04.26.09
As far as any art goes, I don't feel like I've been doing too much of it lately. I mean, I've been making a lot of it (for school, etc.) but my heart isn't in it, or something. What happened?! I still know that I love to draw and I want to keep improving, but my inspiration is gone! Come back to meee! Maybe I've gotten a little bit better (nothing finished to show for it, my last update was art that is already dated, I'm so slow at putting things up). But it's like, two, three years ago even though I drew worse it was more fun, and when I learned something new or drew something better than other things I had made before it was exciting and now I feel like I'm only doing it because I don't know what else I would possibly do with myself. At the same time, I don't want to STOP drawing, I just want to enjoy it again. School is a huge vampire -- it leaves all your blood but it sucks out your money and then your soul. ; A; Please forgive me for not having new bases and art and stuff, I really want to, I don't know what's wrong with meeee.
On a lighter note, it is practically summer or feels like it anyway even though I'm still in school, and I'm visiting a friend in Georgia! I've been having a lot of fun even though I feel like I'm sleeping huge parts of the day away... jet lag topped with my already irregular sleeping pattern. It's 3 hours ahead of California here! 7:15am right now, but back home it's 4:15 am and, for me at least, wouldn't seem too bad to still be up. BUT HERE IS THE SUN, and the BIRDS... already... oh no. I'll just have to take a nap before she gets up, probably in a couple of hours. Oh well~!
Man okay I feel like all I'm doing is complaining, I don't feel bad though, just kind of tired and unexcited about myself (does that make sense?) I really miss my sister since she joined the Air Force, and although I actually do enjoy living with my parents (and brother) at 22 years old, I miss San Francisco and living on my own. And me & my family are moving to another house this summer, only about 30 minutes away but I'm pretty worn out on moving. In the last six years, I've moved over 8 times, including some awkward half move-ins and generally being a hobo. Although the minute things settle down I start feeling restless. Maybe I should live in an RV, then I can go wherever I want and not move to a new home! Hahahah. 
Well, I think I started this to actually say that I'm really excited for summer! I want to get better at swimming, and not worry about school and maybe draw my own things and actually be happy about them. I don't want to get a tan, but I do want to get some sun! I love napping in the sun, but it's best to nap inside on the floor by a window... no bees~
None of this made any sense. Probably because it's 7:20 in the morning and I've been watching Heroes since 4am.

OH! Also have been working with my friend on getting a comic up that we are plotting together. I haven't made a new page in months, we have a few stockpiled. The ones that are finished are really... really embarrassing. I made the first one almost a year ago, and vowed not to redraw the pages until the story was over... the paaaaaain, oh the pain.
It's my first comic.

02.13.09
It's already February, dudes! Spring seems to be happening really early in California, we're having all those April showers and everything. Nature, you're three months ahead of schedule! Stop it, you silly.
I was shopping in Lower Haight (a neighborhood in San Francisco) with a friend, and we got stuck in some surprise rain. Not the fun kind of rain where you laugh and maybe pretend to be bothered, or just ignore it and get completely drenched. This is the kind of rain where you were already thinking "Holy fuck it is cold outside it feels like someone put steak knives in a freezer for a long long time and is now stabbing them everywhere into my body." So, I was already feeling like that, then it began to downpour. It was so painful I can't even begin to describe. And there was wind, and it got dark. We walked to our bus stop, only to find our bus line backed up because the bus had been hit by a car. (No one was hurt.) We stood awhile before we realised no other buses were coming for now, and the line was probably on hold. Went into a coffee place, and I got a gigantic decaf coffee. I hadn't had coffee in fooorrreeverrrr, so I was all excited for it. Sat down at a table with my friend and began talking about how I had just mixed the perfect cup of coffee, and going on about how amazing my coffee was. IT WAS. Usually I get it too sweet, or too much soy milk which can be nasty. So, I made her taste it, and somewhere on its way back to me it just kind of flew out of her hand. Before it even hit the table, the lid came off, and the entire, scalding, extra large coffee was in my still-freezing lap. Okay, you know how if you're cold and you step into a tub of warm water, how it can hurt your feet? It was like that but at two extremes (boiling and freezing) and on my crotch and right thigh. I couldn't even react, I just sat there silently, probably with my goddamn eyes bulging out of my head, and I knew at that moment that I must have done something horrible to offend the forces of the universe. Everyone in the stupid cafe was staring at me, probably only for a few seconds, but obviously my sense of time was altered and everything was in slow motion, as The Perfect Cup of Coffee had just made a vicious and unwarranted attack on my vagina. The cleanup part is predictable and boring, so I'll skip to even more pain. Once we headed back outside into the rain and the freezing wind from the lower levels of Hell, we saw that our bus was still sitting there at the corner, but other bus lines that used the same cables were going by now, so another 71 had to be coming soon. As we waited, the scalded area (mainly on my thigh) began to hurt really... really badly, because now this awesome ice wind was blowing against the gigantic wet areas on my dress and stockings and turning them into mini ice rinks that just kind of rested against the burns.
Honestly, though, I actually saw the humour in all of it even as it was happening. After my initial silence of pain from the coffee, I started cracking up, which probably seemed weird, but that coffee thing was damn ironic. 8D
And two good things came out of braving the rain and cold: I got fucking awesome green Doc Marten boots for my Silver Age Robin costume, and I found a box of pasta shells made of only corn and vegetable oil, which meant I had something to eat for dinner! And I didn't buy any, but I discovered some packaged cake... pastry thingies that I can eat without dying, and I know where to buy them now! (I miss soft foods like bread so very, very much.)

10.02.08
Yaoi-con was last weekend. >w> It was more fun than last year, I swear. And had the same amount of "why the fuck are we doing this I hate you all" moments. Like when our train skipped the town and stopped in Hillsdale, and we had to walk the next town over to the Mariott in full costume, with huge luggage bags, in the fucking sun. But still, the convention was insanely awesome~~ *O* There were so many people this year, and my friend and I entered the cosplay contest. Even the Yaoi Mad-Libs, which sound lame by title, were so funny I almost cried. But now, I'm back to real life and shitloads of homework. :D The picture is actually something on my desk right now that I just fucked the hell up by adding an ink wash to the background but now it is too late. I want to update my illustration gallery but I have no time! Only time to MAKE new art, not time to share it. ; O; So sad, so sad! 
I actually didn't spend that terribly much on the convention this year! Altogether, I think, $150? That includes registration, food, hotel, and transportation. Not costumes... -_- But I'll re-use those! Shhh. I'm a cosplay whore.
What I really want NOW is a new piercing, and a cover-up for my terribly designed back tattoo. It is, you guessed it, a wing. How original. But really. I just need a prettier wing. I got this right when I turned 18 and, as tattoos are when you're 18, it's ugly and a mistake. : D BUT I NEED TO FOCUS ON CLASS WORK AND STOP WANTING ANYTHING ELSE, EVER, or I'll never pass. I still want to pixel soooo bad. Why can't I. ; O; Every time I finish an assignment I slaved away on, HERE COMES A NEW ONE. Aaaaaaaaahhhhh. Can Yaoi-con happen again yet?!

09.06.08
I think this semester at school is gonna be the most difficult one I've had yet, but at the same time I think I'll finally start improving in the direction I want to go. My art has all seemed like a dead-end lately. I'm finally taking that anatomy class I needed, as well as two illustration classes (one digital and one traditional), and then History of American Illustration.

I know that I need a lot of work in improvement. My composition is either terrible or nonexistent, anatomy leaves something to be desired, I'm completely unhappy with my colouring style and choices. It's just a mess all over the place and I feel terrible about my art, but I know that it takes a long time to be really good, and I've been working hard and I'll continue to work hard forever if I need to. Hopefully I will have some good stuff to put up here these next few months! Finally I'm into some drawing-intensive classes that are not three-minute life drawings in vine charcoal on newsprint half my own height. Although I -have- been meaning to photograph a few of those, because I've done some good ones that I'm more proud of than the stuff up on this site.

Thanks so much for your support, you guys. Even a nice comment or an honest critique from one person can really bring up my day, just to know you took the time out to look around even a page or two of my site. It means a lot more to me than people actually know.

I'm going to Yaoi-Con this year, again. If you're going to be there, you should hit me up and send me an e-mail! Or try to find me, I'll be dressed as Miwako. I'll also be dressed as L (since he stole my fucking hair), but I think that'll be exponentially harder to pick out... hahaha.

^chibi-tan^

So, for now, I think I am happy with my hamster, Snowball, and my mini cactus Chiru-chan. My family has three cats that aren't supposed to be allowed in my room, because they keep me awake at night and get cat fur stuck in my eyes while I sleep -_- But they come in here anyway, because cats always follow me, probably because I spoil them so badly. I love having cats, but when I move out again I think I won't have a cat; they're just so much work. They poop and cough up hairballs and knock things over and want attention. I can't take it! They scream at my door all night, and want to be carried around in my arms like a baby, and want to eat my food, and sleep on my face. They're so bad. XD

One of my cats has an embarassing habit... even though he's been neutered, he steals and rapes all my stuffed animals. Sometimes up to around ten of them a day go missing from my room. He also likes to do this to my faux mink blanket, and my WIGS, most recently. I mean really. Who wants to wear a wig that's been raped by a cat? It's terrible.

No new pets for me, oh no.