I would sell my only spinning wheel

rustic pews update
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I bought Hellboy 2 the 3-disc edition from Wal-mart. Fabulous to own it in my collection of DVD's & movies. Curious: I wonder if MVNU will let me take it with me to school. My friend is going to a college where they cannot have rated R movies, and I think PG-13 movies are tolerated. I'm not saying I own many R rated movies (because I don't), but I own a couple of PG-13 movies that really are not that bad (including Hellboy...you know if you get past the tooth fairy part, lollol). I did not think to look it up. I have been looking at the list of things to bring and I have not ran across anything that said I could not bring rated R or PG-13 movies. IDK. I hope I can take my movies with me. :|

salt skin

List of books I want to have made significant progress in by the end of this Quarter for school:

The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides
One for the Money by Janet Evanovich

I was going to have others, but a) I forgot their names and b) I think limiting myself to two is A-OK, because I can only read in spurt amounts anymore. Btw, I believe I bombed my second exam for Art History 101. My goal: to make it up in the final, and pray it at least brings my grade up from the monstrosity that is The 2nd Exam. I'll be lucky if I make a D on that exam.

In other news, I am playing homage to my Hellboy loving by ordering the Hellboy 2 novel from the library. It has had mixed reviews, so being the novel reader that I am-I'll add my own in due time. I am hoping it would live up to the expectations in the movie, but by the sounds of it-I may be in for a shock on that one. However, I do not want to let other people form opinions for me when I can form my own. So, I'll be blogging about that when I actually get to sit down and read it.

Also, it seems I always start back to writing on blogger when I have head colds-these past few days have been no different (I'd like to say this was on purpose, but sadly I was too dumb to notice until now-conveniently when I had a cold). It is unnatural when only your right eye is tearing up and my nose is going banana's. I barely could keep from standing up and walking out the door from my History class, but I only have two more weeks left-I need as much help as I can get. I hope this cold is gone by tomorrow, or significantly reduced in how malicious it is. This cold is brutal because nothing aches or pains me, I just have a twitchy, runny nose, with eyes that randomly water up on me, and only from one eye, making it seem like I am some dysfunctional psycho-crier.

rustic pews

rustic pews

My new art blog, dedicated to both art blogging and sketches (mainly).

awkward turtle

I went to a graduation party in which I felt I was swimming in awkwardness. I find it would have been less awkward, if people would not have talked by me and across from me, but not directly at me. It felt as if I was a ghost, staring at visions of younger days when I longed to sit with people at benches, or talk to someone only to have them whisked away because someone found themselves a much more important fixture in their house. It was just-depressing. Understandable, I bring half of this upon myself, but again I feel that tug that I wish I was somewhere where I was particularly wanted, and needed.

I dreamt four nights ago of clock hands descending from the universe like rain, of the moon as a green eye, of mirrors and insects, of a love that never withdrew. It was not the feeling of completeness that I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.

It could not help, either, that I was tired from working a nine hour shift at work. I was not even allowed to go home and clean myself. I felt dirty, stingy, tired, bored, and awkward all at the same time. Plus, the party was not my cup of tea, it was not terrible, but you have to be musically inclined, and a social butterfly-to even see the benefits of the party. I say musically inclined because he had an open-mic for his party, so obviously artist's are not really great at being musically talented with art-at least not my art abilities.

What I need right now is to clean myself, read some, and eat something. My computer life is sorely lacking these past few days that did not include indulging in fanfiction, or strangely becoming addicted to watching Prince Nuada on youtube. I am shameless in all aspects of my life, and a geek at heart.

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It is hard to to explain this shift in activity. I wish to be active on livejournal, but due to some technical issues, I cannot. However, at the same time, more and more I find myself strangely drawn in to blogger again. It was wonderful during those times when I could just write and write without worries. I've missed the blogging aspect of, well, blogging. This fascination with wanting something that someone is able to read, but yet feel like they are trespassing on sacred ground and feel content just reading rather than interjecting. The side of blogging that is just a way to pour out your thoughts, inquires, without onlookers constantly gauging whether it was right or wrong to make that assumption. I long to hear people's thoughts, but there are days when I wish I could just post what I want without worrying over it all. Blogger gives me that small gratification that I can be me.

My basic layout has been changed, as well as the icons that I am using-if anyone is actually interested in the technical side of my blogging as much as I am. I am a nerd through and through, and I doubt anyone will understand how much I lap up the technical side of journals.