::hisses:: why are all these images I’m adding to my Daily Sketch showing up in the Friends entry list thingy? I thought I clicked the backlog thing… ::ponders::
I got such a wonderful gift in the mail from Renata! ::hearts Renata:: It’s all wallet-sized and such!
The Daily Sketch has begun! I’ve decided to combine all three of my ideas and use the LiveJournal as a creativity log. A daily sketch, plus occasional entries detailing progress on “Men at Arms” and where I stand on collaborations or my own art for the moment. Sound like a good compromise? Thanks. Henry Clay suggested it.
Vote on whether or not you want me to move all the old Daily Sketch images into the backlog of the new LiveJournal.
Odd dreams last night. In one part, I was with this random girl. We had to escape from a house, so we ran several blocks, turned down a street with a beach on one side, and ended up in a gigantic mall. The girl headed immediately for this goth and punk store, so I followed. We ran into Amelie in the crowd, but we didn’t stop to talk. The next day, we went back, this time bringing my friend Marcelina. She looked very interested in this belly chain thing, and she revealed that she had a pierced navel, which I found absolutely revolting. One of the employees kept trying to convince me to pierce something, so I dragged the others out of the store and we left.
Then, in another dream, I was in this all-white room, where this random guy was quizzing me, Alicey, and Sannali over impossibly weird HP trivia. However, we got it all right. It turns out that Fred and George both have the middle name “Jonathan Irving”, though the guy quizzing us tried to convince us that it was “Jonathan Irwin”, as that’s what was printed in his little booklet. However, we all knew we were right and he was helpless to disagree with us.
Then, I was on the sidelines of a soccer match. I stood behind our goal, watching the game go on. At one point, we scored, but the ref was too busy yelling at one girl to notice. He kept maintaining that the ball had not gone in the goal, despite my polite appeal to him that I had seen the ball cross over the line. I kept picking up this phone and leaving messages about the progression of the game and how annoyed I felt about the ref. At the time, I was certain that I was calling a friend, but later on, I became uncertain of who I was actually calling. I grew worried that I was leaving messages for the ref himself or someone high up on the soccer totem pole.
Next, I was in the boarding department for some weird school. A bunch of people were locked in a heated debate over who makes the better pastor, Chungy’s dad (actually a pastor) or Ridicully, Archchancellor of Unseen University in the Discworld series. Chungy took us across the boarding department, where her proof lay in a scene cut from the movie of “Order of the Phoenix”, in which Ron escapes from Wormtail, who is trying to kill him, wearing nothing but a bunch of red hula hoops and inner tubes.
Weird stuff. This is probably my mind’s way of making up to me for the past few weeks, in which I haven’t remembered any dreams. Odd.
::dances merrily:: Rebecca picked up some Discworld book yesterday. Muaha! I’ll make a Watch fan out of her, yet! “Guards! Guards!” and “The Fifth Elephant”. I want to make her promise not to read “The Fifth Elephant” before “Men at Arms”, though, because there’s a whole lot of stuff that wouldn’t make much sense. Reading “Feet of Clay” before “The Fifth Elephant” wouldn’t hurt, either. ::squeals and hugs Rebecca::
Speaking of reading, as soon as I finish “Carpe Jugulum” (I’m nearly done), I’m going to start rereading “Fellowship of the Ring”. Gah, I’m pathetic. On my joyously organized bookshelf, LOTR is stored next to my copy of “The Hobbit”. Yes, this is the same copy involved in the most traumatic experience of my life. I think I’ll have to move it out of sight, because every time I see it, I decide that now is not the right time to read Tolkien. Gah.
Also competing for my reading time is “Reaper Man”. It’s the only book I wasn’t able to find anywhere in bookstores or in my friend Maria’s collection. I accidentally stumbled upon an etext of the book while searching for one of “Men at Arms”, because no force in heaven would make me type up the book so that I could work on the script. Success. Muaha.
Me: (singing “Bring on the Men” from Jekyll and Hyde) So let’s bring on the men and let the fun begin, a little touch of sin, why wait another minute…
Mom: You need to have some sin in your musical!
Me: Well… there’s murder! And yeah, there’s some sin, too.
Mom: I feel better now.
Me: Knowing there’s murder makes you feel better?
I love my mother’s mindset. ::snickets::
Today I did a bunch of fun photography stuff. In case I didn’t mention it before, I’m taking a photography class on Saturday mornings with my mom. We’re doing all this awesome color stuff — I just love the results I’m getting. Muaha. Maybe I’ll scan in some of the slides… Anyway, we went to the Arboretum, a big nature-y, plant-y place with the class for three hours, in which I used up 4 rolls of film. Dah. Unfortunately, I finished the rolls 40 minutes before we were supposed to leave, and I couldn’t find my mom anywhere. She had the keys to the car, where all our extra film was kept. I spent 35 minutes walking around aimlessly, writing more stuff for “Men at Arms”. Niftyness. A new song, sung by Edward d’Eath, in which he tries to convince Ankh-Morpork’s upper class that the city needs a king. I really like what I have so far. Muaha. ::dances merrily::
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Huzzah!
You will marry CHRISTIAN (played by Ewan McGregor) from Moulin Rouge, live in a sparkling elephant at the Moulin Rouge, and spend your days righting wrongs and singing songs because all you need is love (and it helps that it’s Ewan McGregregor you’re living with ^_^).
What’s YOUR M * A * S * H future?
I don’t know how I’ve survived so long without knowing…
I feel justified in hissing at Kell. No one is to mention the Joy Luck Club in my presence! ::raises her hackles and hisses venomously:: Arr.