Wow, when was the last time I used this thing?
Meh. Just gonna talk about stuff. I'll probably post something on stashlife later but hey.
I'm in college now and it's all good fun. Lots of artyness (no shit)
I'm still trying to get a cartooning style down. I drew an Ed Elric dragon yesterday, that was awesome.
I know the first ten hiragana. Go me.
FMA is made of WIN and I want Ed's watch. I need to watch Brotherhood too, but I'm waiting a little while. I'm watching Hetalia and Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann now (Hetalia being ongoing) and then imma watch Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei. Then Brotherhood. Probably.
I have a new room. My sisters old one, actually. The walls are electric blue. LOL DAVID BOWIE JOKE
I've written an epic song and nearly finished a new one about FMA
I have a new haircut as of today. I wanted my side fringey bits back. Now I can spray them fancy colours and suchlike.
I went for a job interview and didn't get the job, which makes me sad since I was already planning what to spend the money on. Also because now my mum will start her infernal bitching again about me getting a job. I don't WANT to. Why do I have to? I do a paper round, that's enough isn't it? So I can't buy a whole ton of things, like a new Pentax camera and Ed's watch and a hellgirl necklace? I know loads of other people my age have jobs but frankly I don't really want one. My mum is just...eurgh, basically.
So yeah, not exactly the happiest bunny about that.
I have to have driving lessons for my birthday too. That's my present. No joke.
Sometimes I start realising that my life is kinda controlled. I dislike it. Especially when it always seems to be the case that I go out (school, NF gathering, Alex's) have a good time then come home and get bitched at, usually for stuff that isn't my fault.
There are several problems. One, I want to move out, live with Alex and draw pretty pictures for ever and ever. Two, I don't want to grow up. I want to stay in my own little fantasy world forever and ever. Three, I am stupidly shy in real life. Contrary to what I said in my interview, I HATE dealing with people. I get way too worked up over what they may be thinking about me, what impression I had, whether I've annoyed them etc.
GAAAHHH. Why can't I just be one of those super confident people? I'm even shy online, you know. I don't leave comments cause I'm scared of how people will take them. I don't like having people be mad at me. Except for trolls, cause they are teh lols.
I got bitched out by the police, actually, for riding my bike in town. My mum didn't get mad at me for that. She did when I complained about burning my toast.
Can I come live in the internet? I just wanna...I can't put it into words. FEH.
Do you ever get hypersensitive about time? As in, you suddenly realise that you have years and years to fill and NO IDEA about what'll happen or what you'll do? Or that all those years actually add up to nothing and you'll be dead soon?
Yeah, those thoughts suck.
Anyway, I guess I'll look up jobs at Sainsbury's now. Shelf stacking I can do - requires little to no social interaction.
This is why I need to be an author. Why I need to get a following on DA, get known and then be able to sell stuff. Selling commissioned sketches would be useful, even if I only charge £5 for things.
If anyone of relevance is reading this, I'll set up paypal or a DA print thing or something and sell little bust sketches for £3 in black and white, £4 in traditional colour and £5 in digital. Reasonable? I think so.
