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I made an art blog because for whatever reason I feel more comfortable posting sketches and stuff I've done for/with other people there than here. Here I feel like finished pieces are more appropriate cause it's an online gallery. So yeeaaaaah.
It is also less complicated than Deviant Art.

I'll still be posting here though!

[link]

Well, that's all, so unless something truly amazing happens, my next journal entry will be in 2010, probably.
Thank you deers.

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]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/13349195/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/13349195/ Thu, 14 Jun 2007 22:41:47 PDT
That last journal was old, old, old! It needed to go.

So, I hate summer! It is so hot. To make it worse, our air conditioner is broken! It leaks water all over the landing in the stairs and gets all our stuff in the closet there wet. Wonderful! Ok, well I have more time at least to do art of my own, instead of for classes.

I've discovered gold leaf, and will be using it quite often until I get sick of it, or can't afford to buy more of it. The latter would probably be the first to happen though.

Well, that's all I have to say. I will try to submit more stuff, but I am so lazy, I never feel like uploading anything.

]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/9963240/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/9963240/ Mon, 04 Sep 2006 10:50:41 PDT ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/9707506/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/9707506/ Sat, 12 Aug 2006 22:15:58 PDT
It was in the correct category, I read the descriptions carefully, but someone else didn't think so?
So now..... now I have a Manga/Anime submission in my gallery. Noooooooooo. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/9637499/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/9637499/ Tue, 08 Aug 2006 01:48:15 PDT
Ok so now like, I gotta find a Guide to New Layout thingy.

...
I was about to press submit when drama enfolded outside.

Ok, so some guy being chased in a car by the police crashed next to our apartment building and now they're all like shooting at each other and crap.

Cut that shit out! People are trying to sleep!

I really want to go out there and just slap the guy for being a dumb shit.

This is why I would not survive if I ever got held at gunpoint. XD

I think the most amazing thing in all of this is that my roommate didn't wakeup. You'd think that the squealing of the brakes, and the loud crunch crash noise, and then the two gun shots woulda' done it, but nah.

I can't wait for cold weather again. I don't ever want to be in Savannah during the summer again. I mean, I've spent my life living in South Texas and Mexico... And it's really hot there all year long. But it's not like this. There's 100 times more humidity, and way less wind.

Ok, back to looking for that new layout guide. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/9306611/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/9306611/ Sun, 09 Jul 2006 00:19:58 PDT
I ask because something got put on my wishlist that I know I didn't put there... I don't even watch the person.

A DA glitch, maybe?

*Edit*

HAH! Nevermind. I finally thought to look in the FAQ. Should have done that in the first place. Oh well. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/8836156/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/8836156/ Sun, 21 May 2006 14:52:23 PDT
Oh, crap. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/6829582/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/6829582/ Fri, 21 Oct 2005 16:17:34 PDT Well anyway, I was sick of the old journal, so I decided to make a new one. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/5160337/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/5160337/ Fri, 22 Apr 2005 17:14:27 PDT
What the...!? A free one week subscription? Talk about random.

So I've got that scanner figured out and maybe tonight I will scan some stuff. I don't remember what I have, so we'll see.

On another note, these features and kind of neat. Especially the message center stuff.
I'm a poor college student who wants enough already... Looks like something else is added to the list.

Footer? ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/4723958/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/4723958/ Fri, 04 Mar 2005 01:21:35 PST
As soon as I tame the damned thing, there will be new work in my gallery. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/3857513/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/3857513/ Wed, 17 Nov 2004 13:27:33 PST They don't know who Optimus Prime is, either.
And they think Godzilla is dumb. (!?)

Uuhm... Sure.
It's news to me. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/3778196/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/3778196/ Sun, 07 Nov 2004 16:26:50 PST
You know who I'm sick of? All those "I know what goth is and you don't, you label addict, but that's ok because it's all a peice of shit anyway and there is no such thing" people. Then the high and mighty who claim they don't believe in "goth" or "punk" or what not, but they dress/act the part because they hope that people will call them a part of the subculture, just so they can preach their bit on it.
I'm not gonna give any definition to "goth" or "punk" or what not, because that's not the issue. I could say alot about the history, important figures, music, and characteristics, and I could say what it all means to me and all that cal, but the thing is, to someone else who doesn't care or has their own interpretation, it might mean shit.

What I'm getting at here is... To everyone marching zealously on the warpath towards the destruction of the evil labels and the idiots that dare wear them:
Rose (or any other random name) says she is goth. So what? Worry about your own damn self. Who is anyone to say who's not what, especially if they're apparently anti-subculture labels. What would you know about labels anyway?
To each their fucking own.

.....

But anyway.
I see the lab here has scanners. Maybe I'll bring in some of the smaller stuff to scan and post. Eh.

A less lazy explaination of things in Savannah.
I had my computer, which I had just gotten in August, shipped to me in Savannah.
.... And UPS lost it.
But of course, the old peice of shit printer came in nice and no trouble. Nice to have a printer, yeah? So I can plug it into the computer built in my arm and... print things.
They've been looking for it for over a month now, and at the beginning of every week, they say, "The matter will be solved in 7-12 days."
12 days later they say, "The matter will be solved in 7-12 days."
And so on.

Fuck 'em.




"When all the leaves
Have fallen and turned to dust,
Will we remain
Entrenched within our ways.
Indifference,
The plague that moves throughout this land
Omen signs
In the shapes of things to come."
-"Severance", Bauhaus ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/3657792/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/3657792/ Wed, 27 Oct 2004 20:06:44 PDT Everything cool?

*Edit*
698 Deviations left. I am making progress.

Homework? What homework?

Hah, no, I finished it before I came to the lab. I know better than to say "I'll do it when I come back from the lab."
This place is 24 hours, biyatch. I'll be here till morning. Hah. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/3087041/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/3087041/ Tue, 17 Aug 2004 03:02:54 PDT
I really hate my job. Yesterday, I had some sort of "revelation" (just like I do every day at work). It went something like this:
"Holy crap, it's early. Why am I awake? I hate uniforms. I hate people. I hate smiling. I hate talking. Why am I here?"
I got my paycheck that day, though. That kind of put things into perspective. September 5 is my last day. It's so close, yet so far away, it makes me unhappy, yet glad at the same time. I put in my two weeks notice.

Which leads me to September 10, the day I have to be in Savannah. I'm flying there. I love flying, but it's probably going to be a pain in the ass having to pick and choose my luggage carefully, plus the whole no wearing metal and no sharp objects thing... My friend told me they took away her safety scissors. How sad.
The strangest things are considered weapons...
I can't take my cello. One, I don't trust it will be handled carefully, two, I don't know how safe it will be in my dorm, three... Oh, there are several reasons. I will miss it so.
Savannah is actually the most positive thing going on in my life right now. I cling.

I recently saw the movie The Boondock Saints. Oh my god, why had I not heard of that movie earlier? It is now one of my favorite movies. It even knocked Donnie Darko down a level. They're making a sequel, which I'm not too sure about, but I'm excited either way.


Bella Morte concert withdrawl...? Last night I had a strange dream that I left something of mine at the venue, so I returned to go get it, and the band was still there... Oh, it was odd. Yes it was.
I think that dream was due to Courtney and Kathy, the people I went with, being tired and wanting to leave right after the concert finished. I wanted to stay, but we left anyway.
Then it might also be because I found out that my friend Sam hung out with them afterwards and they exchanged phone numbers... They call him. I am insanely jealous. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/2901583/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/2901583/ Sat, 17 Jul 2004 15:09:12 PDT Bella Morte and Voltaire were scheduled to play at The Underground in Corpus Christi, and I was able to go with my cousin and friend. The Underground was no exaggeration and was very hard to find.

Our boots were on, our tickets were bought and turned in, and we walked into the concrete hole that was the "lounge". It was there that my friend Sam approached me. A while ago, he had mentioned something about wanting to come, and it happens he was able to. So we stuck together.

Come to find out...
Voltaire's plane ticket was cancelled for whatever reason, and I was a bit disappointed, since he is one of my favorite musicians. It was also how I bribed my cousin and friend to come with me ("So... There's this Bella Morte concert that I want to go to in Corpus. I know you've never heard of them, buuut.... Do you want to come?...... Voltaire is going to be there.").
We left the "lounge" through the doorway painted like a coffin, which led to another even bigger concrete hole with a few couches and some poles which had people sitting, leaning, or dancing on. Music was playing (blaring) through speakers. Some songs familiar, some not.
There was a scent of cigarette smoke which immediately comforted me in a scary "Oh great, I'm an addict" kind of way. After some waiting, a Houston band set up and began playing. I didn't catch their name, and I didn't need to. They were terrible. "Dickface" (so his "Hello, my name is..." tag read), who was selling Bella Morte merchandise behind the counter and I both agreed that the lead singer needed to be shot.
They finished and got offstage, thankfully, or so I thought, until another band set up and began to "play". "Dickface" and I pulled out our glocks.

Oh yeah, and we had the moral support of Andy Deane (singer of Bella Morte, sitting behind us and commenting here and there), who decided to stay sitting behind the counter and read a book.

The pictures do not do his red mohawk justice.

When the screaming man and his co-noisemakers stepped off stage, and KMFDM came onto the speakers as filler music, a sudden electric current filled the air. Metaphorically speaking, of course. The torture was over. Bella Morte was coming on. Soon.
Sure, everyone had already mingled and talked with the members, since it was a pretty small place. But they were PLAYING.
By this time, the place had already built up some heat from all the bodies moving around. The kind of heat that makes you feel good. The kind of heat that makes you sweat, but in a sexy kind of way. My friends and I walked further into the heat, to the front where the stage was. We humbly said hello to the speakers.

Bella Morte set up and sound checked. Then, suddenly they were playing. Mysterious floodgates that only crumble at concerts opened up with a crash, and there was music everywhere. People everywhere. So many things, separate and suddenly they all became one. We were all the tiny water molecules that made up a huge wave, following the tide of the music controlled by the band playing instruments in the middle of us all. I remember every song, yet I couldn't say with words the exact ones, because they didn't just PLAY the songs. They WERE the songs, and they were so generous as to share them and allow us to be them also. The titles are irrelevant.
It was not at all a dream, like I thought it would be. It was much more physical than that. And much more hot. It felt alot like lust being fed a gourmet meal.
My ears are still filled with that blessed ringing which reassures you that the moment you just had really did exist (and that possibly, your ear drums may have been damaged permanently). It is a beautiful sound. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/2715666/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/2715666/ Mon, 21 Jun 2004 23:11:03 PDT I am so sick of this town and its stale people, the lack of diversity...
Of course, Savannah might not be much different in that department, and it probably is a quiet city, but what the hell, it's a new name, and I've never been there.
The only thing I have to worry about is my roommate.

And in four years, if I still don't like it, Atlanta isn't too far. If Atlanta sucks, then I'm heading to Chicago. It sounds like my kind of place. If that doesn't work, then Seattle. That's a nice place, but the thought of me ever living there always seems far fetched. I'll prove that wrong. Everyone is all orgasmic about Austin, and it's an OK city and all, but the streets are always clogged with protestors wearing Bush masks and no bras. All the exhiliration kind of gets old. Sixth Street is fun and they usually have some good shows there, but you can't ever go alone. Houston is too clogged, Dallas is nice, but I know people who live there, and it's too reachable for anyone I might want to stay away from. Columbus was reccomended to me, but the thought of Ohio is not a pleasant one. Last resort.

The only thing I will ever miss about this town is El Pato and the taste of REAL Mexican food.


Forgive me for rambling. I'll stop...
Has anyone else felt like.. I don't know... Like you're the manager for some business, and all these cities are like the applicants and their reputations are the applications. You have to choose one... The wrong choice will end up costing you, and the right one has got to be somewhere out there, and you really need them. But no one believes you. They think you're too picky, or that it is just a stage. Maybe it is just a stage, but that means you have to try your best to satiate the urges until it passes so you don't go crazy.

It all started five years ago in London. That is one hell of a stage. Tell me how to end it.
On second thought, maybe I just want to find that out for myself.
Yeah, maybe that's what I want.
They say that's the most dangerous way to think, because you never know how much you will find out, but how else will you learn it, and learn it well? Aren't those deep marks that you gain from experience the ones that make you who you are? Good or bad, I like who I am, and I'm pretty sure I'll like who I will be. It's not me, it's just everything else that I hate.

I did it again. OK, I swear this time, I'll stop.

I have a lot of new stuff, but no scanner or digital camera, so, uhhh...

Has anyone ever read the lyrics to the opening theme for the anime Hellsing, called "The World Without Logos"?
They make no sense.
I reccomend it. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/2479322/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/2479322/ Fri, 21 May 2004 19:25:47 PDT
Photography... or painting? Oh, the choices.


Okay, I'm going to go to at least two concerts. All of them I'll have to ask for a day off of work... Yikes... But I'm still going. Definitely the Bella Morte one, because that one is so close it would be stupid for me to miss it.
Rasputina is my first choice, though, but there are a few... complications. The same complications as last year.

So then there's The Cure... but then there's the Pixies.... But wait! What about Skinny Puppy? Oh yeah, and My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult....

And I think one of them is on my friend's wedding.

Oh yeah, and I graduated.

Yeah, I'm being petty... but that's because I'm using it to put off the important stuff.


But yeah... photograph, or oil painting? Or how about.... Experimental? Mixed media?
Who likes stuffed French toast at IHOP?
Oh god. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/2430051/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/2430051/ Sat, 15 May 2004 13:06:11 PDT
Rasputina, Bella Morte, The Cure, Skinny Puppy, Pixies, My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult... all coming down to Texas. I want to pass out. I'm going to I have so many concerts to look forward to, and so little money cry about.


]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/2269420/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/2269420/ Wed, 21 Apr 2004 16:16:18 PDT I feel like Lucy and Ethel in the chocolate factory.

Oh well. I'm faving stuff without commenting... I feel strange about that, but I've got to move quick before DA goes-maintenance mode again. I'll comment them later, I guess... and...

New stuff. I just hope none of the rest of you are behind either. Then, I'd just be adding to the piles of titles in your message box...

I will catch up. And without just clearing the whole thing, not having looking at them all. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/2011979/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/2011979/ Sun, 14 Mar 2004 16:09:31 PST
This is all I've been seeing on the streets this week:

These are mostly college students.... Don't any of them have to work? I know I do. So I have to walk around all day with my feet hurting like crazy and my head about to explode at 6:30 in the morning while they're out on the beach with their nipples waving freely in the wind.
I'll get over it. I actually could care less, but because I am a woman, nagging about people who do less than I do, or who I think do less than I do, is a must.

Monday I should have some new stuff up. Should. It all depends on the world's most craptastic digital camera, as usual.

I actually like this emoticon. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1953844/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1953844/ Sat, 06 Mar 2004 11:11:25 PST
I decided to only fix ones that are way way off. If they show up in your messages... That's what you think. But. They are not really there, you are just seeing things.

*Edit*
Okay, so it turns out, more were way way off than I thought.
I'll do the rest later.

*Editx2*
I added a webcam picture of one of my cats, Buddy.
I'm the neighborhood's very own strange cat lady.

*Editx2+1*
Finished fixing them. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1804747/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1804747/ Fri, 06 Feb 2004 16:46:21 PST I went through the order form and filled it out, had trouble with hat size and height with shoes (it's too early to be thinking about what shoes I'm going to wear.), looked at the price: $28. Okay, no problem.
So I hustled my procrastinating self over to where the cap-and-gown-order-taker-men-and-women were stationed, waited in line for a bit until it was my turn.
I sat down, and the man goes through the form and says, "Cap and gown only? No tshirts or flip flops or class rings?"
I say, "No, thank you."
He says, "Okay." then tells me my total cost.
$28? Oh, no no no.
$28, plus shipping and handling, plus tax.

$41.14.

Yeah, conveniently, I did have that much money on me, but... that was my shoe money.


]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1522399/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1522399/ Thu, 11 Dec 2003 18:14:39 PST
It came to be that those ramblings that night were the early symptoms of a bad bad sickness I was struck down with the following day (Thanksgiving day).

And I was tired of looking at it.

If I were a penguin (I wish I was), I'd always be in the middle.
]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1456967/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1456967/ Thu, 27 Nov 2003 03:23:32 PST The audience sat shocked and pitied the red. "I knew he was going to pick the evil one." I heard it and I thought: The black one was not evil, and just as innocent as the red one. Who is really to blame, then? Who is the real theif? The one who is to fault? Well, who is the one who chose?

The Moscow Ballet performed very well today. I picked out a favorite dancer out of the entire company, and I wish I could have picked her up and taken her home with me. She was so beautiful and expressive. I wanted to steal her.

5:10 AM
Thanksgiving already. Up and about, waiting for the sun to come up. Of course, it seems to be taking its sweet time. Busy burning the skin off some kid on the other side of the world who forgot to wear sunscreen, I'm sure. Always wear your sunscreen. Sunburns make your skin wrinkly when you get old. Skin cancer is also another inconvenience you may sport from over exposure of the sun. But for now, here, the moon is a toenail clipping. I hoped someone would be awake and on for me to ramble to, but hopes are always set too high. So I put my ramble here. It could go for a mile or more. Or until the sun finally comes up and it is time to get ready to visit my family. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1433896/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1433896/ Fri, 21 Nov 2003 19:04:41 PST ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1298812/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1298812/ Sun, 19 Oct 2003 19:37:08 PDT You bet your life it is.

They say that yellow is the color of insanity. I could very well see why, as it drives me to flee from it as quickly as a cat from water. Scream your lungs out at it, go ahead, it can take it. Yellow lives for your frantic-ness, it feeds on your desperation, your weak state. Anything you don't want, it greedily takes. Greedy as a child with a brand new toy. They say children are a blessing. Blessing from who? What? For? Are blessings actually good things? Blessings spoil us, I say. We expect far too many good things.
They say it to be unnatural to talk to air as if it were a person. Mad, was it that they called it? Mad, mad, mad, what is mad if they have never known it in themselves? Only a guess, a guess. And what is a guess? An assumption based off of, what? Nothing. They know nothing, but like to guess, hoping that it will mean something, and make that nothing into a learned something. A mind can snap in a second after a lifetime, they also say. They got one thing right, at least. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1252309/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1252309/ Wed, 08 Oct 2003 17:58:19 PDT ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1200269/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1200269/ Wed, 24 Sep 2003 18:32:46 PDT he. When she came upon one, it was left hand holding down the fox's body and right hand around the tail as she tugged, feeling the resistance of the skin and it's stubbornness to give. Then finally, the fox yelps, a loud, terrible sound bouncing off the tiny air-filling molecules, as the skin tears with a low rip sound. Holding the bleeding "prize" up in the air, she makes her way back to the dilapidated cottage in which she resides and carefully pins it to the gray wall, along side the other previously yanked tails.

She vows to never cease her bizarre practices until she finds that one... the fox that once raced beside her through the woods not long ago at all. But she fears he is dead. One night, all around her she heard the battle cries of a shotgun, and each merciless bullet shot she feared was destined for him. Whether they really were, or not, no one knows, nor have they for eleven years. That is a hell of a lot of fox’s tails. ]]> ~DeathPixie http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1166699/ http://DeathPixie.deviantart.com/journal/1166699/ Mon, 15 Sep 2003 20:45:45 PDT
"My name is Mr. Kirby," he wrote, "and I am in need to tell you of this pad-walled city that encumbers my home, which stifles my dreams with it's rough red scarf, wrapping tightly around my neck, choking me until I cannot...." CRASH.

He dropped his pen, slapped his hand on the desk and stood up angrily. The hairs of his moustache stood on end; a humorous spectacle many neighborhood children often anticipated stealing a glance of.

"This noise MUST stop!", he yelled angrily.

A woman stepped out of the doorway from her position in the kitchen and into the room he occupied, her gray-red hair falling from her loosely tied bun. She was as bright as a pile of dirty clothes in a laundry basket, and the best reply to Kirby in which her puny little mind could come up with was hurling a frying pan across the room, coming inches away from plowing him in the head. It smashed into the wall behind him, leaving a large hole in the plaster, then slid down onto the ground with a loud thud.

Kirby rolled his eyes and sat back down in his comfy wooden-carved chair as the woman stomped back into the kitchen. He picked up his pen and scratched out the sentence he had begun and started a new one.

"I dream of one day writing without disruptions from insane women washing pans and frying chickens for the state fair the following day. Her lunatic diversions hinder my development in the area of fame...." CRASH.

While we are on the subject, this avid rambler promises to halt her sauntering ways and submit art soon. ]]> ~DeathPixie