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]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/23653570/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/23653570/ Thu, 12 Mar 2009 01:39:02 PDT light candles made of vaseline.

For all we know of life it seems,
are empty lies in magazines.

Now the stage is full of broken string,
yet puppets play the vital scene.

To all who dare to hear my screams,
know life is just the After Dream.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/23241722/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/23241722/ Mon, 16 Feb 2009 18:35:09 PST
1: [link]

2: [link]


The first is an intelligently done parody on BET culture and an attempt to use humor to address some serious lifestyle flaws in our society.

The second is two embarrassingly men attempting to insult the artists who created it, artist who's goal (among other things) was to get parents involved in what children watch on tv. The news man goes as far to condemn him for wanting to get parents to discuss these issues with their children.

I wont go into too much detail, the videos speak for themselves, but the fact that the media will do anything to villainize anyone who is trying to help (aka fight them) has never been more appent to me.

12 year old's don't understand satire? How fucking dumb where you at the age of 12? I guess that doesn't surprise me, as apparently there are grown men who still don't get it.

All I can say is to the creators of this music video, nicely done my friends. You attempted to expose some issues in BET and ended up shining the light of day on an media monster that is just as infectious to your children, CNN.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/21212651/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/21212651/ Wed, 29 Oct 2008 06:01:15 PDT

I can't believe it, but it's really him.

I idolize this guy, he got to watch one of his own creations become one the most successful and probably the greatest cartoon of all time, The PowerPuff/WhoopAss Girls! I would kill to have that life!

I know it sounds stupid, but to think that he could possibly be on DA and could one day leave a comment on something I've created just makes my day.

I love this man!

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/20945454/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/20945454/ Sat, 11 Oct 2008 23:14:45 PDT



nothing helps.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/20611951/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/20611951/ Mon, 22 Sep 2008 01:13:12 PDT
I'm glad I made a differenced for someone.

And I'm glad that you still think I'm wonderful, because if you think it then it must be true.

I'm forever grateful for the things you showed me, the things you made me feel. Hopefully someday I'll learn to feel them again, preferably sooner then later.

I love you, however that may be, I love you and you love me.

I don't regret anything, now or ever, because of you.

Goodbye.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/20045897/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/20045897/ Tue, 19 Aug 2008 17:06:03 PDT
]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/19801388/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/19801388/ Wed, 06 Aug 2008 02:07:22 PDT You cannot stab it, burn it, or break it. Everything you do only serves to tear it wider.

The longer to fight it the larger it grows. Worse and worse by the day as your mind relentlessly picks at the gaping walls of its expanding exterior.

You cannot kill a hole; you can only fill it.
But futile are your attempts to cram in any and everything that might fit, only to watch it all poor out of its misshapen home.

The only thing that can fill a hole is that piece that once removed. But on day you may find even that may no longer fit amongst the scar tissue and distorted edges. The hole has grown too large and deformed to ever house that which was once part of it.

You cannot fill a hole.

It is simply a part of you.

Forever.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/19609854/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/19609854/ Sat, 26 Jul 2008 16:12:53 PDT
But I know what who I believe it was. I know it sounds stupid, and I know it's hard to accept, but I know what I felt in those few endless moments.

There is a reason these things happen, there where a hundred different places I could have been, but I was there.

He was smiling, he was happy, in him I saw you.

I'm not sure how you'll take this, I don't want it to hurt, I don't want to bring up old scars, but maybe that's the point. Maybe that's what he wanted. For you to know he's happy, for you to let it go.

He forgives you, we forgive you, it's time that you forgave yourself.

All I know is what I saw. He was smiling. He was happy.


That is all.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/19534408/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/19534408/ Tue, 22 Jul 2008 10:06:59 PDT
Good men, truly good men, are alone. They are hated. They are outcast. They are martyred.

Because good men make the choices that no one else can. Good men suffer for our sins. Good men do not share their pain, but they absorb all of ours.

There is no recognition for good men. No thanks. No reward.

Because good men are invisible. Their actions are unseen, but their effect will never go unnoticed. The world around us is made only bearable because of the actions of a few good men.

Good men give every part of themselves for the sake of that which is bigger then themselves. Be it the whole world, or one small soul.

Dark men are victorious in anthem. Dark men are proud. Their actions are heard on high. They voices echo for all to hear. Everyone can see the choices of dark men.

But good men are silent. Their actions are unsung. They hide their victories, they suffer for them.

Good men are hated. Good men are outcast. Good men are martyred. Good men are alone.

There is no happy ending for good men; for they gave it up for our own.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/19284430/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/19284430/ Wed, 09 Jul 2008 01:23:20 PDT
I know it wont be easy, but I know also that you can do this.

The sweet little girl I once loved hasn't died.
You will find yourself again.

The monsters will go away soon.

We are all with you.
We will always love you.

I am proud of you.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/19245403/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/19245403/ Mon, 07 Jul 2008 00:06:43 PDT
I can't let you do this, not to him, not to me, and most of all not to yourself.

You may believe that this is what you deserve, that you need to suffer to justify your existence, but I wont let you.

Too many people love to let you destroy yourself.

You may hate me now, maybe even forever.

But I don't care, because this isn't at all about me.

I told him what I know, I told him what you didn't want him to.
I told him what I had to.

I may no longer be in love with you, but no matter what, I will always love you.

Goodbye.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/19104675/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/19104675/ Sun, 29 Jun 2008 06:36:18 PDT
Desperately we attempt to distract ourselves by surrounding our bodies with cold lifeless planets, if only to pretend that someone somewhere revolves around us; though they are nothing more then disembodies fragments of our own molten core.

Let us continue to shine in spite of it all, in the futile hope that the light of our souls may somehow warm a wandering body; drifting aimlessly across the universe.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/18884608/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/18884608/ Tue, 17 Jun 2008 01:40:28 PDT
Either way, this is probably the single most important day of my life.

For better, or worse.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/17968128/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/17968128/ Mon, 21 Apr 2008 22:04:12 PDT
There is nothing that will ever describe you.
My distain for you, words could never express.

In every tear I see your face, in ever heart ache I hear your name.
Every time she hurts, every time she screams, every time she cries,
It’s all because of you. You’re there, laughing from the shadows

You wear that smug smile upon your face, overjoyed that the world cannot see
See the festering puke that makes up your flesh, the putrid puss that spews from your shallow soul.

And for what? Did you even gain anything from it?
Was it only to appease your sadistic pride?

One day I will pay you back,
For every time you struck her, every time you called her ugly, every time you hurt her

Does it make you feel big to beat a child? Did it make you feel strong?
Did it give you some sense of control? Did it make you feel powerful?

All the alcohol in the world cannot excuse the crimes of a devil who harms a child

No matter how old she grows, no matter how far she is from you, you are there, eating away at her like a cancer in heart.

ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!

YOU FILTHY FUCKING WHORE!!

You’re a poison in her veins, the devil in her eyes
You’ve encased her in a hell of self loathing, in a shell not even love a deep as mine can fully break

Every time I tell her the truth, that I show her just how kind, how sweet, how pure, how beautiful and how perfect she really is, I hear your voice echo through her lips

“No I’m not, I don’t deserve your love”

It cuts me deeper then a miserable cunt like you will ever understand.
To know that I can never erase what you’ve done, that I can never cleanse your poison from her veins.

Already you have infected me with your presence, every time she cries it echoes within my soul a thousand fold.

You are my poison. You are my nemesis. You are the reason she hates herself.
You are the cause of all her mistakes, the source of all flaws.

And yet you stand there, bearing that satanic smile, and you have the nerve to call yourself her mother.

mother? you will never come close to being such a thing.
She may have formed in your womb, but all that is worth had been undone by your sins
I would call you all the worst things I can imagine: bitch, demon, hellspawn, whore!

But none of them even come close to describing the worthless shit that you really are.

No, evil such as yourself is not worthy of a title, you deserve not even a name.

You are nothing.

Nothing.

Not that you need to know, not that it is any of your business, not that you even care,
but I will lover her forever, in spite of the pain that you cause both of us.

I may spend the rest of my life purging you from her system, erasing you very existence from her core, but that will not change the way I feel.

Yet she will never become a burden, she will always be angel, the angel you fought so hard to destroy.

So for what it’s worth, I thank you.

In spite of all that you have done, the world owes you a favor.
You brought into existence the greatest person that I will ever know.

Out of the darkest, rankest, and most disgusting pit emerged the purest and most beautiful of all creations.

Perhaps knowing that, I may one day come to forgive you.

Something, if you indeed are worthy of being considered anything at all, such as yourself is not even deserving of my hate.

Already I feel your poison begin to weaken.

Already I feel you beginning to fade.

Fade from memory.
Fade from mind.

Fade from soul.

Till you become that which you always where.

Nothing at all.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/17316879/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/17316879/ Thu, 13 Mar 2008 14:08:33 PDT
The project is an RPG type game and I'm just looking for people to give me some thoughts on how it's going.

Thank you, that is all.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/16555489/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/16555489/ Thu, 24 Jan 2008 17:36:14 PST
All is well.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/16492006/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/16492006/ Sun, 20 Jan 2008 14:48:40 PST




See it.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/16115122/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/16115122/ Wed, 26 Dec 2007 20:15:33 PST
Between that you would die for, and that who would die for you.

You are going to have to make a choice, between that which seeks you, and that which you seek.

Between she who is near, and she who is far away.

Will you chase her ‘til your very last breath?
Or simply lie in wait for she who will follow you until her death?

Between that which adores you and that which you adore.

Tell me, young lover, which would you rather be?
Worshiper or worshipee?

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/15785534/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/15785534/ Mon, 03 Dec 2007 20:21:36 PST [link]

Link + Artist's comments.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/14893088/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/14893088/ Tue, 02 Oct 2007 23:54:54 PDT
More and more each day I wonder if it’s all even worth finishing, if school will even give me anything worth finishing it for.

Dr. Pepper, I seriously could go for some carbonated prune juice right now, something about that seems to be the most important thing in the universe right now.

But I digress; I seriously don’t know what I’m doing with my life right now. When it comes down to it, what I really wish is that I could get a decently popular web page and put what ever I want up on it an make a living that way. Combined with the occasional flash game I could easily make a decent living (decent, not a wonderful one). But then again what do I really need that’d warrant a fancy paycheck anyway?

I need to finish my research project, and my research paper, and my critical thought assignment, and both my perfectly rendered 2d design projects I haven’t started.

School is the path to a successful career, but I have yet to see any evidence that there is such a thing as a successful career. Careers give people all the money they could ever want, yet simultaneously sucking any meaning out of it what so ever. Careers allow people to go from wishing they could buy things to wishing they had the free time to use the things they’ve bought. Careers tare apart families and make people hate to wake up in the morning.

Tell me, what has one really gained from all the hard work in their life if they hate waking up in the morning? Even with the financial stability, fancy cars, premium insurance and suburban home how do you possibly justify not wanting to get up and live another day in your life as a “success.”

School will get me a career, but I don’t want a career, so why do I go to school? I learn things, I meet people, that’s always a plus. Maybe I’ve just spent too much on it now that I’d be a waster to not finish it, even though I probably won’t use any of it.

I’ve got so much work to do, I’ve got so many readings to finish, I’ve got no time to update my website, to finish my next game. The one thing that’s supposed to “ provide me with a well established future” is the one thing keeping me from doing what I really want to (as well as from making any money, ironically).

I could really use a Dr. Pepper right now, for some reason I think that it might taste like paradise.

I had $1.44 in my bank account, and now I have a cold 2 litter of Dr. Pepper and nine cents. It tastes every bit as good as I imagined it would be. Right now, sipping this soda, I have everything I want.

I’m happy.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/14760440/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/14760440/ Sun, 23 Sep 2007 15:36:39 PDT
Nostalgia is my drug, my guilty pleasure, my vice. It is not just the recollection of times past, but of a feeling, an emotion that I can never quite define or even hope to express in words. More often then I should I find myself lost in my own past, recalling a time when the world was riddled with decay and yet so ripe with possibilities. I was a time of hope and aspiration when I truly believed that the countless thoughts I had in my head could truly changed the world. I was inspired by all I saw that needed changing in this world, and by all the good that I believed could over come it. Aids in Africa, world poverty, a flawed education system, and people lost in a depression brought on by a corrupt consumer driven society’s lie that slaving away for a career would make them happy. I saw all of these problems yet at the same time the solution to them seemed to be staring me right in the face. There was enough food, there was enough medicine, there was enough information and there was enough money, there simply wasn’t enough distribution. The few had the most, and the most had the fewest. Why did everyone make it more complex then that? The world wasn’t evil, it wasn’t hopeless, it wasn’t lost; it was just out of balance. So why not just recalibrate it? It was a simple solution to all of our greatest problems.

I didn’t believe that people where evil, just misinformed. Countless Americans woke up every day stressing themselves about school and work, striving to achieve in order to align themselves with the flawed and narrow definition of success that had bad fed to them by plastic women on television and square shaped old men in ties. They fought so hard for nothing. They were simply unaware that by any true definition they were already wealthy, that whether they were a CEO or a burger flipper made no difference in weather or not they were successful. They didn’t know that each of them had the power to be a hero, to save someone’s life for mere pocket change. They didn’t know that by simply owning a computer they were already in the richest 10% of the planet. They had been tricked into keeping up with the Joneses, despite the fact that no one even likes the Joneses anyway. They thought they should envy men who live in big empty mansion, men who die cold and alone. They thought that spending money for the sake of showing you can was a good a thing, that stars who own their own islands where heroes.

They weren’t evil; they just didn’t know is all. So I figured that all I had to do was tell them. Tell them how stupid it is to sell there childhood for a mark on a piece of paper. Tell them that poverty stricken children in third world countries probably laugh and play more then they do. Tell them that there is no point in owning more toys then Joneses if you’re never home to use them. Tell them that trading family for a promotion is the most demeaning thing a person could do to themselves that “independence” is just another word for loneliness.

Tell them to be grateful in what they have, and instead of flaunting what they can afford to waste that they should take pride in what they can spare.

It is always better to be poor and happy then wealthy and sad.

It was all so simple, so easy. All I had to do was show them and whole world would be a better place. I even had the means to do it, the talent to tell stories and to create art. I could express myself in a way words never could, I would use my art to broadcast my feelings and from there it would spread from person to person until we all just sat back and said “Man, I can’t believe we tried so hard when life was really just so simple.”

It was a simple feeling. That fire inside that makes you feel like you can save the world, like you can do something that matters.

It comes back to me from time to time, and every time it does I feel higher then any chemical could ever make me.

Nostalgia is my drug, and one day I’d like to share it with you.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/14706508/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/14706508/ Wed, 19 Sep 2007 19:24:31 PDT
While I realize that Ernie will more then likely never read this, I will none the less take this time to speak a few words to our beloved senator.

To the pathetic self righteous attention whore that is Ernie Chambers, just because acting like a retard and suing God gets you into national news it by no means make you an important man. You are a whiny crybaby who thinks just because your brand of racial hate is socially acceptable that it isn’t wrong. Marring a white woman doesn’t make a black man a traitor to his race, but firing a black man for doing so does make you a disgrace to all man kind. You are an abomination, no better then the men in white hoods or red swastikas. Now stop desperately pleading for this nation’s media to shine its spotlight on your pathetic little blip of an existence. You aren’t a martyr, you aren’t a hero, you aren’t even a leader.


[link]

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/13936103/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/13936103/ Mon, 30 Jul 2007 03:54:30 PDT we are all but fleeting stars, lost in an ocean of doubt

Translated to French:
nous sommes presque passager tient le premier rôle, a détruit dans un
océan de doute

Translated back to English:
we are almost momentary holds the first role, destroyed in an ocean of
doubt

Translated to German:
wir sind fast momentane Einflüsse die erste Rolle, zerstört in einem
Ozean des Zweifels

Translated back to English:
we are destroyed influences almost momentary the first role, in an
ocean of the doubt

Translated to Italian:
siamo influenze distrutte quasi momentanee il primo ruolo, in
un oceano del dubbio

Translated back to English:
we are destroyed infuences nearly momentary the first role, in the
ocean of the doubt

Translated to Portuguese:
nós somos infuences destruídos quase momentâneos o primeiro papel,
no oceano da dúvida

Translated back to English:
we are infuences destroyed the first paper almost momentary, in the
ocean of the doubt

Translated to Spanish:
somos infuences destruidos el primer papel casi momentáneo, en el
océano de la duda

Translated back to English:
we are infuences destroyed the first almost momentary paper, in the
ocean of the doubt

Translated to French:
nous sommes des infuences détruits le premier papier presque
momentané, dans l'océan du doute

Translated back to English:
we are infuences destroyed the first almost temporary paper, in the
ocean of the doubt

Translated to German:
wir sind infuences zerstört dem ersten fast temporären Papier, im
Ozean des Zweifels

Translated back to English:
we are infuences destroy the first almost temporary paper, in the
ocean of the doubt

Translated to Italian:
siamo infuences distruggiamo la prima carta quasi provvisoria,
nell'oceano del dubbio

Translated back to English:
we are infuences we destroy the first nearly temporary paper, in the
ocean of the doubt

Translated to Portuguese:
nós somos infuences que nós destruímos o primeiro papel quase
provisório, no oceano da dúvida

Translated back to English:
we are infuences that we destroy the first paper almost provisory, in
the ocean of the doubt

Translated to Spanish:
somos infuences que destruimos el primer papel casi provisory, en el
océano de la duda

Translated back to English:
we are infuences that we destroyed the first paper almost provisory,
in the ocean of the doubt

Translated to French:
nous sommes des infuences que nous avons détruit le premier papier
presque provisory, dans l'océan du doute

Translated back to English:
we are infuences which we destroyed the first paper almost provisory,
in the ocean of the doubt

Translated to German:
wir sind infuences, denen wir das erste provisory Papier fast
zerstörten, im Ozean des Zweifels

Translated back to English:
we are infuences, those we the first provisory paper almost destroyed,
in the ocean of the doubt

Translated to Italian:
siamo infuences, quelli noi la prima carta provisory quasi
distrutta, nell'oceano del dubbio

Translated back to English:
are infuences, those we it first paper provisory nearly destroyed, in
the ocean of the doubt

Translated to Portuguese:
são os infuences, aqueles nós ele destruído quase provisory do
primeiro papel, no oceano da dúvida

Translated back to English:
they are infuences, those we it destroyed almost provisory of the
first paper, in the ocean of the doubt

Translated to Spanish:
son infuences, ésos nosotros que destruyó casi provisory del primer
papel, en el océano de la duda

Translated back to English:
they are infuences, those we whom provisory of the first paper
destroyed almost, in the ocean of the doubt

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/13533413/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/13533413/ Fri, 29 Jun 2007 02:07:57 PDT
Well I suppose that it means that I want to inform as many people as I can about them and let them just speak for themselves.

so here you go: [link]

just some food for thought.

Give him a try, I haven't yet decided 100% if I'd vote for this guy, but I like the idea of him more and more each day.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/13516783/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/13516783/ Wed, 27 Jun 2007 19:47:56 PDT
As you may know I am one who detests the utter cesspool that is America’s political system, mainly its party system (mostly the fact that there only two). As such, I had fully expected that once again my support would be directed towards the old third party classic Ralf Nader. So imagine my surprise when I was informed that there may actually be a better option out there then my green party friend.

His name is Ron Paul, and he’s what they call a “libertarian.” Now, a lot of you out
there may not be familiar with that term, while I admit that I am no expert I will do my best to describe the basic ideology of their party. Essentially libertarians believe that the role of the federal government should be for protection and nothing more, so basically only getting involved in matters that concern the safety of the people. This means that they hate the IRS, Ron has actually stated that he’d like to go as far as possible in abolishing it (not that that’s fully possible, but at least it means it can be severally weakened). This also means that they hate censorship and will side 100% with free speech so long as no one’s safety is danger. More importantly, this also means that they would allow no regulations at all to be placed on the internet, allowing the free distribution of media such as music. Paul officially stated that he believes the arts to be owned by no man, and that the government should have nothing to do with preventing its free distribution (holy crap, someone who actually believes the same way I do about why music should be free).

I should also take some time to clear up the confusion out there regarding whether or not he’s a republican. No, no he is not a republican. Yes, yes he does debate along side them and would like to run on their ticket (mostly because he can’t really afford to do otherwise), however he does not support the ideals of the republican party. He merely has more in common with republicans then democrats, but the more important thing to keep in mind is that he has less in common with either of them then any other candidate. If elected Ron would not follow the republican agenda, and I have fears of him being a part of the two party abomination.

So you’re probably wondering how having a libertarian as president would affect your daily lives. Well, for those of you not living in the U.S.A. not a whole lot, at all. But for those of you living state side, it means that there would be a lot more power granted to local governments and therefore more power in the actual hands of the every day voter. For instance, I cannot do much about the corruption that is Washington, but my voice can affect the city of Lincoln and its laws. I can feasibly form a rally or write my congressmen if I want something changed, where as I can do next to nothing to affect a law formed by federal tyrants.

Anywho, I could go on but for now I grow tired of typing, all I want to say that for the first time in an age I’m actually excited (even in the smallest regard) for a presidential candidate. I do not attempt to tell people how they should vote (not to mention some of you probably aren’t even U.S. citizens anyway) only that I might actually vote for someone and why I am choosing to do for.

In the end there are three main things that I find most appealing about him:
1. He hates censorship.
2. He hates the IRAA
3. He’s not hillary clinton, thank God almighty he’s not hillary clinton. I hope that it’s fairly clear why I wouldn’t want that soulless ego-driven censorship-loving whore as president. But for the most part it’s because I think of the children. One day there will be a first female president and when little kids read about her in the history books, do you really want the picture they see of her be the soulless demon visage of hillary clinton? I know I don’t.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/12661938/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/12661938/ Thu, 19 Apr 2007 23:26:16 PDT
Today in my Cultural Anthropology class, someone gave a presentation on genocide and how it continues to occur even in this present day. As they spoke of the horrors that take place almost daily in Uganda, they just so happened to use the term “massacre.” This word sparked a question in the mind of one of my fellow students who, having made the logical cognitive connection between that word and the current circumstances that have made it so widely used lately, simply asked:

“Why is it that the death of 33 is nation wide news, yet I have never once heard a word spoken about the hundreds who die regularly in these massacres? As tragic as the shootings in Virginia were, are not the deaths of the innocent men women and children of the Sudan equally so?”

I pondered this question for a long while today and eventually I asked one of my roommates what he thought of it.

“If the effects felt by the lives lost at Virginia Tech were so great that they forced our school officials feel the need to make free counseling available to me, why is it that I am not expected to feel the same grief over the even greater death tolls in the Sudan?”

He turned to me and smiled, and with a harsh sarcasm in his voice he responded “because those people aren’t white.”

Of course he obviously didn’t intend for his comment to be taken seriously, and we both shared a brief laugh at his cynical social commentary. Yet, afterwards there was a short silence, because deep down I think both of us knew that it was probably true…

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/12646354/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/12646354/ Wed, 18 Apr 2007 18:32:24 PDT
Fuck graphic design.

Everything about the way our society treats art in the digital medium, to put it bluntly, pisses me off. Why is it that in every traditional art class I know of (like say painting or drawing) the students are encourage to look deeper into themselves and find creative ways to express their emotions and give their works greater meaning, yet in everyone digital art class there is all we hear is crap like “do you think the client would appreciate that?” or “how will that help sell life insurance?”

I couldn’t care less what some no-talent-hack in a monkey suit thinks of my art work because I didn’t take digital drawing classes to learn how impress some advertising agency, I took it to learn how to better use the programs available to me in order to increase my artistic abilities. Why is that so unreasonable?

Now, I’m not saying that being a graphic designer is a bad thing, or that they’ve sold themselves out to the system or anything like that, it’s a fine career and I respect anyone who has what it takes to get into it. What I am saying is that there should be some form of appreciation for the endless verity of amazing works that can come into being through the use of the digital medium. There seems to be this mindset that everything done on a computer is for business and everything meaningful or expressive should be saved for the studio. I for one believe that that is a load of crap. If I want to express myself artistically I will do it how ever I feel moved to do so, whether it is in charcoal or .jpg should be irrelevant. I don’t see why I learning about one should involve suppressing my creativity while learning about the other encourages it.

I’d love to complain to you a little more on this subject, but I need to go work on my digital drawing assignment; hopefully I can finish my life insurance brochure by tomorrow night.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/11804135/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/11804135/ Tue, 13 Feb 2007 19:23:43 PST
He later asked if he could have some fun with it and write a fake journal, and partly due to the lack of sleep I thought it could be a hilarious idea to try.

At first I was worried he would try and make it actually seem like he was me, then give some kind of fake confeshion like "Guys... I just need to let you all know... I'm a homosexual"

But luckilly he when all out and made it obviouse I wasnt the one writing the journal.

In anycase, I hope you all enjoyed it, I found it too funny to delete when I read it.

This may not be last of these you see... but I've been promised that any "hacking" of my account will not extend past the journal.

More then likely though he's already bored with the idea and moved on.

And yes Mr. Kelso, he's an english major and thus noticably better at spelling (but then again, what else are english majors good for? )

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/11791941/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/11791941/ Mon, 12 Feb 2007 21:12:44 PST
My personal interests include taking it from the man and thinking smooth, get used to it, everyone will be enjoying these activities soon (or maybe you already are [think about it, it's deep, and I mean deep]).

I also am having a hard time writing because I am looking over my shoulder and it freaks me out to no end. I just need me to leave for a little bit so I can straighten my thoughts out.

Okay, I'm gone.

So where was I? Who knows. Oh, Chuck Jones is possibly the greatest animator ever...damn I came back. Oh well, I'll try to write anyway. So yeah, Chuck Jones, also the guys who did the Disney Robin Hood movie, because that movie is like the best ever.

Isn't the angry dancing guy up there sweet? Yeah, I thought so too.

Nibb High Football Rules!!!!

Peace I'm outta here.

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]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/9192008/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/9192008/ Mon, 26 Jun 2006 17:28:01 PDT
It's a comic called "OmegaManor" and it's temporary home is at

I'm not at liberty to reveal too much at the momment, but with any luck it will soon find a way onto its own site and maybe even into some actual monthy publications

In between working with that, my day job and sharing some valuable bonding time with my old friends I realize that I've been a little behind on my submitions here (well, a lot behind). But maybe soon we'll be over that hump and I can get back to what it is I do best, but for now I'm going to have to try and possibly establish a foundationg for the years to come (well, hopefully)

Thanks for your support, check out the comic when ever you get any free time! See ya!

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/9080859/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/9080859/ Thu, 15 Jun 2006 19:50:36 PDT
Not only does this mean that I will receive a sall discount on all my Walmart associated purchases, but I will also be intiled to a hefty $7 an hour for efforts (please, hold the applause).

I know that doesnt sound exciting, but to me it is! I can now proudly say that I know what it feels like to be pushed around by "The Man" from 9-5! (well, my hours will more then likely be a night shift) And I think that's something that is important for anyone to experiance at least once.

In other exciting news, me and my friend/rival may soon have our own web page, (you may now relinquish you applause)

As for the nearly total lack of updates, I'm sorry about that, I'm not sure if it's ever going to get better or not, but I assure you that I havent given up on art, I'm just doing different things right now.

Well, until next time, so long and good luck!

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/9013626/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/9013626/ Thu, 08 Jun 2006 22:22:46 PDT
"Hey, look at me! I’m a dumbass!"

Recently I have heard a lot of talk about the subject of alcohol and what it is or is not good for. In order to clear up a few things, I’ve decided to address some of the leading misconceptions about America’s favorite pass time.


The 4 Myths about Drinking

Myth 1: “Getting wasted is fun!”

The main problem with underage drinking these days stems from the notion that there is something magical about having oxygen cut off from your brain. Regardless of what these dumbasses may say (I use the term dumbasses because it would be unfair to everyone else to just call them morons, and because it would take too long to call them mind-numbingly-brain-dead-fucking-retards in every sentence) there is nothing spiritual about getting drunk.

I suppose it’s logical that people of limited intelligence are easily capable of mistaking vomiting spells, loss of hand and eye coordination, pissing your pants, shitting yourself, acting like a 5 year old, slurred speech, profuse stupidity and hangovers as a “good time”. But in reality there is nothing you can do while drunk that isn’t better sober. Sure there are the people who claim that alcohol helps them get members of the opposite sex, but what they’re really saying is “I’m too much of loser to get chick while their sober, so I let them get shit-faced so I can molest them when they pass out.”

In plain truth, there is nothing wrong with drinking, but there is everything wrong with getting drunk. Drinking alcohol because you want to get “trashed” is no more intelligent then drinking grape juice because you want to get diarrhea.

Myth 2: “I drink responsibly.”

Indeed there is nothing wrong with drinking responsibly, but I’m not sure if many of you out there seem to understand what the word responsible even means. There is only one way to drink responsibly, and that is legally and in moderation. Let me put this simply: drinking as a minor is breaking the law and therefore by very definition irresponsible.

Now, there is some opposition to this theory, namely the argument that “the drinking age in an unfair law, because 21 year olds are no more mature then 18 year olds.” As logical as this argument may sound to the uneducated ear, there is a major flaw in its reasoning. The problem with underage drinking has nothing to do with maturity, its all bout attitude. It is not the fact that you are not mentally/physically mature enough to handle alcohol, the problem is entirely the fact that you are drinking in defiance.

Not following me? Well let me give you an example then. In parts of Europe the drinking age is significantly lower then it is in America, but they don’t have the same problems with underage drinking as we do. Why? Because when a French twelve year old drinks with their parents they are drinking just to drink the whine/beer/what-have-you, not because it’s “cool” or “rebellious” or worse yet, because they want to get “wasted”. The same happens here when a 21+ year old drinks, more often then not they are drinking cause they want to have a beer or two, not because they have some dumbass notion that getting drunk is “awesome”. When a minor drinks they drink to get drunk, they drink because they think it’s fun, and they drink because they think it makes them independent of their parent’s rule. They don’t know how to drink responsibly because unlike those Europeans, they have not been guided by adult supervision. They don’t know the basics of alcohol or what their limits are. This is akin to stealing your father’s car when you’re 10 and assuming you know how to drive because you’ve watched other people do it, only to crap yourself when you arrive at a 4 way intersection.

Drinking responsibly means drinking without getting drunk, and that is something I have yet to see a minor be capable of doing.

Myth 3: “I would never drink and drive.”

Thankfully, most of us already know that driving drunk is a bad idea. Unfortunately many people still think that just knowing this fact will be enough to keep them from doing so. Drinking impairs your judgment, which is why driving while under the influence is dangerous. Common sense would say that knowing this fact should lead you to realize that deciding whether or not you’re sober enough to drive would be difficult when you’re already drunk. However, there are still hearse loads of people who can’t grasp this simple concept (there’s a reason I call them dumbasses). Most people (especially minors) do not know they’re drunk when they’re drunk, you are not somehow exempt from this. You could very easily get behind the wheel thinking you’re sober, no matter how much your think you would never drive while intoxicated.

Anytime you let yourself get drunk, you... ]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/8623099/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/8623099/ Sat, 29 Apr 2006 16:19:17 PDT

Deep in the jungles of Africa there is a man (though it is a great stretch to even consider him such), there is a nightmare by the name of Joseph. Joseph is fighting a bloody and merciless revolution, but he does not have enough rebels to support his uprising. Therefore he has turned to the most despicable of methods to achieve his goals. Joseph kidnaps and brainwashes children into his own personal soldiers. He steals them from their homes or captures them as they walk home from school. He crowds them at gunpoint into his camps and makes them go through a terrifying ordeal meant to transform an innocent child into a brutal killer. He selects one child from the group and makes the others watch as he butchers them alive, telling the children “this is what will happen if you do not obey me”. If the children cry, they are shot on the spot “I do not need weaklings who are distracted by thoughts of home.” He trains them in all forms of armed combat, and even teaches them to infiltrate and capture schools in order to increase his army. If the children escape from him, they are hunted down by name. And if they do run they have no where to go, for not even their own families will not forgive them for being part of Joseph’s army (though they had no choice to do so).

The use of children as soldiers has been deemed a war crime by the UN, and Joseph should stand trial for crimes against humanity. Yet the UN has done nothing to stop him. The world has averted its eyes from one of the greatest abominations of our history. These children have been forgotten by us, they have become invisible.

Tonight, people are across the US will stand in protest to our government’s inaction, in an attempt to make them see the faces of the invisible children.


[link]

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/8216051/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/8216051/ Mon, 20 Mar 2006 11:14:32 PST
NO CLASSES!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Why you ask? What horrible crime could warrant such a harsh punishment? What terrible offence did he commit? Well my good viewers, my I’ll tell you. He is guilty of touching a girl… on the shoulder.

Not even attempting massage her shoulder, not implying any sexual action in his contact, not even rubbing it. He simply placed his hand on her should for a brief period of time.

This is enough for a girl to ruin a man’s life. He’s not even aloud to tell his side, or defend himself in anyway. In order to “protect the victim” she’s not even required to confront him when making a claim that will potentially destroy his life. There is nothing he can do, he was accused, and that is enough.

Because in the world of sexual harassment, the woman is always right…

“Now I understand your complaint Mr. Hill, but if I showed even the least amount of tolerance, we couldn’t call it zero tolerance.”

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/7933405/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/7933405/ Sat, 18 Feb 2006 10:45:53 PST
Humor is a must in friendship, so why should a relationship (the ultimate friendship) be any different? If she can make me laugh, then I know I’ll be happy forever. If she can put a smile on my face then I can look forward to always enjoying life when ever she is near.

Without trust, you have nothing. It is important for me to have an ear that is always willing to listen, and never willing to judge. To know that I can share anything with her, and her with me, is to know that I can feel safe for the rest of my life.

I am more then willing to be all these things and more, what ever is asked of me I can become, but these are all that I will ever ask in return.

I now know what I am looking for, so what do all of you value above all else?

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]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/7882791/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/7882791/ Mon, 13 Feb 2006 11:53:17 PST
[link]

Do they have any idea how long that's going to take me to move everything? Why didnt they just move it all into comics?

This is a really bad time to be pissing me of DA, it's this time of the year that I stop being as fogiving as I usually am....

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If you don't read Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal every day, then you live a sad and meaningless life.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/7754287/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/7754287/ Mon, 30 Jan 2006 17:50:23 PST
If you are reading this: be afraid, be very afraid! We will not be taken lightly! We will make a mockery of you and your roomate! We will not hold back anymore! Regardless of the bonds we may have shared in the past, we will strike you with the full force of our awesome power! We will settle for nothing less then your full un-conditional surrender and public humiliation!!!

(oh, and give me a call about what ever time is good for me to drop by and help you de-frag your computer, take care! )

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/7742329/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/7742329/ Sun, 29 Jan 2006 14:10:20 PST far from boring.

I guess everything that's been happening lately has been something I either don't feel is import enough to share with the world or that better judment prevents me from sharing.

Therefore, I'll just keep this journal to things that relate to my works on DA.
I am currently very eager to begin work on my up and coming maid comic. However, I am also rather determined to finish my current project (A.K.A. DreamSpace). I am going to do my best to complete the series within a reasonable amount of time, but I owe too much to it (and its fanbase ) to rush it. I am very grateful to all of you for your patience so far, I know I took a rather long absence during finals and semester break. Take care, the best is yet to come.

-Robbie

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/7305042/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/7305042/ Tue, 13 Dec 2005 20:46:13 PST
I dont mind if you name her something that can be turned to Robbie (something like Robin) or if you just straight out name her Robi (or robby, or any simular name there of)

No pressure tho, your child's name is an important thing and is ultimately your desicion, but it would be greatly apprechiated if you could consider my sugestion.

Thank you.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/7256933/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/7256933/ Thu, 08 Dec 2005 15:13:30 PST [link]

This book is slightly different then my usuall works, but I believe that most of you would find it entertaining.

Check it out if you like, and in the meantime I'm going get back on DS Chapter 4!

Wish me luck on finals, take care everyone!

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/7190286/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/7190286/ Wed, 30 Nov 2005 22:31:42 PST
But worry not, the magic of winter break will give me a month of pure free time, to which i can devote myself to the completion of chapter 4, as well as of the mysterious other project I have been working on behind your back (MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!)

So take care all of you, I have work to do! See ya! Bye!

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/7003047/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/7003047/ Wed, 09 Nov 2005 18:39:02 PST [link]

And the slight darkness problem with Chapter 2 should be fixed now as well.

As for the rest of you, Chapters 4 and 5 are well on their way and when those are complete I'll release a compilation of the 5 (with all kinds of bonus pages included)

And even if you dont wanna buy (which is perfectly fine with me, I hardly make a profit anyway) you can always check out the site to rate and review the chapters you've read (Try and keep the review possitive if you can )

Well that's all for now, I have Oral and Writen Communications term papers to finish up.

Take care !

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6953718/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6953718/ Fri, 04 Nov 2005 13:06:14 PST
Why is it that hate so is often played out against the innocent youth? The ones who couldn’t possibly have had anything to do with the crimes of the past? Why do people continue to blame the injustices of history on people generations after the fact?

The demon of hatred only grows stronger as humanity continues to feed it with the un-ending cycle of vengeance. After thousands of years, man is still foolish enough to believe that returning hatred to his brother will absolve the pain of the past.

It is not enough for them to limit their vengeance to those who have done them wrong, but instead they spread it out to encompass as many innocents as they possibly can. “I was ripped off by a black guy the other day, those damned N*%%#$ are all crooks!”

All of this is in a fruitless pursuit of consolation. Yet it is simple fact that the scars of hate cannot be mended by the spreading of more hatred. How often is it that people use the meaningless differences between themselves to form vast divisions? Even in today’s society we make light of the fact that hatred’s seeds are planted within us on a daily basis. On any given day you can turn on comedy central to find a comedian making entertainment out of the stereotypes and false assumptions about the value of someone’s race. We laugh at these “jokes” and pretend that even the slightest falsehood doesn’t hold tremendous destructive power in its potential to grow and feed off of self doubt and ignorance.

We are all children of God, and I can think of no better word to describe mankind than simply that: children. They are naive, selfish, fools who do not wish to learn from their mistakes. But I will not give them the luxury of my contempt, for that is what the cycle of hatred wishes of me. Instead I give them only my pity. I will simply not respect anyone who would base their thoughts or deeds on the fallacies of logic that are vengeance, hate, and racism.

It may take him another ten thousand years, but I hope that man will one day become wise to the trap of vengeance. Love, forgiveness, and compassion; these are the only true vengeance against hatred. For only these hold the power to fight back against the darkness from which it springs.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6832830/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6832830/ Fri, 21 Oct 2005 23:59:11 PDT [link]

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That is all.

]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6730574/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6730574/ Mon, 10 Oct 2005 13:30:25 PDT
Boy, I wish I was wrong. The sad truth is most men are jerk offs, and most girls don’t have the self esteem to reject them. Men have acted like pricks for years and girls have just let them get away with it because they think they can’t help it, and that they can’t do better. WAKE UP! I see it all the time, wonderful people get into terrible relationships with guys who neither respect nor care about them because they think that they can’t do any better. They don’t realize that they are beautiful creations (in both body and soul) and that there actually are guys out there who will respect them for more then what lies between their legs.

Women are wonderful creatures that should be respected and adored by everyone, yet they are constantly taken advantage by arrogant pricks that think it’s “manly” to treat them like second classes citizens or even just as objects. They come in the forms of smooth-talking-back-stabbing-man-sluts and macho-dick-heads. And do you know why they get away with this? Because girls let them! You throw yourselves at these pieces of garbage, you submit to them, you settle for them, you tell yourselves that your looks are all that truly matters, you degrade yourself and for what? Because you would rather be with a loser then be alone? When you allow yourself to be taken in by someone who doesn’t respect you, who doesn’t place your thoughts and feelings at the forefront of their lives, who doesn’t value your wellbeing over their own, when you give yourself to that type of person you not only degrade yourself but you also degrade who ever and whatever you could become in the future. Not only that, but you forsake the possibility that there is someone out there that truly can love you.

Growing up I hated the image of men as pigs, I found such a thing to be offensive. I hated the idea that I couldn’t have feelings or that it would be unnatural of me to want place someone else’s needs and desires above my own. I hated the idea that it was just assumed that a prick is what I should be, and I hated even more the fact that people would act like being a prick was acceptable. I believed that there were other guys who weren’t jerk offs. Men who didn’t value a football game over their partner’s happiness. And you know what? I’m happy to say that I was right. There are actually good guys out there. You won’t see them in advertisements, teen dramas, or sitcoms, but they do exist. I’ve met tons of them, good caring individuals who are proud to say that their lives are not controlled by something as insignificant as a penis.

What I’ve said here today can be easily summed up into 2 statements, both of which directed at women.

1: Respect yourself. Don’t think that you have to suppress your mind and your individuality just to be accepted, and don’t think that you have to accept the dishonorable behavior of a pig. You can do (and you deserve) better. And also, just because you have submitted to an ass hole in the past doesn’t mean you’re doomed to do so forever. So many girls think “everyone already thinks I’m a slut anyway, I guess I might as well act like one” WRONG! Who we were is never as important as who we want to be. If a guy ever pressures you for sex then he is not even worth your time to say no to. If he can’t respect your wishes to not engage in sexual activity (weather or not it’s your first time or 500th) then he neither respects you as a person nor deserves to be with you. I know the whole “Macho” thing is a turn on, but there is no bigger pussy then a man who can’t control the (assumable) smallest member of his body.

2: There are good guys out there; you just won’t find them by dressing revealingly and waiting for them to hit on you. We’re not living in the dark ages anymore, it’s ok for a girl to be independent until she finds someone who will actually care for her. Never settle for less then you deserve, even if it means being alone for a short time (High School isn’t as important as TV tries to... ]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6629654/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6629654/ Wed, 28 Sep 2005 21:40:43 PDT


]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6573383/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6573383/ Thu, 22 Sep 2005 14:09:27 PDT
Next time you think life isnt going so well just remember that fact and maybe it'll keep things in perspective.

This just a little reminder, in case you may have forgoten.

Oh, and one more thing: more then two times as many people as those who died in the World Trade Center bombings died in Africa today. Each of them could of been saved with $100 or less.

That is all.

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That is all. ]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6538248/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6538248/ Sun, 18 Sep 2005 14:57:13 PDT
Even so, I just know that their going to throw in some random crap questions onto the test that you couldn’t possibly know unless you some how memorized the text book. Since memorizing is only real thing you learn how to do in these mindlessly required gen-ed classes that have no relevance to your future life or even a slightest relation to your major. Well I suppose it is helpful for the average marriage counselor to know that the gravitational pull of the Earth on an apple is 9.82 Newton. We memorize endless pages of useless information just to take a test and then re-memorize the same info on the final and then forget it all completely.

Actually I'm quite confident that I will do good on this test. That last paragraph was just a worst case scenario (tho much of what I said in it is sadly true if you think about it). I just hate gen-ed classes, the entire concept of them is just stupid. When the revolution comes remind me to get rid of them.

In other news: I beat Doom 3, there are poisonous spiders loose on campus, ELCA isn’t as bad as people say, I sent you a hug birthday girl so I hope you found it, Gunslinger Girl has a sad ending, and some of you need to get to work on replacing defective Vandread DVDs (that means you !)

Till next time, ]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6462493/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6462493/ Fri, 09 Sep 2005 20:22:44 PDT
Tonight I went to a little concert deally with some friends. It was pretty cool, the girl singing there was awesome. You can check her out here: [link]

I've been keeping up with my classes fairly well, there's not that much work for them and with a maximum of three classes a day I have plenty of free time to do it all. But I suppose the truth on wheather I'm really ready for all this college stuff wont actually be known til test time *wishes for the best*.

I'm enjoying my new life pretty well and I'm pleased to say that for the most part I've been keeping the old life fairly in touch. I visited home last week for my dad's birthday and also got to hang out with my old friends some (unfourtunately I had a cold at the time, but I still made the most of things).

Now for the part that all of you actually care about: my comic. I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I've been really motivated by long boring speech classes to get a move on it. I really want to get this story told as soon as I can cause it's just bugging the crap out of me up in my head. At my current rate I may possible have all 5 chapters out by december (crosses fingures for sooner then that). So stay tuned and enjoy, you aint seen nothing yet! ]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6370943/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6370943/ Tue, 30 Aug 2005 16:20:36 PDT ]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6295412/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6295412/ Mon, 22 Aug 2005 08:44:16 PDT
All signs are go, the atmostphere is liveable and the natives are hospitable.

There's a lot of work that must be done, but I think I'm gonna like it here.

Over. ]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6255910/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6255910/ Wed, 17 Aug 2005 20:11:59 PDT
Soon I will leave this place I call home, and become a true adult. I do not believe that adulthood is something that is just given to us by the government when we turn 18 years old, I believe that it is something that must be earned. By earning my adulthood I will become a free man, living under my own responsibility, and proceeding by my own accord.

But this is not to say that I am alone, anything but. Just because will now survive on my own, does not mean that I can live without others. In my life I have had many friends, even a few enemies, and to each of them I am forever grateful. As I move on I thank everyone who has ever affected me, positively or negatively, for everything that they have done. It is because of you that I am what I am today.

I do not believe that my life has been nothing more then a random sprinkling of chance encounters and coincidences, but a purposeful string of trials pleasures and inevitabilities. I need not to know what the meaning of my life is, only that there is one. There is a reason for all that has happened, and I am interested to see how it will all play out from now on. I hope that all of you can share it with me, but I understand that many of you will eventually drift away. But I am content with that fact, as I know that no one will ever truly leave me as long as I remember them. Nostalgia is a wonderful gift that I have been given.

I have spent the last few days lost in the memories of all that has lead up to this point. The joys and pains of those times are like a sweet candy whose taste will remain in my mouth much time to come. But now I need to look forward. I don’t know if the path I have chosen will be easy, or even if it is right. I cannot be 100% sure on my decisions, but I the one think I can be sure on is that this is the path that I have chosen. For better or worse, this is what I have made for myself.

That being said, I continue with the journey that I believe to be my destiny. I will use all that I have learned, and all who I have met, and I will find her. That one who I have dreamed about ever since my first grade teacher first asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. For what I seek is not truly a career, but a love. I know now more then ever that that is all that has ever mattered to me.

So goodbye for now, I love you all.
]]> ~Grassie http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6093747/ http://Grassie.deviantart.com/journal/6093747/ Sun, 31 Jul 2005 20:43:48 PDT
Anywho, my family and i go there about once a year (twice if im lucky) and that's usually when I get every idea I ever have. Consequentaly I've returned to you now with my we little head filled with ideas that i'll probably never have the time to make. But that's A-ok because just coming up with them is fun enough for me, and since only the best ideas make to you (the fans) it makes me seem all the more creative (ha!).

Anywho I've some unpacking and winding down to do, so I'll rap this up now.
Bye!

P.S. Did you know I had 120 messages when I got back! (actually that's only about half of what I normally get in a week) And now I feel like so much has changed since I've been gone, what happened with jark now? ]]> ~Grassie