So, I've somewhat finished the first chapter oF a comic Wonderland: Lost. I've been working on and off of it for a month or two and it's just kind of turned into.... this thing. Which is funny, because I've been working on three other stories for at least one or two years. Yet this little quickie can all of the sudden get produced. A hur hur hur, maybe I'm neglectful, or I just put way too much time into them.


I know with Epoch I'm neglectful. Welcome to Purgatory and Faulty Fables I spend way too much time on, and I just-- THEY'RE MY BABIES. I'd actually like to get those published.

Anyways. This is a somewhat complete chapter. I REALLY need to give Ritchardson more screen time (I just love Charlie way too much) and I actually have to edit everything in there. But, this is just to see if anybody would read this. I'll be adding in a better explanation later when I have time, or inspiration. Haha.

( Cut for the chapter )So, here it is.Tell me your opinion!

I'm gonna call it this thing and be content with life. I might even make like a little area specifcally for it. It's gonna be like a little therapy doodle thing, where I can be as crappy with it as I want. I'm not gonna do anything with it.



Afroman and dread man are the same person. He's spliced with a sheep and I'm going with the dreadish things. I forget what kinda sheep that is D: Also, when I went to go look for sheep on google, a man eating sheep popped up. ilu internet ♥

Red head chick is spliced with a lion and she started this whole thing. so far, she's thoroughly enjoyable to draw :D Fro once.

Blackish blue haired chick is named cassandra. I already made her long long ago.

Does anybody know how to bind books? Like, say, for maybe a sketchpad? I'm sick of dragging around a 9x12 D:<

Why, hello thar.

Everyone...

I really should update this more. But it's not like many people have this lj! :D

Most of this is stuff from DA. Nothing new to those who stalk me there.

Or stalk me in person in general xDDDD
 











I'm also EXTREMELY LAZY. I don't really want to put a descrip here.

But here's a rough description:

Top two are old art projects from Narrative. I don't know HOW Elkin let me get away with the first one. I REALLY DON'T.

Third picture is a 5 hour plane doodle. I could either rot my brain out watching Ghosts of Girlfriends Pasts or draw.<small> NOOOOO THANK YOU!</small>

I took the easier option obviously!

Last two are work doodles. I brought a sharpie to work.

I need to make a habit out of that. Working at the Mission is BORING~!

Hm. that icon looks like Sally's on acid. OH DEARIE ME ~

Holy crap. so I'm gonna update with a BUNCH of images from my last sketchpad. However, there are alot of drawing I WANT to post, but I have no idea WHAT to post....



AUGH. WHY ME.

Also- Procrastination before going to work is GOLDEN I TELL YOU.

GOLDEN.

Why do people keep thinking we're going out?? We're total opposites. He's looking for a good time, and I'm loooking for something substantial

We bicker and disagree on how the other acts. (Mostly on his part).

WHY??

It's just ridiculous. Jsut because two people hang out alot does not mean that they're dating.

And what makes it worse, is that my art class thinks that. JUST because we hang out in the store room.


IT'S SO FRUSTRATING.

I'd never go out with that prick the way he is now. And he's not changing anytime soon. So it's a hell no.

Everyone get your heads otu of your asses D:<

It's a beautifully done movie. Emma Thompson is AMAZING. I get the feeling if I see any other movies she's done, I will develop a womanly crush on her <3 I kept tearing up through the second half of the movie, and the scene with professor ashford broke down whatever resolve I created to not cry.

However, getting made fun of by a douchebag who has Creative Writing, saw the movie earlier than I did this school year, is not amazing.

I will kick Alex's teeth in.

I feel like screaming at him right now.

Yeah he says he's honest. honesty is the best thing to have. There's a border between honesty and being a total fucking prick. If I see him in art tomorrow, and he decides to poke at that again, I will break him.

Elisa would you like to help?

Organization XIII and some Epoch doodlings. I don't know why Nik is in drag. MAybe it was an undercover thing lol.

I like the Phil (green and purplehair) and demyx the best. :\

Not in a great mood tonight. Getting cussed out and ganged up on by your parents isn't fun. I wish I was back in Hawaii.

That was the trippiest art class ever! one of my friends in art, Seth, brought in a camera and was showing us pictures of his family. They were like, oh you're sister is so pretty! blah blah blah, cracking jokes about how his brother looks nothing like him. they call him the milk man, because he a) as I've stated, looks nothing like him and b) is WAAAAY lighter than his older brother.

I was all, Oh I wanna see it! So I get the camera.

Adn it's Ross. My brother's really good friend.

SO. DAMN TRIPPY. We've been talking about our families for SO long right now, with out names, and DAMN.


Gods that was hella funny. I can't wait to tell my brother hahahaha.


Also:

I'VE GOT SOMETHING TO PUT IN YOU.

AT THE GAY BAR!

idk it's an addicitng song. LOOK IT UP!

God. First of all, I bombed the essay portion of my english final cause dumbass people were talking during it.

Second of all, I'm a crap writer.

Third, I'M MAKING MYSELF READ THE GARBAGE THAT IS TWILIGHT TODAY (Why do I do this to myself??)

Fourth, two dogs, a chiuaua and a rotweiler (one of my favourite dogs) were loose on our street. They were emaciated, to the point that there ribs were slightly exposed. The rotweilers shoudlers were showing, and usually those dogs are honestly much fatter than what I saw. I just had to put two dogs down; my house is so empty to the point that i doesn't feel like a home right now. There's a space thatI feel needs to be filled. We're missing our family.

( Rant. Don't read unless you're a glutton for punishment lol )

I don't like happy. I don't get happy. What is HAPPY?

Whenever I do an art project, I focus on a darker emotion or theme. I always  get stares like "You should get checked out." But in all honesty:

Happy is boring and redundant. Nowadays people are content with the same recycled happy garbage that comes out every month. I can't stand that happy. Every horrible moment gets glazed over in a reproduced kodak moment for the masses. It's disgusting.

It's not like I do something so frightening, or disturbing I think. I did a Mona Lisa picture of just her skeleton. Someone gave me an odd look. My grandmother said straight to my face she thought it was"ghoulish", and didn't hide the fact that she hated it. She looked repulsed, even. Why did I put only draw her skeleton? People waned to  know everything about her. Who she was, why she smiled that way. They wanted her to bare her soul to society, taking away the mystery, stripping her down to nothing. And I believe a while ago they did.

I admit I could have done the picture better.

Whatever. I'm not going to stop. I guess maybe I like apparently disturbing pictures. I like to make you think, and now I'm beginning to like making you squirm in your seats. Demand that you look at what you'd rather ignore.

Ignoring the bad things in the world won't make them go away. It just makes them stronger.

And with that final note, I now have another theme for my project. I LOVE THIS BUAHAHA.

{EDIT} I got the song name wrong before. but now, I FIND THE ACTUAL TITLE STRANGELY IRONIC :D

To my dear Aunt (Sally):

We've known each other for so long. I adore you because you're amazingly funny and generally a great person. I feel bad for you when people comment on how you've gained weight the past couple of years; I sympathize. I wish I could tell them to kindly watch their mouths, even though I have no standing to do so because I am younger and they are the older "monarchs" of our family tree. You're a joy to our family and always have the best stories when you come to visit. You can make a joke about anything. You make everyone laugh until they cry and feel a bit better in their day.

But this is where I must kindly ask you not to use me as a vengeful tool on my grandmother. I don't appreciate you using my upcoming graduation as a way to express your distaste at my grandmother in a cruel joke that urts more than that one person you are targeting. I don't appreciate being used to rub salt into the wound that my grandmother missed your daughter (my cousin's) graduation last may from her catholic highschool for my brother's graduation from the university of Manoa. It doesn't mean she loves the your children less. I must point out Aunt (Sally) that you had to miss the first day of graduation ceremonies for your older daughter to go to your younger daughter's graduation from her catholic junior highschool.

We are all left with decisions. Grandmother, in he beginning, was able to GO to your daughter's graduation, because she and my grandfather decided to book a cruise. Their travel agent was aware of the double graduation and picked certain dates so you would not miss either graduation and keep both parties happy and content. However, how shall I put it, that cruise line FUCKING TANKED because of our economy so we were told at the time. Their travel agent , in a rush, booked them on another cruise, along with ALL of their friends and family who were also inconvenienced at the time. Unfortunately, it so happens that they could not keep the previous dates, and the new booking did not include enough time to go to your daughter's graduation.

It was not her fault that the cruise line went out of business (which upon going TO HAWAII, we discovered that said cruise line never actually went out, or moved to the bahamas like they claimed). Nor was it her fault she had not seen my brother since last christmas. That he doesn't have enough money in his wallet, because he is a COLLEGE STUDENT, to fly out every weekend and see us. Where as your parents (my grandparents) have gone to almost every soccer game, every sport your children have tried through out their lifetime. That they get to see your children, most of the grandchildren more often than my brother currently because we live within the same state, and by happy decision, within 3 cities.

Do not stand there, and joke around about my grandparents missing my graduation to go to the wedding of a family friend, who can't keep a steady relationship to save her life and has been engaged 3 times so far, who we barely see now in the first place. I do understand I am being hypocritical in my comment on how often we see my grandaprents. I live i nthe same city as them. I can see them often.

But just because I live in the same city, just because they missed your daughters graduation for my brother's, do not take it out on me. I have been getting crap about graduating for the last couple months over something as trivial as service hours. My parents have been talking like I am not there about how uncetain the future is now and to "see if I will graduate by the end of the year." While I am still in the same room and well within hearing range. I am taking two AP classes. One of which I wasn't sure I  would be able to pass, until I realized how far I have to push myself to get a good grade n the class. I have a goal of getting mostly A's on my report card. yes I do know that I have 2 art classes and a TA class that dont' seem hard. I continually push my self i nboth classes to get my assignments done, and go beyond what my teachers are expecting out of e as ap leasant surprise. I am also taking an easy as econ class and am lsleeping through it with a B in the class.

You may have had too many drinks that night. And these things just slipped out of your mouth. And you just hapened to be joking with the woman who is the main source as to why my graduation is a touchy subject for me. Right in my face. As I said before, I don't appreciate this. At all. My graduation means I get out of the shithole that has been my life for the past 4 years. A shithole filled with people I hate save for my friends who are the only thing keeping me from going off the handle.

I love my school, but I don't love the people. i've grown up with Husky pride since I was a small girl. I'm stuck in a place with more people than I can stand who are fake and want to blend in with everyone else. This place is not home to me, and I cannot wait to get out of it.

Please do not fucking use me to guilt my gradnmother. It's not classy, or right as her daughter, my dear Aunt (Sally), to do so. It belittles you as a person when you're so much more in my eyes. Unless as the stupid child you think I am for using me without thinking I would catch on, then maybe you really are a spiteful woman when it's convenient and I as the child am being foolish for olding you up in my naive eyes.

So in all honest, despite my love for you:

Fuck you. I'm not a fucking tool. I am a person with feelings and goals in life. Don't fucking use that against me or other people who have done you wrong. It makes you out to be an utter fucking bitch.

Yes iot did offend you when my grandparents weren't able to fucking go, but please get the fuck over it. And stop using me just because I am the only on graduating this year in my family. Dont' forgetthere's still your youngest daughter in 3 more years. And your 12 year old son. Put a sock in it, or better yet, put your foot in your mouth and take the stick that's currently protruding out of your ass.

                                                                                                                                                   Love your niece,
                                                                                                                                                                           Amy

This is phillipe. He's a minor god of chaos.

I'm quite partial to him :)

I really only like the pose I drew of him.

And he came out to damn pretty.  Stupid stupid.

Prick.

HOLEE CRAP.

WTF.

HOW'D I GET SICK SO FUCKING FAST.

IT'S ALL IN MY HEAAAAAAAAAAD LALALALALALA~

FUCK YOU NIGHTSEEKER. AND SANE PEOPLE DON'T ASK WHO HE IS.



Kay, this was a quick sketch. I'll upload shit from my sketch tomorrow. I really hope this doesn't get any worse. I feel like acid was poured into my eyes. Fucking sea salt air Dx

( Rant )
Sorry for the rant :\. MAybe if I unload on the journal I can work through this. Ugh. AMybe like a dump everyweek. jsut let it all out. and set it to private. :D

Oh I just LOVE Ap english. AND I JSUT ADORE HAMLET. CAN'T YOU TELL??! *twitch*