Tomorrow morning I'm going to Cornerstone Festival with my family. I'll be gone a week.

Soooo I'll talk to y'all later. <3

I've been working on my part of an art trade today, it's an animation. My hand hurts.

Today I cleaned my bedroom. I feel pure.

Pet Peeve of the Day: I hate it when people abbreviate Wikipedia as "Wiki."

I was walking home from the library today, head hung down as usual, when a lady in a car yelled "Hey girl! Little FYI. Keep your head up and straight or you're liable to get plugged."

....I want to move far away from this neighborhood where apparently people get shot for just walking around minding their own business.

I feel like I haven't been on the Internet much lately.
I haven't signed in on MSN at all in like a week. I don't go on Storm or dA as much.

Life just keeps hurling crap at me. Bleh.

Here, have baby gerbils to make up for such a boring and mumbly post:

Surprise by ~frosthorse on deviantART

It was me and my man's anniversary today (er, yesterday technically.)
We had awesome plans but they were canceled because of an unexpected car insurance bill. (I don't know how my man manages to forget things like that but he does). But we went on a picnic which was OK.

And then happy times were over because my roommate's cat had some epic emergency and there was stress and so today sucked because I was all excited about doing fun stuff. I even got sorta dressed up.

I give up.

I saw my roommate's venus fly trap catch an ant! It was awesome, the jaws just snapped down on it.

And I've been having a constant nagging stomachache for two days straight. This does not usually happen to me, I'm annoyed and a little nervous.

Instead of working on the drawings I owe people I've been messing around with my layout on LJ and Storm. I don't even know why I'm procrastinating. I think I'm getting depressed again.

I have been writing but it's turning into weird emo schlock instead of how I pictured it.

Do any of you guys wonder what people are saying about you behind your back? Not in a paranoid way, but honestly curious? I talk about other people all the time in my circles online and IRL, I can't help but wonder what others say about me. Or if I'm even noticeable enough to be talked about.
On a related note, does anyone else secretly admire other online people but not really know how to approach them? I always feel dumb being like "I agree with everything I've ever seen you say and your art is amazing will you stoop to be my friend?" or "Your circle of friends is so witty and fun-looking, can you pry open a spot for me amongst you?" I'm too shy and lazy to go and talk to people most times though. Meh.

I've been reading up on books about carpentry and woodworking to add some authenticity to my stories with Laaer, a character of mine who works with wood for a living. It is really fun. It would be great if I could get some good reference photos of old-fashioned carpenters at work so I could paint some pictures of him, but I have no camera and I don't think we have a lot of historical re-enactment places around here.

All evening, my head has felt totally empty and spacey like I've been huffing nitrous oxide. It's really weird. But it feels kinda good, lol.

I got my orange belt in Tae Kwon Do today.

This has never happened before.
I escaped TVtropes after reading only 2 articles.

Yesterday we acquired a guinea pig. Some people on my street were trying to get him out from under the car he was hiding in, I walked by, and long story short he became mine.
His name is now Oily and he is brown and white. And he has little cowlicks all over and is very sweet (just a little shy).
(I checked the newspaper lost and found, craigslist lost and found, and the local humane society lost pets pages and there were no reports of a missing guinea pig. So he will stay with us.)

UPDATE: Oily is actually a she! :o

Wisconsin is being really rainy and brown and pretty. I wish I had a camera.

Also everyone on my friends list seems to have collapsing lives and/or is really upset. All at the same time. And I'm too depressed myself to really console anyone. Blerrrrrgh

I have a tae kwon do test soon. I am only moderately confident. I've got to remember more stuff than in the last test.

I've been reading Frank Peretti and apparently just sitting down and reading something new is all it took to get me in a writing mood again. And I read a book about developing characters by Orson Scott Card, which went into the MICE (milieu-idea-character-event) explanation of plot types and I realized my Naasenor Story switches from being a Milieu story to a Character one midway through. That's probably why the worldbuilding in the second half seems so dull. Hunh.

I weigh less than I have ever weighed since I was like 14.
I kind of wish I hadn't tossed all my cool, old jeans, thinking I'd never fit them again.

Though I still have some cool shorts I thought I'd never get to wear again, but now I bet they'd fit. I should go try them on.

The downside of this is that all my jeans are so loose they can fall off without even being unbuttoned. I have no money to buy more clothes.

Arpie is depressed.
I'm filled with dread about everything.
I dread the end of next month because our household has no stable income and we're going to be homeless again. I dread drawing because I just screw up all the time. I dread tae kwon do because I just fall over and suck. I dread writing because it takes forever for me to get in the zone because my roommate talks at me constantly. I even dread Storm-artists a little because I'm always weeks behind on my watches.
So I sit around worrying and wanting to die. I feel like a kid again.

I'm working picture and I'm pretty closely following a stock photo as reference.
Out of curiosity, I took the reference picture and overlaid it on the painting I'm working on. The nose lines up perfectly.

...But I didn't trace it. It just happens to line up.

*mystified*

So why does everyone cool live in Australia. Or Ontario. Or Alaska.
These are not easy places to visit, people!
(Ignoring the fact that cool people probably live right here in Wisconsin but I refuse to leave my home and meet them because that would involve "eye contact" and "risking looking stupid.")

That aside, good things are brewing at Storm-Artists, our house has money for once, and I went to Ella's Deli today and it's my 2nd favorite place in the world. So life is actually OK for once. Plus, due to a heating problem in my apartment, we can crack the windows open and the fresh air is giving me the happy heebie-jeebies.

Oh also also --> http://azarath.deviantart.com/art/commission-Knarson-bros-112109105
EEE! (joyful)

The following 3 songs came on consecutively on my Media Player, which is set to shuffle:
"Nothing is Ever Enough" by Derek Webb
"Nothing is Everything" by Dogwood
"Everything" by The Juliana Theory.

It's clearly a sign. Of Something.

I painted a new picture today and I want to paint anotherrrrrr
But I don't know what of.

An enjoyable Bear Day was had.

My friend who's living with me still has no employment. Stupid economy.

I've had insomnia again lately.

My house is a mess but I am too lazy to clean it.
Instead I've been writing a lot lately even though my arm feels like it's going to fall off.

EDIT: I JUST LOOKED AT MY TOES AND THEY LOOK LIKE SOMEBODY ELSE'S TOES AND I FEEL WEIRD

So yeah my wrist/arm has been killing me lately (due to excessive computer use).

So I look up repetitive stress injury.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Repetitive_strain_injury

Apparently it is all in my head?? It does not feel like it is :/

I wish I wasn't afraid of going to the doctor.

Guess what I got as a Christmas present today?
Mice! 3 of them.
We think one of them is pregnant *eyes the cage warily*
If I had a camera I would show you pictures...

Please join artistsworking if you're an artsy person. It starts officially in January but new members are being accepted. JOINNNN

And, stolen from frazzled_niya -

1. OPEN PAINT
2. CLOSE YOUR EYES
3. DRAW A CAT
The resulting masterpiece: (WARNING: If you are prone to giggling at the library you may wish to not click on the cut. I'm looking at you, bowiespoon)

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