The Reckoning!
In theaters never.
So, coupled with a crappy-ass day at work, I find myself at a crossroad. I'm torn, but not between Scylla and Charybdis. Or maybe I am? Well, let's see: I hate my job (only when I'm on the register), but I like my co-workers and my bosses, I hate getting paid minimum wage but it's all I've got right now.
In conclusion, I'm going to continue my search for a better job. Better paying, perhaps. We shall see.
You know what? I had a funny feeling today was going to suck ass. I just knew it.
Ugh.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
The Weary Hand
It just ain't what it used to be.
So, I've decided to dedicate a majority of my time improving my drawing skills, as they have waned due to years of neglect. How do I expect to illustrate my wonderful stories if I lack the artistic drive? How indeed.
Until I get my money back in taxes so I can do the stuff I've wanted to do for awhile, I'm gonna turn my focus towards drawing and computing. And my books, which I haven't read through yet. I will though, I promise.
I haven't entirely decided what I wanted to do with the UFA. I've been focusing on elements with so much depth that I've ignored the things I should have been working on from the start. Like the actual plot. Gee, who knew, right? It always ends up like that.
I'm still in development, so I don't need to buy any big fancy paper to draw on yet. I want to make sure my skills are up to par before I do any actual progress with the UFA. Another thing I need to do is to give the damn thing a fucking title. That's a start. It's just so difficult to do so. I can spend hours trying to figure out a really kick ass and meaningful title. Hours. Without coming to a final choice.
Whatever. Back to drawing.
So, I've decided to dedicate a majority of my time improving my drawing skills, as they have waned due to years of neglect. How do I expect to illustrate my wonderful stories if I lack the artistic drive? How indeed.
Until I get my money back in taxes so I can do the stuff I've wanted to do for awhile, I'm gonna turn my focus towards drawing and computing. And my books, which I haven't read through yet. I will though, I promise.
I haven't entirely decided what I wanted to do with the UFA. I've been focusing on elements with so much depth that I've ignored the things I should have been working on from the start. Like the actual plot. Gee, who knew, right? It always ends up like that.
I'm still in development, so I don't need to buy any big fancy paper to draw on yet. I want to make sure my skills are up to par before I do any actual progress with the UFA. Another thing I need to do is to give the damn thing a fucking title. That's a start. It's just so difficult to do so. I can spend hours trying to figure out a really kick ass and meaningful title. Hours. Without coming to a final choice.
Whatever. Back to drawing.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Crying Over Spilled Rum
¡ooʍ ¡ɹǝqɯnu ʍǝu ɐ ɹoɟ ʎpɐǝɹ ǝq ˙uoos ǝuoɥd ןןǝɔ ʎɯ ƃuıʇʇǝƃ ǝq ןן,\ı
˙oƃ ʇǝן oʇ uɹɐǝן oʇ pǝǝu ʎןןɐǝɹ ı ˙ʎןɹɐǝ ooʇ ǝq ןןıʇs ʎɐɯ ʇı ˙ʍouʞ noʎ 'ʎɐp s,\ǝuıʇuǝןɐʌ uo sıɥʇ ssǝɹdxǝ oʇ ʇuɐʍ ı ɟı ǝɹns ʇou ɯ,\ı puɐ 'ǝʇɐʞ ǝʌoן ןןıʇs ı
˙ǝɹısǝp uo ʞɹoʍ oʇ pǝǝu ןןıʇs ı ˙sı ʇɐɥʇ 'ʎɐp ǝɥʇ ɟo ˙puǝ ǝɥʇ ɹoɟ ʇdǝɔxǝ ƃuıɥʇʎuɐ ʇnoqɐ ʞuıɥʇ oʇ ʇuɐʍ ʇ,\uop ʇsnɾ ı ǝɹǝɥʍ sʎɐp ǝɯos ǝʌɐɥ ɐuuoƃ sı ɥʇuoɯ sıɥʇ ˙ʞɔɐɹʇ uo ʞɔɐq ƃuıʇʇǝƃ ʎןʍoןs sı ǝɟıן ʎɯ 'ʎɐʍʎuɐ
˙ʎuunɟ ǝq pןnoʍ ʇı ʇɥƃnoɥʇ ʇsnɾ ı 'sıɥʇ op oʇ pǝpıɔǝp ı ʎɥʍ uosɐǝɹ ɹɐןnɔıʇɹɐd ou s,\ǝɹǝɥʇ ˙noʎ oʇ sopnʞ uǝɥʇ ʎɹʇuǝ ƃoןq sıɥʇ ɹǝɥdıɔǝp oʇ pǝƃɐuɐɯ noʎ ɟı
˙sǝʎ ɥo
˙oƃ ʇǝן oʇ uɹɐǝן oʇ pǝǝu ʎןןɐǝɹ ı ˙ʎןɹɐǝ ooʇ ǝq ןןıʇs ʎɐɯ ʇı ˙ʍouʞ noʎ 'ʎɐp s,\ǝuıʇuǝןɐʌ uo sıɥʇ ssǝɹdxǝ oʇ ʇuɐʍ ı ɟı ǝɹns ʇou ɯ,\ı puɐ 'ǝʇɐʞ ǝʌoן ןןıʇs ı
˙ǝɹısǝp uo ʞɹoʍ oʇ pǝǝu ןןıʇs ı ˙sı ʇɐɥʇ 'ʎɐp ǝɥʇ ɟo ˙puǝ ǝɥʇ ɹoɟ ʇdǝɔxǝ ƃuıɥʇʎuɐ ʇnoqɐ ʞuıɥʇ oʇ ʇuɐʍ ʇ,\uop ʇsnɾ ı ǝɹǝɥʍ sʎɐp ǝɯos ǝʌɐɥ ɐuuoƃ sı ɥʇuoɯ sıɥʇ ˙ʞɔɐɹʇ uo ʞɔɐq ƃuıʇʇǝƃ ʎןʍoןs sı ǝɟıן ʎɯ 'ʎɐʍʎuɐ
˙ʎuunɟ ǝq pןnoʍ ʇı ʇɥƃnoɥʇ ʇsnɾ ı 'sıɥʇ op oʇ pǝpıɔǝp ı ʎɥʍ uosɐǝɹ ɹɐןnɔıʇɹɐd ou s,\ǝɹǝɥʇ ˙noʎ oʇ sopnʞ uǝɥʇ ʎɹʇuǝ ƃoןq sıɥʇ ɹǝɥdıɔǝp oʇ pǝƃɐuɐɯ noʎ ɟı
˙sǝʎ ɥo
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Let the Worries Begin
I am not prepared.
Well, money has become an issue once again. Of course, I'm not stating that currently, but I will be, in the very near future. Many things are gonna happen, which will result in me investing my money to keep a few necessities existent.
Like my cell phone, which is subjected to change very soon.
My car insurance, which subjected to change very soon.
And quite possibly my life, although that may take s longer amount of time to change, but not far off.
Work is tiresome. At a glance, I guess it shouldn't really be all that tiring, but it is. It could be my depression. That would explain a lot. It would explain why I'm tired all of the time, and also why I don't have all the energy I used too. But why am I depressed? Well, let's take a look:
1. I have no love life. I want a relationship, but maybe it's too early. I'm not completely sure. My indecisiveness depresses me, along with my lack of a significant partner.
2. I'm not where I want to be physically. Of course, I could start to change that. I mean, I have all the motivation in the world to start, but why have I not begun? Is it really motivation after all? No, I suppose not.
3. I don't make nearly enough to be single handily be paying for my cell phone bill, my car insurance, and my rent on a monthly basis. In total, that's gonna be like $600 - $800 dollars. Awesome for me.
4. I didn't start college when I wanted to, but then again, It's my fault that happened. I accept that.
I can't think of any more, but I will put more once I think of them. Any way, I always asked to myself, "does karma exist?" I don't think I've done anything wrong, and I'm always polite and grateful to people. So why am I frequently getting shit in my face? Why do financial and other worldly problems seem to plague me? It could just be the way life is. And if that's true, then I hate life, as it is for me now. Granted, life has its good moments, but when you sift through all the shit, you'll be able to find them.
And you can quote me on that!
Hurray for February!
[/sarcasm].
Well, money has become an issue once again. Of course, I'm not stating that currently, but I will be, in the very near future. Many things are gonna happen, which will result in me investing my money to keep a few necessities existent.
Like my cell phone, which is subjected to change very soon.
My car insurance, which subjected to change very soon.
And quite possibly my life, although that may take s longer amount of time to change, but not far off.
Work is tiresome. At a glance, I guess it shouldn't really be all that tiring, but it is. It could be my depression. That would explain a lot. It would explain why I'm tired all of the time, and also why I don't have all the energy I used too. But why am I depressed? Well, let's take a look:
1. I have no love life. I want a relationship, but maybe it's too early. I'm not completely sure. My indecisiveness depresses me, along with my lack of a significant partner.
2. I'm not where I want to be physically. Of course, I could start to change that. I mean, I have all the motivation in the world to start, but why have I not begun? Is it really motivation after all? No, I suppose not.
3. I don't make nearly enough to be single handily be paying for my cell phone bill, my car insurance, and my rent on a monthly basis. In total, that's gonna be like $600 - $800 dollars. Awesome for me.
4. I didn't start college when I wanted to, but then again, It's my fault that happened. I accept that.
I can't think of any more, but I will put more once I think of them. Any way, I always asked to myself, "does karma exist?" I don't think I've done anything wrong, and I'm always polite and grateful to people. So why am I frequently getting shit in my face? Why do financial and other worldly problems seem to plague me? It could just be the way life is. And if that's true, then I hate life, as it is for me now. Granted, life has its good moments, but when you sift through all the shit, you'll be able to find them.
And you can quote me on that!
Hurray for February!
[/sarcasm].
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