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noellenoAwesome people write emo posts, post emo posts, and then delete them ten minutes later. I RULE. But now I am far too tired to be a whiny little loser, so posting can be much more....uh. Not whiny?
So I liked it a little on the left, then I stared at it, began to loathe it entirely. Then I come back after my shower and it's somehow not that bad again? I mean, for a cheap pchat doodle? Ehhh. Ierno. Mieren. He is a monsterrrrrr.
The otherrr monsterrr, Yulio. Who is really nice but who cares, he's just as uninspired as Mieren, so he doesn't deserve any love or respect. Has to have his face and hands covered in public because he scares people, ha ha.
I am exceedingly grateful I know wtf we are doing in Illustrator. I don't have to think too much this or next week. Photoshop on the other hand..we are going to be learning masking. It will be a very informative week. Speech? Ehh...well..I have the poster! I am not good at preparing speeches.
Five images that represent you/parts of your personality, present. Five minutes.
1. Photo of a wooden cross in an Alpine valley//Faith
One of the constants in my life, and one of my conflicts. Maybe not so much avoiding it, as it has been an issue of standing by my values. So many dissenting voices telling me I'm wrong, even jerks who laugh and smirk at me. But from everything I've learned, isn't that the same for everyone? Lots of people, no matter what walk, seem to deal with that. It's so personal, but it's so universal, too, I guess.
I'm a Catholic. I have to stop being scared to say that. Public school scared me from saying it. Are you kidding? Nobody hip believes in God anymore! I was very easily intimidated in my middle-high school days into this frame of mind, especially since it was easier to make friends if you just agreed. I still sometimes have trouble with this.
Since I began researching my own faith, and views of others, I'm starting to become a bit more confident with it all. Nobody should be frightened to express their beliefs. In this so-called demand for tolerance that many liberal politicians and speakers proclaim, so quickly are Christians exclused from the picture. I don't know...Maybe being excluded is still something that worries me.
Either way. I can't not believe. It is something in me. I cannot explain it in a scientific or logical way. It is too personal. And many would say fake. I doubt the desire to live a good life is something to be scoffed at, though, and that is what I am trying to do. My faith is something that helps me do so. My compass. Fdgdsf I can't go into detail, I need to make each of these images only a minute in length. I could go on for a long time and end up babbling nonsensically.
2. Photo of a man holding hands with his daughter//Daddy
Ahahahaa I am going to choke up at this part.
I am my father's daughter, Mom says. We share a love of stupid movies, Looney Tunes, and trivia that has no function in normal conversation. He used to come into my room when I was little, and would be scared about dying. I used to think I'd just end up in a big, black nothing. Daddy would stay up with me for as long as I needed, and he would talk. About how I'd live to be 90 years old with a ton of grandkids. About his dad, a man I only know through stories. About how awesome it'll be when he gets to see him again, and how cool it'll be to introduce him to me.
He picked me up in the mornings to get me on my feet when I couldn't move my legs. He danced with me around the living room, singing "Shall We Dance?". He drove me to swim club in winter, even when he had scalded his ankle and had to wear sandals. He has the shittiest job with the shittiest hours, but he still does it for us.
He writes songs about summer, and his father, and Mom. He likes horrrible bluegrass music, but he plays the mandolin like a dream. He is the only one in the house who will sit and watch MST3K with me.
He holds my hand in church and tells me he loves me all the time. He lets me hold his arm when I'm walking in awkward shoes on concrete.
Oh God, he is the best person to ever breathe. HAHA sdhfoisjk I am too emotional.
3. A digital abstract by CrystalILDiablo on Deviantart//Art
Huu, okay. I don't know how to drag this on for sixty seconds. Art? Air. Same difference. It's the only thing I know how to do sort of well. If I can't find a future in it, I'm not sure how much of a future I'll have. I would love to be good enough to invoke strong feelings from people. Er, not particularly angry ones. But I'd feel pretty cool if I brought someone to tears, ahahaha.
I flail between wanting to animate, and wanting to do storyboard, and wanting to just be a character/concept designer. I don't know. I always have these ideas, and then when I try to talk them out I feel dumb. Maybe drawing IS the only way.
4. A screencap from Shadow of the Colossus//Gaming
My first console was the Sega Genesis, and my first owned video game was The Lion King, hurr. I never owned a NES/SNES. Only played Super Mario on an emulator. I don't have the credentials to be a true gamer. But I do love video games. I love talking about them, ranting about them, watching shows about their development. I think there's lots of potential there, and maybe that's why I'm in the CGT program for Game Design/Development.
Video games is probably the strongest link I had with the friends I made in high school. They'd come over my house every so often to play Tekken and this amazing 3-player old game Rampart which I sucked at but oh well it was fun anyway. We bitched about which Final Fantasy sucked more and could never agree, because some doofs have the gall to believe FF8 was a good game.
I don't play alot. But I do play. Mostly action titles, things that aren't heavy on cutscenes, mindless leveling up, or dialogue, because that is boring and I have better things to do in that case. I always like watching previews for games and making guesses about how they'll play. And video games is a great way for me to not make friends, because I apparently hate all the good games and the pc lags too much to play Counterstrike rofl.OH THIS IS GOING TO BE A FUN SIXTY SECONDS HERE TOO.
5. A "Free Internet" coupon I got off of 4chan//Dork factor 6
Oh God this is going to be improv. Probably about how my first foray into the internet, I was shocked and appalled that there was a Sailor Neptune (because I had made one up and thought it was the bee's knees). From thereon I started to gain a sense of humor, and maybe that's how I survived middle school, because Lord knows I had no concept of sarcasm when I got into the 7th grade. I took everyone so seriously. I think the internet desensitized me. Gave me a place to cool off from the stupid, and enjoy a stupid that didn't effect me in the real world.
Somehow I ended up with a bunch of friends off this here internet. I have no real accurate reason as to why this could have happened; I am neither entertaining nor intelligent. But it is something that has impacted my life in a (I think) good way. Lots of neat letters have been written and received because of it, and I have tried Finnish and Belgian chocolate as a result. Gotten music I'd never have ever found here, which has made my tastes develop for the better. Made connections that I think will be relevent for a long, long time. Especially since so many of my 'net friends are hopeful artists, too. I'm sure there'll be opportunities to help each other out, ahaha. Somebody get me a job. X0
Gee, aren't my notes amazing(ly gay).
...There. If I can get through 2, I can DO IT PERFECT. Ugh midnight, why are you midnight already. I guess that means I should sleep.
So I liked it a little on the left, then I stared at it, began to loathe it entirely. Then I come back after my shower and it's somehow not that bad again? I mean, for a cheap pchat doodle? Ehhh. Ierno. Mieren. He is a monsterrrrrr.
The otherrr monsterrr, Yulio. Who is really nice but who cares, he's just as uninspired as Mieren, so he doesn't deserve any love or respect. Has to have his face and hands covered in public because he scares people, ha ha.
I am exceedingly grateful I know wtf we are doing in Illustrator. I don't have to think too much this or next week. Photoshop on the other hand..we are going to be learning masking. It will be a very informative week. Speech? Ehh...well..I have the poster! I am not good at preparing speeches.
Five images that represent you/parts of your personality, present. Five minutes.
1. Photo of a wooden cross in an Alpine valley//Faith
One of the constants in my life, and one of my conflicts. Maybe not so much avoiding it, as it has been an issue of standing by my values. So many dissenting voices telling me I'm wrong, even jerks who laugh and smirk at me. But from everything I've learned, isn't that the same for everyone? Lots of people, no matter what walk, seem to deal with that. It's so personal, but it's so universal, too, I guess.
I'm a Catholic. I have to stop being scared to say that. Public school scared me from saying it. Are you kidding? Nobody hip believes in God anymore! I was very easily intimidated in my middle-high school days into this frame of mind, especially since it was easier to make friends if you just agreed. I still sometimes have trouble with this.
Since I began researching my own faith, and views of others, I'm starting to become a bit more confident with it all. Nobody should be frightened to express their beliefs. In this so-called demand for tolerance that many liberal politicians and speakers proclaim, so quickly are Christians exclused from the picture. I don't know...Maybe being excluded is still something that worries me.
Either way. I can't not believe. It is something in me. I cannot explain it in a scientific or logical way. It is too personal. And many would say fake. I doubt the desire to live a good life is something to be scoffed at, though, and that is what I am trying to do. My faith is something that helps me do so. My compass. Fdgdsf I can't go into detail, I need to make each of these images only a minute in length. I could go on for a long time and end up babbling nonsensically.
2. Photo of a man holding hands with his daughter//Daddy
Ahahahaa I am going to choke up at this part.
I am my father's daughter, Mom says. We share a love of stupid movies, Looney Tunes, and trivia that has no function in normal conversation. He used to come into my room when I was little, and would be scared about dying. I used to think I'd just end up in a big, black nothing. Daddy would stay up with me for as long as I needed, and he would talk. About how I'd live to be 90 years old with a ton of grandkids. About his dad, a man I only know through stories. About how awesome it'll be when he gets to see him again, and how cool it'll be to introduce him to me.
He picked me up in the mornings to get me on my feet when I couldn't move my legs. He danced with me around the living room, singing "Shall We Dance?". He drove me to swim club in winter, even when he had scalded his ankle and had to wear sandals. He has the shittiest job with the shittiest hours, but he still does it for us.
He writes songs about summer, and his father, and Mom. He likes horrrible bluegrass music, but he plays the mandolin like a dream. He is the only one in the house who will sit and watch MST3K with me.
He holds my hand in church and tells me he loves me all the time. He lets me hold his arm when I'm walking in awkward shoes on concrete.
Oh God, he is the best person to ever breathe. HAHA sdhfoisjk I am too emotional.
3. A digital abstract by CrystalILDiablo on Deviantart//Art
Huu, okay. I don't know how to drag this on for sixty seconds. Art? Air. Same difference. It's the only thing I know how to do sort of well. If I can't find a future in it, I'm not sure how much of a future I'll have. I would love to be good enough to invoke strong feelings from people. Er, not particularly angry ones. But I'd feel pretty cool if I brought someone to tears, ahahaha.
I flail between wanting to animate, and wanting to do storyboard, and wanting to just be a character/concept designer. I don't know. I always have these ideas, and then when I try to talk them out I feel dumb. Maybe drawing IS the only way.
4. A screencap from Shadow of the Colossus//Gaming
My first console was the Sega Genesis, and my first owned video game was The Lion King, hurr. I never owned a NES/SNES. Only played Super Mario on an emulator. I don't have the credentials to be a true gamer. But I do love video games. I love talking about them, ranting about them, watching shows about their development. I think there's lots of potential there, and maybe that's why I'm in the CGT program for Game Design/Development.
Video games is probably the strongest link I had with the friends I made in high school. They'd come over my house every so often to play Tekken and this amazing 3-player old game Rampart which I sucked at but oh well it was fun anyway. We bitched about which Final Fantasy sucked more and could never agree, because some doofs have the gall to believe FF8 was a good game.
I don't play alot. But I do play. Mostly action titles, things that aren't heavy on cutscenes, mindless leveling up, or dialogue, because that is boring and I have better things to do in that case. I always like watching previews for games and making guesses about how they'll play. And video games is a great way for me to not make friends, because I apparently hate all the good games and the pc lags too much to play Counterstrike rofl.OH THIS IS GOING TO BE A FUN SIXTY SECONDS HERE TOO.
5. A "Free Internet" coupon I got off of 4chan//Dork factor 6
Oh God this is going to be improv. Probably about how my first foray into the internet, I was shocked and appalled that there was a Sailor Neptune (because I had made one up and thought it was the bee's knees). From thereon I started to gain a sense of humor, and maybe that's how I survived middle school, because Lord knows I had no concept of sarcasm when I got into the 7th grade. I took everyone so seriously. I think the internet desensitized me. Gave me a place to cool off from the stupid, and enjoy a stupid that didn't effect me in the real world.
Somehow I ended up with a bunch of friends off this here internet. I have no real accurate reason as to why this could have happened; I am neither entertaining nor intelligent. But it is something that has impacted my life in a (I think) good way. Lots of neat letters have been written and received because of it, and I have tried Finnish and Belgian chocolate as a result. Gotten music I'd never have ever found here, which has made my tastes develop for the better. Made connections that I think will be relevent for a long, long time. Especially since so many of my 'net friends are hopeful artists, too. I'm sure there'll be opportunities to help each other out, ahaha. Somebody get me a job. X0
Gee, aren't my notes amazing(ly gay).
...There. If I can get through 2, I can DO IT PERFECT. Ugh midnight, why are you midnight already. I guess that means I should sleep.
