Yeah, Right.

Rebirth.

2009-06-30T00:02:17Z

Wow. Two whole years--at least.

In that time I've lost my best female friend, and become a mother!

Isn't she cute!

nibbleschicken @ 2007-08-24T15:51:00

2007-08-24T20:54:24Z

We finally have names! As of Chapter 367 we *finally* know who Naruto's parents are!

Kushina Uzumaki & Minato Namikaze (aka The Yondaime!)

Ku = 9, Shina = Virtue, Uzumaki = Spiral (duh), Minato = Port or Harbor, Nami = Wave, Kaze = Wind

It's not Arashi Kazama but it still fits!

nibbleschicken @ 2007-04-16T22:13:00

2007-04-17T03:14:29Z

Ipod Meme

2007-02-13T06:02:19Z

Apocolyptica songs, though my favorites, are hard to identify because of lack of lyrics, but I'll do the best I can. 'Course, this wouldn't be a problem if I had something other than a Shuffle.

Also, I need more music...

Opening Credits
Apocolyptica - Romance (somewhat sure)
Sounds good, makes me move.

Waking Up
Apocolyptica - Struggle?
It certainly is.

First Day at School
Apocolyptica - Kaamos?
Nervous wreck.

Falling in Love
Econoline Crush - Take Me Home
A 'I'm the one that you want, but not the one that you need'
sort of song.

Fight Song
A Perfect Circle - Magdalena
Kinda dissatisfying as a fight song.

Breaking Up
Apocolyptica - Beyond Time?
Sad sounding. So it fits.

Prom
Apocolyptica - Pray! (I think that's what it is.)
I never went to Prom, and never had any desire too.

Life
Apocolyptica - Hyperventilation? Harmaggeddon?
Sorta eerie sounding at first, then goes into fast heavy cellos.

Mental Breakdown
Slipknot - Madness?
"Liberate my madness" indeed.

Driving
Slipknot - Virus of Life
"You don't even know the danger your facing",
"I'm trying to stay calm." *Ye~ah* Creepy.

Flashback
Econoline Crush - All That You Are
"..you're just one shining star."
This song makes me happy.

Wedding
Seether/Evanesance - Broken
Yay for slightly sad sappy love songs!

Birth of a Child
A Perfect Circle - ... ("He did it all for you." in the lyrics)
Sounds like a rebelious one.

Final Battle
Slipknot - End of the road?
"I am the world before I am a man, I was a creature before I could stand,
I will remember before I forget..."
Sounds like a victory warsong really.
This song makes me raise my fist in the air and shout too,
almost as much as "Pulse of the Maggots."

Funeral Song
Apocolyptica - Coma?
Not happy, but not dirge like at all in my opinion.

End Credits
Apocolyptica - Path (I *know* this one!)
Yay! Freakin' epic!

Ack!

2007-02-10T01:08:19Z

Sorry to any folks who actually read this journal for not posting in over a month. -_-;

As to what's up... My sister-in-law is in the hospital in San Antonio with double lung pneumonia. They've got her sedated and on a respirator, and the docs are estimating she'll be in there for at least three weeks. She's stable, but not in great shape.

Other far less important stuff... My Void battle with Rax's Sol was indeed canceled, and I've got a half finished battle that I'd really like to do something with, but can't, 'cause Rax is a flake. If he'd just get back to me I'd be less peeved.

Gareth got a job. Teaching. Yeah. Teaching. Part-time, but it supposedly pays really nice, he hasn't gotten the first paycheck yet.

So now that we know that we're going to be here a while I'm job hunting too. I was recently told that Starbucks gives health insurance to part-timers. Now all I have to do is find a real Starbucks.

So Void is back up...

2007-01-03T15:53:37Z

And my battle with Rax's Sol has a new deadline--29 days from now... And I have like 5 and a half pages to go... Which I haven't worked on in days, in favor of another Void work--My void forum header bar. It's sucked me in, and I can't seem to walk away from it. I find myself staring at it between bouts of actual work.

Other stuff--My Ipod Shuffle is nifty, and I think it's helped my productivity.

My ambitions for Eighty-eight....

2006-12-20T04:47:42Z

I do hope Void recovers from it's current state, otherwise all my plots are for naught.

So... Where to start... A recap then...

    It all started on Eighty-eight's twelfth birthday. Dr. Rainwater had brought her some cake, and a small stack of books as a present. He stayed and played scrabble with her into the evening at the small table in her nine by nine room that was her whole world... Well, it had been her whole world until she learned how to climb through the air vent to get to other places in the facility. For a Lab, the place was rather homey. It was clear Dr. Rainwater spent most of his time here, if not out right lived here most of the time. The building's main security was that it didn't look like anything special at all, and it had been converted from a two-story brownstone apartment building.
    The air was tenser over the scrabble game than it should have been for her birthday. Eighty-eight even began to wonder if she had done something wrong.
    "Eighty-eight..." Dr. Rainwater started and paused.
    "Hn?"
    "I've got a bad feeling about meeting with the Sponsors this evening."
    "Oh?"
    "If something happens, I want you to take this money and bus ticket, and run away to Void City."
    "But... Why?" Eighty-eight was terrified, she'd never been let out into the outside world.
    "Because you don't want to do what They'll require of you." He said sternly.
    His voice softened, "You can hide there."
    He left her holding the envelope.
    She didn't want to sit around waiting for the Sponsors to come get her! As a matter of fact, the Doctor probably wasn't expecting her to, so she followed him to his office through the air vents. When she got there--it took her a bit--the Doctor was talking with a man in a suit, and his two companions, also suited, who could only be described as "goons". One goon had his right hand behind his back--Where one could guess he had his hand on the butt of a gun. The man the Doctor was speaking to, the "Boss", was kind of frail looking, smoked (a lot, and obviously too), and had a pencil-eraser-sized mole on his left jawbone.
    The Boss, not terribly happy with the Doctor's explanations, asked, "So you're telling me, I gave you a blank check in regards to your funding, large facilities, twenty years..."
    He began to speak even more sternly, "...And the three-thousand and five-hundred year old DNA from the still warm heart of a slain Dragon God," Eighty-eight blinked at this, 'What?!' She thought.
    He wheezed and his voice became downright dangerous, "And all you can give me--Is a barely above average freak with no unique ability at all... A very, very expensive failure, Doctor."
    Eighty-eight felt a pang of hurt at these words, but she did not have the chance to dwell on it, because of the next thing that happened.
    The good Dr. Rainwater came to her defense, "She's just--" Too bad he didn't get to finish.
    Everything after that would be forever burned into her memory; the rapport of the gun, smell of gun-powder, the thud of the body, the color of the blood that soaked into the blue carpet, the salt of her tears, bile that rose to her throat, and most of all the pure paralyzing acid fear that gripped her entire being. These, monsters, had just killed the only person she'd ever known, ever cared about, and had ever cared about her, in one simple motion. Eighty-eight dared not make a sound, lest they find her.
    The Boss pulled out his pack of cigarettes, "Retrieve her--" He commanded his lackeys. "We have to recoup our losses somehow."
    Eighty-eight took that as her cue to quietly and quickly leave. It wouldn't be long before they discovered her missing. She crawled out of the air-vents into the basement, a place she reasonably believed they wouldn't be, and where she knew she could find a small basement window. She crawled up on some boxes, broke the window, and crawled out. Her scales protected her from the glass.
    It took her almost to dawn to find the bus stop, and she was soaked to the bone, but her pursuers didn't find her. She guessed she was lucky. It was a long bus ride to Void City, she cried the whole way, and arrived, numb, at sunset that day.

It's got a bit more detail than the actual two pages I drew for my Void intro... Perhaps I'll do some flashbacks.

Well, that's all I feel like writing for the moment, so ta.

~Nibbles

Things Other Than Health...

2006-12-18T21:06:38Z

Okay, so what else is up? Um...

Job Hunting
Drawing 88 vs. Sol for Void
Plotting/Writing for Void

Ideas/Dreams for the future...

To Publish a Zine: "Podunk Punk" or something similar.
Building a nice efficient house, perhaps sooner rather than later.

Really, really, far in the future/Impossible...

I'd love to start a private school for the arts in this area. It desperately needs it.
I wonder if it would be possible to franchise a private school.
Hand the curriculums out like recipes.
People seem to think uniformity in education is a good thing,
and it couldn't suck worse than public education.
END THE GOV'T MONOPOLY ON EDUCATION!
*ahem*
Exscuse me.

I think I'm done for now, I may expound on one of these later, ta.

Void Battle Update

2006-12-16T16:01:20Z

    So my battle with Rax's Sol may or may not be canceled. So I'm doing my best to work on it anyway. The Void website is still down, it could be a blessing in disguise I suppose, but it's keeping me from getting an important reference. I desperately need to look at page 2 of Sol's origin story. I can't remember what color Grod's (an NPC) clothes were--I think his pants were khaki. But the vest jacket thing, I have no idea.

    The fight is due on the 20th at 11 PM central time (I think)--That means I have four days to do 6 and a half pages. ; ^ ; Damn health issues slowing me down! Stupid chest--why did you have to pick a crucial point in my schedule to hurt! Right arm--you traitor! Do as I want you to! Quit twitching!

    So the good news in my health is still that I haven't needed my cane to walk since like Spring--it's got dust on it--Yay! But the bad news is that my condition may be more complicated that it initially seemed. I may have a heart condition called Mitral Valve Prolapse (MVP) instead of or as well as Multiple Sclerosis (MS). Their symptoms overlap you see. I'm not going to list all the symptoms here, but the difference between them is that MS doesn't have fainting, and MVP doesn't have spasticity<sp?> (that numb-pain-crampy-twitchy-paralysis effect). I have both. The MVP would have to be an undiscovered birth defect--which is entirely likely, considering my known lifetime problem with Tachycardia (Heart too fast) and mild arrhythmia (ba-bump *trip* ba-ba-bump). MVP is also commonly misdiagnosed as Hypoglycemia, which I was diagnosed with in high-school and have always thought was bull. However, having both seems like a major statistical anomaly--like seriously weird.

    Unless, I had a genetic disorder called Noonan's to cause them both.   -_- Noonan's isn't known to cause MS, but alot isn't known about Noonan's anyway. There's alot of 'catch-all' to the symptom list, along with a laundry list of physical deformities; including my large neck over 16 inches in size, my micro-jaw (they used a different word but that's what it means) that I had fixed, 65% of all people with Noonan's also have a congenital heart defect (possible). One odd little (and harmless) physical defect is the rotation of the angle of the ears slightly backward from center--my Ceramics teacher noticed when we were doing busts. The defect list also includes shortness, but I'm not below average in height, just below average in height from the hips up--I have a very short torso. I'm a whole head taller than my mom, but if I sit next to her she's TALLER than me. The top of my pelvis and my last rib nearly touch (and sometimes they pinch)--they're only an inch and a half to two inches apart (no Barbie doll waist for me). Before the days of genetic testing, docs thought Noonan's was a kind of Turner's syndrome--which when I was born the doctors thought I had. Turner's however, is a problem on the chromosomal level, not just a few genes like Noonan's. Turner's also makes a the patient have six toes on each foot, and never menstruate. So definitely not me there.

    Something else that's common to people with Noonan's--mild mental disability. My first thought there was, "Well, I don't have that problem! My IQ is and always has been quite fine, thank you." But then I thought, "What kind of mental disability are they talking about?" And that brought to mind my childhood. In hindsight, I've never been normal, and I've often had phases where I displayed symptoms of a weird borderline Autism, that basically stopped when I hit puberty. Kind of a blessing in disguise really... If I hadn't been like that, I would've turned out as maladjusted as my twin brother.

    Well, enough pondering, I need to go update the website.

nibbleschicken @ 2006-11-30T00:36:00

2006-11-30T06:36:32Z

I entered Deviant Art's VoidChat earlier today, looking to talk to Mamoru, but alas I didn't find him. Oh well...

Anyhow, it somehow came up that I was married and this guy FooRay, asked just how old I was, I told him I was 24 nearly 25.

Then he proceded to tease me about my age.

He didn't mean any harm (I think), but now I feel old.

Friggin' Youngin's.

~Ta,
Nibbles

Void Stuff

2006-11-27T20:26:21Z

Alright!

My Beyond Battle is UP! And I'm raking in the points for it too. Before it went up I was a B class fighter of rank 44, now I'm an A class and ranked 34. Life is good.

Eighty-eight in 'Crazy Town' my Beyond Battle.
Eighty-eight vs. Sol the battle I'm working on now.
The Rankings.

For my Battle with Sol I've got a ten pager planned, but it has parts I can abort if necessary. The first two pages are dream sequence (which I can cut off, but I want it for foreshadowing), followed a little poignant detail relating that Sol just lost most of his students in his fight with Orange and that he's grieving, followed with a little action, and the last page (another I can cut off but I really, really don't want to) is 'Elsewhere' and about the Sponsors taking out a hit for Eights' retrieval. That'll leave a nice opening for whatever fight I have next. And that's pretty much the gist of it, without giving too much away.

My Possession storyline looms ever closer, Mwa ha ha.

Hn. I think that's it for now.
~Ta,
Nibbles

Sings!

2006-10-17T14:35:46Z

~A job hunting we will go~
~A job hunting we will go~
~Hi-ho the dairy-o~
~A job hunting we will go~

It's been awhile... Again.

2006-09-09T17:02:31Z

I'm recovering from a narcoleptic phase it seems... It lasted two weeks and was kinda scary--My blood pressure was really low, 86 over 69, and my pulse was 110 at rest. On other news; I haven't needed my cane in many months! *happy dance* And I'm thinking about getting a job at Wal-mart because of it. If I get sick in three months and have to quit, they have such a high turnover rate that it won't seem out of the ordinary... Though, now that I think about it, in three months is just before the christmas season, but if I can hang on for 4, I can work the entire Christmas season, and they can let me go after that.

Oh, and I updated the webpage this mornin'.

Void Battle!

2006-08-21T00:01:08Z

My first battle is UP! Whee! And so far I'm winning!

It's a collab you have to read mine and his to get the whole bit...
http://entervoid.com/arena.php?bid=1786

~La!

nibbleschicken @ 2006-07-29T01:00:00

2006-07-29T06:02:34Z

I have become a Voidling.

Entervoid.com

I have a character named Eighty-eight, and my psuedonym is Nibbles.

I have a battle with Dr. Pye coming up.

nibbleschicken @ 2006-07-01T18:35:00

2006-07-01T23:49:23Z

Gareth just finished writing Act 1 of Heros last night at 37 chapters over what he had intended for it's length, but ooooh, do I ever love it so!

We put up Chapter 106 on the website today, along with a little art. Gareth was writing something earlier--I don't know if he's already starting on Act 2 or if he's working on Absolutes or Incarnates--he was thinking of handing Incarnates over to Matt.

Pokey's BBQ is okay, good for when Piggy's is closed. I think I've got the itis.

The road to the Airforce is lookin' pretty much paved, but I can tell the whole 'wait and see' aspect is starting to weigh on Gareth.

I'm still thinking on what I should do with HenscratchStudio.com. I'm tempted to *finally* learn flash and make a site out of that, but I'm scared it would be a major pain in the ass.

Magic & Mad Science Fic mini-parts 3 &4

2006-06-13T03:23:09Z

Don't read. I promise you'll be better off if you don't. Will I be pissed if you do? No.

Magic & Mad Science

Not even a whole chapter yet...

Jane felt incredibly self-conscious. She still wasn't used to the white hair and new complexion she had sported since the fire. She knew she looked strange, and she also knew that her peers did not know what she looked like before the fire so it would likely not matter, but she still thought about it. She also didn't have the benefit of anything to distract her from her nervousness, as she was sitting alone at her desk in an empty classroom waiting for everyone else to arrive.

She looked at her desk. It had been carved with all sorts of rough graffiti, leading Jane to believe this was a rough sort of place, and making all the more nervous.

Jane jumped at the sound of the bell (it was a harsh sounding one), and just a few minutes later her new peers started to file in. A few of them looked a good bit larger and older than their counter-parts. Jane filed them away in her mind, under 'AVOID!' She tried her best not to look at any one of them too long, whereas her classmates had no such compunctions. They stared; some in wonder of her strange looks, and others with suspicion.

Finally the teacher entered, followed by the Matron. She was a white haired old lady named, by the nameplate on her desk, Mrs. Crawford.

"Now, settle down." The Matron said, and quickly the room did. Clearly, for all her kindness, Mrs. Haversham was likely very strict. "As you have no doubt noticed we have someone new with us today. Jane, come up here please, and tell us about yourself."

'This is it.' She thought, swallowed slightly, and took a deep breath.

"Hello. My name is Jane Smith, I am seven, and I, er, like music." She managed not to blush. A few in the back snickered at her awkwardness.

"Thanks you, Ms. Smith, you may be seated."

-*-

A few days later, a boy named Jimmy was talking with Jane during a free period on some steps outside the orphanage.

"So the McGuire's' were your adopted parents?" He asked incredulously.

Jane nodded, she didn't tell him about her first adoption, or her birth mother, however.

"That sucks!" He said emphatically. "To be orphaned once is bad enough, but twice!" He shook his head.

There was a silent pause, before Jimmy continued. "Well," he said getting up, "you can't sit on these steps forever, you want to go meet the others?"

She thought about it a bit, and then said, "Alright."

A short walk later, around the side of the building and past some girls playing hop-scotch was a small gaggle of kids looking very bored.

A tall young man saw them approach first. "Hey Jimmy, I see you managed to get her to come out of her shell. Just in time too, I overheard the Dirkson boys planning trouble for her."

That got Jane's attention, "Trouble?"

"Yeah, those steps you've been sitting on are 'theirs'," explained the taller boy. "By the way, the name's Brad." He held out his hand.

She shook it, "It's a pleasure, Brad. My name's Jane."

One of the girls in the group snorted, "Hey, mine too! You'll need a nickname."

The other three kids introduced themselves as Jake, Chris, and Beth.

"So ya' ever have a nickname before?" The perky little Jane asked the new Jane.

New Jane sighed, "Yeah, but it's really lame." That turned out to be the wrong answer. Now they all wanted to hear it more. "So what was it!?"

She squeezed her eyes shut, pinched the bridge of her nose, and answered, "Lucky Seven, because of my birthday."

"So your birthday is on the seventh, that's not a big deal," said Jake.

"How about the seventh day of the seventh month, seven minutes after the seventh hour?" She said in a wise-ass tone of voice.

They laughed, but it wasn't a mean spirited sort of laugh. Perky Jane piped up, "At least it's not all sixes!" Then Jimmy cut through the laughter to say, "Hey! You're the seventh member of our group too! It must be fate!"

And she laughed too.

Again.

Magic & Mad Science Fic mini-part 2

2006-06-12T18:24:30Z

Or should it be "Mad Science & Magic" ?

Anyway, don't read. It sucks. Really.

Magic & Mad Science

Seven Years Later~

The glass in the windows had a vertical bar type texture, making the dim room seem even more like a prison. Add the thirty small uncomfortable beds and the vision was complete.

The children who lived here were outside playing while they could. Well, all except Jane Smith. Why does that name sound so horribly contrived? Because that's the name the nurses at the hospital where she was born gave her. They didn't bother giving her anything interesting because they had assumed that once she was adopted her new parents would change her name. Which, to their credit, was absolutely true. Things just didn't stay that way for long.

Jane, who did not think of herself as a Jane really, sat on her little bed holding a plain manilla folder. Just over a week ago, she'd been a happy Rose McGuire, and had been since she was a toddler. But now, she was back at the orphanage, just now learning that not only that she'd been adopted, but that she had been adopted twice.

Jane learned that her second, and most short-lived, name was Dawn Rhodes, and much to her horror, the Rhodes family had died--in much the same way as her beloved Mum and Dad--in a horrible fire.

The orphanage kept newspaper clippings of things relating to each child in each file, though most had fewer than Jane. Usually just an obituary, or perhaps an article of a terrible accident. Jane had three.

One was brand new, and the headline read: Child Plays with Matches, Kills Parents. Which, Jane knew, was patently untrue. But of course, no one believed her. She had gone to bed normally, same on that day as any other, but had awoke naked in a smoldering pile of ashes. Now she was on something she deemed 'Arson Watch'.

The second was a little yellower, and told of the Rhodes tragedy in big letters, and her miraculous survival. According to the paper, the Police had determined that the hottest part of the fire had been her crib. Thus, leading them to believe that one or both Rhodes family members had gone insane (they could find no evidence of drugs or drinking in their bodies), and had wanted the whole family to go in one giant pyre.

Jane knew from retrospect, that whatever had happened to her Mum and Dad, had likely had happened to the Rhodes' as well. But what that was, she wasn't sure.

The third was the yellowest, and it's headline was small, like it'd been perhaps third or fourth page news. "Miracle baby unharmed!" It read, but mostly it was about her mysterious birth mother, who had been found wandering and insane the day before she had, apparently, spontaniously combusted during labor. She had been too insane (wouldn't stop raving incoherently about dragons) to give her name, and missing persons had no leads. Though, it was possible that she was American. The police theorized that she, in her madness, had swallowed something incindiary to kill herself, and whatever it was had ignited during labor. A nurse Richards had been quoted, "Whatever it was it must have been bad. The latex gloves of doctor who did the emergency caesarian partially melted, and he was scalded!" The doctor, a Dr. Molenuex had declined to comment.

"Well, that was absolutely no help at all!" Jane fumed. Jane had asked about her birth parents and the Matron had given her this file as answer. She had only found more questions.

The Matron entered the room. She was a kind, if frustrated widow, with rapidly graying hair. "Are you done with that file, Ms. Smith?"

Jane had told her everything she knew about the fire, and though she listened, she had not believed her. The Matron was of the opinion that Jane was in denial, and that her accidental arson had stemmed from some deep seated memory of the Rhodes fire.

"Yes, Mrs. Haversham," Jane sighed.

"Good. It's almost time for afternoon classes. I'll introduce you to the other children there." She said kindly.

"I'll just get my school things," she replied.

Told you so.

Magic & Mad Science Fiction

2006-06-12T05:27:48Z

Don't read it, it's too weird.

Magic & Mad Science

Prologue: July, 7^th, 2000

In a small English hospital, a nurse was being questioned by two men with badges in brown jackets. She looked up over the service counter at them. Screaming babies sounded in the background, and worried fathers paced the halls.

"And then what happened, Ms. Turner?" Asked the blond detective.

"I heard screaming." Her voice was low, and a little apprehensive.

"Isn't that kind of natural in a Labor Ward?" This detective had a stronger chin than the blond, and black hair.

"Not this kind of screaming detective. It was horrible." The nurse shivered and looked away.

The blond detective cleared his voice slightly. "Her file states she was suffering from dementia?"

The nurse responded, "Oh yes, she was quite mad. She couldn't give her name at all. She just kept raving about dragons and clawing at her belly. We figure from her accent she's American." The nurse said the last part as if that explained everything.

The black haired detective, "We?"

"The other nurses and I. It's certain that nothing like this has ever been documented before. The girls can't help but throw a few theories around."

"And what would those be?"

"Well, she was barmy, right? Suppose she swallowed something flammable trying to off herself and the baby, and it ignited in her GI tract while in labor. Would have to be something seriously nasty, to get charring like that." She looked a little pale once again.

"Thank you Ms. Turner." The blond detective took his leave, and turned to his partner. "We should have autopsy run tests for accelerants and devices, as well as determine the exact internal location." He said as he handed the file over.

"What about the baby girl?"

"She's normal and healthy, excepting a shallow cut across her shoulder from the emergency caesarian. Social Services will come get her tomorrow." The blond said, stopping by a window into the ward and looking in. "Ah, there, third one from the left, fourth row."

They pause for a moment to gaze at the child, who's only distinction is her slightly pointy ears. No one makes a fuss of them, as they do happen sometimes.

"She's not going to have it easy."

The other detective shook his head, "Poor thing."

Told you so.

Heat Sickness

2006-06-10T07:23:33Z

It's too hot. It's making me sick.

The website updated today. Chapter 103 and some art. Solomon talks alot in this chapter, and I was trying a new coloring technique on the art. It's questionable if I succeeded.

nibbleschicken @ 2006-05-25T23:15:00

2006-05-26T05:01:44Z

I suck at writing, well, technically it's okay. I just write like a ten year old, and I can't write a plot to save my life. I generally have a policy of not inflicting my writing upon others, but then it occured to me that if I do that, how will I ever get better?

I read a fairly unique fanfic recently. Nonjon's "Brown Coat, Green Eyes", which is a Firefly/Harry Potter crossover from Harry's point of view. It's currently a work in progress, but I really enjoyed it, and when I tried to find more like it I came up empty handed.

So I thought about possibly writing a story myself, but I realized quickly that if I tried it would follow Nonjon's fic a little too close for comfort. I don't wish to plagarize.

Should I write it anyway for practice, and just post it here for critique, so I can improve my writing? It's not like I'd be posting it on FF.net, and I'd give credit to Nonjon.

Perhaps I should just go back to non-writing.

Art Supply Wishlist

2006-05-24T00:17:50Z

I have no money. *pout*

Want to help support the Arts? *grin*

Buy me some Art supplies!

Please! *puppy eyes*

Meme

2006-05-19T00:08:15Z

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name)
Whitey Lucas

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your dad's side, your favorite candy)
Viginia Chocolate

3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your last name)
H-Win(g)

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite animal, favorite color)
Green... (dunno)

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Nichole Dallas

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name)
Winsmileo

7. JEDI NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom's maiden name spelled backwards)
Elocin Htims

8. PORN STAR NAME: (middle name, street you grew up on)
Nicole Hopson (pronounce it like 'Hops on' and it REALLY sounds like a porn star name)

9. SUPERHERO NAME: ("The", your favorite color, the automobile you drive)
Green Yamaha Vino

E3

2006-05-12T03:13:05Z

The E3 goodness... I've got but one thing to say;

SPORE

Nuff said.

It's my B-day!

2006-05-07T20:01:07Z

~Yay, it's my B-day! Hoorah! Hooray! It's my Birthday!~

Gawd, I'm 24!

The site is dandy.

DevArt Folks are lovin' me.

Friend Buddha's situation: RUN AWAY Buddy! RUN AWAY!