My mom says it really reminds her of when she lived in Canada. :D I'd love to live there one day.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
They were all in love with dyin', they were doin' it in Texas.
This is Beatrice. Yes...I name the trees on campus... She is disapproving of Malackai and I's relationship. But I don't care; age is just a number.
This is Malackai. He and I enjoy afternoon naps, when the weather is warm and the birds are chirping in his branches.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
S A F E T Y..SAFE DANCE.
You can act real rude, and totally removed, and you can act like an imbecile.♪♫
I come bearing bad news, for there are serious omega budget cuts and subsequent financial doom on the near horizon. Ah, my kingdom for a better government in Arizona who isn't so afraid of taxes and doesn't turn to schools as the thing to steal money from. D: In which case, the summer traveling has been put on hold. And in place of such, I'll be taking summer classes. It levels out, because I can graduate in two years instead of three with summer courses. Huzzah and horray, and the peasants rejoiced. Then I can travel to my heart's content. At least, that is my hope. Mother will be teaching me to drive whence she moves up here, and upon the uptake of this new skill, I may live my dream of being a gypsy and living in a car.
My thumb is in pain. Very important information, I know.
Once the blasted office fixes my over-head light, I'll be trying to force myself to draw more. And I'll post them here. Exposure is key, and I have none... I'd like to try and take it more seriously now, and actually market myself. I need money, and what better way than by doing something I love. Especially with the economy in the sorry state of affairs that it is, and since my one work study job apparently doesn't equate to experience in the eyes of future employers... Meh. MEH ON THEM.
In other news...my camera is functioning...however, I bloody lost the cable to transfer the pictures onto my computer...somehow...in my travels from Phoenix back home. Really not sure how that happened... So...I'll need to purchase a new one. Somehow. I can't seem to find one compatible with my camera specifically...
What is love, baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more. Yes, the time for quoting old songs has ended.
I come bearing bad news, for there are serious omega budget cuts and subsequent financial doom on the near horizon. Ah, my kingdom for a better government in Arizona who isn't so afraid of taxes and doesn't turn to schools as the thing to steal money from. D: In which case, the summer traveling has been put on hold. And in place of such, I'll be taking summer classes. It levels out, because I can graduate in two years instead of three with summer courses. Huzzah and horray, and the peasants rejoiced. Then I can travel to my heart's content. At least, that is my hope. Mother will be teaching me to drive whence she moves up here, and upon the uptake of this new skill, I may live my dream of being a gypsy and living in a car.
My thumb is in pain. Very important information, I know.
Once the blasted office fixes my over-head light, I'll be trying to force myself to draw more. And I'll post them here. Exposure is key, and I have none... I'd like to try and take it more seriously now, and actually market myself. I need money, and what better way than by doing something I love. Especially with the economy in the sorry state of affairs that it is, and since my one work study job apparently doesn't equate to experience in the eyes of future employers... Meh. MEH ON THEM.
In other news...my camera is functioning...however, I bloody lost the cable to transfer the pictures onto my computer...somehow...in my travels from Phoenix back home. Really not sure how that happened... So...I'll need to purchase a new one. Somehow. I can't seem to find one compatible with my camera specifically...
What is love, baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more. Yes, the time for quoting old songs has ended.
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