Dream Country

Next update on July 3. Inverloch , that is. XD haha, I'm such a fangirl!

This year looks to be a very busy year. Yes, we are doing the Locust-food thing for STR. And apple has dragged me into the whirlpool that is artclub (rather, Club Art) and just today, Inkwell somehow managed to get ahold of me. 0_0 Yesh. We got a couple of Long tests next week (phhhhhyyysick.), three new viscomm plates, a bio paper, and more academic and non-academic junk. Ellipsis is angel. Mwahaha. And Varden is better non-blonde.

The new FL project with Cy is going nowhere slowly, and I am still working on several character designs which will appear here soon, if I will it so. The script of a graphic novel called Dream Country is still in progress, and I'm working on that with Tim as well. -_-

Life isn't depressing. And neither is Muon. Muon is lovely fun. Funfunfunfunfun. I guess it is because everyone likes to poke each other a lot.

Unfaire

Inverloch is one of the awsomest things i've seen so far. 0_0 I *need* I made a similar-themed series in the 5th grade, but it sort of sucked and went unfinished. LoL. This is my dream. *starry eyes*

Another House

I'm planning to move to Livejournal. :) Meaning this year-old bloggie will soon be abandoned. But not for a few months, at least, mainly because the LJ thing is still under construction.

Viscom is penultimate elective love. <3

Rockxs Session 1

Rockxs! Session 1

Once upon a time, there was a guy named Job. He had lots of bunnies and kids and wives and camels. Satan likes to shake his booty. God asked Satan why he always shook his booty.

He said, “I despise disco and poplaw.” Then Satan asked God to torture Job because he had lots of bunnies and camels.

Satan said to Job, “I like you to shake your camels.” So Job did not shake anything because God said, “I don’t advocate shaking.” The camel-loving guy, Moses, parted the sea of camels. This was extremely, wonderfully, greatly, intensely, magnificently outrageous.

God used his magic wand to cast a camel upon Job’s bunnies. The disco-hunting devil ate Job’s wives and belched. Job’s bad kids suffered endlessly because Satan belched on food.

Job ran to Whitecastle where Darth Timothy and Obi-wan Jessica and Steve Burns lived. He barfed at Steve’s dog, Periwinkle. Satan tried to eat Job’s pretty kids. A giganterrific salamander ate the humpy camels for supper, after having turtle ice cream.

‘Noooo!!!’

Obi-wan went to Hawaii where Luke Turtlewalker and God were on sabbatical. God said, “I like to boogie with Cy!” Eventually, they threatened to return books without permission. Job’s fortune cookies made Hannah happy and gay. He cried wolf turtle and said, “I shake my camel now!!” Then his lawyer filed a suitcase against Satan. God said, “Settlement under siege is okay.” Job’s booty returned and shook!

THE ENDEND…or is it…?

*frontlobmadness XDXDXD

The Last Day the First

The Senior Chronicles begin.


VladyMuon. x_x Hilarious. Muon is a funner section than expected. Homeroom was the second time I laughed so hard that I could'nt breathe. (The first time was in 3rd year, when sir santi tortured Jasper. That too was on the first day) Jerome is the CEO. Yay. Somehow I was swindled into being half of the treasurer. But that's okay. I guess.

I hope I get into viscomm, I hope I pass the screening. If not, there's always creative writing... 0_0 but he's scary.

iconage

A quick lookthrough of the Mg multiply made me do this. That, and Boredom. ^_^ Yay. MgIsLove. Maybe a colorbar will follow. haha.

Supernova!

Sn-1987a!

I've been filling up on stuff about supernovae, for a new story, hopefully, based on Peter Pan and a lot of other things. XD Tim, as always, is going to be the consultant, the critic, the giver of advice and blah. Oh, today is photo day (lol) and I shall post shots of the "Dumb Doog" (yes, doog.) called Socks. Ick. Behold, the nipping slobbermachine whose hugs are lethal.

from left to right : socks and abigail in the park;socks trying to lick the camera; abby pat and celine

Peter Pan's Shadow

I had an interesting conversation with Jessica yesterday. Since, according to her, my cellphone was anemic, we had to continue through text because I was too lazy to find the charger. It mostly revolved around 4th year...what was going to happen, what we were going to do. She mentioned cramming, IRs and the front lob during lunch with the People (who I can safely designate as Cy and co.) and, us ruling the front lob, which is actually cy's greatest dream come true. :D Yay.

We also talked of people getting tired of people. I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder, but only sometimes. The rest of the time, absence lets the thing fade, whatever it was, if ever anything existed. Jess was going on about how the best friends never get tired of each other, and I guess that much is true. Getting tired of people equates to taking them for granted, maybe. We get tired of too much TV, too much vacation, too much blah. For some pompous good-for-nothings, it's the same with people. Too much of him, too much of her. Oh, I'm tired. Let's move on to the next.

If you're wondering why I'm rambling about this, don't worry, it doesn't have anything to do with anyone vaguely connected to me. I just found it interesting, is all. :D Oh! New story idea! dundun...