& I wash the windows outside

http://artbloom.net/

I know I just posted but go look at the front page and if it gets another update before you can see check out this.

This site is freaking fantastic [just go look around & see!] and I'm so happy they let me feature my stuff there :)))

I have a graduation party to go to at 2 (yeah, my friends are all way younger than me), so I'm sitting here and chilling, waiting for my clothes to wash. I was literally down to my last pair of everything. Why so lazy.

stolen from cult <3

❶ Name 15 DW Friends.
❷ Then put your music playlist on shuffle.
❸ Each random song is dedicated to one of your friends. (ex; first song for first friend on list)
❹ Ready? GO!!!

01. allelujah -- What's In the Middle ; The Bird & the Bee
02. comedy -- Birthday ; The Bird & the Bee
03. cult -- Rhiannon ; Fleetwood Mac
04. lambo -- C+F ; Sam Prekop
05. pandorasblog -- Light & Magic ; Ladytron
06. suzaku -- True Affection ; The Blow
07. antagonist -- Swamp Song ; Tool
08. tieria -- The Henney Buggy Band ; Sufjan Stevens
09. metis -- The Song Remains the Same ; Led Zeppelin
10. nobuo -- Summer Skin ; Death Cab for Cutie
11. setsuna -- Leisure Suite ; Feist
12. throne -- The Disco Song ; Au Revoir Simone
13. vivacity -- Rio ; Duran Duran [LMAO]
14. niellos -- Merry Happy ; Kate Nash
15. likewise -- Talkin' Bout a Revolution ; Tracy Chapman

... yes I like The Bird & The Bee a lot.

I started writing a script for my 00 doujin last night. I realized I am not very funny, and this is a gag doujin, so that's an issue. The thing is most of my jokes don't pan out to an audience besides me ie they are very obscure. So I had to nix a lot of them and ... I'm working on that. LMAO

Kicking It by =propensity on deviantART

I want to apologize for being so unresponsive in the past few days, with commenting/commenting back and such. I swear I'm not being cold or anything! I just haven't felt like saying much. I guess I'm going through one of my anti-social phases, which is probably a direct result of not taking my medicine for a few days. (I left it in the car and when I remember to get it, it's usually 1 am-later, and the monsters will get me :( The monsters that live in the middle of town ...)

I have spent the day so very bored. I considered going to the library, but I'm dressed in a way-too-tight Rolling Stones shirt that fit me about 20 lbs ago and a pair of my mom's old cut-off shorts because nothing else was clean. I spent the afternoon attempting the futile task of cleaning the kitchen, trying to get my computer to recognize my camera and drawing, which the comp does not like. It's making noises I didn't know computers could make.

( the picture under here for the lazy )

That picture is an entry for a contest on Deviantart, the Kicking Your Own @ss contest. I hate entering contests because I've entered so many and nothing ever comes of it. I don't have time to waste on stuff like that, but I really wanted an excuse to do this.

Speaking of contests, I've been following that Wacom contest and picking which entries I want to win and I wanted this one to win until I saw this piece, which I've had up in my tabs for the past few hours, just staring at how brilliant and hilarious it is. I swear to God, if that doesn't win I'm going to riot in the streets.

I have a sore throat & it's storming. I went to a crawfish boil yesterday with my family and took pictures, which I may post later or may not, depends on whether I feel like shrinking them. It was a really pleasant time. We have a bag of crawfish in the fridge waiting to be eaten before they spoil but they hurt my fingers to peel so I can't partake right now. This song, also? So perfect for this weather.

( art )

I've been thinking a lot about years lately, and how for the longest time I seemed to think my good years went in a pattern. I mean, start from as recent as 2005 as the bad year. Hurricane Katrina ruined any vestige of that year having pleasant memories for me. 2006 was the year I started photography and spent an entire summer with unexpected cash. 2007 was that strange year where I had the darkest summer, basically living off of change and the only thing that kept me going was the seventh Harry Potter book. and even though I claim it was my worst year yet, 2008 had a good, carefree start.

This year though? It's proving to me I can't box things in and use one event to determine how I feel about the past. This year, in a three month span, I had a major death which shook up my family and then I learned I was going to college and my mom got her new job. Even if I looked back into bad years I'd find good moments -- it's weird, it's like it's changing my outlook on worrying about when the next bad event will happen. This year had to be the c-c-combo breaker.

Apparently, after spending an hour trying to install the software for my scanner, I came to this conclusion: it's not the computer, it's my scanner! Which more than likely got fried with my comp last week. I am so happy about this, you can tell. At least my camera is damn good at taking photos of documents, so I'll be able to use that for now ... :(

( art what I drew this afternoon )

Also, I've been meaning to do this -- ask me any question and I'll answer it!

Topics are anything. Life, art, fandom.

Despite the fact that I had another computer scare this evening, today has been okay. Uneventful, but that's the way I like it since no news = good news, right right? In any case, my garden is flourishing after the rain. My squashes have little squashlettes and my tomato plant has one tiny tomato! I am so excited. ♥

I also filled up my inkpot today, which takes an act of God to do. I lost the lid, so I have to fill the sink with a paper bag, place the pot in the center and pour the ink into the top and it makes an awful mess. My fingers ... are still black.

I've been reading on and off and drawing and thinking about writing. I came up with this new idea for a screenplay yesterday and if I say so myself, it's actually insanely interesting. It's another fantasy, but it's going to be more on the realistic side of things, ie humans reacting to weird new things with fear, curiosity and determination rather than "awesome, fairies! I am accepting this and not questioning the strangeness of this sudden displacement." And it's on a topical idea, so I wanted to present it as realistically as possible.

It drives me insane, though, the balance one has to achieve in fiction. Where to make dialogue realistic and how to make it interesting. Even though there's really not a disconnect between the two, there are extremes. Sitcoms are on one extreme, with one-liners. You, rarely, if ever, hear funny dialogue in real life. But fiction is not real life, so therein lies the dilemma and the act of balance.

It reminds me of the funniest conversation I overhead recently, in Wal-Mart of all places. Two women, one about my mother's age and one in her mid-twenties and very attractive were talking. Younger woman mentions, sort of outraged, sort of amused, something interesting. "Your husband," she says, "is trying to get me to go out with your son tonight!" The older woman laughs and the younger lady is trying to keep a straight face and adds, "He told me I could be a junior cougar!"

But then you have, as I said, sitcoms where every word out of the characters' mouths is unbelievable. That just don't happen. Some of the best humor, to me, is from situations that are wholly believable and realistic. Sort of saying, "God, I could see that happening outside." You relate to it and it mocks reality, and that's funny.

The bad thing about drama is you make it too realistic and you lose the dynamic thread that connects it to fiction. Mockumentaries that are dramatic don't work because it lacks the satire angle. It says, well, so? Why not go ahead and make a documentary? That's my biggest issue. Where does the line get drawn between real and unreal? I say ffff.

But I am excited about this story and I'm going to try and actually write it this time. Which I always say, but dammit, I already have told you guys, so I guess I have to.

Lastly, I have no idea why Youtube hates me so much.

In non-pretentious news, which I should probably attempt once or twice, considering if I keep the vain this journal has been heading I'll restrict myself to posting only certain types of things and I want this to be the ultimate freeing experience. Maybe something is telling me to be free means also to be a prisoner in some way oh god I am hurting my brain. And I am being mean by calling myself pretentious ... lately I've been liking the feeling of using this journal to put down thoughts, like I would a paper journal. It's pretty cash.

Any case! I have "You Can Call Me Al" by Paul Simon stuck in my head which always reminds me of you, Theresa, when you get a Dreamwidth. So I'm trying to un-earworm it by listening to the Clash.

I've not been having too many good days lately, which really sucks. I told allelujah the other night my daily plan of trying to find at least one good thing about every day, even if it hurts and is hard. And I cried the entire time I told her. They are little things, like going for a walk and turning off my music and listening to the birds in the trees and then breathing in, for a few seconds and just forgetting everything, like that part in that Alanis Morissette song where there is a few seconds of silence and she asks, "did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines, or when you think you're gonna die?" except I just think about nothing. Sometimes that is my solace, just turning off my brain for two seconds.

I am trying to clean my room so I can have a space to exercise. I bought a magazine Saturday because I discovered it had a piloxing work-out in it I wanted to try, along with some yoga. I ain't gonna work around the dirty dishes and empty water bottles, so cleaning is a must! I also am donating all the cans I find to the local animal shelter, who recycle them to raise money for the shelter. I wish my aunt had told me before I tossed out a few hundred ... :(

asjdkf I love Dreamwidth so much. I have been having so much fun on this site, uploading my iconses since I get 75 and I paid extensively out of my own internet pocket of the grand total of $3 for that. I'm not going to eat for a week because of that. I suffered for this site.

Ignoring my previous statement, I have two bean burritos waiting for me downstairs. I am thrilled.