I hate upside-down drawings.

However, Jonah is getting us a real camera so that's very exciting.
And every week that I don't bite my nails is a week sooner that I'll have it.
And I'll get it before the New York trip in April.
Which is also very exciting.

I'm going to go play with my shiny new watercolors now.


PS.
THE SKINNY WAIFY GIRLS IN MY PICTURES ARE NOT ME.
I don't want any more comments/notes telling me that my tiny cheeks are pretty. ._o

NEW ID.
And new photos.
Er, old photos that may as well be stuck up on DA, since... what's the point in being a photographer if you aren't showing off your work?

I was thinking that. If Jonah and Tabby want to do that "Hey let's pitch in money on one gift for Amanda" thing, they should definitely buy me a digi 35mm, because the photos I'm posting here are CRAP. Granted, they were taken with E's camera, but they could've been SO much cooler if I'd had a 35mm.

It really is about time that I resurrected this thing, though.

I'm having fun in art lately. Our teacher suggested this line activity, and it's incredibly kickass. I'm going to make a line card for Bo-Bo Doll, since she went in for kidney failure... and then she went into cardiac arrest this morning, and she's still in the hospital in an induced coma, at the moment. If mom goes down to see her, I want her to take the card to her, in hopes that it may cheer her up a bit.

I'm listening to the song that is going to be sung at my wedding.
By my daddy.
He says he'll be crying too much to sing though.

It seems to me, Margaret, that we're communicating and impacting on so many levels.
This observation, my dear, is not a new one.
Merely one hidden under the obvious. We don't give much thought to it anymore.
In fact, it is astounding how little you think about it until it's right in front of your eyes.
Are you taking this down Margaret?
Please do.

OKAY SO I'M NOT DEAD HOW COOL IS THAT.

However, I feel dead. o.- I had strep. And then I had my period for a week. Aaaand then I had this... throat-nose-stomach thing. I sounded like a freaking pubescent boy. I'm finally almost over it, courtesy of Augmentin and sleep perscribed by the doctorwhocalledmefat.
Honestly. It's not like I haven't noticed I'm not a stick insect.
When he can comment on it because of my health (instead of "You're a very pretty girl, if you'd just shed a few pounds...")
I'm happy with my ass. ROAR. D<
ANYWAYS.
I'm getting my voice back, which is really good, as I think we've got a rehersal for The Sound of Music that I need to attend (I missed the first two with my first bout of strep), since Linda "needs my voice."
Meaning that only four of the other nuns can sing.
*Quirked brow.*
Why would someone cast people that can't sing in a musical?
POLITICS.

I should be working on a story for English.
But I don't want to change it from the narrative.
I'm going to post the original here in a minute or two.
"Get Away."

Aaaand let's see.
I need to re-dye my hair.
And make sure that Pink Flamingos and Suicide Club are coming in with our next batch of movies, because Max and Emily and Ben and (hopefully) Julie and I are going to be partaking in those two films.


Something's missing.
And I can't find it. It really bothers me. Like when you're missing a piece of a puzzle.

New DevID. Raven-knifey-shininess.
I <3 sharp stuff. 8)


Leaf by leaf
And page by page,
Throw this book away....
All the sadness, all the rage...
Throw this book away...
Rip out the binding and tear the glue.
And all of the grief we never even knew,
We had it all along...
Now it's smoke.
- Smoke - Ben Folds Five

...It is so quite a new thing. Muscles better and nerves more.

Cummings of course.
Tomorrow is lovesnogsingle'shellday.

A dozen roses, reported by Max, costs about $99 here.
Fucking crazy. </british accent.>

I mailed Jonah's letter today, since today was the only day that I could do so.

Crazy people are fully aware of their insanities. They look to the norm of society and critique themselves to it. says:
I noticed.
bête noire & the wooden anonymity - Did you know it's been 6,912,000 seconds since I last saw you? ;_; /emo says:
o_o I sent my boyfriend a crapload of my stuff, and he bought a manthong. /little giggle
Crazy people are fully aware of their insanities. They look to the norm of society and critique themselves to it. says:
x3
bête noire & the wooden anonymity - Did you know it's been 6,912,000 seconds since I last saw you? ;_; /emo says:
On Gaia, I mean
bête noire & the wooden anonymity - Did you know it's been 6,912,000 seconds since I last saw you? ;_; /emo says:
Although I can't admit that I'm not vaguely curious about seeing -him- in a manthong. XD
bête noire & the wooden anonymity - Did you know it's been 6,912,000 seconds since I last saw you? ;_; /emo says:
He has nice legs. And a nice everything else too. /nodnodnod
Yay fixed!!! says:
Hehe
Crazy people are fully aware of their insanities. They look to the norm of society and critique themselves to it. says:
xDD
Crazy people are fully aware of their insanities. They look to the norm of society and critique themselves to it. says:
xDD
bête noire & the wooden anonymity - Did you know it's been 6,912,000 seconds since I last saw you? ;_; /emo says:
BUT I DIGRESS. Before I consider asking him to buy a real one and show up on my doorstep on V-Day. XD



YOU SEE THAT, BOYFRIEND? You know what to do. Magical-teleporty-magic!!!