Coding and doodling pedophiles.

Mkay, so it's been over a year since I've last coded anything big (excluding minor HTML formatting, etc) and I suddenly want to remake my entire blog. But if I try to do this I'll end up wanting to do all the graphics myself (because a layout isn't really your's unless you do all the work. Blargh. It's just so time consuming, although time is the only thing I'll have in the summer.

I sort of wish I drew more. He're some random doodles I don't think I've ever posted. Clickies to see the whole image~





Also, what the fuck is this?



First of all, this Siddique dude has been adding basically everyone I know which creeps the shit out of me, people from Randall AND LRPS. Secondly, the only information he has about himself is that he was born on March 20 1980. That makes him 29 now. Okay pedophile, you really shouldn't go around calling people dear, and you shouldn't really care if people are sweaty over the internets. (Yes, I realize he said sweety, shush.)

I mean, I have random people well over 18 on my friends list that I don't know from all over Asia and Europe, but seriously, stfu and gtfo you creepy stalker fag. D:

School, BGT.

It's finally setting in: School's almost over. But it's different this year-- I won't be coming back in September. Ah, elementary school's finally almost over. The end never seemed so close 'til today. After I got that huge geo assignment back and finished a speech that I've been worrying about since September, it finally became apparent. No emo rant from me though, I couldn't be any happier to be going to high school. I just really hope graduation night will be decent. A minimum of two awards I must get, or I might actually get kicked out of my house. D: I'm terrified for my music mark though. After the band bonus was eliminated for this term, I can't raise my mark, which is rapidly plummeting down after I failed the recent theory and playing tests. I just hope she'll be in a good mood when she writes my report card. If my music mark takes me off honour roll, I may actually go on a murderous rampage and kill her family.

Anyway, I'm sure everyone's sick of hearing about Susan Boyle, but in case you haven't seen it, she performed in the semi-finals yesterday. She did a fantastic job IMO, the beginning was kind of shaky though.





I really have nothing else to say. I haven't been doing any drawing lately, I've just been extremely uninspired. Here's a little 2 minute doodle for ya. Clicky clickyy~

May 3, 2009

Ah, how I envy normal people with their normal sibling relationships. I'll be waiting for the next four years for that glorious day that I can finally get the fuck outta here.

Also, what's with all you stupid little girls?
"You're so sexy!!"
"not as sexy as u!"
"lies! ur soo hot ♥♥♥"

Shut the fuck up. We all know you both think you're better than the other party, and you're both just fishing for compliments. You worthless shits.

And on the topic of conceited fucktards, everybody who takes pictures of themselves in public restrooms clearly have an IQ lower than 14. Is that the only way you can find to look attractive? To put yourself in one of the most repulsive environments so you look good compared to the shit on that stall behind you? You're all pathetic. Can you not wait several hours to take pictures of yourself? Is it that hard to wait to show the world your ugliness? Dumbasses.

Annnnd other than that, I really have nothing to say. Sundays are always very uneventful.

May 2, 2009

Today, I found out that typical guy FPS games are really as boring as they sound. How do you get entertained for hours off that? The world is bizarre. And VIVA busses are made of plastic and are scary as fuck. Damnit, public transit.


Anyway, movie rant? Nah, not really. I had a very nice saturday date today, and saw Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. It wasn't terrible, not at all, but it wasn't great. Because if it was, I'd remember the storyline. It was a very mediocre typical comedy chick flick. Lots of cliches. There was a slight waterworks moment, slight. I have yet to see Jennifer Garner in a truly spectacular film. It had a very predictable ending, like most chick flicks so I guess it should've been expected. I wish a good, sad romance movie like A Walk to Remember or The Notebook would be made.

I am, however, particularly looking forward to 9. Just because Tim Burton was involved in it. It gets released on September 9th, though (09/09/09, get it?). There is also another T.B. movie coming out around mid-2010. Alice in Wonderland Burton style? Yesplz. Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter as well. I can die happy after I see that.

Power Outage = Beer, burgers and pissing in ominous candlelight.

NOTE: I started to write this last Sunday but kinda put off posting it 'till now...

Yesterday was friggin' amazing.

So, yesterday I went out with my boyfriend and one of his friends to see that new movie with Beyonce and Ali Larter (Tracy Strauss/Nikki/Jessica from Heroes!?), Obsessed. I won't go on a movie rant about that, because it wasn't really that bad. It wasn't good either, though. There was a bitchfight scene though, those are always awesome. I have more respect for Beyonce now. :D

Anyway, after the movie I went to the other guy's house with them to watch them play their 360, and not 20 minutes into a game, the power went out. We were in a basement so it was..fucking dark. Pissing was scary too, and even more terrifying with the candlelight. The shadows on the walls were moving like in horror movies right before somebody died. For some reason we didn't leave the basement either.

Guys are friggin weird. For dinner, we were given a stack o' burgers and hotdogs, and after we were all relatively full, one of the guys started to pull the wieners out of the hot dog buns and chewing off the skins, leaving the actual meat in a napkin.

Anyway, power out = fridges aren't cold, meaning the beer was getting warm... and being there without any adults... well, you can guess what happened after that.
Actually, I didn't actually any more than half a bottle. :3 I drink responsibly! underage, but responsibly.

Fresh New Layout for Spring!

Yeah.. I'm kinda late...

But yeah! New layout that looks disgustingly cheerful. The banner is of some crab apple blossoms, the same ones that used to grow on my old crab apple tree where I used to live. They were gorgeous in Spring. You may also notice that everything is pink/green now, which has nothing to do with strawberry+kiwi, believe it or not, it's still such a cute colour combination though. x3

I totally reschemed the Cbox and remade a lot of emotes.

Whoa. Real update: Apr. 21 09

Sorry for that emo post earlier, t'was emotionally overwhelmed. I'm okay now, though.

Today SUCKED. Really, really hard. To start the day, my mom's year-old car broke down and will take thousands to fix, they're not very happy about that. They'll be really bitchy for the next little while, with the recession and my dad being laid off. Ughh...

Then, at the last second, the concert band at school (which I am a part of) was informed that our dress rehearsal would be today in the afternoon, and it just so happened that it was the only day that I left my clarinet thinger at home. Oof. Nobody was at home to bring it to school, either. So our band director decided to be cruel and make me sit up there with the rest of the ensemble while they played. I didn't mind, actually. I probably looked really stupid though.

This next complaint I'll have to explain. It's quite a YDI, actually.

Okay, so on our breaks, sometimes I hang around this part of the wall that dents in, with a door and window. I was leaning against a window, and was just having fun and not being rational. There was a little kid on the other side of the window. I banged on the glass and basically, hit on him in the least seductive way possible. He was SCARED.

Of course, everytime we passed by in the hallway after that, he would give me this terrifed face, and just to play along, I'd put on my raepface. It was funny, okay?

Anyway, this poor kid ended up being forced into band as our drummer because our old one quit and he was the only other person who knew how to keep a rhythm. So today, some of our lower brass players "informed me" that this kid actually liked me.

Then I, I had nothing to do at home, so I sat here and just overthought things. Decided my boyfriend would be the victim of my bitchy whines and complaints. *points at last entry*

Today, the economy finally bit my family's ass, I got stuck with my band ensemble while they played, effectively humiliating me, found out a 6th grader was in love with me, and I was a total bitch on every level. FML.

However! On the bright side, I did cheer up after that random breakdown, and I also finished my realism experiment, whee.

Once upon a dull Sunday night

Okay, it's not actually Sunday. It's 1:29AM Monday.

Anyway, I have a lot to say right now, so I'm just gonna go ahead and spill it all out here.

First of all, my latest project is looking pretty good so far, my first real attempt at a digital realism painting. It actually started out as a hair experiment. After that turned out surprisingly nice, I decided to finish it. Here's what I've got so far:


I'm pretty proud of it. I love the hair and eye. I can't seem to get the other eye right though. Blah...

Anyway, I haven't mentioned this before because I'm stupid, but I streaked my hair red a couple months ago, and it looked like this (left) until a couple weeks ago, when I decided to get it straightened. They call it "Thermal Reconditioning", which is basically applying a thick layer of this chemical straightening product and leaving me under this torture hat for 30 minutes (The product burns like hell... plus the heat of the torture thing was burning my scalp and the heat was making me dizzy), washing it out, straightening my hair with a super hot flat iron to the scalp (the hairdresser guy burnt my ear/scalp like 6 times), totally straightening and flattening (and frying) it out. Then they go and apply ANOTHER thick layer of that product and leave me under the torture hat for another 30 minutes before finally washing it out and finishing up. This took about...5 hours, maybe more.


This made my hair extremely flat, and for the first 3 days my hair was literally draping over my head like a wet cloth, it was so damned flat. A friend of mine shared my hate for the flatness and gave me a couple tips on how to poof it back up, and now it looks great. However, the chemical product would act as a bleach or lightener or whatever, and totally ruin my streaks, turning them into this awful brownish dull orange colour.

Luckily it's not extremely bold. However, it's a good thing the colouring product I used did not require bleaching my hair first, or else it probably would have turned this disgusting yellow-y colour. Eek. I can probably just wait and just wash it out. It's already starting to get pretty dull, so a couple more washes will probably get it down a couple more shades. I need to redo the color-job now, because it's hideous right now. I was thinking about doing some crazy colour. I've always wanted to try doing a sleek dark blue on my hair, but my parents would never approve of that. Red is always a safe option, but I want to try something new. I was thinking about purple, a nice fuschia colour. The product I used to colour my hair red was called Colour Rays in Red Rays by L'Oreal which I got great, bold results with, and they also have a nice fushcia colour in that same line. I love the colour, so I think I'm going to try that next. I also stumbled across another blog, Journey To Family where Julie, the author of the blog showed the process of getting a purple streak professionally. I looked at those pictures and saw how they clipped up her hair and streaked that bottom layer, and thought "why the hell didn't I think of that?" So I think I'm going to try doing that. I won't be doing anything to my hair until at least May though. Partially because my sister will be back at her res at university and won't be there to judge and be a bitch (the only things she's good at) about it.

I might also want to just bleach two random pieces from the bottom layer and use temporary dyes of random colours and just dye it a different colour every time the last one washed out.



That's it. God, why aren't I tired at almost 3AM?