm too young to be 20!!!! Today is also Angel's birthday. She's 22 I believe. She used to only be one year older, but she sort of moved up a year.

It's been an extended birthday. Mum left on Friday, so she gave me half my present on Thursday. Uggboots. I love my ugboots, they're the best thing eva ^_^!! My boy gave me his present on Friday, cause he couldn't wait until Monday (A bear from his parents whom I'm still thinking of naming Agnes, and from him the Balto/Balto2 dvd combination, one of my all time favorite scents and the most heavenly, divine cheesecake in existence) and my bro is in the process of making my birthday present - a Light Box. Yay!! On saturday I went out for diner with my dad - had stonegrill, It was sooooooooo GOOD!! I mean really, really good! The meat was gorgeous and you cooked it yourself while at the table - thereby removing the things I like least about cooking, the standing and the handeling of the fryingpan/stove. And the meat was a real chunk of meat thrown onto the slab. You sliced it up and cooked it as much as you wanted it. Mouth-wateringly tastey. And warm the whole time ^_^ Oh it was good, it was very very good.

Yeah, I enjoyed the dinner.

Sunday came and I recieved... A box of pens!! 24 pack of coloured pens - metalic, pastel, plain and glitter. Pentastical heaven!!! I've been playing with them a lot - I love pens so much, I really do. The red glitter is especially nice.

My birthday itself has been relatively uneventful. So far. It's only one. I'll be going to a friends for dinner tonight. Also need to go shopping for the last bits of Liam's birthday present and get something for Michelle. I have her traditional 'naked man pic' - only this time it's not Rakkan. It's normally Rakan, he's friendlier to me trying to draw him. This time it's Jared, who has always been reluctant to be drawn by me. And now he's nekkid, so he's even more reluctant. And scowlie. Scowlie is kinda creepy. I still want to get her wrap-around earings, since she can't have her ears pierced, and every girl should be able to wear lots and lots of interesting jewlery. I kinda like the wrap-arounds too. I need sleepers though -_-

Anyway, looking forwards to getting out of Uni. Starting to wish I had actually bought my laptop, I could have tried to write some more of the Aspen script - Stalled at page 14. I think I'll go back and rewrite the past few pages. The main male isn't being very co-operative. And, even more irritating, the story I decided I quite pointedly DIDN'T want to do first for her has been making itself heard. I blame Willow. Willow is just pissing me off. LEAVE ME ALONE YOU STUPID LITTLE MAN!!!

Yeah, too many stories in my brain. Managed to put GoC to the side for a little while, although it's still making itself felt. Sierra more often now. That kinda irritates me, I don't wnt her to take over. She's probably shit me off no end as a main character. But she is kinda fun. Kayain's kinda fun too, but only because it's fun to make him snap. At some point I'm going to have to reign in the desire to send that boy mad. But it'd be SO cute! I can just see him curled up in a nice, dark corner reciting 'The Spider And The Fly' over and over again. And screaming when the doctors try to use sock-puppets or stuffed animals for therapy. Aww, he's a nice enough kid.

Also had an old idea bubble up to taunt me. But I will not do anything with it right now, no way. It's sort of my own bend (spoof?) on the AU story - y'know, things like Inuyasha and Escaflowne. Probably been done before (I'd be surprised if it hand't). Not very refined yet, and damnit it's STAYING THAT WAY! Even though the main characters starting to develop an apearance -_- That means he wants to be drawn. Bad character, bad bad character, no biscuit!

The white sands a re still bitching at me. But thankfully Aspen and the moon drowned them out. So I'll draw that first. And CG it. Should be interesting. The picture is nice in my head, but in my head is very, very diferent from outside. As many people know -_-

Suddenly got nostalgic for the hour crew. Ashen and Bara and Adoni and Raoul. Not Kanya, I dance on her grave. But those four... I kinda want to keep around, do something with them. Ashen especially is from long before the conceept of the hour, adoni from not long after. Raoul and Barra came at the same time (aah, the heartwarming story of a girl and her dog), so they didn't have the time to take hold in my brain that Ashen and Adoni had. Damn I love those two. Maybe I'll draw them out of my system soon. Still kinda wanna giftcharacter though. Dunno who yet. I'll find me some new targets.

Stupid assasins. What on earth posessedme to do someting with assasins? I'm no assasin writer - I'm incompetent. Really, really incompetent. What the hell made me think I could do something like this??? Bah -_- Stupid stupid puppy.

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We are the wings of goodness
We are the cloak of sin
We are the higher order
We are the voice within
We are the realms of darkness
We are the doors of time
We are the fragile senses
We are the corners of the mind
We are the tears of passion
We are the winds that blow
We are the seeds of progress
We are the wisdom of the soul
We are the earth
We are the universe
We are the light
We are the deepest oceans
We are the endless stars
We are the wild emotions
We are the wounded heart
We are the flame of freedom
We are the sacred prize
We are the love of angels
We are the workers of the light
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"You´ll feel emotions you have never known
There will be questions in your mind
Your sister left your side to help you grow
And now she watches while you shine "
~ Shine, Space Brothers. (Also responsible for above)

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A Momentary Lapse
Pure disorientation. My last lecture finished an hour early. I was asleep, so I woke up looking around, tinking it should be break time and discovering that, no, class was indeed dismissed. And I tried not to sleep this time. But once I started paying attention, the complete lack of anything that made sense and my 4 hours of stored sleep knocked me right out. Why doesn't that happen at night? I need to tape these lectures and play them when I'm trying to get to sleep.

I have a test for this subject next week. I'm gonna die.

Seriously though, I honnestly don't get anything in this subject. I need to... I don't know, but it's gonna take a lot to get me through this one intact.

Okay, enough whining. I noticed something recently. Sometimes, album titles make really good titles for characters. The first time I noticed this was when we were looking for a title for Renn, and I had 'piper at the gates of dawn' on the brain. So she became 'Watcher at the Gates of Dawn'. Well, I started looking at some other Pink Floyd albums. 'Obscured By Clouds', 'Delicate Sound of Thunder', 'Darkside', even 'Atom Heart Mother' and 'Division Bell' if you wanna get wierd. And my brain made 'Pulse' into 'Heartwood Pulse'. Cause I like trees, k? K.

But there's also song titles. And since I'm on Pink Floyd right now, I'll stick with them. 'Cluster One' sounds like a spaceship. (which reminds me, had a bizarre urge to draw mecha. Can't actually draw mecha. Go figure.) 'Pig on the Wing'. 'Old Sun'. 'Breathe Reprise' (sonds like a story title to me), 'Crazy Diamond', 'Dogs of War', 'One of Few', 'Two Suns in the Sunset', 'The Hero Returns' (Also makes me think of 'The Hero Reborn', which was a chapter in Terranigma, and that wonderful line from the Dueno Ellergies. "Remember, the hero lies on - even his downfall was merely a pretext for achieving his final birth."), 'Pillow of winds', 'Fearless Echoes' (that one's a combination of two songs), 'Terminal Frost', 'Signs of Life', 'Crying Song', 'The Gold it's in', 'Burning Bridges', 'Astronomy Domine ' (Come on, that's cool), 'Lucifer Sam' (:: giggle ::), 'The Heart of the Sun', 'Storm Signal', 'Celestial Voices', 'Thin ice' and 'Blue Sky Empty Spaces' (Another combination).

Oh, and just because I love the title of this song - 'Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together in a Cave andGrooving With a Pict'.

The moral of the story is try old bands first, methinks ^_^! I should do this with some other bands some other time.


"You can lose yourself this night
See inside there is nothing to hide
Turn and face the light "
~ What do you want from me? Pink Floyd

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Pungent?
Nothing like the smell of freshly fertalized grounds first thing on a Monday morning.

Fine motor skills... failing...

Ever get the feeling it was gonna be one of those days that isn't exactly bad, but involves a progression of little bad things occuring? It's not quite ten - I caught the bus, after back-tracking from a later bus stop, having realised that the bus I wanted wouldn't serve that stop. I had my breath back by the time I got to the city, thankfully. But I was shaking and nausious. Ended up catching the earlier bus to Uni, which wasn't a bad thing. Except it got me here in time for the smell - but I get some computer time in to bitch about it.

Still feel really weak and a little nausious. Must try to go to bed early tonight.

Moron out.

Appendi: The one thing that makes the day seem more bareable is... Knowing someone else is worse off then you :P A guy I know got his work deleted by the uni computers. Poor guy.

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More of the Bran thing!
I haven't crawled back through the archives to find all the previous bits I've written - So I'll sumarise. Bran has been taken to the Silverwell Summer house, on the instructions of Angel after a particularly bad incident, with the intention of getting him away from such targets and out itno the country. From here, Necro decided that he wanted to play a bit more. The following was spawned.

Please do not confuse me with an author. Enjoy the brain-bleed.

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Necromancer glared at the blinds, as though it were their fault he wasn’t born with opposable thumbs. He tried again to operate the cord with his teeth, but again to no avail – aside from making the cord sloppy with dog-slobber.

Of course, had he wanted to he could always have woken the boy up the way he woke everyone up – By pouncing on them and drooling on them until they got up in disgust. But he’d been asked to go gentle on the new arrival, so gentle he was going to be – and there was nothing like the gentle kiss of blinding sunlight to wake a boy up, hey?

Provided he could get it open.

Sighing, he gave up and plonked himself onto the ground, closing his eyes for a moment. There was a faint sound as his shape quivered for a moment and changed, shifting itself from that of a large black dog into that of a large drastically under-dressed black man. He stood up and, opened the blinds, lips quirking slightly with triumph.

Light came pouring in onto the bed where Bran, the boy who had arrived at the Silverwell home last night, was still sleeping. This was the first time he’d been able to get a good look at him – he’d been forbidden to startle the boy until he was used to the place. Of course, seeing Necro first thing in the morning probably wasn’t going to be much better. But hey, he was man-shaped at the moment, right? That’d be less of a surprise to the boy – how surprised could he be to find man-shaped things living in a man-built den? So no problems!

That thought in mind, Necro vaulted onto the end of the bed and crouched down, tilting his head to the side as he waited for the light to take effect. Bran scrunched up his face and cringed as the light invaded his personal space. One arm was thrown over his eyes in an attempt to keep the light out, before being flung back to the side as ineffectual. He sighed and opened his eyes, blinking them shut again immediately as his eyes tried to adjust to the light.

“Ow. Pain. Burning. Light. Ow.” He managed to get out, sitting up and covering his eyes with his hands. His hair was ruffled all over the place, like he’d been caught in a hurricane. Eventually he built up enough tolerance to the light to look at the other figure on the bed. Black skin, red eyes, long black hair… Grinning like a maniac with a new toy, which was sort of intimidating.

“Good morning, you want breakfast?” Necro asked cheerfully.

“I could kill for a coffee.” Bran replied, yawning.

“I don’t think I'm allowed to get you involved with any killing. But I could probably let you cause some property damage for a coffee, if you want.”

Bran chuckled, before his mind caught up with him. “Uh…Hold on a moment.” He started, pointing at the naked figure in front of him. “I don’t remember you. And I KNOW I didn’t do anything that would result in a memory blank… did I?” He looked confused, failing to find anything that could have caused it.

“Sorry, we haven’t met yet. My name is Necromancer. You can call me Necro, ‘cause you’re small and fluffy. And because everyone else does in any case.” He grinned, falling backwards the small way required to sit on the bed properly. “You’re new. Why’d Julian bring you here?”

“He was asked to. Why are you naked?”

“I don’t have pants.” Necro replied, as though it should have been obvious. Bran considered for a moment that it was, in fact, quite obvious. But not terribly helpful. He began wondering if perhaps he was still asleep. Any moment now the people would start chanting, and then the birds would come and get him…

Necro tilted his head and looked at him. “Are you a new pet?” He asked. Bran stared at him for a moment. Maybe he really was dreaming, his subconscious did this sort of weird shit to him. Still, just in case…

“Uh… no, I'm pretty sure I'm not – why would you say that?!”

“Because you have a collar and a lead.” Necro replied, pointing to the collar around Bran’s neck. He realised he’d forgotten to take it off last night. “So I figured you were a new pet. Although I didn’t think Julian would bring home any more pets.” Bran gave him a surprised look, so Necro continued, as though he were explaining. “He bought home Logan, but he’s not really a pet. But that’s okay, I plan to keep him anyway.”

“What… are you doing on my bed?” Bran asked eventually.

“Hey, isn’t it my turn to ask a question?” Necro smirked. “Besides, you shouldn’t waste questions asking silly things. Now come, we have food waiting.” Necro crawled off the bed and onto the floor, standing up to his full height and stretching. Bran watched him with wide eyes.

“… Wow.” He said, before catching himself. Necro looked over his shoulder and grinned with pride.

“Pretty impressive hey?” Necro held out his arms, showing off his tall, well-built figure. Bran nodded mutely. “You should see the real one.”

Bran didn’t really hear. Necro waved at him to follow and, deciding it probably wasn’t the dumbest Idea he’d had, Bran slid out of bed to follow.

They were half-way down the stairs when, out of nowhere, a pair of pants were flung at Necro. Necro snatched them out of the air.

“Spoil sport.” A woman’s voice worked up the stairs. Bran looked down. At the base of the stairs, hands resting on her hips, was a tanned and curved brunette. She smiled up at Bran and Necro. “No need to hurry, fluffy. It’s a shame to hide work like that.”

“See, that’s what I keep saying. But no, I have to partake in your strange pants ritual.” Necro grumbled, taking the stairs down to the bottom two at a time before pausing. “Okay, last look, Paige.”

Paige replied by prowling around him like a predator before reaching up to scratch him behind the ear. “Okay, done.”

Necro pouted when she stopped scratching him before he proceeded to inexpertly attempt to get into the pants. Bran stood about half way down the stairs, a look of complete non-comprehension on his face. Paige beamed up at him.

“I don’t bite. You can come down the stairs.” She said with a warm, flirtatious smile on her face. The corner of Bran’s mouth twitched as he started to comply.

“Where’s Julian?” Bran asked.

“Here.” A quiet voice replied from the base of the staircase. Bran blinked, noticing Julian leaning against the bottom banister for the first time. “Sleep well?”

“Um. Yes.”

Julian looked across to where Necro was hopping on one foot as he tried to get the other into the unhelpful item of clothing. “I apologise for the wake-up. I personally wouldn’t have sent Necro.”

“Uh, it’s okay… I mean, it was kinda not what I'm used to…”

“We should all be so lucky, hey?” Paige shot a sly smile at Bran before turning her attention back to Necro’s battle.

“Paige, please. He’s an animal.”

“I'm hurt.” Necro gasped, finally having defeated the pants. He leaned against the banister next to Julian. “I'm far more then any mere Animal.”

“Sorry boy, but to me you’re always large and furry.” Julian replied simply. Bran blinked.

“Right! That’s everyone. Now it’s time for the Sunday Breakfast extraordinaire!” Paige clapped her hands together and waved a hand for everyone to follow. Necro beamed and trotted after her.

“Now THAT’S a ritual I can get my teeth into!”

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The foxes are calling to me.
Quick entry before tute.

Got a tablet. I was so uberthrulled to have it that I forgot to ask the guy what I owed him, so now I feel kinda bad -_- Will try to make it up to him. :: hugs tablet :: Yay!!

I've tried it out a little - colour is certainly more fun, but I'm most definitely incompetent at drawing straight onto computer. Ah well.

The voice is speaking again. It says 'The call of the white sands summons me'. It puts sandy picture into my brain. But I can't see who the figure on the sand actually is. It's irritating. I still have the Kayain and the Crow picture. I should draw and colour that. The crow seems to want to have a humanoid shape as well. It's kinda odd, and I'm not sure I want to give it to him, since no-one else gets a humanoid shape. Then again, hs avatar IS awhiney little bitch, so I suppose I should relent and give him something cool.

With luck, I'll post a little bit extra of that silly Bran story. Necro realised he could take part. He likes that idea, and promptly took over. Already it has spawned something that ammuses me - The 'Pants Ritual'. I'm easilly ammused though.

I should draw the big ol' hunka fluff more. I like him, even if he does eat my brain. At least I can infect HIM with fish, rather then having him infect me with Goats (GOATS!!!!)

May redraw Tahir's redesign. May not. Eh.

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Death to the Pink Pig.
Why do I do this to me? I'm KILLING myself here!!! GAH! I'm so freekin tired from getting so little sleep -_-. There's too much to do, and not enough time to do it all and maintain a veneer of sanity. I can't spell veneer. At the moment I'm having trouble typing too. I mean, I'll be able to sleep in tomorrow... but I SHOULDN'T, because it'll result in me losing most of the day. And I kinda need that day. And I'll likely have to wait until ungodly late to get onto a CPU tonight (Due in part to Exalted. It's probably a good thing that this is our last session for a while, I'm kinda drowning here. Which is silly, because I'm not even up to my max workload point yet. I'm not entirely certain what's wrong with me at the moment, I just feel... not right. Weak and like I cannever get enough air - and not just because of my lack of sleep).

My house smells like very very smelly dog. That's sort of a mix of all the bad smells a dog can possibly make (I did a stop-gap job at cleaning and covering them up this morning, but It's gonna need some serious attackage when I get back. And it's one of those things I can't ask my bro to do, which is usually a good way out of things that make me want to faint. Besides, insence and de-oderizer can only do so much). We need to get her CLEANED, it's just a matter of finding the TIME (I can't do it on my own, I require aid. So I need at least one other person there to help. But there's rarely a time when there IS one other person there. That and she has to be muzzled.

Need to pull out some money. Funds kinda low. Also need many birthday gifts for the many birthdays coming up. Too many birthdays -_-

Speaking of which - My birthday is two weeks away now. My birthday's on a monday -_- That's kinda lame. I have no plans to celebrate. I find very little to celebrate in turning 20. Being no longer a teenager terrifies me. Might be part of what's playing on my mind.

I've remembered my fondness for Rain, Wrath and the gang. Pondering drawing Wrath more. Heck, even Rain some more (I can angst at him. He'll love it). Need to find the time to script out more of my 'get back in the saddle, puppy' comic. Have a concept for the older Aspen. Don't think I'll bother inking it - it serves it's purpose.

Got the pencils for a picture that's been in my brain down today. It doesn't look as creepy as I'd hoped. It's Sierra, with a large spider crawling out of her abdomen. Believe me, it sounds creepier then it is (Says the arachnophobiac). It kept me awake for almost 2 hours, so good on it.

I should head off and get to my tutorial. Please don't let me fall asleep...

I'm an idiot, I know -_- Bad, bad puppy.


"... and the demons creep back into... wherever you keep your demons."
"My pants drawer."
~ Absolutely Fabulous

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RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!!!!
I am a Washi's flaming ball of frustration.

My net's gone down. Apparently, the computer can't find my connection, and tells me my ISDN box may be unplugged. I check to see if it is indeed unplugged. It's not, but I make sure all the cords are in anyway. Still cannot find it. I'm hoping I try tonight and it magically appears. Because I WANT TO FINISH WHAT I WAS READING!! Don't you hate when you're nearly finished something - not so close to the end that things have been resolved, but os so close that you can taste the sweet taste of conclusion - okay, at least the potential for conclusion, on the number of pages that remain? Now imagine your INTERNET CONNECTION is stopping you from fulfilling that -_- humans I can accept, but I get pissed off when machines break down. Which is a bit silly I guess. Humans make machines - they're full of our own flaws. So machines also sometimes stop working for no apparent reason.

I got to watch Dr. Who on Thursday (It's the only day I get to watch it now) - we were in the 'the three doctors' story, and the Doctor from the pass was fixing the two-way radio. When the captain handed it back and said it didn't work, The doctor hit it a few times against the tardis' control panel. It started working after that. I think that sums it up really.

I was silly and decided to stay up and watch mallrats last night. So now I'm sleepy. Really very sleepy -_- I've gotta stay awake for the game though, which should be fun. Gaaaaah~

ugu~ And I woke up feeling so good this morning, all things considered.

Have planned out 10 pages of Aspen's story (Currently tentatively called 'Echo the Fall', unless I think of something better. Please let me think of something better...) - I now really need to plan out the previous aspen, since she features quite heavily in the first 9 pages.

ugu~ must keep... Eyes!!

not gonna catch the 3:26 bus. It's full of school students. I don't like school kids. I didn't like them when I WAS one. So I wait for the later bus, but then I will probably run into this guy I know from highschool. And then my thinking time will be taken up, cause he talks a lot -_- I like my thinking time. I think on the bus. And in bed, but mostly on the bus. I also sleep on the bus, although mostly in bed. They kind of have interchangeable functions, except that one takes me somewhere else and the other is stationary.

Man I want Bond right now. I have Kashmir playing in my head. NEED... BOND... CD!

Changing track... Duel playing now^_^ That's my absolute favorite Bond track.

I want to draw some more GoC stuff, as well as some more 'promotional' - style stuff for EtF (Acronyms!!!). Also that early-story Bran picture. And Orion is, as always, still feeding me ideas. But I promised to leave off of him for a while. And, oddly enough, the Beast of Wrath. Y'all don't know him, but he infested my half-dreams a fwe months ago - him and Rain, that bloody little martyr freak. It made sense in my head world - Rain let himself get pushed around and cut up 'cause it was the way he was used to things getting done (Loved the fight a touch too much). And Wrath erupted when things were finally pushed too far. And then Magadon finally woke up and things got messed up - between Sorcerer, Wrath, Magadon and Rain itself, I'm not sure anyone new what was going on. At least Magadon couldn't actively posess anyone, he could only mess with dreams.

My brain spawns some weird stuff to keep me entertained just before bed. But it keeps me amused, even if I never do anything with the tales I weave then. They're all a touch to... stupid.

But Wrath I want to draw. He has cute ears.

Also have the desire to draw some Necro. He wants to be in my caption contest. Will likely make him the feature of my next layout too (When I get around to it) - the other suggestion was for Lita and Rowan (Evan and Cyan may have been thrown in there). Alas, they lack Necro's force of personality and tendancy to rome around nekkid. Which is probably a good thing.

Enough babble for now. So... tired...

DAMN YOU YOU STUPID ISDN BOX!! I KILL YOU GOOD!! STABBY STABBY!

"If you tell your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for telling them to the trees"
~ I can't remember offhand.

- posted by Washi @ 3:09 pm 0 comments

 
So... Hunji
I should have grabbed some food to bring with me -_- Che stupidone. Now I'm really hungry (it doens't help that I've been chewing this piece of gum since 1. It's now 4:40.

Anyway, heading off to do stuff! Go me. Better blog later... but not today, because I need to get to sleep early enough to be functional tomorrow.

Choose fish.

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