Sugar crumpets....

Oh dear. I'm a bad person.
I've been neglecting this page.

Seriously neglecting.
Like...Amy Winehouse taking care of a baby panda. You know that panda is gonna be dead in the week...you know it.
But you just wait and hope for the best...that wicker seats can compensate as bamboo for the poor panda's digestive system.
Or the panda learn to feast on crack whore meat.

Actually it wasn't my fault. I was ill for a while...that involved...well...my body bleeding when it shouldn't...and many rest room visits.
I was actually recovering from several doctor visits for stomach problems. Oh god, I don't want to take any more probing and needles. And I found that I am no longer shy about being naked in a paper gown in front of a middle aged male doctor. If fact, the breeze is abit pleasant.
As a result I've been uninspried to draw much....because feeling out of it.

However! I am much better now!
I have recovered quite a bit. Luckily my friends and family...and my gf were all there for me when I needed them most. You know who you all are.
I am also having...school financial issues....for ART school is FUCKING expensive....and this particular school likes to suck me dry.
....And that sounded particularly wrong.

So due to money problems, I cannot attend school for fall term atleast. Also I must make a decision of It's either art...or nursing school. Ironic much?
Truthfully, I do like nurses better then doctors...I find the work they do and everything impact a patient more...and there's so many different types of nursing...and good money....AND always a job..because there's always hospitals.
I LOVE art, but it's competitive....and I'm not such how good of an artist I am lol.
However, If I could find a college that can give me both....I would like that.

Lol so it's either starving artist route...or scrubs.
Hmmmm......life decisions....I hate decisions.

Better go savee that panda meanwhile.

Till later raspberry tarts,
much love.

Got your attention?
....Who doesn't like bosoms? Any bosom....man...woman.
They're comfy and soft and warm....and carry on...and when you press em together you get butt cleavage!
You know. That lovely crevice you see, and distracts you from trying to look at the person's face.
But mostly, they're fun....and oh so squeezable.

.....God. I'm losing it.

'Ello puppets!

So it's early...why the fuck am I up?
Right....insomnia...o_o;
I apologize if this journal..is well....jubble of shit.

I was up late talking to and for a while.
I went to bed for about two hours...but I can't sleep for whatever reason. ><:
So my brain is a pile of mushy good-ness!!
Spank my ass and call me gravy!
Resident Evil 5 makes me pee myself in marvelous joy...and totally fucking fear. It's YUMS.

So I saw Watchmen the movie.
It was good....definitely not a bad comic to movie. Not Omg fantasic...-good though. Entertaining.
I would say the first half of the movie was immaculate!
It was done great panel for panel practically. Never seen a movie stick so close to the graphic novel....till the toward the end.
I would explain why, because I don't want to give it away for those who have not read or seen it yet.

However, I fear for those of who have never read the Watchmen...will be a bit confused. And those who are BIG fans of the Watchmen ...maybe find it to be a little disappointing.
Only because..there are so many things and great dialogue that happen. It's not a simple graphic novel to be made for screen adaption. Hence why my iffyness toward the second half of the movie.

And this director has a thing for sex scenes. And hey, sex scenes are fine and fun and make me alittle shy watching with a theatre full of people but hey!...it was almost too excessively drawn out. o_o; I could see soft porn later, please show me movie-goer plot now. Please.
Then again, this director loves sex...and who wouldn't--but stuck it needlessly in 300. 300 novel had no sex scenes what so ever, just naked spartans. --Take it easy director dude. Just saying, that time could have been used for more plot device.

But go see it.
Because visually it is glorious eye candy, and the characters of Dr.Manhattan, Rorshach and The Comedian make it worth while, they were the most spot on characters of the film. Rorshach especially. Because who doesn't love a cool talking guy in a trench coat with an ink blot mask??

That's all for now....Now I pass out with my cat sleeping on face probably. *cough*

Till later kitties tarts.

Oh my sweet sugar cookies.

Today we celebrate a particularly sappy, hopeless romantic...or perhaps even mildly desperate day. V-day. No not 'violent day.' Put down the chain saw. And no, not 'vomit day', no sick bags needed. Or even 'vermin day' with a plethora of rats roaming the streets in blissful, flea ridden manner.

It's Valentines. The made up day for love is here.

Have you prepared yourself? No?
Well get yourself in gear and follow these easy instructions: Proceed with the following:
your cliche flowers, heart shaped chocolates and candies, cards, teddy bear holding a present and in said present is a pack of condoms, and you are ready for a fantastical v-day.
And then you go out, have dinner, movies, dolphin wrestling, whatever eventful thing you have plan-- get laid, and enjoy your valentines day.

What? You don't have a valentine? You?
Then just walk into the closest street corner.
Don't have a street corner? Well that's a failure.
I'll take that back, just stand out by a road, in the middle of an interstate highway, by the ocean, maybe an open field.
Whereever or whatever the hell area you live in, just go outside alright.
Though if it doesn't apply to any of above, you must live in the inners of space or a vortex of doom. I suggest you move.

Now you stand out there for awhile and wait for the first person to walk by you, any person and ask them to be your valentine.
Then proceed to fondle them lovingly in a respectful and friendly manner.
If they refuse?
Well, you grab that fucker by the collar and you say through clenched teeth 'BE MY VALENTINE!' and shove that pain stakingly expensive chocolate and roses down their throat.

Conclusion: Valentines day for you in your nearest police precinct. Atleast you won't be lonely with your new room mates.<3

Happy valentines everyone! Xoxoxo's from me to you.

Especially to babydoll.~<3


Toodles.

Hello dear tartblossoms,

My my...I'm not sure what to say. I lack updates as usual...I just get lazy scanning, so sorry. I'll try to update by weekend (Not a promise)

Anyway, since my last journal, I am now one year older.
And nothing much has changed...it sort of snuck up on me. I just turned around and bam! Hit to the face with a 2"x4" piece of Twenty! The first year of adulthood as I call it. But that's old news now.

Nothing extravagant to report. Well, maybe besides an odd night wandering Manhattan with my big bro and getting on the train for home with a bum sleeping on it. That is nothing new really and I did I feel bad for the guy. But what surprised was what he did. I was only one surprised though, since my brother said he has seen this happen on more then one occasion. And the guy by the train door didn't seem the least bit surprised.

This hobo decides to get up, pull out his wang and take a leak on the door of the train.
And all I could think was wow...this man doesn't give a flying fuck about anything.
Beside the though that yes, that was pretty gross....hobo pene fountain.

And that Tyra Banks would never last as a homeless person. She says she was homeless for one day on her show....One day?? really? How harsh.
You mean like--- when one leaves the house in the morning for the whooooole day, to return to it in the evening? Give me a break.
The day she is peeing on a train door, then I'll give her props....she knows what it's like to be homeless.

Till later my sugar cubes,
Toodles!

Oh!
Go see Coraline! Gorgeous film, wonderfully done right down to the music. Painstaking time devoted to make that movie. Something like over 3000 lights and 500 little dogs made, hand knit tiny tiny tiny sweaters and gloves, every hair is an individual wire of itself, incredible.

Oh my tea tartlets...

Tis the season to be jolly. And I'll get to work on my comic script and some pics I've been meaning to draw.
School is done for now, time for a nice refreshing winter break.
Hot Damn!
Especially in the once white-now-grey slush of the first New York city snow.
I still get excited about the snow...I don't know why, an inner child in me perhaps?
...No. Maybe...just my madness slipping in at seeing dancing snow flakes. Woo.<3
I hope all of you have be nice and made your wishlists for christmas or whatever holiday you celebrate. No one wants to recieve presents...from the anti-claus. o_o
Horrible times. Trust me.
"You wanna know...how I got these scars?" XD---Ah joke for me. I'm going to stop before I go into "Dark Knight" joker lines some more.

Oo! Feeling bit better after being experimented and probed by the way. Tummy problems being solved with an alternative diet and meds, hopefully that'll work. Note: Wearing only a paper gown and lying on a hospital bed with cool air blowing around...is very odd. And also all hospitals and doctor's offices smell the same. Like sanitary-ness and drugs.
But I got to see my inners of stomach via x-ray camera...that was awesome. Almost alien looking...but completely cool though the procedure itself...not the most pleasant thing I've experienced. ><:

Hm, what else as I ramble...?

OH, don't see Twilight. I forbid it.
I haven't but I wouldn't want to. Tween vampire movies are not my cup of tea. I love vampire lore as cliche as it can be...but most vampire books and movies are just 'ick'. And the script sounds awful just from the trailer alone. (Say it. Vampire. Wtf?)
Not to insult those you love Twilight, huge fanbase for it...and to each is own, but yeesh. They do not even have fangs, and why burn to a crisp...when you can SPARKLE in the sun?! >_o...I'm quite disappointed. And that sounds quite gay...and I know my gay 101.

Anywhos! I shall be updating work soon.
Till later my loves,
Happy Holidays!