2009 February 04 | Ink!Blots & Pen!Swipes

Feb 04

The Sound of Silence…

EDIT: It’s seeming a little better now! No need from the depressing stuff of earlier!

Anyway, on the bright side, has anyone noticed that Michelle Obama has the WORST fashion sense…ever? It’s ridiculous! She should get a better stylist. She’d look soooo much better in some nice indigo colors…Maybe a different hair cut would suit her better. I’m not a fashion expert though (I love colors that clash, actually) but I do think she could look better. She’s the First Lady for goodness sake! There’ve been one or two good outfits she’s worn but for the most part, they’re terrible. I really wish someone would help her out…just a little. LOL.

Um. There’s some other stuff, I’ve got an awesome little group on Tegaki-E for Kingdom Hearts fans and I’d LOVE some bookmarks and apps lol. Anyone who’s interested just go to: rEbIrTh

That show, Lie To Me is freaking awesome too. Caught Scrubs on Tuesday; all I gotta say is GO TED! Heh, if he can do it, I guess I can too.

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Feb 04

EEK!

Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve updated! I mean to actually update regularly from now on. I’m trying to get onto a release schedule for Sword of Heaven and hope to start getting pages of Devil’s Advocate out by April (I still have a LOT of planning and character design work to do!).

Our Roxas before setting off downtown.

My sisters and I recently went on a cosplaying trip (well, last month) to our mall and took some quick photos.It was actually a really nice trip other than the fact that really early on I ended up not being in the mood to cosplay and took off my wig. I ended up getting a compliment on my singing voice as my younger sister and I were singing together like dorks. It would be nice if I got the chance to go out and take cosplay photos more often, I really enjoy it. Although prep is a pain, especially with our Sora who has (or had) super-long hair. There’s some plans for a trip to our area park this weekend for some photos although I won’t be cosplaying as Zexion this trip, but instead as Xion. I’ll try to get photos up!

Here’s some photos from the trip when we first got our camera:

Zexion (myself) posing next to a carousel in the mall, not the most manly of situations...Nor entirely fitting. Let's blame Namine.

Sora trying to look cool at night, one of the few times the flash on the camera actually WORKED.

Sora and Zexion before setting out. It was actually kind of cold that day, but we're used to it now!

Umm…What else has happened lately? Well, I’ve gotten a tad bit more work done on Sword of Heaven, although I’m still woefully lacking in actual work. I’ve TRIED to start up several tegaki-e groups but they tend to die shortly. I’m currently working on a few stories, here’s an excerpt from “The White Room”

For my entire life, I’ve been sick. In and out of those stale hospital rooms with their dead air and white linens. For my entire life, I’ve hated them. Who on earth likes hospitals? How could anyone chose to be a doctor, knowing that they would work in a hospital. It baffles me. I hated them and I didn’t want to go to another. That’s what I told my mother as we drove down the long, desolate interstate highway that lead to the new hospital; White Rivers. I stared at the scenery flying past us, trees, rocks and grass meshed together into a grayish green blur broken by the drops of rain winding their down my window. The long road ahead was obscured by a thick fog which had descended on us sometime after passing through small town called “Earlham” . And that was almost two hours and 100 miles behind us.

“Mom, I don’t want to go.” I said, turning toward my mother. Her pale fingers were wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, her knuckles were white and her jaw was clenched. Her long wispy hair was falling into her face. She looked tired. She was tired. We had been driving since the night before.

“Emily, please.” She said, her voice cracking. “You have to, you know that. They’re going to make you better.”

I half-laughed. “Mom don’t lie to me.” I said, turning back to the window. “I don’t care about getting ‘better’ anymore. I just don’t.”

“You can’t mean that Emily.”

I didn’t answer, I just kept staring out the window; wallowing in the hopelessness I was feeling. I wondered if dad felt the same in the end. Dad and me, we suffered from the same thing. Some sort of rare genetic immune deficiency, something no one could fix. Not even the best doctors in the world could do much for me except give me antibiotics to stave off the never ending infections. Growing up worrying that the littlest scrape would get infected wasn’t much fun. Hardly went out to play with the other kids. So, I was understandably pale and skinny. Skinny mostly because I didn’t usually feel hungry. And when I did eat, I felt nauseous afterwards.

I had stick straight dark brown, almost black hair, I didn’t take much care of it either. I’d let it get oily and tangled and it would hang in my face…Until mother bitched at me enough to get me to wash it and brush it. I admit that if I took better care of myself, kept myself a little cleaner I wouldn’t be sick as often as I was. But it always felt a little bit useless, I was going to be sick anyway; why try not to be?

Add in my glasses and the fact that I was ridiculously short and it made it no wonder no guy ever talked to me. I didn’t care. I mean, what if I passed this on to my kids if I had any? I’d be damned if I passed this torture on to any potential offspring. So, even though no one looked my way twice, dating was out of the realm of possibilities anyway.

Also! Please enjoy some (silent) videos from the earlier cosplay trip. It seems the camera we got also films (but does not capture sound) being the dorks myself and my sisters are, we HAD to mess with it!

Cosplay Ice “skating”