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18 January 2002 @ 09:05 am
Well, I spontaenously bought a pack of six glittery gel pens, thus bringing my pretty pen collection up to a total of about fifteen or so. I'm not sure why I purchased them, as I never seem to remember to use the things ... plus, since I'm left-handed, I get a lot of glittery smear when I do. Oh well. True to form, I have one entry in my real-life journal, and haven't been able to find the drive to write in that thing again. Pity ... ::feels guilty because of the Legolas collage and the cover work:: ... it's working! I feel bad! Maybe I'll write in there soon.

My supplies are costing me a lot of money, and there's still much more to buy. T_T; ::whimpers:: I have to come up with a project made entirely out of paper by Tuesday, and my two best (huge) drawings are due on Wednesday ... I'm not sure about either, at the moment. For the former, I want to attempt a mask. Since it's supposed to be kind of like low-relief sculpture, I don't think my mask really has to be wearable ... it just needs to look good. Why a mask, you say? Well ...

While in class yesterday, I was supposed to create this beautifully multi-faceted box. I had a tiny pattern which I reproduced at a larger scale quite calmly and exactly, and I started folding as ordered. After awhile, I wound up with ...

Bob the Dinosaur.

Yes, Bob the Dinosaur. No box, but Bob. What does this say about my artistic future? lol So, while carting Bob home (well, not carting, as Bob is very small), I began thinking of a dream I had, and that led me to think about video games, and suddenly I thought - a mask! I could accomplish that without killing myself, right?

So, that's my current hope. Bob stares over my monitor at me in his wide-mouthed way.

What was my dream? It was rather odd, or at least the part of it I still remember. I was controlling some sort of video game, in which a stick figure was the main character you played, and he was attempting to run up some stone stairs that had fountains on either side. He got shot - a lot. I remember thinking something like "damn, for a stick figure he gets hit pretty often," and then thought that either the "baddies" must have good aim or the stick figure was wider than at first he appears. Then a fairy popped out of the fountain statue on the side of the staircase (destroying it) and healed the stick figure's wounds, but it was all for naught because right after he died.

::cough:: Anyway ...

And now, for the quiz of the day:

What Flavour Are You? I taste of Death.I taste of Death.

Doesn't everyone want a taste of death? Well they should. Most people deserve death. Keep away from me unless you think you're better than that. I probably won't like you. What Flavour Are You?

o_O; (If I were not death, I would be tea.)
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Current Music: ... the sound of two fans running.