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Dammit...
So I started drawing details on the drawing, I started on the ARM at the right side of the page. I had the perfect sketch of Adric's cybernetic arm and now I cannot find it, My super clean room and I can't find a fucking sketch in all of my organized shit. Dammit, where the hell is it? It was IS so damn perfect. I guess I'll draw from left to right but chances are everything will get smudged.... With me being Left handed and all.
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Tuesday mania....
I took advice from Erok and decided to overdue it, instead of doing 3 panels I did 5 panels not counting the cybernetic arm. Although it is just the first draft...
It's just a small dialog between characters.
Adric was in a car crash and both his arms became detached, by the time he was found his arms couldn't be attached back so his father spent millions on a design Adric had created and now has prototypes, which cause considerable pain amounts of pain. When he awoke weeks later after the accident, he freaks out after seeing his new arms and is drugged with sedatives. After calming down he states that he doesn't remember what had happened other than that he fired his assistant.
I don't like the first or fourth, or even the fifth panel but it's alright... I'm not done yet. None of their designs are really final, hell I can't even draw him in his superhero suit, or his prototype mask that I had posted earlier..
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SLS: Student Success
I had to do this worksheet to see what I would be perfect to do, I wrote in Artist/writer.... Afterward, I had to go to the computer and find the majors and what not.
Fine Art was there but nothing indicating writing... Does it have to be an English major? I wanna take writing AND Art classes, That way I have something in case the other fails. Or just take art classes for shits and giggles.
anyway writer wasn't on there but waiter was. There's a waiter degree? How about Sewing machine mechanic? WTF? Women studies... Now I don't hate women but if it goes from Waste management to Women studies.... I'm sure there's a lot of studies missing between them and after them.
So I decided Art studies, I'm already going to take a lot of writing classes anyway.
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Titties and Tater-tots don't mix
Meh.... At least I haven't given up, I don't like the last one. Looks like the man is a fucking tree trunk for a body, he has twig legs... And the arms... are kinda wrong, and the rest of the proportions.. :(
And the first one, he don't have elf ears but it looks like he does. *obviously none of them are finished, missing details...*
Dammit... I won't give up, but I should have.
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The Rant about nothing.
All throughout this week I took up drawing before classes and in the hour period when I'm just waiting for a class. Worst thing I've done... It fucking sucks it's as if I'm back in kindergarten when I was tracing every fucking thing I could find, and couldn't draw anything at all. I spent 4 hours at home trying to draw Venom, or Carnage and that's when I realized, I suck. The fact that this single thing is a rant pisses me off. I should get a Livejournal and start cutting myself and start ranting more than I already do, I already have a topic: "My parents loved me too much so now I brag about how I have a horrible life when really, I could have had a worse life than I already have, I mean I don't live in Darfur", it sucks because I can't put that long ass title on these journals.
The farthest I've gone without going on a erasing obsession is this.
Look at those shitty arms and pants/feet and the torso looks flat as hell... Dammit. I'll keep trying, but only because I am persistent.
Maybe it's college... Maybe College is fucking me up...
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FUCK!
So I just got a Scanner/Printer..
But when I scan things it converts pictures into PDF... I'm currently trying to convert it into something else but... FUCK!!!!
jpeg
bmp
anything!!!
And my brother is currently playing ME2 on insane... I don't enjoy the screaming and use of racial terms.
Shit's been fixed, but my brother is still screaming like a bitch... Geez I had a harder time playing CoD4 but he's bitching about a bioware game.
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RANT!!! Terrible human beings Pt. 6
If she ever wanted to get married I would deny her request, a person as terrible as her shouldn't be allowed to live or at least allowed to get a happy ending. Of course if other women wanted to be married to eachother, I wouldn't deny their request. Which kinda makes me just as terrible of a person as her, my rant started with this horrible dream I had and its just a small dream to begin with, and now here I am saying she shouldn't be allowed to be alive.
My dream started with me walking to the apartment complex I currently occupy after finishing a day of college. When I open the door the living room is surprisingly empty which is weird since my brother tends to sleep all day on the couch. I walk into my room to find her, in my room, HER. I stand in my room baffled, my mom walks in and tells me that she's staying with us from now on and she's going to be sleeping in my room and all of the sudden my brother comes in with boxes of her shit and as he sets the box down roaches start coming out of it and I start freaking out... Then I wake up, pretty silly nightmare if I just wrote it and didn't tell you the wonderful history I had with this witch. I open my eyes and I immediately check my Zune, 6:34 am, I run out of my room to find my brother watching Netflix on his 360. I am relieved, I've had TONS and TONS of weird nightmares but this one actually had a weird impact on me the entire day. I was sick and felt like shit and was scared to go home since I thought it was going to come true, plus I fucked up my homework( Handwritten work is a no-no).
I've had nightmares where I'm the only person alive when the aliens invade, or I'm the only one awake and as I look out my window I notice this weird robot thing patrolling the streets, or a zombie uprising where zombies actually know how to drive cars, FUCKING CARS. Weird thing is in that zombie dream, the cars that the zombies were driving would constantly increase in size, so you would have these zombies in super huge cars that would take up entire highways as I'm trying to get away from then with Leon Kennedy... Yeah I had that dream shortly after Resident Evil 2 came out.
Looking back at it, I'm make myself sound like an asshole since I am just ranting on this woman who probably had a terrible life.... Probably.
We all have our faults and I am no different than you and she is, although she is a terrible woman I will scream it till my lungs dry out and my skin is all stretched out and my hair is gray, and I'm downright having a dementia fit.
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RANT!!! Terrible human beings Pt. 5
But my mom is a patient woman, for some reason she didn't yell back. She has yelled back at her, I mean my mom has fought with both of them a lot. My mom just stayed quiet and that scared me since I was watched the bitch yelling at my mother from the hallway and my brother was there letting it happen. So the bitch's dog gave birth to 3 puppies; 2 males, 1 female. Bitch named the puppies, Tiny, Coco, and Molly. Tiny and Molly came out looking like their father which was a chihuahua while Coco came out like a mix of a chihuahua and a Yorkie, durrr. Everything was fine at the moment until shit got real.
Apparently Isha didn't like white people as well, same goes for anyone has a skin color to begin with. So one day while I'm at school and my mother is working, I'm assuming something happens during her cross burning session and she begins to pick a fight with the workers which results in my mom losing the house(I can't specify anymore because, I don't how the hell what happened). So we had to clear our shit out. All I know is that my mom gave this contractor the house and gradually my mom would pay rent-to-own and now the guy owns the house and he was kicking us out. So April 28 we move into a motel near seaworld because it was cheap. We start clearing everything out to put into storage while we're looking for a place to stay. Now I could have written something wonderful about that experience, ACROSS from the motel we were staying at was the Sheraton World Resort. At that exact resort, JACON was happening, right across the street from ME, there were people dressed as Naruto characters walking on the sidewalk jaywalking to the Sheraton. Another wonderful thing is that Geoff Fink, Dan Godwin, Joel Heyman from roosterteeth were there, I could have fucking met then but I didn't. I mostly stayed in my fucking room and tried to steal the router the front office had.
During this exact time my brother stopped paying for the laptop he had gotten. The laptop I had mentioned earlier was owed to Rent-a-center or Aaron's or one of those scam stores. And since it was under the bitch's name she claimed it as stolen, which it wasn't. They didn't believe her though, because when she was getting it, she asked the lady that.
"If I report it stolen do I still have to pay for it?"
And apparently they document the shit people tend to say and they didn't believe her, obviously. But they didn't or couldn't arrest her. So we have four people staying in a motel also sharing it with 5 dogs; My dog, Princess, and her 3 puppies. It was great too because I had to watch what she watched, which was Vh1 and MTV and all that shit that is irrelevant to current culture movements and just spend their time being as trashy as possible with reality shows instead of being run for music as they used to. I had to sleep in the same room as the bitch that I fucking hated along with my mother and my brother. So we went living from motel room to motel room. On the last week of this wonderful time wondering if we are going to live on the street, my mom sells her Red Nissan Sentra(but every picture I find, the backseat window looks big, and makes that back area look big... WHICH IT ISN'T) to a scrapyard that mashes up a perfectly great car and when you look at it a "Green efficient" car.
One day(again) my brother and the bitch fight, and in that fight she scratches the living hell out of my brother's face. My brother just ran off after the fight, I guess he feared he would get arrested. So now it's just me, my mom, and the bitch sharing a room with 5 dogs. My mom finds out where my brother is and apparently he's staying with a friend of his' mother, which she's a great lady for doing that, so me and my mom hangout with him and I find out that once my school is over I might have to start living in Puerto Rico, "until we get back on our feet and until we get rid of the bitch ruining our lives." So we go to the movies together and watch Mission Impossible 3... it was a great movie when I saw it but now, meh. We drop my brother off at the lady's house and head back to the motel room we were staying at. A few minutes after we arrive someone calls, bitch answers it and she immediately hangs up she says its my brother and that he insulted her, I guess in that one split second when she had the receiver on her ear he must have spoken surprisingly fast, I look puzzled because she again wasn't paying for shit, there was one small instance when she paid for a room but I really wouldn't put much information into... It might make her look human, which she isn't. He calls again and this time my mom answers. That same night, it was around 7 or 8 so she decides to go to the pool of the place and there she meets an ignorant blue-eyed American which I'm guessing she seduces.
So my last day of school May 25th is the day me and my mom leave for Puerto Rico and sit on the back of the school because apparently the school was eager to kick out it's students since it was the last day and all. I wait an hour, a fucking hour for my mom and that bitch to arrive in the van, although I did have to wait longer on other days, when she was busy doing whatever the hell it is witches do, I would always wait in school til it was 6 to 7 pm because a certainly busy bitch would never pick me up. Anyway they pick me up and she drives us to the airport and that is the last I ever see her, fuck her, thank fucking god I never see her again. If I ever see her again it would be way too soon and it already is way too soon. She's now a lesbian, that's shame that from now on lesbians in my mind will be known for being complete and utter terrible people, I used to know a bunch of girls who were lesbians, they were friendly people, but I so fucking hate her. ARGUAH!!!!!! TO BE CONCLUDED! finally
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