I'm still alive!

Hello! It's been over a year since I posted, and I feel like I should try and post more often.

I'm trying to advance my art and graduate still. I'm doing much better, not in a relationship, and sorta fine with it. Life has moved on, and I've gotten better.

Now, about this blog, Imma try and update it more. Making art is my life now, so I should be adding art to this blog. Along with my life, and my art and stuff.

As of now, I will leave you with this. That I'm alive, and semi-happy. Making my thesis book.

Enjoy my shitty I'm bored comic. (Before you ever see my real art.)

All you need is...

Listen to this; this morning I shuffled around my apartment like a wounded animal. I was hungry, but not hungry. I was sleepy but not. I did my class work and sat silently on the floor for a few hours, cooling mug of mint tea in one hand. I was so lonely, am so lonely. I've stayed in my room watching people love their lives. Even now, I cannot seem to find it in me to be happy.

The weird thing is I'm doing all I ever dreamed of. If you told me if be living in San Fran. a year ago I would have laughed in your face. I should be happy! I should be exploring things. But here I am watching You've Got Mail and Finding Mr.Destiny wishing that was me. 

But it's not. I know I'm not the most out going or even social creature.

 (｡-_-｡) 

Really I'm just a stick in the mud. I can't interact with anyone very well any longer. I fear that part of me may be broken forever. 

The one thing I want more than anything is love. I want to love and be loved in return. In a romantic sense. But every relationship I've had was me giving, and them taking. At the time it felt like love, but looking back I can see it wasn't. 

Being social is hard for me and I don't understand how people can put themselves out there. 

So much of what I read reminds me of other peoples lives. When really shouldn't it be mine I think of? But it's not. I'm a socially awkward otaku. Though that term is used to mean many things. To me it means outsider. I'm outside everyone. Really it feels like I'm in a bubble. Watching as everyone goes through amazing things while I sit back and go "Wow I want to do that!"  But never having the guts to do it.

I'm lonely. And scared. I'm not sure. 

Sailor Soldiers and The zoo

So it's spring break, and it's already over half over. It's strange I feel that the semester is half gone. It went by very fast and it was very odd. Now I scheduled for summer and fall classes and just about shitting my pants in fear.

The reality that my mid point will be NEXT SUMMER is still sinking in. Where I'll have to show people my work, and tell them "Hey you know this story I've been working on. Well here it is, can I make this my thesis." And they can go "Yes." or "Hella No." and I am completely terrified over the prospect. What the HELL and I going to do? It seems rather odd to be thinking about it. Even when it's about a year away. Jesus. I didn't think that it would be flying by so quickly. But IT IS. WHAT?

Aaaaanyways! I've been having fun of spring break. I have watched an unholy amount of Sailor Moon. Because I am so excited for the new series of it to come out. AH! So excited! But other than that, I went to the zoo yesterday! Woo!

There Bai and I had a ton of fun. Running around from 10 in the morning until about 2. It was exciting. Early in the morning there was almost no one there, and we got to see the seals without a crowd and watched the polar bears wander about eating lettuce and sweet potatoes. The Grizzly bear sisters were just grumps though, never moving while I was there. But they were MASSIVE. We walked a lot of the zoo and then by lunch time, we were contemplating cannibalism, we may or may not have gotten a little turned around and could smell food but not find it. After an over priced lunch we set out again. Did the whole zoo one more time, drew some animals, and basically goofed off. 

The worst part of the day was waiting for our cab, which took two hours because apparently they have the direction sense of a drunk sloth. Sitting outside on the stone wall in the balring sun, I got the weirdest sunburn. Just all oddly placed. It sucked. 

Then the cab driver we got decided he was in Fast and Furious. I'm pretty sure I dislocated something and Bai almost vomited on the window. It was less than pleasant. We were rocketing up hills and the cabbie would throw his hands up int eh air at cars stopping for red lights. I feared for my life. 

But then we got to the diner, and had ice cream. It was a satisfying day topped off with me beating my latest play through of Mass Effect 1 and watching A Very Potter Sequel. 

This is where I feel at home

So here we are, mostly because I was getting tired of that picture post. It was stupid and mostly done out of laziness.

I've been employed and will be starting work on Monday. Which is a good thing. Money is always good. So my issues with being a bum are over. I still am terribly lonely. Having but one friend where I live is horrible. And realizing I'm not going back to E.C. was a painful realization. It's scary frankly. Not getting ready, not being excited to see the people I consider family. Knowing it's going to be a long time before I get to hug any of them. Or have demented conversations with them.

I've never actually felt this lonely before. I'm so good at socializing and making friends usually. But something about having not been here for about four years, makes me feel like the new kid a school again. I'm awkward and just silent.

It'll be worse on Monday. But what can I do?

So
job (check)
friends (a single check) [[and I love her for still being my friend]]
Happiness

I'll get there. Hopefully. I mean, there is always surprisingly hope.


“If you know someone who’s depressed please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation, depression just is, like the weather. Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side. It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest and best things you will ever do.”
— Stephen Fry

To all my friends.

And here we are...again

So I've applied at my dream job, won't say where. But I'm very excited. I wouldn't have done so at all, if it weren't for my friend...probably one of the few I call Best Friend. She basically talked me into it over an Instant Message conversation. She really does help me, which is awesome and fun.

But...

Beyond that, I'm still jobless and bored out of my head. This whole being stuck in my house for a long time is getting to me, coupled with my lack of money means I really can't do anything besides chill at the duck pond and feed birds corn. Which, contrary to popular belief gets boring really quick, or dangerous depending on if you are feeding the Swan lettuce. 

So now I've taken to watching things on Netflix, and writing/chatting. I have five days until my parents leave me and go to Colorado for three weeks, which I am insanely jealous about by the way. So I'll be home alone, no transport because as of right now, I lack a license and the car will be gone anyways. So I have a feeling I will be gaming and watching movies. Which though not boring, is more boring when you do it alone, and I won't bother my only friend too much during this time. She has her own life or table top gaming. (which I don't do) 

So I'm waiting for call backs, which I don't know if that will happen. I have to send out my portfolio to California. Then it'll be golden. Still freaking out, it'll be okay, I just have to breathe. O.O

So very lonely.

So I found two Gifs that sort of fit myself in an alarming way. I mean, I was up so late last night, day dreaming. Which isn't all that surprising but then I tried to think of how my life would actually go. I want to get my portfolio up and running again. Since I have a new Drawing Tablet that would be easy. So what is there but to really step away from what people think I should do into who I want to be? 

Talking to my friend whom I've know for a decade they pointed out that I seem to cater to everyone else besides myself. I want people to be proud of myself even if I'm not proud of myself. They then proceeded to tell me to pull my head out of my ass and fight for what I want. Which...I'm trying but starting my own business is going to be a challenge, or getting my art out there is going to be a challenge. Getting inspired and staying that way is hard. 

But dude life is hard. This was all pertaining to the first Gif. 

On top of that, I never want to let people down. More over I don't want to crush myself. But I mean if I am to be realistic than I should probably accept that failure is undoubtedly going to occur. Nevertheless, I'm still pulling myself through and up. Getting a job is the first step.

I'm a fangirl

My life, more recently has revolved around my issues and well fictional characters. Their triumphs and defeats make my life seem so ordinary and I suppose it is, but I am a fangirl. Not in the sense where I tack 'desu' at the end of every word, or that I ship so hard my brain explodes. But it has happened before.

My discovery of I guess the extreme fan base sort of started like this, and has kept me swimming in it.

I won't lie and say I dove right into great fandomship. I did write a few Mary-Sue fanfictions but I'm sure everyone has, and read a good amount of shit on fanfiction.net. But soon (with the help of key friends, you know who you are) I was diving head first into straight fanfiction that began my shipping battles, which ended as quickly as they came because really fighting over fictional characters is boring to me.  

Though most of my childhood, and adolescence was spent in this type of state.

I ended up a different person, though I still carry the baggage today. I dropped many of my hetero-ships though I still claim a few, like Neville/Luna, I moved to slash and now write it. I have a good following on one site where I write crossovers and have way too much fun with Xander from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. 

Beyond all of that being a fangirl is more than writing fanfics or drawing fan art. It's about being excited over things that some people would scoff at. Such as hearing Snape whisper "Trust me" before the doe appears in Deathly Hallows pt 1. 

And even better beyond that, it has helped me develop into someone I love being, beyond my image issues. It made me smart, literate and creative. Being involved with these fandoms have given me a base in which to express myself which, in turn has spread far beyond the fandoms and into my own life. 

My childhood was built around these fandoms, and allowed me to change myself in better ways. Anita Blake tought me to be strong (before the series turned into an HBO special), Harry Potter taught me to choose between what is right and what is easy, Frodo Baggins taught me to be strong in the face of the darkest things, Aang taught me to have fun, The Doctor told me I was extraordinary and Xander, dear dear Xander taught me to love without reining myself in. 

I know being called a fangirl has some other things attached to it. Weird obsessed girls who talk about only that and will shove it into any conversation, and I have met one of those, but I feel like it is a large stereotype that can't be broken until we, ourselves break it. 

So fuck it.

I'm a fangirl, I giggle as stupid things, I poke and squee over Zuko statues. I crank the volume to hear Snape. I love Loki's anguish. 

But I'm a student (a senior) in college, I'm an aunt. And the sad thing is.

All my friends and family are fangirls/boys too.

Day MADE

As of today I am accepted into SMFA Boston. Me, who thought I was going to sit by and cry for ever and work at McDonalds. I plan on going, I plan on getting my masters and becoming a prof. much like the one who made me realize that art is my one true love.

Now...I was going to tell you a bit bout this guy, but here learn for yourself

http://www.marcdennis.com/ .

If I know anything, I know this. Only from studying under him did I make it here. He pushed me, and shoved me in directions I wouldn't have gone without him. And I thank him for that.

But for now, I'm going to rejoyce and party it up.

Because bitches. I know where I'm going and I know where I've been.

What is Time?

After listening to Billy Porter's song, Time I feel so helpless and down trodden. Every time I think everything is basically stable in some sort of way, I get sucker punched and I crumble. The stress of Senior year is wearing on me, and I don't know how much more I can stand without falling apart completely. I'm supposed to be happy, and even though I'm not I wish my friends were. But they are suffering through the exact same thing as me and I just wish I had never come to this school. That I had never wasted so much of my money on something that may not even get me anywhere. Art isn't exactly a flourishing place for new comers to just hop into.

I have the passion, the love of my work, the feeling of brush on canvas, pencil on paper. But I don't know if that is enough. There are so many artists out there who art great, people I know who have flopped and fallen on their faces.

Dear Lord what am I going to do? I'm going to be stuck at a minimum wage job the rest of my life, my college education giving me nothing but the ability to paint pretty things and identify ancient things. Without much else I'm going to be working at a dead end job.

Confucius said "Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life."

I found something I love, but I'm so unsure of my ability to find a job in that field. I hate being so unsure, so scared. I don't remember being this scared coming out of High School, I have no idea why. But it scares me shitless.

I don't want to be a dead beat.

So when life gets tough...grab a sledge hammer.

Actually I am getting a little frustrated. I have photoshop, but my old tablet bucket the kickit. So I'm thinking about buying myself a bamboo tablet from Wacom. I loved using my old one to doodle and draw. It think I might be able to paint better than with my mouse. So I'm going to run it by the parental units and then we'll see.

On another hand. It's Thursday and I have no classes today, and my later Fassette date with a friend. So I'm passing time by writing and doing things that aren't really that fancy. It's all fun and such.

But video art is going horribly so I'm going to pop out a couple videos here soon, one a cooking video another as a time lapse video of me painting. We'll see how it goes. Hopefully great. >.>

The Magic of Insomnia

The magic on insomnia has taken over my life and now I'm trying desperately to pull something back into my life. I have so much to do and it seems like I don't have enough time to do it.

3 Paintings due on Monday, I need to begin My Video Art Projects, Forensic Science Test on Monday and just a bunch of shit I really don't want to do. And on top of that My reading list for my other blog is now up to Twilight...I'm seven chapters in and I have to say it's pleasantly mind numbing.

But mostly I'm like...

while all of the fangirls are like....

SO back I go to pull myself through a few more chapters at this ungodly hour.

A Letter to Me at 17

Adriane,

Stop being so angry, and try to be happy. I know that being evicted is hard but you’ll pull through. Syracuse will be one of the best things that happen to you. But try to get a job and be happy when you realize that your life isn’t really that hard. Save up money and help you Mom as much as you can with gas money.

When you get into college, follow your heart. Art is your love, but always go through anything that tickles your fancy. You got so much going for you, and you’re going to go on and do some great things. Don’t shut people out, and be glad when someone waves at you. And when you meet Rachel hug her as much as you can, she really needs it. Always give people the benefit of the doubt.

Hug everyone as much as you can, because you’re going to figure out what it is to love. Tiz needs a good waking up before you leave, but let him go it’ll be okay. Jasper will need you, don’t ignore his texts when you’re busy. Try and visit Rosey as muh as you can.

You need to thank Mrs.Flannery and Mr.Boyer they helped you so much. Find Mr.Tomidi and hug the stuffing outta that man. Because you never know where life is going to take you, writing is one of your biggest loves. They helped you build up that love.

Try not to be so mad at everything and defensive, I know a lot of people based on track record have fail miserably in the area of treating you great. Don’t play it safe! But don’t be stupid. Playing it safe never helped anyone get anywhere.

It’ll be okay, these aren’t the best days of your life. But I guess I’ll see you in the mirror here soon. I wish you’d work out, and eat healthier. I wish you would take school a little less seriously, and have more fun. I wish you put yourself out there. I wish you would follow your dreams before it’s too late. I wish you’d learn about cooking more. I wish you’d take some serious classes senior year.

Don’t worry about finding a guy, he’ll wander on in sometime. He’ll see the diamond sparkling in there and cherish you. That will be worth waiting for, and you are beautiful. Don’t brush off someone who tells you so. Hug Jason by the way, he really needs it. Augie will be moving soon, try to keep up with him.

So no fear, chin up. Be happy. But don’t worry about me, because hey you’ll know me soon enough. Have some faith. Give God a chance to poke into your life.

Love, Adriane.

P.S. Go hug Danielle Overland the first chance you get.

My Own Biscuits

So I woke up this New Years day to cook. Brunch seemed like the thing to do for my family so I got to work. First I picked one of my mother's cookbooks and searched for a biscuit recipe. And well I ended up throwing that monstrosity out and making up the recipe I am now going to show you.

Ingredients

3 cups of flour ( add more as needed)
4 Tsp of Baking Powder
1/4 Tsp of Baking Soda
2/4 Tsp of kosher salt
4 Tbs of Buttermilk Powder
2 Tbs of Butter
1 Tbs of Shortening
1 Cup of Water

Step 1
Preheat the Oven to 400 Degrees

Step 2
Mix all of the dry products into a large mixing bowl, until well combined

Step 3
Then take the butter and shortening and combine it with the dry products until it resembles course crumbs.

Step 4
In the center of the dry products make a well and then pour the water into it and mix well. If at this time it is too water add more flour until it before more dough like.

Step Five
On a flat clean surface, sprinkled with flour roll out dough until it is around a half inch thick and place them on a greased cookie sheet. (Sil pads may also be used)

Step Six
Place in over for 15 to 20 minutes until golden on top.

Step Seven (Optional)
Remove the pan and with a small brush spread melted butter on the top of the fresh biscuits.




Now what I made with this was grave with breakfast sausage. Which is simple. Here is what my mother taught me.

What you will need:

A pound of breakfast sausage
Around a cup of flour, I eye balled it.
Some Milk
Cornstarch

Step One
Brown the meat in the pan.

Step 2
Take the flour and sprinkle it in, letting it cook into the meat.

Step 3
Add the milk until the sausage float as the top, don't over fill. (look at picture)

Step 4
If the mixture doesn't thicken nicely, take around 1/4 a cup of milk and add around two tsp of cornstarch and add a little by little until it is thick enough. REMEMBER that it will thicken as it cools.

Serve over Biscuits.

The Little Things

So it's Senior year, and I am freaking out over Grad school and getting my portfolio finished ( or even started) I'm just hectically trying to get my stuff together. Jeez.

In these last few weeks I've been seeing things from a new perspective. I watch my friends smile and be happy and it makes me happy by proxy. These little moments are important to me, even if they seem trivial and stupid. They are great memories of times filled with laughter and not stress. So I'm grateful for them.



Friends to me are lie life blood, and tend to keep me a float in times where I feel as if I'm going to drown in everything I have to do. Even when they come and go I tend to remember names for years, even memories seem fresh to me when I talk about them. It's strange I guess, to remember for so long. But I mean, I never remember the important things, like birthdays or schools, or where they live, I remember that one time we hid under opposite beds and played cards.

SO I assume that little things mean more to me than the big things, which can't be good for my future. But is GREAT for my art. Small things like flowers make me happy, and inspire my art. Or the changing of the leaves in fall. SO I guess I'm trying to be Cliche without being Cliche. I'm not going to say "Stop and smell the roses." But hey, look up at the sky once in a while, marvel at the vastness of the known and unknown universe. realize that your life is small compared to the world.

Realizing you aren't big and important makes it easier to see the little things for the beauty they hold, or at least for me they do.



Life is coming up quickly for me, and it's starting to hit me that this is my last year at E.C. and I'll be in Graduate school in the real world. And I don't know if I'm ready or not, but I'm pretty sure that I'll handle it some how....

World War Z

The Zombie Apocalypse. The living dead, the horror of shooting your loved-one's face off as they try and eat your flesh. The most gruesome (in my opinion) of any monster created by George Romero.

The latest Zombie craze which has included movies, sayings on merchandise, books, games and has infected (no pun intended) my generation. I am a college student and have found myself talking out zombie plans, useful weapons and other such ideas.It is a pop culture idea that has turned many people into full on Zombie believers.

There are things that make it seem plausible that a Zombie Apocalypse could come about.

1. Brain infection/parasites.
2. Nero-toxins.
3. Viruses (biological mutations or crafted war-fare viruses)

To me seen the most plausible reasons for a zombie apocalypse. These three things can turn one into a mindless flesh eating monster. People have apparently milked this until it was dry. But I was surprised to find two things that caught my eye lately.

The first was a book. Pictured above. by Max Brooks. It is the Oral history of the Zombie War. This book hit me hard enough that it took me a good couple of weeks to actually finish it because in my mind it was so visceral. as an artist I have a painfully realistic imagination. The descriptions of battles, personal and organized by armies made my stomach clench. Brooks captured the horror of personal stories in his volume with few large plot holes that bothered me as a reader. It was surprising that it happened like that. Usually when it comes to Zombie stories, be it movies or video games, there are plot holes so large that I have to plug my ears and look away. It happens more than I wished it would but oh well.

The origin story of Brooks though not clear of the complete origins (unlike some who point at virus or others at Mad-Cow disease) he allowed it to be called "African Rabies" But it is never clear if the zombies were a natural virus that mutated or a brain infection. Another thing Brooks captured, is that Zombies or Zack are so much biological different from us just as they are the same. They Walk, Moan and are generally human looking, but the difference that is pointed out was that they are brains that don't need bodies to really survive. This is seen in Zack's ability to stay on the ocean floor and not be disabled. Unlike a human who would be killed by the pressure.

Brooks' book showed me the true horror of a Zombie War that Hollywood couldn't and wouldn't show me.

Now a video game team comes along and releases a teaser trailer that gives me a taste of that horror that Brooks' book gave me. Dead island is an upcoming video game. Take a look....

Dead Island (Teaser Trailer)

So nail polish and my birthday

Well we are going to start out with some fun facts about nail polish, some brands and great colors. So ta-da cue picture!



OKay, so this is an ad done my a nail polish company. No it's not an optical illusion. It's much like this



A clever sculpture like gag of fake spilled coke or wine. Now I like this add because it's very clever. Now lets talk about brands and my favorite colors. :)Well lets talk about my favorite nail polish that I am too poor to buy.

1. OPI Now since my favorite colors are red and black. Though not original they look fabulous wiht my skin here is a peek at some of OPI's polish.



Now what is so cool about OPI. Well there is so many great colors to pick from. here is an example. :D



Thats a lot of reds and pinks huh?

Okay not only do they have a lot of colors but it dries quickly, goes on smoother and lasts longer then cheap polish. :).

Now I use Wet N Wild at the moment. I do love ti and the colors they come in satisfy me, but if you buy cheap nail polish get a bottle of Sally Hansen nail hardener and your polish will stay on longer.

~x~X~x~X~


Okay what is so great about Birthdays? You get a year older, but the two years most fun to reach are 18 and 21, and later a great age to reach is 60-ish (Social Security). Well this year I am turning 20,actually tomorrow I am turning 20. It's not as exciting as when I was a child, and it doesn't feel special.

But I suppose that is growing up, and I am actually fine with that, but (here comes whining) I have to go to my cousin's graduation party and smile with the family I had a fall out with not even two weeks ago. It seems like a shitty deal for me.

PeAcE

The basics, of my religion.

So what I'm giving you today is a run down of paganism and wicca, though I am not wicca as I don't follow the reed I will still cover it.

Now there is a popular saying that if you ask ten pagans what their religion is you'll get ten different answers, and this is true. Not one pagan is alike in their thoughts about the religion. There are dozens of different wicca and pagan groups in the U.S. today.

But first thing is first, there is no 'bible' for wicca/paganism nor a governing body. Though there is some ideals that transfer from one wicca/pagan to the next. Pagan's come from all walks of life, and don't have a certain look or way about them. Anyone you know can be pagan, and they all have their own reasons.

Since the religion doesn't recruit it may be hard to find a group in your area to ask about. So just be brave and ask about, find a show that sells incense and other things and chance is you'll find a pagan.

Now in traditional customs one would train for a year and a day, though as a solitary I did this, sort of. Since I could not completely train myself I read as many book s a possible. However if you find a coven don't think you know more, because in truth you don't.

The belief and use of magic is a staple within paganism, and is a pillar in the religion. The belief is that magic is not supernatural at all, but a natural thing in every persons life.

Be pagan does not mean you embrace the concepts of sin, heaven or hell, the evils of sex or nudity, confession, Satanism, animal sacrifice, or the inferiority of women. Paganism is a religion of self expression through a religious practice.

There are basic beliefs that go through every form of paganism, harm none, respect other's religions, The divine is everywhere in nature and us, the divine has both a male and female part, you are responsible for your own actions, and Holidays are based on the turning of the earth and the cycle of the seasons.

Now for an alter

On your personal Altar you should have the following;

An Altar Cloth (Center and Vail) – This helps to separate you from the mundane table. Black is good to absorb unwanted or extra energy.

A Censor (East and Air) – This helps to contain the smudge or incense that you use in the ritual or ceremony.

An Athame (South and Fire) – This helps you direct energy in ritual space.

A bowl of Water (West and Water) - This helps to hold the charged or blessed water.

A container of Sea Salt (North and Earth) – This helps to contain the Sea Salt.

A Pentagram Paton (Center and Spirit) – This helps for centering energies in ritual and charging tools for ritual.

Use Sage incense when in ritual. It’s a good basic incense to use because it helps to keep negative energies away.

Below is an example of how I set up my alter.




1 A bowl of salt
2 A bowl of water
3 A hand made small dish with jasmine oil for air.
4 A Candle
5 Is a stone box with a pentacle.
6 A goddess statue
7 A god statue
8 A wand
9 A athame
10 Twine for knot magic

This picture is my alter at college, the only picture I could find. There is no candle or athame, as I am not allowed to have those at school.

There are tons of books to read, and understand at bookstores and libraries. So read before doing anything. That is the point.

PeAcE

Day 13

Well finals are over and now I am home. I've been catching up on some Z's and now feel ready to get back to having fun.

Though I believe that being home sucks, A) because I do not have a bed B)Because of my mother and C) there is absolutely nothing to do. But I'm doing pretty well, having watch the Princess and the Frog three times, the dark knight and the Doctor Who marathon and new season first ep.

Which now I have the urge to try fish sticks and custard. :) Which though seems gross I have a feeling would be completely delicious at the same time. But I am strange like that.

You know this updating one every week or so seems better I have much more to talk about.

I'm going to soon check my grades and hopefully have at least a 3.0 GPA. I need it! But you know, I don't know I did try quite hard this term. But now on to third term and archeology. Which is going to be full of dirt and sunburns. Well not bad sunburns I hope, my skin couldn't take it.

I cannot wait until free comic book day, I am dressing up as Delirium from the Sandman comics, and two of my other friends are going to be Death and Dream. Totally golden man!

Day 12

Today was fairly relaxing, which it shouldn't be since I have to have two papers done by Friday. I really need to crack down but my brain is just in lazy bones mode. Oh well.

I went swimming today again, I forgot how enjoyable it was to swim in an indoor pool. It was fun and I truly loved it. I feel at home in the water, is that weird? Well it can't really be, I'm sure many people feel like that. I have no idea why I update this so much, I mean is there anyone who actually reads this, because i have no real way of telling.

Anyways, I saw Alice in Wonderland today and was quite bothered that it was called Alice in Wonder land, though it was more like Through the Looking Glass. It really bothering me now. But the acting was nice. The Hatter, who has always been my favorite character, was done nicely by Depp. I actually really loved the random thick Scottish Accent that jumped into his voice once in a while. Quite good!


Well it's off to bed with me now, and to wake up for Schwartz in the morning. :)

Day 7

Today was fun, had drawing and began one of my two final drawings and have gained the name Tentacle Head. But I haven't done much, I read book two of Paradise Lost and summarized it. Wrote my Classical Myth paper so I wouldn't have to pray to be skipped, and did more research.

I'm really happy about today, and will hopefully get started on my 15-20 page paper soon. But I seem to HATE research. It is really not that fun. I bet you can tell that this is going to end soon. And it is, it is my bed time. Sad but true. and I need to get sleeping since i wake up at 7:30AM and Glee fan-fiction isn't helping me on my way there.So I'm going to finish this last chapter and get truckin