But I like it.

Anyway. I FINALLY got an idea for that drawing I was talking about in my last journal. The real question is, though...
Should I leave the line art or leave it clean and line art free?
Either way, the original sketches are underway and it's already 3000x3000 pixels...meaning it's going to be a really long time before this is finished, if I go into detail and actually add a background and all that jazz. I also have some other art I plan on working on in between, like something for ~YourOryx's Face Your Fears, a few bits of literature work, and maybe a comic or two somewhere in there too, just cuz.

Of course, the only thing I can -really- promise...is that it's going to be a while before I post anything new.

But I gotta.
And I'm gonna.

Lastly, I seem to have misplaced my wallet. That could put a stint in the whole getting to school tomorrow morning plan.

Maybe I'm not gonna. Just cuz I don't wanna.
Sleep, I mean. Life is hard these days. I mean, WoW provides for a good distraction, but there's other things I need to deal with. That lineart I drew of Vieyla has me a bit psyched, though, and I really want to draw now. And I have naughty ideas. I've been in a rather inexplicably naughty mood lately.

I'm sure you wanted to know that.

I should sleep, I have five and half hours before that alarm goes off and six and half before that bus comes. But I've pulled 30-hour days before, and really...all it takes is caffeine and food. But I don't have any money because adhfoaihefoieoihadfuck I got punched in the nuts by a $1.27 overdraft charge by the bank that wound up costing me 20% of my paycheck.

Which fucked up my mood real good and I have yet to really recover; it's been almost a week.

With one pack of cigarettes and $13 in my wallet (which is missing, along with my bus pass, ID, and other important shit, naturally) and I'm quite sure this is going to be a hungry week. If I would have known that I had that overdraft waiting for me, I wouldn't have bought that rum, and saved myself $20 and probably would have been at least able to afford cigarettes for the week.

To top it off, I went on a 30-something hour sleepless march through manual labor as I helped my friend move over the weekend. I really could have used some kind of payment for the eight hours of grueling labor I provided after not sleeping for a long period, but I was instead rewarded with three cans of soda and four slices of pizza. Which I was thankful for, don't get me wrong.

And of course, the normal list of complaints is still there, but I did manage to wake up in a good mood this morning. By this morning, I mean this afternoon, but you knew that. Anyway, I think I'm done calling out people in vague, half-poetic ways in dA journals for a while because I don't think they read them and if they do, they don't seem to get it. Well. Some do. But 90% of my prosey passive-aggressive love notes or death threats seem to go unheard and unheeded.

And if you can't tell by the crazy subject-jumping ADHD-style journal, my brain is a little skewered.

The original point of this journal was to say this: Vieyla came out pretty good, eh? Expect more art soon. Prolly porn. And I lost my wallet. Damnit.

I can't stand the way you touch me.

I swam through bullets like rain on a lake.
I rolled out of the building as it collapsed.
I ducked under the fist of a god.
I wove a path through mine field, blindfolded. In record time, too.
I dodged the fires of the grenade that let loose beside me.

I manuevered my hollow body past you
My words fell on deaf eyes.

Hello!