When sleep should be had…

wanna know something? I’m in college.

Once upon a time, there was a silly man in a silly shirt with silly hair and a silly mask. His name was Trevor. Every night, he did a silly little jig from his tree-stump home in the Kenmore Forest to the dark, foreboding castle of Queen Maevikus Maglikisikus in the Mapleleaf Forest. The way was long, and the cruel trees snagged his silly shirt and mussed his silly hair, but every night without fail he made the trek between the two forests and knocked on the door of Queen Maglikisiku’s castle. He would hold out his silly little hands and, in his silly little voice, would beg the cruel queen to let him play Settlers of Catan.
‘Please your horridness, i am but a poor silly man who wishes for nothing more in this world but to look once upon the golden playing board of Catan.’
His sad story would have melted the hearts of even the hardest tyrants, but the queen was not moved. Luckily for her, she had sold her heart as cheap labor and was making a nice little profit off its work in the coal mines. The silly little man’s story fell on stony ears, and every night she would throw him out of the castle.

so went the story of the silly little man, who from henceforth was referred to as the sad little man.

the end.

Back from China for about, oh, an hour now. I am going to get my gallery up today, if nothing else at least in part.

lets do this shit.

oh hey, have a sketch dump while we’re at it! Here’s what i crapped out produced on the planes to and from China.

Away we go, to the land of very long pictures

(a.k.a. most pointless entry known to mankind)

I dont even want to know what spam I’m going to get from that title. But anyways, what’s going on in people’s lives? In my sad excuse for a life is, of course….

-drum roll please-

College Time!

Oh joyous occasion. Really lovely. School. Ick. I just realized as I write this that I really have nothing to say xD Not even much art to display either, but promises that I will (one day) get this site actually up and running.

Until then, Go Forth Without Falter!

Ever had that really painful experience of trying to explain something to someone who will never ever understand the topic but will do their damn best to try?
it usually involves old people and technology.
-shiver-

Trying to explain the tablet to relatives….

Mum (my mother of all people, who has seen me use it forever): so if you can draw, how do you erase?
Me:………………………………………………………………………………i don’t think there’s a polite way to express my shock….

(a very technical illustration)

…Would a fast food place say “please come inside to avail of our specials”. It would be generous if I said 80% of America doesnt know what avail means.

So I’ve been meaning to update for the longest time but…ehehe. Yeah. Anyways, Ireland is wet. Wet and rocky. Lots of famiry about. All of them seem to be leaving for France during our stay, which makes you wonder. Maybe we smell.

I think school is haunting me, however. I keep seeing people around that look like people from school…and not the ones I ever want to see again. And I dreamed of Hale last night -shiver-.

I finally brought out my tablet yesterday…and promptly remembered why i don’t ever use it. Here, meet Jenoa:

Arrggghhh

…one day I will figure out how to make the picture show up. HA, got it.
Anyways, she is a pirate. Named after some sailing bits and pieces, but then I realized I had spelled it wrong and Jenoa is actually a name. Woops. My Jenoa’s cooler anyways.

(Also, an Irish accent will one day be mine -shakes fist-)

Balls. I’m in Virginia, supposedly getting a good nights sleep after not sleeping for 2 nights in a row and then some long plane rides….but I cant. Bugs. Everywhere. Dive bombing me. And other strange noises, but we dont talk about those. There goes one of those damn bugs again. As for the title of this post, I have only recently returned victorious from a very intense battle with a strange green bug. I have no doubts, however, that the war is still to be waged.

So now here I am, all the lights in this room on, playing random music to distract myself. The only sleep I will be having is when Seattle reaches 12 and i am left without any msn companions, or I simply keel over in exhaustion. The later would be much preferable, though highly improbable.

What does one do in the middle of the night, practically nailed to the bunk bed, cowering from bugs?

Day one, Virginia, 11:11pm seattle time (make a wish), over and out.

Sup? First entry and all…

I’ve been awake since about 3am in a sort of somnambulistic stupor, purely because i made the mistake of trying to sleep early (i.e. 11pm) so i would be awake to babysit today. Ah children.

It’s away to Ireland in about 2 days, including today, and life is packed until then. I’m trying to read as many books as i can before hand, so i don’t have to take them in my luggage, but so far it’s not working so well (read about 1 in the last week…). I have, however, finished Crisis Core. Finally. Sobbed through the last hour or so of the game while cloud was busy doing the ‘manly pat’. If I ever die heroically and my successor gives me the manly pat I will revive myself and beat them until I get some real grief (heaven knows i have enough phoenix down that never worked…).

I feel a bit inadequate posting for the first time in my blog with no pictures to show for myself, but ah well.

Till next time!