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I'm still very energetic about it, though! It'll be a great experience and I feel that I'll be a different person in four years (hopefully better!). If someone reads this blog's raaare updates, wish me luck?
In other more relevant news, this journal has a new layout! Livejournal went and broke my S1 customized theme so I had to go and use one of theirs. I might find an override and upload it later on, but this is it for now. I find the little chick adorable!
There is also something else that's awesome! Hopefully, I'll be getting to take a painting class in the fall. Since my art supplies will cost a hell-lot, I'm probably going to sell 1-4 of the finished products (provided that I approve of their quality). I'm not a great artist, but every painting comes with a miniature piece of my soul engraved in it. That's what makes paintings special. <3 I'd keep 'em all, but unfortunately, there isn't enough space in my apartment! More info on this to come later.
Love,
Lamb
I can never keep a journal going. At some point, my life gets busy and I become distracted... and then, I just stop writing. This last year I had so many concerns that it was impossible to keep up with a lot of things I love.
I haven't taken any doll photographs, haven't done any significant artwork in the spring term (I did some CG work in the fall and three paintings), have been largely absent from Gaia and DemonTears and Trickster.. really, the whole cybersphere. My IRL life is moving along and I'm generally fine with plenty of friends but sometimes I miss all of that.
It was nice when I wasn't so busy, when I had time to do a lot of things online. In a way, I grew up in the online world... I was such a quiet child. At any given time, I could count my friends on my fingers. That's not me anymore and now I see while people vanish from the online world so often... it's because their real life becomes all-encompassing.
Maybe, though, I won't have to give up my past life completely. Maybe I can make time for it. I'm going to give it a try.
( Lots of questions and answers under this cut )
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Anyhow, I have a pretty neutral review for the Pussycat Dolls. Firstly, six is a strange number. Normally, bands have odd numbers of members and it makes them look more organized on stage. Secondly, they don't really have a set 'look', they're all so different to the effect of being clashing (*cough* Miss Red *cough*). Their music is pretty good though, and I recognized a couple of songs I remember hearing on the radio so I was pretty excited about it. The vocals could be stronger, but they're good and most bands in the industry aren't exactly amazing. It was a great way to spend time, but... lets just say I wasn't getting their autographs or anything (although, I could have probably sold them on ebay xD).
The rest of the day was a whole lot of fun. Daisy and I went to FAO Schwartz and hugged every giant stuffed animal there. We got all around the store (which of was pretty huge), and even talked to this salesperson guy who showed us the Harry Potter character wands. There was a blunt black one that was the 'mystery' wand, and apparently, belonged to Professor Snape. Unfortunately, no Lucius or Draco Malfoy. :( Apparently, they haven't come in yet. I remember you can also order wands online, so.. if I get a really biting urge, I might do that. They also had the Corpse Bride dolls, those lovely 100-dollar jointed figures. The pullips were really adorable in real life, and I had a sudden urge to buy one. There were these cute black and white ones with bunnies. So cute. Oh, and one of the employees was also playing the on-floor piano which was amazing. Probably a better concert than the Pussycat Dolls, I have to sadly admit. xD (Please don't kill me for that one)
Lunch was good, at a place right across from the store that had yummy food. We then headed to Build-a-Bear because I'd never actually visited it. Bear boxers. Nothing funnier. xD They're 'Beary Hot'. Since it was around Rockefeller Center, we also went to this big Japanese bookstore which had a life-supply of manga (both English and Japanese) and a great variety of Japanese books about everything (sadly, I can't read Japanese so :( for me). There was also the Death Note Artbook which was -awesome- and I wish I'd had enough money to buy it... but I didn't take enough. T___T Oh well! We also passed by this store that had plenty of antique-things including some very cute vases and such. It was great to look at, but the owner kept on looking with a face that said 'You better not break anything' so it was a tad uncomfortable. I had a great time and couldn't walk all day Saturday because of all the muscles I pulled. I want to make further voyages into Midtown!
Signing off,
Artsy Sheep
- Mood:
refreshed - Music:Kaoru Wada, New Japan Philharmonic - Hikari -KINGDOM Orchestra Instrumental Version- (Kingdom Hearts
I don't know if you guys are Miyavi fans, but I am... and was lucky enough to find the Heart Sutra on one of the forums I visit (DoA, Lynsey posted it), which some of you might know.. is his back tattoo. The rest of his tattoos aren't -that- difficult to find but I wanted to share this one. <3
-Arsty Sheep, signing out.
- Mood:
tired - Music:Jpop Remixes - 05 Do Over Again (Tatsumaki Remix)
A couple of weeks ago, I was in the city, and it was about 3 or 4 in the afternoon, I believe it was Monday the 10th. Now normally, I would head to Broadway and take the express bus there, but imagine my surprise when I come about two blocks short, and there are people with flags and booklets, chanting things! I didn't quite recognize what was going on, and perhaps I would have missed it entirely, but I had to head toward Broadway. Now, I went another block... but everything past that was completely blocked off by the police. I could hear loudspeakers past that now, and the streets were crowded with crowds of people trying to walk across the police detours.
I have to say, I'm not a particularly perceptive girl, because even though I realized -something- must be going on, I didn't quite understand what it was. Either way, I took the route around (and walked another 4 blocks as a result), and got unto broadway where I saw hundreds and hundreds of people, mostly mexicans, standing in front of a platform with a speaker and a large screen. They were making speeches about legalizing illegal immigration (yes, I know the way I say it makes it sound oxymoronic). I understood what it all was at once, then. In fact, I heard every word twice, because I'd taken Spanish for quite a few years and every sentence was repeated in both English and Spanish. They shouted phrases like "We are Americans" and "We deserve equal rights!". I have to say, it was quite the event. Now, honestly, at that point... I wasn't as interested in the potentially-historic role of these protests as I was on getting home.
I headed down Broadway, but came upon a police blockade that would only allow people who worked or lived on the following street. After standing behind the blockade for 15 minutes or so in an effort to explain that I needed to get to my bus (which, I later found out, wasn't running due to the protests), I was forced to turn back. An interesting thing happened while I was attempting to get through, a woman had taken out her passport as identification for the police officer (only she later discovered her home address wasn't written on it and thus it wasn't much good), and although it was a US passport, I caught a glimpse that she was from the 'Dominican Republic'. I wondered for some time after, what did she think about these protests? How did she feel?
Of course, I never got an answer, nor had I expected one. On my way to the train, I did pay more attention to all the protests and speeches. While pushing through a crowd I can only descibe as gigantic, I saw tons and tons of Mexicans holding American flags. It almost seemed strange, to some extent, when they were speaking in Spanish between each other yet coming to this protest and waving the flag. I do not hold an opinion on whether their presence in the US should be legalized or not... but it allowed me to take a view upon their stance beyond the newspapers. It was an interesting experience, and you can make from it what you will, but I wanted to share it.
-Artsy Sheep, signing out.
On Friday, I was rushing from my computer to the TV in the other room to see the Olympic opening ceremony. I slipped and fell flat on my front. Ouch. My injuries were: My upper arm, my knee, and my jaw. They're still hurting quite a bit but it's gotten better.
Today after swimming, my shoes must have been wet and thus I came crashing on the staircase. Oddly enough, two of my friends didn't even -look back-. Rude? Hell yeah. I'm going to hope they simply didn't notice I fell, despite the very loud sound. ^_^; My other friend did notice though and asked me if I was alright and such, and luckily, I was and had no more injuries to add to the list. <3
Conclusion? Be more careful to avoid falls and know which friends will be useless if anything bad ever happens to you.
On a more loyal friend note, one of my friends promised to send me some manga I wanted to read. I can't wait! The shoujo to compliment all the shounen-ai I read. xD
Signing off,
Artsy Sheep
- Mood: complacent
- Music:Taro Iwashiro - Until We Meet Again (Rurouni Kenshin OS 10)
...it's not so nice though, to have exams that week. History, Two different Mathematics, Chemistry, and Drafting. In short - ugh. I've been reading textbook after textbook. Today's reading book: A Math Book I covered a few years ago (and yet being re-tested on (!) ), and a Chemistry Textbook for tommorow. Anyhow, I doubt anyone is too concerned about these things. *rips out the rest of the paragraph she wrote baout exams*
On my site (www.demontears.com), I've been doing Guard duty for the first time in months. For readers who have never been to DT, when a roleplayer enters, they meet the guards at the 'Outskirts' to enter the gates of the city. It is their first RP, and our way of having an RP test of sorts. However, it -is- rare that we'll turn a user away. It's been refreshing to do Guard Duty but I have to say, I still dislike it. When I first opened the site, I did so much of it that I now have a permanent distaste for it. I'd left moderators to do it for a long while, but... with one moderator moving, another one on IRL related hiatus, and one slacking off (must kick him), I've had to do it on my own. Thing should return to normal by Friday though, and I'm glad.
I was reading my friend's list of posts today, when I spotted a post by Cap'n that wasn't related to WoW. I was surprised, and sad too, once I found out she was having emotional trouble again. I haven't spoken to her in quite a long time though (she doesn't go on AIM much), thus I can't even do anything to comfort her. Don't you wish sometimes, that you could just do -something- for your friends, be some help, yet your hands are tied behind your back? It's like that.
Despite my very rare posts, I tend to visit this place 1-5 times a day. I'm part of some communities (that I keep out of my friend lists for easy browsing) that I read daily. However, it is only on a blue moon that I really feel like I want to write in this journal. I wonder if those habits would change if more people commented on my entries. *pokes readers* Anyone out there? :)
I suppose I should go now, I have things to do and my ramblings have gotten rather long. I hope everyone is doing well.
Signing out,
Artsy Sheep
- Music:15-Marche militaire-Seth and Maryse Carlin
The clock struck midnight. The rugged man turned his back and left the room, heading with a group to inform the others that nothing was to be gotten through debate and conversation. A short drive, and he was amongst his own, the transit union. A ballot was passed, and a decision was made. A strike. If they wouldn't get their demands through speech, they would receive their demands by force.
3 am. The people of New York still lay sleeping, but a decision had been made for them. They'd struggle that morning, that day, and perhaps longer due to a simple whisper let out of a room. An announcement was made, and suddenly, the buses became empty. The subways unattended. Within mere minutes, the transit strike was on and transportation was down. However, the people of New York didn't yet know this. They slumbered peacefully without a second thought, after all, they had expected the strike last week... and it hadn't happened. There had been mumbles, threatening words, but nothing to suggest that today might be the day every bus in the city to freeze. No secret signal that those underground trains would stand frozen. None.
The city dwellers awakened that morning, and were frozen in realization as they stared at their television screens in surprise. There hadn't been a transit strike since 1980, how, how, could they do this now? Were strikes not illegal? However, they were soon overtaken by thoughts regarding how they'd get to work, get their children to school, who would they carpool with to achieve the 4-people in a car city entrance minimum... panic rushed through a city. That morning, thousands... perhaps millions of people walked across bridges in freezing 22 degree temperatures. They car-pooled, found alternate methods to reach work, and many simply stayed home. While many students attended schools near their homes, others stayed home chuckling, wondering how a mere two-hour delay would ever help them defeat a multi-hour commute. After all, the bridges stood still, and cars just barely crawled across them, the traffic being so severe.
Soon, it was 4 o'clock. Panic caught people once more. They had reached work that morning, but how would they ever return? A few hours walking once more? Perhaps a few miles hike to that ferry? With some luck, it would take less than an hour to come this time...
...what happened? We'll see. After all, this story isn't a fictional novel but merely my life today. I had no way to reach school, seeing as it is within the city... and it would take me many hours to walk. My fear, though, is that this strike will last more than one day. What, then? While missing class one day is alright, staying home and watching the news, starting my vacation a week early isn't quite as sweet as it sounds. I'm intending to carpool tommorow, I've found a person who might drive.
As I write this, on the television, I hear the story of how the Red Cross is handing out coffee at the center of the bridge, and how some santas are selling heating belts (?). I also hear a woman shrieking about how frozen she is. Let us hope for the best, us being myself and whoever might actually read this.
-Artsy Sheep
Shortly: I loved it.
On Monday, I could barely get into the routine of regular life, and I didn't truly want to. I felt sleepy by the end of that day, possibly due to the change in sleeping time. However, the rest truly did help me and I managed to get my drafting project done. Truncated Rectangular Prism - Complete! The 3D model, too! :)
Today, I had the time to go to my 'Manga-ka' club, and did some drawing. The theme is Christmas; and I have three weeks to complete the artwork. Color is allowed. I have this idea, and if anyone reads this, I'd like to share it:
The first panel, this woman is speaking, panel shows her. Non-bubble speech. "Every Christmas, I dreamed the angels of Christmas would grant my wish..."
The second panel, which takes up the majority of the page shows a Christmas tree with a male angel lying under it, wrapped in Christmas ribbons. "However, I never thought it would be quite like THIS."
Yes, yes, cue the shoujo warning. Now, I intend to continue the story if so wanted... but I'd rather leave it at that, seeing as the task is to make a single page. I think I'll do some anatomy studies for the male in the coming days.
Here's hoping that all is well,
The Sheep
I've been overworked lately. Test after test that results in unpleasing grades, a large amount of homework and the occasional project. I know of course, that this is mostly related to the ending of the Marking Period; right before Thanksgiving. Afterwards, it'll be easier. However, I'm twitching and my stomach turns as I think of that report card. Since I was a small child, I've always dreaded doing worse on a report card than I did on the previous one. This was probably why, for many years, I had a habit of doing horribly the first marking period so whatever I got on the second would be an improvement. However, this year... I did wonderfully, causing me the chaotic stress and tears. This month, I burst into tears over a 79. While, it' not exactly the best grade, it's... frightning that I has such a strong negative response over a grade that's not 'so bad'. However, it was followed shortly by an even worse Chemistry Test, as I'd been forced to take the test on the same day a term project was due for History... a project that sucked up my time. I'm a mess, really. I didn't do well on the re-take, even. Ugh.
I need no fortune-telling to tell me that I won't be happy with that cursed piece of paper that grades my achievements and shortcomings. I don't want to see the damn page, and I wish they wouldn't make me. I want to draw, I want to enjoy my life... I hate the feeling that my life will be ruined by a single letter on the page.
I shouldn't write about it. I feel that whip, cracking once again, reminding me this is a DISTRACTION, reminding me I have to finish my homework and get working on this latest project due Wednesday. Reminding me I have a Chemistry Test on Tuesday, and Wednesday is stolen by Spanish. Not to mention there is Drafting Practical, that I forgot the date of... oh please, save me, someone. >.<
However, you can't. No one can besides myself... and I'm failing... oh so terribly. I'm sorry for my rant. Good-bye.
In class, most subjects are fine, although I constantly worry about my tendency to panic during exams. Even things I am completely sure of and know well, I tend to lose in a fit of panic. This is especially evident in subjects like Spanish where I often find myself struggling to form a sentence although in a relaxed situation, I can ramble easily in the language, whether written or spoken. It seems that ever so often, my worst enemy is by no means my lack of knowledge but my the panic that devours me during exams... and one can't study to eliminate -that-.
Math, is simply complicated, but thusly, managable as it's a matter of learning concepts. My lack of ability to develop my -own- concepts and derive formulas with creative methods though, I doubt I can do anything about. Perhaps if I study more thoroughly, it'll grow easier. Drafting, which tortures me to bits with measurements is unfortunately enough the closest thing I have to art this term, and I'm rather glad I have at least one such subject. Spanish can be described as horrific, which is the topic of the previous paragraph. Chemistry comes near-naturally to me in understanding, and surprises me as I have never had much care for the subject before. I enjoy it, as I do English. An easy teacher this time, and I opted for the Classical rather than European Literature, seeing as I prefer various mythology as opposed to tales of the Revolutionary Ideals. History, remains a class I'm fond of, but unfortunately, the teacher... is not to be envied. She enjoys seeing students struggle as she generates assignments much too long for given time and commands us to do most of what she teachers for homework. History, itself though, I adore. I enjoy seeing it play out, as if each person is a figurine, moving across a chessboard. Perhaps, I'm just odd? Still, it's pleasent.
Outside school, I have had quite little time, relying on social interaction being friends I see during my multiple free periods. I need to do my weekly artwork for an online art exchange I'm part of, and I have a vague concept for it that needs to appear on paper. My own site, DemonTears, I've briefly been visiting to be sure that all is functioning and to answer private messages. I will need to contact some of my moderators and ask them for some updates on current events. Furthermore, I am amidst the installing of a new section to the site, a link list of sorts, functioning as a list of various submitted roleplay sites with link and descriptions that cycle with each refreshing. Instead of sorting sites by popularity, I wish to provide every link with an equal opportunity to be viewed.
I suppose, my rambling has gone overboard now, and I've lost the one reader I have, so I best go.
-Artsy Sheep
- Mood:
contemplative
Certainly, it does seem like someone is beating the sky till it frees all the rain it has held hostage this summer. The past summer had been full of scorching heat and plenty of opportunity to eat ice cream and enjoy the beach. It had rained perhaps once during the entire time. I loved every single moment of it, as not only was I free from classes, but I could spend my days outside.
However, the weather seems to have found a time for revenge. In the summer, I remember having to water the trees and wilting flowers every other day to keep them vibrant. Now, autumn has come in a rather large way. Gallons are pouring from the sky for a few days now. The street outside resembles a river and the idea of leaving the house is downright frightning as it will doubtessly result in a very damp sheep with fingers frozen from the wind.
I want to indulge in photography, but the weather forbids it. The lighting is downright terrible, and I refuse to use artificial lighting of any sort due to not only lack of it, but the fact that the results could never compare to the lighting of a bright day. Instead, I'm studying woefully long lists of vocabulary and see the impending doom of homework glaring at me despite today being my day off. After all, it's Yom Kippur, no school... a holy day to many, including my father. Yet it seems, no god is smiling upon as as the rain pours.
Am I perhaps a tad too dramatic? Over-reacting about a few days of unpleasent weather? Perhaps.
-Artsy Sheep, signing off.
- Mood:
sad
In fact, four years ago, I had another, with a name that I can only imagine I must have been drunk on something (perhaps cough syrup?) to have created. Naturally, I might think the same about this particular name, but I rather hope I still find it clever and witty in a while.Best I forget about that for the moment though, and focus on how to introduce myself to you.
I have a few options. I could be one of those silly people that rants on-and-on about one of their many specific hobbies, or I could be one of the people who rambles about nothing. Better yet, I can waste your time by telling you to read my bio. However, I decide.. that informing you that none of the above -truly- matter unless I prove myself to be an active member is the best course of action.
After all, what do you care who a person is if they make but one post?
-Artsy Sheep, signing off.
- Mood:
amused - Music:Shoji Meguro - Staff Roll
