Garr I'm not active on here anymore. I don't even know what I've been doing for the past few days *wonders if having amnesia*.

Ah nevermind, for the past few days I've been obsessed with this thing:

AO ONI <3

Watching continuous videos of this thing makes me not want to live anymore LOL. Jokes. I'm so obsessed with it, it's not even funny. I think it's cause of its butt- it captivates me. The game's about some genius(not) middle/high schoolers that go into a house that EVERYONE says is haunted or something. Then they get locked in and chased by THAT thing, so you have to... err... speed walk away. It's terrifyingly funny when he pops out of nowhere. Like, nowhere.

In retrospect I guess it isn't that scary if you take away the music... and him popping out of the randomest places at the most inconvenient times.

The weirdest thing about this game is how people tend to... uh... ship the main character with the oni. And even weirder is that I support that ship. I'm scared now.

Tags: Bored Boredom

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I have the sudden urge to write. >3< Felt like writing some tradegy poem. It's kind of all over the place, but I wrote this in, what, 5 minutes?

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One more look into your eyes

One more tear rolls down my face

One more feeling of butterflies

One more marathon my heart will race.

One more moment, however fleeting

One more kiss upon my cheek

One more tradegy repeating

One more ache to cause me greif.

One more heart in broken pieces

One more voice lost to the wind

One more maiden cruel fate teases

One more reminder that I have sinned.

No more will my head think clear

No more will my wit hold fast

For I have killed my one most dear

My lover first, my lover last

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You guys have a good one!

Mine was okay. Though somehow I had to babysit my cousin's son while everyone else was chilling. I swear he gets his hands on any shred of sugar that's visible. He kept on taking all our drinks D:

I opened most of my presents yesterday. I got a watch (which I badly needed lol), some new clothes, a hat, money and a new controller for my N64 (which my cousin gave, he's also gonna get a new game for it too <3). Oh I also got a secret santa gift from a person on deviantArt. It was hecka awesome.

I'm just happy everyone's here (well, close to everyone? we celebrated on 3 days, and mostly different people came for each party LOL). It'll be deathly quiet in a couple of days, haha.

Tags: Merry Christmas

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Do you guys prefer drawing traditionally- good ol' pencil and paper (and paints, pastels...)- or digitally, with Photoshop or some other program? And why?

I prefer traditional because it's real, like yes-I-can-touch-it-but-no-I-won't-because-its-art-and-my-grubby-fingers-wil l-get-it-all-dirty. And it captures the feelings of the moment, unlike digital because you can just delete and redo it if you don't like how it looks, but it loses its meaning and permanency. I guess you could also erase pencil, but you get the point. I'm not too sure how to explain it.

Don't get me wrong, I do a lot of my art digitally, I like the neat and orderliness of it, and it can hold as much emotion and beauty as traditional art. But really. BOOM, there goes your tablet/computer. Now what? Whatcha gonna do now?

Tags: Digital Tradional Pencil Paper Computer Art

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Another totally random blog. I just hate wearing an outfit that has no pockets whatsoever. Especially if the pants have no pockets. >_>  Like, really, where am I supposed to keep random junk when I don't want to strain my hand muscles holding it?

Like last week, I was volunteering for a drama production, and my friend and I were playing on our DS's during our downtime. When everyone got out of the theatre, we had to stash our DS's, and I had to carry around an envelope but I had no pocket...

When my friend asked where the envelope went so I reached inside my vest and took it out from the space between my vest and shirt, and everyone started laughing. At me! Then I told them I had no pockets, so I had to store my stuff somewhere, and took my DS out as well, from inside my vest, and one guy was like, 'Oh hot damm!!' And everyone laughed some more. The nerve of some people! xD

If I had had pockets, I would have never had been faced with such a predicament! And this is why every item of clothing should have pockets. The end.

Tags: Pockets

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I'm making a whole lot of them. I'm making maybe 20+, and I got to have them all done by Friday. xC I really should have started sooner haha (and I really should be working on them right now.

By cards I mean these little cue cards with a picture and something like ,"Merry Christmas" or "Happy Holidays" on it. It might not sound all that wonderful, but I put a lot of effort into each one... I really hope my friends are happy with them. x3

So yeah, that's just an update on life, which is going okay. I'm glad I've gotten over depression, though I have those bad days. I don't even remember how long I've been depressed... it started in grade 5, maybe. And I choose now to share this, why?... I have no idea.

Tags: Christmas Xmas Cards

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This is nothing like the stories I usually write. I'm trying to do my homework (diary entry of myself as a child labour victim), but came up with this whacked up piece of literature instead:

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Once upon a time there was a little girl named Gogglioga, She was a very nice girl who was misunderstood because her hair was beautiful. It was so beautiful that her mommy sent her to the mines to bathe the miners with its glorious radiance because it shone so brightly like a star. But the blind mine manager thought she was a man named George and so sent her to work in the mines. In the mines her hair kept getting stuck in people’s pants because it was so long. And so miners suffered from minor cases of itchy bottoms.  One day Gogglioga died. The end.

Tags: Random Story

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May as well get to wrapping up my story. (I suggest, if this is your first time read my story, or if you need to refresh your memory, that you catch up.)

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Moving at a stagger, we made our way towards the shady circle, Jeff dragging me along, and me trying desperately to go back the way we came. But Jeff was winning this tug-of-war. The droning chant grew louder with every shakey step we took closer, until the circular room boomed with a chorus of loud, clear, but indecipherable words. My boyfriend's voice rose along with them, his head thrust back, almost roaring the chant.

The noise sent vibration through the walls and floor, and sent shocks of adrenaline and anxiety coursing through my bones. Sobbing, I conceded to Jeff's forceful pull, and we soon found ourselves in the middle of the circle. And all at once the chanting stopped.The sudden silence caught me off guard. It was a hundred times eerier than the deafening chanting. I hugged myself with the arm that wasn't being gripped on by Jeff, and let my tears go where they would.

Behind my curtain of tears, I caught movement from Jeff. I swivelled my head towards him, and found his grinning at me. Not the mischievous grin that I loved, but one of malice and... and hunger. Under his icy stare and malevolent smile, I cringed and fell to my knees. Just what was happening here? Where had my boyfriend gone?

A rumbling-creaking noise started from behind us.

Like a door opening.

I turned.

And surprise, surprise, a door was opening. I'm positive that there was no door there before, but that might be because the 'door' was the same color and texture as the rest of the room. A secret entryway. It slid open upwards rather than sideways, and spanning from the floor to the ceiling, it was large.

Exceedingly large for the figure passing through it.

Tags: Cult Of Vamps Occult Supernatural Story

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Yesterday was my foods teacher's last day of teaching our class, so I drew her a picture the day before. She was so possessive of it, lol. She gave us these sheets of paper to write her letters because we had to (idk...).

And when we gave her our letters she gave us all hugs. And when she hugged me she was like, "I love you. You're so gooooooood." It was so awkward LOL. Also awkward because a month ago she was so annoyed at me for my cooking failness. xD

Tags: Foods Class

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