DIGITAL COMMISSIONS OPEN OPEN OPEN--> $25.

THANK YOU ALL WHO HAVE PROMOTED ME THUS FAR!!! I will do my best to open the sketch/doodle offer after I have completed the initial first group of ten!




THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! <3

...im not. i swear.

busybusybusy.


..they dont really have an 'overloaded' emoticon do they...

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*runs down the street in panties*

So much for a productive spring break!

My interviews didn't do shit for me, because I found out that all of them pay at LEAST a dollar less than my last job. I'm a mother fucking college JUNIOR for christ's sake - I need (and I'm worth) more than fuckin' eight bucks an hour.

I love having my parents out, but there are some things that a parent and their child will never see eye to eye on. Recently, I finally devoted myself to allowing my hair to grow long, as I've had short hair for five years. In the process, I was letting it return to its natural color - so, a dishwater blonde with darker roots made for a "cheap blonde" effect (thanks mom). So I wasn't against getting dyed to my natural color, and then maybe having some lighter highlights - so we went to the salon. Three hours later, my hair is fucking twice as dark as its normal color (there's no fucking way this is my normal color) and I've almost got zebra stripes because the bleach was left in too long.
I hate it. I hate it with such a passion, I think I'm going to dye it for a third time once I get my hands on some hair color. I AM NOT A BRUNETTE. I was born a blonde, I've lived 20 years as a blonde, and in addittion to many other personal issues and relations, I feel confident as a blonde. My hair may have darkened in highschool, but that's why I've always lightened/highlighted.
The ONLY way I would get away with being brunette would be to have LONG hair like my sister, and curls. I have neither.

I have worked out ONCE all spring break. My gym membership was suspended because my grandparents didn't want to pay the montly membership while I was out of town for college (understandable). Weather has destroyed my running plans, as well as four pairs of socks because my blisters from new shoes keep ripping open.

I'm not attending my good friend's spring bash because of personal and family time issues. The only party during the break gets postponed. Classic.
SUCK.

Lo and behold, what drawings I have done are feeble. Weak. Poor quality. Most of them aren't even completed images. My computer is not available to me, as it is not a laptop and cannot traverse the many houses I've been living in during the break.

In addittion to the reduction of personal confidence in my image, I managed to fail my third..fucking...college algebra class.
FUCKER.
Seriously, is this not ridiculous. Three differen't universities, and the one time I do pass this class, the credit doesn't transfer. WONDERFUL.
I will be wasting another four hours of my life every week for eleven weeks studying the quantitative characteristics of functions and equations I ALREADY FUCKING KNOW AND DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT AND WILL NEVER USE.
This means a schedule change. This means, whatever classes are left at this point in time (seeing as how new classes start monday), I need to find ones that fit into a schedule.
Oh, and I also need to do another round of resume spamming in the town area to find a parttime job.

Consequentially, yesterday was the biggest breakdown I've had in over ten months. I don't know why it decided to hit me then, but it did. It's caring through and slowly fading, but I'm very unhappy and finding it hard to be positive about this new "look" that I've acquired.

And of course, everyone seems to think its fine, but it's not. It's a personal, internal battle, and I've stepped out of a comfort zone that I was finally beginning to be happy in.

Go me!
Because obviously these consequences are all related to poor decision choices.

Way to fucking suck.

AGAIN.

These things are ridiculous, but I always end up doing them anyways (I was tagged by

~1. Post these rules. _{I just did.}
~2. Each tagged person must post 8 things about themselves in their journal. _{Sounds easy.}
~3. At the end, you have to choose and tag 8 people and post their icons on the same journal._{Yea I don't think so.}
~4. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them. _...
~5. No tag-backs._{Oh leave off, now.}


1) If I were only ever to wear two categories of clothing for the rest of my life, they would be boots and jeans.
2) I (apparently) have an extremely dynamic personality - ups and downs and all over the place. But I categorize myself as an optimist, as I feel the need to surround myself with positive things and people (because who wants to be a sourpuss?)
3) I'm slow with my hobbies. I love art, but inspiration comes slowly, and production even slower. Only in those random spurts of subconscious purging does anything ever really pump itself out in a decent amount of time.
4) I love dried mangoes, but they are the devil's fruit. One bag of Phillipine's Natural Dried Mangoes has 800 carbs.
I can eat a bag a day.
5) I like guy hobbies. I love motorcycles, football (though I'm still not terribly keen on all the rules, I still love to watch), paintball/airsoft, I like cologne, I love working out like I'm on steriods (haha at least when I'm near a gym, otherwise good luck I'll probably be sleeping), I still can't do beer very well, but I don't mind it now and then.
6) For some reason I'm becoming more and more obsessed with designer labeled merchandise (woe to my nonexistant financial status).
7) I will live on the beach when I have my own appartment/condo. I will also be very rich, or be in the process of becoming very rich.
8) I am a powerwhore.

There.
No, I'm not tagging anyone. For the same reason I don't respond to comment trends.

I'm lazy and I don't care, lol.

Hope everyone is doing well.