EVERYONE KNOWS WHAT TAGGING IS, RIGHT?

Well, here’s a new tag for y’all.

The first seventeen (17) people who comment on this journal entry get three of featured deviations in this here journal. It's then their turn to do the same, and so on and so on. You're also supposed to add a feature of the person who tagged you to the top – though for me, that’ll be insanely hard to pick what to feature, since I did this on ’s journal, and frankly...the man’s AMAZING. I seriously his gallery. It’s THAT full of smex.

Not actual smex, I’m not that type of person. But I digress.

So yeah - comment away. First seventeen will be featured. I’ll be happy with any number between one and seventeen to be honest.

So, I was introduced to the idea by...

elgarbo →

1. [link] 2. [link] 3. [link]

(but seriously, check his whole gallery, you won't regret it)

Oh my lords how I need a nap.

'kay, so I have this project that I have to give in at the end of the year and present to the whole teaching/student body of my school (which would be a grand total of 100 if people haven't killed themselves yet), a'ight? BUT MY SISTER WON'T STOP TRYING TO MESS WITH IT AND GIVING ME 'SUGGESTIONS'. FUCK I ALREADY KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO DO, I HAVE RESEARCHED IT, TAKEN THE TIME TO WEIGH OUT THE POSSIBILITIES. I'VE. DONE. EVERYTHING. POSSIBLE. FOR. NOW.

I really want to hang out with people, but seeing as life is making us take up jobs, lock ourselves up in libraries and be altogether unreachable unless we meet up randomly on the street and flee from our tasks at hand, I know that it isn't possible. And it makes me sad. It really does.

FUCK SOPHIE WHY DIDN'T YOU GIVE ME A CALL ON FRIDAY? IT WOULD'VE TAKEN TWO SECONDS. I WOULD'VE UNDERSTOOD.

BUT.
INSTEAD.
YOU.
SEND.
ME.
A.
FACEBOOK.
MESSAGE.

Ever heard of a phone?

FUCK THIS SHIT I'M GOING TO CLASS.

Take note that before this was written, I had read manga that wasn't full of fluff and books that weren't going to be labeled as typically happy. This is just my breaking point.

AND I HAD JUST STARTED TO DRAW THINGS AGAIN, THINGS WERE LOOKING UP ART-WISE BEFORE THIS LITERATURE-INDUCED DEPRESSION D8

SO.

A few days ago I downloaded "Breaking Dawn" to finally read it. First I did a blitz reading of "Eclipse" (also another download WOW THE INTERNET IS AMAZING), seeing as I didn't want to forget anything and still be engrossed in the story.

I finished BD a few minutes ago, after going through two sleepless nights trying to read the most I could.

It made me sad. Because it's the last one of the Twilight series...until Midnight Sun comes out...but it's still different, since no one KNOWS if that'll ever happen...

Back to the point.

I have a problem with things coming to an end. Comic book/Manga endings always make me sad, because that means the the story is done. Dead to the author/illustrator. NOTHING NEW WILL COME OUT OF IT UNLESS THERE'S A SOMEWHAT DISAPPOINTING REMAKE. And even those make me sad when they end, since there'll never be someone interested to make it right.

However, book endings are different for me. If it's just a nice little love story that ends well in Hollywood standards, then I'm happy. When I read things that just seem to come end at a point that I find doesn't feel right, I feel annoyed, ponder about the conclusion possibilities, then finally let go. But when it's something short of a cult phenomenon (and even then, it's extremely hard to tell when things have become cult-worship material or not)...then it just makes me blue for a bit.

Here are a few things, just to name some examples:

LOTR did NOT help my youth depression.

Harry Potter made me feel cheated.

And Twilight made me want to be in that world so that it never had to end. It's been ages since anything made me feel that, WITHOUT it being a Miyazaki film, Howl's Moving Castle being the exception to the proverbial rule.

I still remember how my 'wife' lent me the first book, and how I was engrossed in the story. Part of me hoped that maybe one day I would find my weird Bella-like ending, minus the impossibly beautiful vampire boyfriend. But now that it's done, so are my hopes and expectations to being full of glee thanks to that series.

It wasn't the whole "normal girl meets vampire guy, then they fall in love" bit that got me going. It was the idea that any girl could find the perfect someone, whether people approved or not. It actually made me dream that I would be able to find someone to grow up with, make a life in more ways than one, and ultimately never have to regret doing the things that were done to be together and stay that way.

Seeing as it's over, I don't know what to do. part of me was going to take up some old projects, rework them and then DO something. Let people finally see into my brain and hopefully not creep them out.

BUT WITH THIS I've lost my drive to write, draw, EVERYTHING. All because of a YA novel written by someone who lives hundreds of miles away. I'm THAT easily influenced by written word, which is rather disturbing.

So I need to go in my would be detox state where I become some sort of medicated drone and act weirder than usual while taking my mind off of this. Maybe doodle. I dunnoooo...

-Shut down-

So instead, I decided to settle with the memories and photographs. And my oh my are they divine.

SO we left Montreal at about 5 PM to arrive at LA at about 8 PM local time (meaning it was 11 PM for me and I needed to lie down somewhere). Four hours later, we board a QANTAS flight. Destination Sydney. I sleep for the first half, don't bother to eat the meal, which was apparently pretty good, seeing as QANTAS isn't like Air Canada and actually CARES about you.

14 hours later, we are July 4th at about 9 AM. We're tired. We're hungry. We can't stand the smell of us. Yet we still go out and about to visit the Aquarium. Then the Opera House. And look at that, our rooms in the hotel are ready, so let's shower and grab a bite to eat, then pass out in our beds until the next morning.

To make a long story short, from July 4th to July 18th, we visited Sydney, Kangaroo Island (way down south, where we were able to feed kangaroos and koalas in a sanctuary lolwhut), Ayer's Rock (where I encountered a fear of near-vertical ledges), King's Canyon (where we did a 4 hour walk in 2 1/2), Darwin, Kakadu National Park, Cairns and the surrounding area.

On the 19th we go see a little film called The Dark Knight, then take a plane back to Sydney. We spend the night there and then head off to French Polynesia, more precisely Tahiti. Instantly we're back at the 19th of July. Visit Tahiti during the 20th before we head to Easter Island. Visit the whole place in three days, then head back to Tahiti. Leave for some down time at Bora Bora for half a week. Then we go back to Tahiti on the 28th and take a plane to LA. After a wait and an earthquake, we leave for Montreal and arrive at 9 PM local time. Our luggage takes almost an hour to come out of the plane and into our hands. We take a shuttle back to our car, that we parked at the Hilton. Then we drive back home and arrive past 10:30.

I go to sleep at 11 PM and wake up at 11:33 AM. And here I am now, looking at my report card, which indicates that I failed 5 classes out of 17 throughout the year and have an R score of an exact numeral between 20 and 25. I have homework to do for my first day of school. Mainly reading, which I can do anytime, anywhere.

Now I need to meet with my friends, work out with one of them, re-pass my driver's license thing, get a haircut, get piercings, get my books and do my stinking homework. Oh, and start looking for university programs and work my tail off to get the best damn results ever.

FUN. TOTALLY NOT.

So...I'm going to Australia today. Didn't sleep much last night because I was thinking about it. My flight's at 5:00 PM to go to LA...so that leaves me about 4-5 hours to finish up on my packing...and watch some taped TV shows so that we can tape a whole lot of SYTYCD (god, I'm addicted to that show...everytime someone does a swing move, I go CRAZY).

I'll be in Australia for about two weeks...then I'm heading off to Easter Island, which means I'm going to Chile for a few days...then I have four days of beach time...in BORA BORA. HOW SWEET IS THAT.

SO SWEET IT CAUSES CAVITIES YO!

So this means that things will not be commented on or faved for quite a while (about 3 1/2 weeks), which means that my dA will be filled to the brim with art and journals...

While I'm at it, HAPPY BIRTHDAY and ! Yes, I'm missing these birthdays...and I would write postcards to you people, but I either don't have your addresses or lost them in the past few months

And If you end up reading this...I CAN'T JOIN YOU IN AUGUST. Life is making me redo my driving exam. And making me take appointments for various other things. And making me have horrible jetlag. BECAUSE I KNOW THAT I HAVE HORRIBLE JETLAG FROM PAST YEARS.

The plane time should give me some great opportunities to write up the plot and begin the script for a project called White Crow. Details and character art will be revealed in August, since I have no time to upload any of it.

Ciao for now! And no Friends/ Favourite Artists this time around either.