I've been drawing since I saw the birth of my baby boy. It seems that all I want to do is bring illusion to life, which is, of course, impossible. However, no one ever said that you couldn't bring life to illusion, right? Some of my art is getting pretty creepy, and I can only seem to make it more realistic as I try to tone it down. I think it has ( Read more... )

I got a most amazing phone call this morning. My girl is about to have my baby! She's guessing this weekend or shortly thereafter. (That's what the docs said, I think). The only price I have to pay is I have to change the oil and a tire. Sold! He's going to be so beautiful. I hope he has red hair like his sister. I can't wait for the panicked call ( Read more... )

So I have a million questions ( Read more... )

So, somehow, I'm still alive and well. I'm about to graduate high school (sort of) and still don't have a boyfriend. I guess I haven't really changed so much, I just look different. In these last few painful months, I've gone from 180lbs. to a pleasing 150. Now, even though that is still a lot of weight, I've been told that I carry it very well. My ( Read more... )

Yeah so, going to classes now. ON SPRING BREAK!!! woo hoo now I'm a loser. And now only. not like before.
I'll see you all later.

What to say... I'm home. I'm alive. I've never been more unhappy in my life. My gauges healed over, so now my ears are just the same old sizes again. Had a decent X-mas, had the worst New Year's. What else is new? Didn't get to see any of my old friends, but that hasn't changed. I never do. Got to spend some quality time with Nate, until I found ( Read more... )

( This is the story of a girl )

So, yeah. It's been a while. I got bacc a little while ago, but my brother attacced me and broke two fingers on my left hand, and the bruises are still there. It hurts to move my left hand at all. I've been keeping it in the freezer, and my dad's been yelling at me ( Read more... )

I've figured it out: it's the Curse of the House of Darsha. Where people disappear and end up found years later with their eyes scratched out, sometimes eaten by animals.

Sorry. I just felt like adding my most recent thoughts and the like.

These things, though difficult as they are to bear, I do not want to forget. These are the pieces that make me human. These are the scars that form my skin. I could cover them up with enough make-up, but what's the point? Scars are beautiful to me. Scars show that you're human; that you, too, have made mistakes. The pieces of this reality that ( Read more... )