Wow, I suck at blogging Ness.
I should just say now that I'm banned yet again from the computer. The same reasons apply. I'm lazy. Yeah.
I recently got back into the Harry Potter series and now I'm reading book 6. I just saw the fifth movie yesterday. Let me tell you Ness, I did not like that movie one bit! It was NOTHING like the book! And yeah, I understand no movie can be page by page accurate but that movie was nowhere near what happened in the book. They just skipped who chapters, rearranged everything, took out all the emotion. I didn't like it.
I was expecting something amazing. The book was amazing (I feel bad it took me four years to realize that)! It was great. I was on the edge of my seat for most of it, even with Harry bitchin about every little thing. So obviously I was psyched to see the movie. And obviously I was disappointed.
People I talked to who saw the movie made it seem like they changed and added a little. A little! Not every other thing. Man, that gave me a bad feeling in my stomach. I felt so bad. Bad enough that I'm ranting and raving in you Ness. Oh well, that movie sucked.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
My dad's taking the family out to dinner tomorrow. He said we need to "talk". I don't really know what we can talk about, it's just gonna be a really awkward night. I hope we go out to that Japanese place cause the food there was good. And I wanna try some sushi!
Artweaver is hard to use. I just downloaded that free art program a few days ago and believe me, it's a hassle. MS Paint seems easier! The layering and the brushes and the colors...It's all really hard to me. I know once I get used to the program it's gonna be way easy, but for now I feel like pulling my hair out.
Oh! I cleaned out my email Inbox and my DA messages and stuff. It's nice to have nothing to read in those things. I used to have like 50+ emails and 50+ deviations that needed checking out. And now I don't! Woohoo me! Yeah, cleaned out my crap.
I'm tired. And bored. That trying to color with Artweaver thing kinda ruined my day. I really want my pic to be colored! And I did a whole body!
I haven't done a body pic in a little over a year. I'm serious. The last whole body I've drawn was in 8th grade. It's hard work. Once I get into it, everything kinda sorta smooths out. I dunno. The thickness of limbs is hard for me, even though I really want my male people to look anorexic...Go Skinny Boys!
Artweaver is hard to use. I just downloaded that free art program a few days ago and believe me, it's a hassle. MS Paint seems easier! The layering and the brushes and the colors...It's all really hard to me. I know once I get used to the program it's gonna be way easy, but for now I feel like pulling my hair out.
Oh! I cleaned out my email Inbox and my DA messages and stuff. It's nice to have nothing to read in those things. I used to have like 50+ emails and 50+ deviations that needed checking out. And now I don't! Woohoo me! Yeah, cleaned out my crap.
I'm tired. And bored. That trying to color with Artweaver thing kinda ruined my day. I really want my pic to be colored! And I did a whole body!
I haven't done a body pic in a little over a year. I'm serious. The last whole body I've drawn was in 8th grade. It's hard work. Once I get into it, everything kinda sorta smooths out. I dunno. The thickness of limbs is hard for me, even though I really want my male people to look anorexic...Go Skinny Boys!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Yes, I got a template! Woohoo! Now you don't look like a blog of crap Ness. You're sooo prettiful! Lol.
Um, well, I went to camp today and we walked to the park. Took some pictures. Nothing really interesting happened.
I guess I'm gonna talk about something random then.
I always think, if we can have private prayer times with God (like, say a prayer in our mind or in our own bedroom) why do we have to go to church? I mean, if I can talk to God in my mind what's the big deal if I don't go to church? I should totally bring that up in Theology next year! That's a question I haven't heard asked, although it makes bunches of sense.
A lot of questions about God make bunches of sense (at least, they're enough of a mystery to be asked about) but are never asked. I don't get it. It's like we're afraid to talk about God or something. Which is dumb because God is everywhere! Lol, at least that's what everyone says.
Um, well, I went to camp today and we walked to the park. Took some pictures. Nothing really interesting happened.
I guess I'm gonna talk about something random then.
I always think, if we can have private prayer times with God (like, say a prayer in our mind or in our own bedroom) why do we have to go to church? I mean, if I can talk to God in my mind what's the big deal if I don't go to church? I should totally bring that up in Theology next year! That's a question I haven't heard asked, although it makes bunches of sense.
A lot of questions about God make bunches of sense (at least, they're enough of a mystery to be asked about) but are never asked. I don't get it. It's like we're afraid to talk about God or something. Which is dumb because God is everywhere! Lol, at least that's what everyone says.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Ness, you seem to be in the dark. Let me fill you in.
My dad no longer "unofficially" lives here. Before, we'd tell people (meaning: school officials, tax officials, officials officials) that he didn't live here. I don't know why we did it. Well, now, he doesn't. He had to "get his life together". Whatever. I don't care.
Ok, I care, but not really. Like, I'm glad he wants to straighten his "life" out (I thought he was on the straight and narrow, but then again, what do I really know?), all I want is for the guy to be happy. But...I'm just mad. Not fuming mad, but..(I need to broaden my vocabulary...) just mad. Annoyed mad without the annoyance part. I guess. I dunno.
Then he shows up over this house all the time. He has an apartment God Knows Where, yet he's always over here! At night it's understandable, since us females need protection (that, I'm only guessing here, an alarm that's connected to the police can't give) while my mom's at work. But for dinner? What the hell? Does "getting your life together" also inovle getting your own damn cookbook? I don't want to see someone who doesn't want to see me. And since my mom is my mom, and since he doesn't wanna see her, he doesn't want to see me. I don't want him to force his "life" offtrack so he can eat our food.
I love Rihanna's "Shut Up and Drive" song. It makes me think of scantily clad sexy men (I have the urge to say boys, but, I'm trying to be legal today) grinding up on cars. Yeah. Men with muscle, lean muscle. With long hair. And tall. Race doesn't matter. Sexual orientation could be...(If you see what I see, you'd see GAY) straight! Lol, that would be good. Straight guys that look extremely gay and feminine. Maybe that's what I'm attracted to or something. I've been that way for a while.
My dad no longer "unofficially" lives here. Before, we'd tell people (meaning: school officials, tax officials, officials officials) that he didn't live here. I don't know why we did it. Well, now, he doesn't. He had to "get his life together". Whatever. I don't care.
Ok, I care, but not really. Like, I'm glad he wants to straighten his "life" out (I thought he was on the straight and narrow, but then again, what do I really know?), all I want is for the guy to be happy. But...I'm just mad. Not fuming mad, but..(I need to broaden my vocabulary...) just mad. Annoyed mad without the annoyance part. I guess. I dunno.
Then he shows up over this house all the time. He has an apartment God Knows Where, yet he's always over here! At night it's understandable, since us females need protection (that, I'm only guessing here, an alarm that's connected to the police can't give) while my mom's at work. But for dinner? What the hell? Does "getting your life together" also inovle getting your own damn cookbook? I don't want to see someone who doesn't want to see me. And since my mom is my mom, and since he doesn't wanna see her, he doesn't want to see me. I don't want him to force his "life" offtrack so he can eat our food.
I love Rihanna's "Shut Up and Drive" song. It makes me think of scantily clad sexy men (I have the urge to say boys, but, I'm trying to be legal today) grinding up on cars. Yeah. Men with muscle, lean muscle. With long hair. And tall. Race doesn't matter. Sexual orientation could be...(If you see what I see, you'd see GAY) straight! Lol, that would be good. Straight guys that look extremely gay and feminine. Maybe that's what I'm attracted to or something. I've been that way for a while.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
I don't know why I always check for comments on here. Seriously, there's really nothing for anyone to comment about...In July, this is like my third post, and like 20 days of June were completely useless posts...Lol, I should post more often. It felt good to actually post in June, it got a lot of emotions off my chest. Right now though it feels like I'm being weighed down by a three hundred ton weight...If that's even possible.
The good news Ness, is that I've been drawing more and more often. And I ain't half horrible! Lol, I do need a lot of work, but I bet (if I keep going at this pace, mind you) I will be actually good, by next year..Hopefully. By good I mean, people who I don't know will say my art is good. So far, only friends have said I rock, now I need the outside world's approval.
Reading it now, the last sentence of that paragraph sounds stupid. Who cares about the world!?! Lol, gar.
The good news Ness, is that I've been drawing more and more often. And I ain't half horrible! Lol, I do need a lot of work, but I bet (if I keep going at this pace, mind you) I will be actually good, by next year..Hopefully. By good I mean, people who I don't know will say my art is good. So far, only friends have said I rock, now I need the outside world's approval.
Reading it now, the last sentence of that paragraph sounds stupid. Who cares about the world!?! Lol, gar.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
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