Friday, August 15, 2003
Blog
BLOOOOG... Blog blog blog... Blog...
Hehe... More females flirt with me than two males combined! I feel so touched...
Dum de dum...
If you can't tell I'm fucking bored...
I'd rant about something.. but I'm just no in that kind of mood.
Buh bye!
Hehe... More females flirt with me than two males combined! I feel so touched...
Dum de dum...
If you can't tell I'm fucking bored...
I'd rant about something.. but I'm just no in that kind of mood.
Buh bye!
Friday, August 08, 2003
The Strangest Dream
Mood: Unsure. Inspired by the dream, yet fearful of certain aspects of it. Mood yet to be decided.
I don't exactly remember how it started. Ahh... Yes...
My dream started out with me in Edmonton, the capital city just West of here where I went to school. I was waiting at a stop with some people that were supposedly friends. We got on the bus, because it was winter and dark out, and we talked as the bus went downtown. I noticed that the turns were different and the last stop where I was supposed to get off at wasn't where it was supposed to be. Mad at myself, I told the bus driver to stop because I'd gotten on the wrong bus. She sighed and stopped at the corner and let me get off. The bus drove away and I was thoroughly lost. I'd never been the back portions of the city before. So I started walking. Eventually I got to Grant Mchuwen, a college here made up of several buildings. It was late and cold, so I weaved my way through the buildings on the outside, since I knew my way from the street in front of it. Halfway through I realized that they'd changed the building so I couldn't pass around it. Then I saw one of the doors open. It lead to a gymnasim. I walked into the gym. It was somewhat dark, but I could still see a bit. Then, someone grabbed me and it turned out to be Xander, someone I'd known at school. He asked me what I was doing there and I said I was lost and trying to find the main road. He looked around quickly and then showed me to another door which lead out the other side. Just as I was leaving, a teacher went to grab the door from the outside and looked at me. He'd known me.... somehow. He told me to get going and get off the property. So I ran.
Then... my dream changed again and I was walking along the road with a lady that had two dogs. Chows, I think they were. Only a little sleeker in my dream. It was still dark and it was winter. We were walking along a steep road that, on the lefthand side was a steep embankment, perhaps 70 degrees in elevation. Beyond the land, which flattened out for 7 feet at the bottom, was the North Saskatchewan river. One of the dogs then ran from the lady and slipped over the snow and ice covered embankment. She screamed and I jumped after the dog. The dog was running down the hill, but his claws gave him some ability to grasp at the ground. I knew if the dog reached the river, it'd die. So somehow, I sped myself up. Not running... but I just reached where the dog was. Almost like I teleported... but I'd seen myself speed up and nothing had blipped in my vision. I grabbed the dog by the collar and swung him a little to keep him from the water. The lady up top was releaved, to say the least. So I walked the dog along the flattened level of the land until we reached a spot where the incline was short and not too steep. I gave a whistle and the dog ran up it, pulling me along behind. We reached the lady and the scene changed yet again.
(Now it gets interesting)
I was coming home, like I would from school. But... when I got home and into the house, my computer was gone and everything that was mine or could remotely be thought of as mine was gone. I looked at my mother and she gave me a hateful look. She told me to get out, that I wasn't wanted there. I didn't know what to do... so I turned and I ran... and the scene changed slightly again.
Now... I was in a house like my own... but it was different too. Instead of having only two levels and two bedrooms, it was more like an actual house. The living room was the same, but the upper level was odd. It had many different rooms in many different styles. I was living with Anthony at the time. It was our house. Or rather, a double level appartment, I believe. I was on the computer and something started happening. It was like a virus, but the feel of it was frightening. Not knowing what to do... I unplugged the computer. Anthony, who'd been in the kitchen, came over to me, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking around, as if waiting for something. I told him there was something wrong with the computer. He looked at it then looked at me and motioned for me to go upstairs. So.. I went upstairs and he followed, his body posture rather frightening, not because it was aggressive, but it was like he was preparing himself for something...
I went upstairs and the scene sort of changed... I was in my room, or a room that looked like my room at my mothers house. There were these bugs... Large beetles and spiders... I'm not afraid of insects, but these were different. There was something to fear about them. Something deadly that I couldn't explain, I only sensed it. The beetles weren't that active yet... but I knew if I didn't put them somewhere they would kill me later. So I managed to catch one of them in a containor... a big beetle. I grabbed some duct tape and taped the containor up completely. I did the same with another beetle and a big spider. What I hadn't noticed is that small spiders and beetles had been crawling accross the floor to me. Somehow, I was able to talk to them and it wasn't frightening. But they didn't respond like normal. They seemed almost in a trance, as if something higher controlled them. I turned a bit, looking at them, and a Black Widow bit the heel of my foot. I stepped on her and ran from the room. Anthony wasn't upstairs, so I went downstairs to tell him what was going on... And then, the computer came on. Some people appeared on the screen. They had weird features and were frightening to look at. I glanced at the ground and noticed.... the computer was unplugged... what was happening.... Anthony then came running over, grabbed me and pulled me upstairs. Something was going on and it was frightening.
We were in the bathroom and Anthony looked at me as if he knew exactly what had happened and what I was thinking. But then... the sound of insects distracted us both and we looked to the screen window. Out of some instinct, I went to the bathtub that was no more than half a foot away and I turned on the hot water... Full on... Plugged up the tub and let the water run. Anthony stood by the window, again looking prepared against something that was going to attack. He glanced at me with a look that said "Ready?" and I nodded slightly. Then... These things flew in. They were like wasps or bees... Clinging in larges groups once they landed on us. They made for our hands at first, clinging on in the hundreds. Before they had a chance to bit or sting or kill, we plunged out hands into the intensely hot bathwater. While it hurt us slightly, the insect things let out a terribly screech as they seemed to burst into a green dust. Once we'd gotten them off our hands, Anthony told me to run and I did. Many other things attacked, that I know for sure, but I don't remember them. Perhaps it was because of the blinding pain from the Black Widow bite, or my mind didn't want to show me. All I knew is that something had been sending something after us. There were more people in the building as well, but I didn't know that until later. The people after us did something once the fighting proved useless. They turned everyone into a single eye... Except me. Something had protected me and transported us all from that place. We landed in what seemed to be a river, flowing quickly and we drifted closer to a mighty cave-looking cavern, the thunder of water telling of a torrent to come. The eyes floated next to me... And around me. I knew that they were my followers at that point, but I didn't know why or how. Despite the lack of eyelids and a face, each eye expressed an amount of fear going into this cavern, except for Anthony, who's eye floated beside me.
We were plunged into darkness and the water threw us this way and that. Eventually, the rock beneath us grew shallow and it was more like a water slide. Eventually, it grew softer and slower until we arrived at a rather still pool of water. It's surface glassy, despite the slight waterfall on which we arrived. The cave was lit with a pale light, like the stars or the moon. Off to the right side seemed like a platform. Several people waited there. They looked like Elves, but they didn't, as well. Their hair was a rich golden, and soft coral-looking prongs grew from their foreheads and weaved into their hair. It was quite beautiful and rich looking. I went over to the platform and looked at them all. The tallest male spoke.
"We are glad you returned safely."
Anthony came up behind me, then, once again the full being he was, not an eye any longer. But he looked different. I can't explain how... but he looked.... different. More regal... More powerful. His hair was a dark color, nearly black, and he didn't have the fleshy coral-prongs that the others did. None of my followers did. Curiously, I reached up and found I had them. Small, but they were there. My hair had, too, changed. It was now a white-golden. Not blonde, but rich. The tallest pronged male walked over to Anthony and pulled what seemed like a package wrapped in leaves from a strap on his shoulder.
"Why are you carrying this?! Are you the one who is to sail the swan?!"
"Of course not. The Lady didn't know what was going on, so I held onto it for her."
"Indeed."
The tall male then tossed the leaf-bound thing into the water. It was perhaps 6 inches by 6 inches. When it touched the water, a glow came from it and it unwound. Then, a boat appeared just above where it had been thrown, sitting atop the water gracefully. It was, indeed, in the shape of a swan. While I didn't know exactly what to do, I knew that was mine and that I was supposed to go on some important quest... To save the lives of these people.. These... followers. Anthony would stay at my side. I couldn't explain how I knew, but I knew. The tallest pronged male told me to quickly get in the boat, for there wasn't much time. I was about to do so, when I could no longer hold myself up. All I remember was I fell to the hard stone of the floor on my back, a pronged lady at my side. Somehow, I knew she was a relative. Anthony leaned down as well. All I remember is the lady saying that I had been shot and that they were try to do everything to help me. My eyes then closed and I was thrown into darkness.
It was then that my dream ended and I awoke. It was such an amazing dream. While I was scared, many a time, I always felt the need of purpose and knew I would be able to keep myself alive... It was so exilerating. I've never felt like that before. So confident and calm in a chaotic situation. It was truly bliss...
I don't exactly remember how it started. Ahh... Yes...
My dream started out with me in Edmonton, the capital city just West of here where I went to school. I was waiting at a stop with some people that were supposedly friends. We got on the bus, because it was winter and dark out, and we talked as the bus went downtown. I noticed that the turns were different and the last stop where I was supposed to get off at wasn't where it was supposed to be. Mad at myself, I told the bus driver to stop because I'd gotten on the wrong bus. She sighed and stopped at the corner and let me get off. The bus drove away and I was thoroughly lost. I'd never been the back portions of the city before. So I started walking. Eventually I got to Grant Mchuwen, a college here made up of several buildings. It was late and cold, so I weaved my way through the buildings on the outside, since I knew my way from the street in front of it. Halfway through I realized that they'd changed the building so I couldn't pass around it. Then I saw one of the doors open. It lead to a gymnasim. I walked into the gym. It was somewhat dark, but I could still see a bit. Then, someone grabbed me and it turned out to be Xander, someone I'd known at school. He asked me what I was doing there and I said I was lost and trying to find the main road. He looked around quickly and then showed me to another door which lead out the other side. Just as I was leaving, a teacher went to grab the door from the outside and looked at me. He'd known me.... somehow. He told me to get going and get off the property. So I ran.
Then... my dream changed again and I was walking along the road with a lady that had two dogs. Chows, I think they were. Only a little sleeker in my dream. It was still dark and it was winter. We were walking along a steep road that, on the lefthand side was a steep embankment, perhaps 70 degrees in elevation. Beyond the land, which flattened out for 7 feet at the bottom, was the North Saskatchewan river. One of the dogs then ran from the lady and slipped over the snow and ice covered embankment. She screamed and I jumped after the dog. The dog was running down the hill, but his claws gave him some ability to grasp at the ground. I knew if the dog reached the river, it'd die. So somehow, I sped myself up. Not running... but I just reached where the dog was. Almost like I teleported... but I'd seen myself speed up and nothing had blipped in my vision. I grabbed the dog by the collar and swung him a little to keep him from the water. The lady up top was releaved, to say the least. So I walked the dog along the flattened level of the land until we reached a spot where the incline was short and not too steep. I gave a whistle and the dog ran up it, pulling me along behind. We reached the lady and the scene changed yet again.
(Now it gets interesting)
I was coming home, like I would from school. But... when I got home and into the house, my computer was gone and everything that was mine or could remotely be thought of as mine was gone. I looked at my mother and she gave me a hateful look. She told me to get out, that I wasn't wanted there. I didn't know what to do... so I turned and I ran... and the scene changed slightly again.
Now... I was in a house like my own... but it was different too. Instead of having only two levels and two bedrooms, it was more like an actual house. The living room was the same, but the upper level was odd. It had many different rooms in many different styles. I was living with Anthony at the time. It was our house. Or rather, a double level appartment, I believe. I was on the computer and something started happening. It was like a virus, but the feel of it was frightening. Not knowing what to do... I unplugged the computer. Anthony, who'd been in the kitchen, came over to me, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking around, as if waiting for something. I told him there was something wrong with the computer. He looked at it then looked at me and motioned for me to go upstairs. So.. I went upstairs and he followed, his body posture rather frightening, not because it was aggressive, but it was like he was preparing himself for something...
I went upstairs and the scene sort of changed... I was in my room, or a room that looked like my room at my mothers house. There were these bugs... Large beetles and spiders... I'm not afraid of insects, but these were different. There was something to fear about them. Something deadly that I couldn't explain, I only sensed it. The beetles weren't that active yet... but I knew if I didn't put them somewhere they would kill me later. So I managed to catch one of them in a containor... a big beetle. I grabbed some duct tape and taped the containor up completely. I did the same with another beetle and a big spider. What I hadn't noticed is that small spiders and beetles had been crawling accross the floor to me. Somehow, I was able to talk to them and it wasn't frightening. But they didn't respond like normal. They seemed almost in a trance, as if something higher controlled them. I turned a bit, looking at them, and a Black Widow bit the heel of my foot. I stepped on her and ran from the room. Anthony wasn't upstairs, so I went downstairs to tell him what was going on... And then, the computer came on. Some people appeared on the screen. They had weird features and were frightening to look at. I glanced at the ground and noticed.... the computer was unplugged... what was happening.... Anthony then came running over, grabbed me and pulled me upstairs. Something was going on and it was frightening.
We were in the bathroom and Anthony looked at me as if he knew exactly what had happened and what I was thinking. But then... the sound of insects distracted us both and we looked to the screen window. Out of some instinct, I went to the bathtub that was no more than half a foot away and I turned on the hot water... Full on... Plugged up the tub and let the water run. Anthony stood by the window, again looking prepared against something that was going to attack. He glanced at me with a look that said "Ready?" and I nodded slightly. Then... These things flew in. They were like wasps or bees... Clinging in larges groups once they landed on us. They made for our hands at first, clinging on in the hundreds. Before they had a chance to bit or sting or kill, we plunged out hands into the intensely hot bathwater. While it hurt us slightly, the insect things let out a terribly screech as they seemed to burst into a green dust. Once we'd gotten them off our hands, Anthony told me to run and I did. Many other things attacked, that I know for sure, but I don't remember them. Perhaps it was because of the blinding pain from the Black Widow bite, or my mind didn't want to show me. All I knew is that something had been sending something after us. There were more people in the building as well, but I didn't know that until later. The people after us did something once the fighting proved useless. They turned everyone into a single eye... Except me. Something had protected me and transported us all from that place. We landed in what seemed to be a river, flowing quickly and we drifted closer to a mighty cave-looking cavern, the thunder of water telling of a torrent to come. The eyes floated next to me... And around me. I knew that they were my followers at that point, but I didn't know why or how. Despite the lack of eyelids and a face, each eye expressed an amount of fear going into this cavern, except for Anthony, who's eye floated beside me.
We were plunged into darkness and the water threw us this way and that. Eventually, the rock beneath us grew shallow and it was more like a water slide. Eventually, it grew softer and slower until we arrived at a rather still pool of water. It's surface glassy, despite the slight waterfall on which we arrived. The cave was lit with a pale light, like the stars or the moon. Off to the right side seemed like a platform. Several people waited there. They looked like Elves, but they didn't, as well. Their hair was a rich golden, and soft coral-looking prongs grew from their foreheads and weaved into their hair. It was quite beautiful and rich looking. I went over to the platform and looked at them all. The tallest male spoke.
"We are glad you returned safely."
Anthony came up behind me, then, once again the full being he was, not an eye any longer. But he looked different. I can't explain how... but he looked.... different. More regal... More powerful. His hair was a dark color, nearly black, and he didn't have the fleshy coral-prongs that the others did. None of my followers did. Curiously, I reached up and found I had them. Small, but they were there. My hair had, too, changed. It was now a white-golden. Not blonde, but rich. The tallest pronged male walked over to Anthony and pulled what seemed like a package wrapped in leaves from a strap on his shoulder.
"Why are you carrying this?! Are you the one who is to sail the swan?!"
"Of course not. The Lady didn't know what was going on, so I held onto it for her."
"Indeed."
The tall male then tossed the leaf-bound thing into the water. It was perhaps 6 inches by 6 inches. When it touched the water, a glow came from it and it unwound. Then, a boat appeared just above where it had been thrown, sitting atop the water gracefully. It was, indeed, in the shape of a swan. While I didn't know exactly what to do, I knew that was mine and that I was supposed to go on some important quest... To save the lives of these people.. These... followers. Anthony would stay at my side. I couldn't explain how I knew, but I knew. The tallest pronged male told me to quickly get in the boat, for there wasn't much time. I was about to do so, when I could no longer hold myself up. All I remember was I fell to the hard stone of the floor on my back, a pronged lady at my side. Somehow, I knew she was a relative. Anthony leaned down as well. All I remember is the lady saying that I had been shot and that they were try to do everything to help me. My eyes then closed and I was thrown into darkness.
It was then that my dream ended and I awoke. It was such an amazing dream. While I was scared, many a time, I always felt the need of purpose and knew I would be able to keep myself alive... It was so exilerating. I've never felt like that before. So confident and calm in a chaotic situation. It was truly bliss...
Wednesday, August 06, 2003
A Light at the End of the Tunnel!
Mood: Excited yet Nervous
I've never been paticularly lucky, but today... well today proved that wrong. Really wrong. My mother approached me with a printed off version of an e-mail she had recieved from a co-worker. It seems Leslie (the friend) and her husband were looking for people as Part-time or Full-time work. And guess what the best part is?! Her husband, Archie, owns a STABLE and THAT'S where they need people working! Now... I haven't gone off about how much I love horses, but lets just say that 3 out of 5 dreams are about them. The stable is personal and Archie is a professional trainer! Starting rate is $7 an hour too! What could beat that? The job requires working with horses, grooming, mucking out stalls, general maintenance, feeding and a few other things. So... I get PAID to do something I would willing do ANYWAY. And here's the big thing... All the horses are SHOW HORSES! So basically... the best of the best, in Archie's eyes. I'm not sure what breed they are... but I love almost every type of horses. Except leopard appaloosa's, but those aren't popular around here. I can't wait.
My interview is in an hour. I hope Archie considers me. He might be a bit picky, since I'm 16, and Leslie said he can be a bit of a perfectionist at times, expecting people do to something when he says it, but you know what? I'm a good listener, I catch on to things very quickly, I've already worked around horses for 5 years and Leslie knows a lot about my personality and desire already. Oh I can't wait... What shall I wear?! How will I do my hair? Nails?! Shoes?! I have to go before my brain explodes. Wish me luck!!
I've never been paticularly lucky, but today... well today proved that wrong. Really wrong. My mother approached me with a printed off version of an e-mail she had recieved from a co-worker. It seems Leslie (the friend) and her husband were looking for people as Part-time or Full-time work. And guess what the best part is?! Her husband, Archie, owns a STABLE and THAT'S where they need people working! Now... I haven't gone off about how much I love horses, but lets just say that 3 out of 5 dreams are about them. The stable is personal and Archie is a professional trainer! Starting rate is $7 an hour too! What could beat that? The job requires working with horses, grooming, mucking out stalls, general maintenance, feeding and a few other things. So... I get PAID to do something I would willing do ANYWAY. And here's the big thing... All the horses are SHOW HORSES! So basically... the best of the best, in Archie's eyes. I'm not sure what breed they are... but I love almost every type of horses. Except leopard appaloosa's, but those aren't popular around here. I can't wait.
My interview is in an hour. I hope Archie considers me. He might be a bit picky, since I'm 16, and Leslie said he can be a bit of a perfectionist at times, expecting people do to something when he says it, but you know what? I'm a good listener, I catch on to things very quickly, I've already worked around horses for 5 years and Leslie knows a lot about my personality and desire already. Oh I can't wait... What shall I wear?! How will I do my hair? Nails?! Shoes?! I have to go before my brain explodes. Wish me luck!!
Tuesday, August 05, 2003
Kids and Birthdays
It may be just me, but have you ever been around someone who gets all excited when their birthday is near, telling you Every Day for a WEEK that their birthday is on Tuesday? Alright... I don't -mind- wishing someone happy birthday. If it's someone I like, then the more satisfaction I get from wishing them well on the date of their birth. But what the HELL is with people telling me about their birthdays a month early?! Do I give a shit then?! No. Am I going to get them a gift right then? No. I don't buy gifts for people. If I feel the need to, I'll draw them something. After all, I am an artist.
Honestly, though, it really pisses me off. It's like they expect everyone to be as hyper about their date of birth as they are. I certainly am not. Even with my friends, I usually don't care enough to say more than "Happy Birthday". If you're reading this and you're one of those people, think twice about bounding around some not-so-happy person, proclaiming that they must get you a gift, because that gift might end up as murder. Okay? Thanks.
Honestly, though, it really pisses me off. It's like they expect everyone to be as hyper about their date of birth as they are. I certainly am not. Even with my friends, I usually don't care enough to say more than "Happy Birthday". If you're reading this and you're one of those people, think twice about bounding around some not-so-happy person, proclaiming that they must get you a gift, because that gift might end up as murder. Okay? Thanks.
Saturday, August 02, 2003
First Nude
I have finally done it. A human-like drawing. I finally have completed one to my pleasure, one that I actually like, despite minor flaws.
Here's my Elven Nude.
Here's my Elven Nude.
