OMG inkdeath!

I'm sooo happy that Inkdeath is coming out soon, Cornelia Funke is such a big owner! Inkspell was the book that inspired my Prisoner Exchange story, along with part of Eragon. Which brings me to the part that Brisngr is coming out too! How happy is that??? (answer=very happy). I already spoiled myself with some iffy-wikipedia-plot-details that I think Funke gave away in her last year German reading of Inkdeath. And one of them pisses me off! Aughhhhh! after everrryyything!!! (wah). But it will doubtless be really really cool. As cool as inkspell... it's hard to say. But I don't like fenoglio. or whoever. he's annoying. Or uh Orpheus. Stupid Orpheus, Farid is so much cooler than thou.

So I just spent an unmentionable amount of hours drawing and correcting and editting and redrawing and fussing over one of my drawings. I wanted to prove that I could do more than just a straight-on, small-sized person like what I was trying to do with this and this but for both of those I had a reference. For this the only reference I used was myself! At some point you might have been able to tell before I modified the eyes and gave her not-me hair and not-me face shape. So basically, I used myself to make sure the proportions were right and the general lines of the face. To anybody who listens to music while they draw, I suggest the dark ipod screen as a mirror, it's very effective :D. I always like only use myself as a model, or pictures or something, because staring at other people is somewhat unsettling for me. Plus they'd be like "wth is this taking so long?" and I'd be like "just seven more hours!" (not really) and then I'd show them the drawing and they'd be like "This doesn't even look a slightest bit like me!" and I'd be like "oh yeah, all I really needed is how to draw a nose, and where your ear is, and the head shape. sorry." then they'd proceed to murder me. That's why i don't like models.
So anyway this didn't really prove I can do it, it just proved that after a long time I can produce something that looks like a human, yayz! I'm sort of picturing the person I'm drawing as being Maeve from my vampy story.

No worries about my vampy story, it will be just as disturbing and edgy as any other story i'd write, it won't be all highschool-gushy-mushy-goth-cheerleader stuff or something. yuck. goth-gossipy-cheerleader-vampires sounds like a nightmare, what a contradiction.

Anyway, I think somebody up there has a vendetta against me, because I was going to go sit in my tree in the woods and stare out at the field and read a book in the serenity, beauty and quiet and possibly rain. but there was like a freaking circus at the play ground. Well more like a billion screaming kids with balloons, and a jumping castle and a person with a loud speaker. A jumping castle!!! WTH. that was so irritating it was actually funny. Like I said, vendetta. I could hear them from my tree.

FALL IS COMING! IT'S COLD! IT'S HAPPY! IT'S AMAZING! Sure signs of fall: my dog made me smile this morning before I put on my chapstick and little beads of blood formed on my mouth, definitely dry enough. plus my hands right now are like subzero. and it's not even THAT cold. somehow my circulatory system failing definitely indicates fall.

OAUGOEUGH! pain and suffering! PAIN and suffering. So in the thespian project, we split up into groups of two, one group is doing the script, one costumes blah blah blah. Me and this one guy are doing Setting/Set/Props. So we meet at my house and get through the props and sets we need in an orderly fashion and then talk for like who knows how long. He is a conversationalist. I am sort of like any animal that lives under a rock and communicates with flicks of its tongue. No, but being a conversationalist, he was easy to talk to. And now I'm jealous of Valley View's Drama Board. And here's where the pain and suffering comes in. Afterword me and my mom meet in the hall when I'm going into the compy room and she goes "SoOOOooo" and makes THE FACE. augh! why do moms always have to think about stuff like that?? It's promoting a bad message, that's what I think! (grumble grumble grumble.)

sigh.