http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:Sail--Away&section=today deviantART RSS for by:Sail--Away en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Tue, 24 Nov 2009 15:49:23 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/22727209/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/22727209/ Thu, 22 Jan 2009 06:33:14 PST Me silly I'm changing my online/offline identity. Everything will be under the name juslikefalling....


WHAT:
My life is changing. That includes my too. So keep an eye out for


WHERE:
Anywhere Online/Offline.


WHEN:
Sometime in FEBRUARY. I should be finished the transfer of all my online lives to "juslikefalling" in a month or so. That means new art, new things to say....new ME!


WHY:
I'm growing up. My teenage years is something I wanna leave in the past...so a name and profile change is just one phase to doing that.


ANY LAST WORDS?:
It's a hard operation to complete with school and friends and all....But I've been moving forward. I hate doing this, but I need to do it for me.


I lurv you all!

]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/21174389/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/21174389/ Sun, 26 Oct 2008 16:09:38 PDT
Between Coheed concerts, homework, and editing pictures, and trying not to eat…I haven’t been able to comment all these journal entries, and lovely pictures you’ve all been up loading.

This is just to confirm that I am NOT dead…but alive and well.

Rock on

]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/21013063/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/21013063/ Thu, 16 Oct 2008 07:51:25 PDT It was short and intense.
Too many classes and exams in a 3 day period.
I am suffering in a circle of my own fire.
Everything that is happening to me is my own doing.
I am the cause of my own problems.
I'm so frustrated-mad-angry-fuckingoffthehandlepsycho-right now, if I don't vent off just this little bit of steam.....i don't know what I'll do...But I can guarantee I'll do something that will feel soo fucking good now...but will regret later.

...RAWR!

]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20945904/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20945904/ Sun, 12 Oct 2008 00:07:20 PDT Quickie indeed

Good day mah bitchez!

I've been on one crazy roller coaster called LIFE.
But whateverrr!

Over all I'm okay...

My tattoo is looking sweet!

I've been meaning to make a ID for months now....lets see if I can haz ID up by tomorrow.

Peace mah bitchez ^^

]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20652131/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20652131/ Wed, 24 Sep 2008 13:31:52 PDT
Sometimes when I’m out by myself, at 3 am, I just want to go away. I’ve walked so far from Manhattan that I’m not even sure where in Brooklyn I’m at anymore. When I walk, it’s usually late at night. I leave outta the blue. I just get dressed and get out without telling anyone where I’m going. One day I think I might leave and never return. That’s what I want to do. Go somewhere else and start anew.

Everything you have only extends as far as you can see. I’ve seen a lot…and I wanna see more. NYC is big, but I’ve seen the ocean. I’ve seen Europe, I’ve seen the Caribbean, and I’ve seen Africa. I can’t explain how it is to live amongst the stars in the freedom of the sea. To be the only human for hundreds of mile in any direction. To go days without seeing another man made object. To finally feel free.

What really kills me are those birds that fly in the middle of nowhere. They are at least a thousand miles from land…Living to let the winds take them to wherever it flows. They soar across the ocean to make do with instinct and well…not much more. I find peace in that.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
One day I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna grab all my cash, and take the first international flight outta here…I’ll take life from there. If you ever looked at a map, and wondered what’s beyond its boarders…well…that’s where I wanna go. I just want to disappear from the map and explore on my own…
I’ve already got my foot in the door. When I left the ship in Africa…you know how easy it would have been for me to just walk away and never return…[When I explored the city of Djibouti, I look for advantages…things and people I can use to gain anything. During my time ashore, I found someone I can trust, and a place I can rest….that’s all I needed in my life.]….But I did return to the ship. I came back after exploring the town and determining that this just wasn’t the time for me to sail away on my next adventure just yet.

]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20635362/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20635362/ Tue, 23 Sep 2008 12:58:18 PDT *
Why am I pleasing others because it’s so called “good for me”?
Why am I still in school?
Why are all my friends struggling to stay afloat…while I’m high and dry on this fucking ship of mine?

These are the questions I’ve been constantly asking myself these past weeks…especially just when I’m about to sleep. I want t find answers for them. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand being the lucky one out of the batch. I don’t consider myself lucky…I don’t consider myself gifted. If anything I’m hampered. I’m sheltered, I’m restricted, and I’m tired of not being a part of something…or someone.

My family and people who I can consider, associates more than “friends” give me short term generic words of encouragement. I don’t need half ass generic words of encouragement. I need answers. And I’m not looking for something bigger, and I know the answers to my questions CAN come from an analyzed observation of everyone’s problems…But this is not what I mean. I get so upset with my family, my friend (or lack thereof), but mostly…I’m upset at myself. What did I do to deserve all of this?

I know we all play the cards we’re dealt…and it’s how we play the game that determines the winners from the losers…I can’t help it if they folded before their time.

I can honestly say I’m not appreciative to what’s been given to me and what I’ve given myself, since my senior year of high school. I know it’s a selfish thing to say…but it’s the truth. I don’t want to live the truth any more. I want to feel good about what I have. I want to smile and thank everyone who’s helped get me through all the bullshit I’ve endured in this fuck ass piece of shit regiment, and in this bum fuck hell of a school. How can I thank them and mean it when I feel like a stack of shit. If it wasn’t for the support others have given me…I would have been outta school a long time ago.

Idk why I’m beating myself so hard over it…but…why am I getting all this support? I feel as if I’m hogging up the intellectual spotlight here. I don’t want to. I’m not trying to be successful. Actually…I feel like I’m failing. [blog for another day]. I don’t need as much support as I’ve been given over the last few years. There’s just no way I can share it >.< I want the (few) people I actually care about to have the same support I do. So they can be as successful as I’ve been. Why do they live the everyday struggle while I things just fall into place in my life?

We all started out at the same place. I don’t understand what happened. Was high school the determining factor that steered our lives in different directions? It had to have been…

I know that all’s not “hell”. Neither I nor my friends have hit rock bottom…yet…But it’s still a problem. And I can’t help but to feel deep sympathy for them. Even if I don’t really show it.

I see my friends trying their best to make something of their selves. They have plans…I admire them for that. Me…I feel like my plan is bullshit.

1. Obtain my USCG 3rd Mate's License
2. Graduate with my Bachelors
3. Graduate with my Masters
4. Go to Sea…

Then what??? Wtf do I do after I go to sea…or while I’m at sea…? I get a house? A wife kids the whole 9 yards? Fuck! How am I going to do all that when I'm at sea!? The American dream is full of lies and uncertainties. Something tells me that what life’s all about…sudden surprises followed by my ability to cope with them as best I can. But fuck that! That’s not what I want. I don’t really know WHAT I truly WANT. What’s wrong with me...?


]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20434812/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20434812/ Thu, 11 Sep 2008 07:26:58 PDT
I am looking back...seven years ago...and all i can say is why?

The North tower was still standing-for not much longer though.

I could never have imagined of seeing one...without the other. They were brutally torn apart...from each other.

It's been too long...so much time has passed. And still I feel the pain and I did on that horrible day.

I'm a native New Yorker. I loved those buildings. And to think something so massive...so majestic-so beautiful can simply fall apart. *sigh*

I knew people who were killed there. That's past tense. Their deaths will never be justified.

I don't think I can continue writing this...I have so much fear...so much hatred in me. I don't know where to displace it.

I still have 3 classes today.

Oh, how life goes on...I guess...

MAy all those lost souls rest in piece.

]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20348369/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20348369/ Fri, 05 Sep 2008 21:41:29 PDT
It was another 3 hrs on the hot seat...That’s 6 hrs total. I still have about 6 hrs to go. Ohh-and the pain from a tattoo is so tranquilizing to me...I love it ...I'm a little weird...I know
About the tattoo...I have all the music notes and most of the s done.

All that needs to happen next is a few more s and the colors! AAnnnnnd since I have a such a DARK soul, I'm gonna have BRIGHT colors! Think pastel people…

So far, this tattoo is overdue and over budget. It was supposed to be close to $1200 and 9 hrs max...but it's looking to be close to $2000 and 12 hrs...
I'm paying $150 an hour and I've been cut a small break so far...but this is bound to change.

Other than that...my life's been one big emotional roller coaster. I'll go into details about that some other time....Now it's sleepy time...That's what generally happens when you go to bed at like 5AM wake up at around 10AM and get a tattoo. And shop for American Apparel boxer briefs and bracelets. It's about 12:30AM [the next day} now...sooo...yeahhh...Peter…about those TPS reports.....

Goodnighty!

]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20217624/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20217624/ Fri, 29 Aug 2008 11:40:19 PDT [what does that even really mean?] I had the best Thursday EVER! [I know-It’s Friday, But nothing cool happened today…that’s why I’m talking about Thurdsay haha ] two sweet things happened today[Thursday, not really today]…

Reason No. Uno
Thursday was NOT cool because Physics sucked, it was cool because as soon as I open up my window [which is never closed btw] I noticed a note. I had a note!<-this is me so happy, I’m breaking my XPS. In the note was a link to a drawing my new friend made of me XDDD He mentioned that he was gonna do something sick with some of my pics, but I wasn’t expecting to see it so soon. Well…here it is [link] XDXDXDXD:D
You don’t even know how happy I am. [I’m gonna need a new PC soon ^^]
For those who don’t know… he is an awesome artist. He loves B&W art [mee too] and he knows a lot about photography. In his style of drawing I find his shading, freedom, and human anatomy of particular interest. Rock on and thanks again buddy^^

Reason No. dos
I clicked on my sail—-away thingy just to see if I was close to 1000 page views…and what I saw was 1008!!!! What! That’s crazy [smells like teen spirit] So I took a screenshot of it…something I’ll post when I get CS2 reinstalled. Hopefully by this time next week I’ll be back with some new pics for ya well…actually!...next Friday I get my tattoo filled in with COLORS!!!!

That’s all for now I guess…Until then…Go make yourself a drink, It’sFriday!!!
Drive safe, make love, and bake cookies. YAY! http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20197537/ Thu, 28 Aug 2008 07:40:38 PDT I have a very familiar feeling in my chest…when you feel like you cannot complete something you’ve previously agreed to. It’s definitely because of my classes. Even though it’s the 3rd day of school I’ve only 4 classes so far. And already I feel like I’ve bitten more than I can chew. I always feel this at the beginning of the semester. It doesn’t help that I have my guard down, so I feel awkward in my own skin. This is gonna be an off day for me…I can sense it -_-

In case you’re wondering, here’s my school week.
Monday: 6 classes
Tuesday: 1 class
Wednesday: 2 classes
Thursday: 4 classes
Friday: No classes

Mondays are gonna be the death of me. A little less than ½ my week completed in 1 day. At least I have two really light days; and Friday and the weekend to do all the illegal things I want Not to mention the fuckton of HW that’ll be due Monday =x
Ohh, and in case you’re wondering, a “Fuckton” is a real unit of measurement if your name is Joseph Jimenez Fuckton (Fuc-Tun) adj: anything that is larger than life it’s self.

]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20174620/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20174620/ Tue, 26 Aug 2008 20:26:01 PDT icked on” and “made fun of” so to speak. And I’ve always had just a handful of friends in my life. But now I feel that pain more than ever………Back to my original bloggy blog…Now in college, I found myself back in that same ol’ cycle. No friends and still being picked on. Now that I’ve had my own adventures at sea, I’ve traveled to Africa, I’ve had the time, and the room to grow, find my true self, and have experiences with different people-people who never knew me, and whom I’ll never see again, I feel that all those things I listed have made me part of the person I am today. I won’t take that bullshit now…Today, I’d gladly find myself lying dazed on the floor bleeding from my nose, mouth, and temple because I fought for myself than to find myself walking away from a situation just to end up crying my eyes out in the corner of my room contemplating a type of “cide” suffix word.

As I mentioned above I’m starting my jr. year of school. But the difference now is I have a different attitude, new tattoos, several piercings, weight loss, and a new look going for me. And it has all attracted the attention of some of the people who used to look right through me, and the even ones who used to look down to me…if you know what I mean. I can’t believe people tried-already, the first fucking day-to put me down. I had a mouthful of words, and some physical contact for them [3 times so far >_<]. Nothing rough, just a stern look in the eyes, grabbed an arm that was about to hit me, and a monotone voice.

I don’t know what caused people to be such dicks, or why even go after the weak…but it still happens. I know Humans are animals, and wild instincts cause people to do weird things, and that may never change. And I understand that.
This might sound strange, weird, stupid -_- but I hope the future brings change for the better.
Have a goodnight/day/whatever time it I over there, and a fantastic time on DA.

Cheers ^^

]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20098768/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20098768/ Fri, 22 Aug 2008 15:45:28 PDT …so I didn’t wake up until 3pm[ish]. I was on DA, so...now I'm officially addicted to you guys.

The only progress I made today was mail out my friends gift from Africa, as well as a blank cd for her to make a copy of PS CS2 for me again >_> I know it’s illegal, but I don’t have the ca$h to buy photoshop for myself. And plus, the best things in life are free…right? And photoshop was by far the best thing to happen to me since I started my decreased calorie diet in November ^^ [20 lbs Yay!]

I managed to change my ear plugs all by myself YAY! So now I have black solid plugs with a white star on it [still a 4 gauge]. And I gauged my tongue up too! Goodbye 14 gauge...hello 12 gauge It feels so weird having these bigger balls in my mouth[ no pun intended] XD Ahh haha…im goin to hell

Other than that, I was gonna see the new Batman movie in IMAX, but the showing was sold out T_T…I don’t think I’ll ever see that movie.

That’s it for now…I think I need a drink…Oh depressants, what will I ever do without you?

]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20071469/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/20071469/ Thu, 21 Aug 2008 03:45:45 PDT
First off…I was able to meet up with one of my very good friends, Tila [no not the porn star myspace chic ><], for a few hours. She’s such a great person. She has always been. So I walked her to her job at the 42st. AMC…that was possibly the last moment of normality I’ve had since.

So after walking to Time Square to browse around in the Virgin Megastore, I make my way to the subway train. It’s then that I notice that the cops stopped traffic, and there’s an unusually large crowd collecting between 44, and 45th streets and Broadway. Then I see what everyone’s looking at…It was a victim of some very unfortunate accident. It was in the middle of the street, by the plastic center divider. It was actually a blond haired, light skinned woman, wearing a baby blue short sleeved shirt, black slacks, and white shoes; her purse and shopping bags placed neatly on the ground beside her. She was lying on her side with her legs and arms spread around in awkward angles facing away from my side of the street. The most noticeable feature was the pool of blood collecting on the ground around the gash in her head. Her perfect blond strands of hair were slowly transforming into deep red clumps. Her body was still, and the scene eerily silence at in Times Square. There must have been at least 300 people gazing on awkwardly from both sides of the street. There were 3 cops on the road, and one on a horse keeping the scene clear.

It then hit me…that she was now a body. Not a person, lying unconscious. No life was flowing through her poor body at all. But strangely, I didn’t feel grossed out behind it. I was looking at what was once someone’s daughter, friend, sister, aunt, cousin, girlfriend, wife, lover, neighbor, buddy, pal. And how strange it was for me to feel normal just watching her lay there…motionless. But…how did she get there in the first place? That’s an awfully bad place to cross the street at. Or was she dragged there? I couldn’t understand it. Everything about it. Here we were, a mass of people, some oblivious of what has happened just 30 feet away, others focusing on her limp collapsed pose. There were families-kids walking behind the crowd, continuing on with their disgruntled little lives, and here we have an end of a life…I had to stop starring at her. The fire department came when I was making my way towards the train station, glancing back at the image that will forever be burned in my head.

In retrospect, I began to feel sadden by her loss…a human I never knew, someone who’s path I might have crossed once before in the past…is gone forever. What about all the unfinished business she had? Her Myspace page? Facebook? Things she wanted to do for her family and friends? The clothing she just bought that will never be worn? Favors that will never be returned? Last words to the people that mattered most in her life? Did she have a Deviantart page? What if she had a web comic she updated weekly, now it will never be updated? How will her family find out? How will they react to it? When will they know? I can’t believe I know before they do.

I’m still baffled at how her body got to the center divider in the first place. Maybe it was a bad judgment call that led her to her death. And if it was, where was she going that was so important that she had to cross the street in the middle of the block? And at what point in time did she think of it be a good idea to start crossing the street? How did it look to be on the other side of the street, and have a woman cut you off, to make it across the street…followed by a period of panic just moments later?

Now I’m thinking that this could have been anyone on Earth. Anyone can have a series of unfortunate events happen to them that may cause the unenviable to happen. It could have been me in the train station platform waiting for the train…then whack! I’m finished…all because I tripped on my untied shoelace…something I usually don’t tie.

But what else is there to do? Everyone dies one way…and there is no justified way to go. It’s usually from some accident or crash of some sort. Blunt force trauma, tripping down a flight of stairs, accidental poisoning, or any other method from the endless list of possible ways to depart.
I don’t know…maybe I’m just figuring out an important fact of life the hard way. That’s all for this one. So have a well day…and DO take care of your selves.

Thank you.

]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/19993876/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/19993876/ Sat, 16 Aug 2008 19:59:54 PDT
And WHY are stepfathers so fucking hard to live with!! I swear to fucking god!...I hate his guts!

Today has been a day for me to just lay back, relax and enjoy life…But unfortunately for me, I cannot do that because it's been filled with bullshit!!!

Right now, I fell like crying, and that's something I don't wanna do because I know I want stop. And plus, if I do start crying, it's not like I have space to myself to just weep cuz my mom will be all in my face like "what's wrong honey?" and that's something I don't need right now.

My big problems start with my stepfather…he the cause to about 48% of my problems. And it's not just now…it's like for the past 13 years! Shit….I've known him longer-and better than I've known my real father…but I don't consider him my dad, a father figure, or my friend. And it hurts me…it hurts me really bad. All he is to me is a big dick! All my life it's been this fucking competition for nothing! And I hate it. It's always him against me…..And my mom, the only person I USED to relate to, has always picked his side…for the past 13 years! That's a long time. And to tell you the truth, I feel hurt by that…like it's me against the world. And I'm sick of the fucking world. Fuck the whole world.

…My stepfather, Fred, is an overly religious fuck….and he only strengthens my growing hatred of religion completely. He believes in sanitaria. (It's this bullshit religion with a lot of retarded rules in it…e.g.:you cant be gay, you can't hammer a nail in the wall, can't be outside past dark, can't wear anything other than white for a year, you have to give offering to the dead, you have to sacrifice fucking lambs, deer, and other fairly large mammals, can't hug strangers, give part of your food to the angel watching you, roll a "holy" cocoanut around the house with your nose, wear these gangbanger beads…just to name a few.) His biggest fault is his problem with me not being part of a religion...But I say Fuck Religion…I don't need to make shit up to put the universe in perspective…I know it's fucking big, and it's hard to imagine that we all come from stardust…but I'm not going to waste time "believing" in bullshit…thank god for science. And since I'm so comfortable with my life, it makes him uncomfortable…and I'm sick of his bullshit. I can't just let it roll off my back anymore. He calls me a demon because I wear so much black. He thinks I have an evil spirit in me, and he want to cleanse my soul with his filthy fucking water. Fuck that, I don't have an evil spirit in me...He doesn't like the way I dress, the music I listen to, and the way I carry myself. He keeps saying I'm gay. So he's constantly telling me that I have to dress more like a man, and look more like a man… I just want him off my back already…and for the gay jokes to stop. Because I'm not gay, and it's they're not funny. I don't want to hear what he has to say because it's mostly bullshit. It hurts me to say this, but I want him out of my life…for good. He'll be doing the Earth a favor. And So What! I have a passion in me to be skinny, walk with my hands in my back pockets, and to wear certain clothing and makeup…so fucking what!!! That doesn't mean shit!

It feels like I've been fatherless all my life. This summer, on the ship, I broke down (again) when I started to think of my real father. I never knew him. I never knew how he really was. Jose Jimenez was my father for 4 years. 4 fucking years…I can't really remember how he sounded, how he looked, or what he smelled like. I walk around feeling like I don't have a father. And all I want more than life it to know what he was like. My mom says he's not an angel, that fred is way better, but fuck her and fuck fred! I love her with my life, but why say that??? Sure, my father may have been a murderer, a criminal, a dealer, a gang leader, a fucking monster!...but I will never know that for myself. Maybe if I had a real father-than maybe…just maybe…I'd be a little more complete. If I had a real father, than maybe this empty feeling in me might be filled. And even if I happened not to like my father, I might still have that love there to fill the void…because with fred, it's not like tough love…It's no love at all. I want to know what it's like to have a dad….but something tells me I never will...and until I do, these wounds wont heal.

My grandmother hates the fact that I've got tattoos and piercings…she thinks a demons in me too [WTF]. She's not gonna be here much longer, and I love hearing her stories, but I hate the way she is…I have a feeling that she's gonna die soon, and I'm not gonna care. Because right now I don't really care…I act like I do…and that's not the way a... ]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/19889130/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/19889130/ Mon, 11 Aug 2008 01:07:08 PDT
I mean, I want quality. Honestly I don't know what people find in the photos I take. They are the ones that look most lively out of thousands I take. And sure it’s just a hobby of mine, but when I finally get the ca$h, I’ll throw down enough to get the 40D, what then what…Am I still going to just take [pictures]? I hope not. I’m still in school, and they don’t offer photography anything. And none of my friends are into taking pictures of anything other than themselves with a 2 MP cell phone….I know it’s not the equipment, but the photographer…but what if I’m still taking these half assed pictures then?

I just want to be happy with what I got, and what I take…But DA makes it so competitive. So behind that a few of my once prized pictures were just thrown into the scrap bin.
>_<
Goodnight my fellow artist

]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/19797713/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/19797713/ Tue, 05 Aug 2008 20:18:57 PDT
I am getting stars [Nautical and Traditional] and a road of music notes spanning my forearm to just above my elbow on my right arm.

Main colors include: Black, Orange, Red, and ellow
Secondary colors include: purple, green, blue, and [Pink?]

Phase 1 of this sleve is going to cost well over $400 [not my money] and span possibly 2-3 sittings.

This will be my second piece from Eddie. He did my dragonfly joint. We are also talking about ideas for a "Phoenix Rising" across my chest...but that is a tattoo for another day.

So yah, Inkstop NYC is a sweet place to get quality tattoos. I recomend them for anyone who is willing to wait atleast 2 weeks for a tattoo.

Check out their web site @ [link]

Bitches XD

And BTW! Tattoos [dont]= Drug Use.

]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/19778786/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/19778786/ Mon, 04 Aug 2008 20:17:08 PDT
Now that I've settled in, it's time to upload some sweet pics and comment and fave a boatload of art. Art that has had 3 months to accumulate for me. I love other peoples art. Everytime I go on a DA art rampage I envision myself in their world. That's what I do when I gaze at a deviation for hours on end. Then I save them for the next time I go to sea (about another year) because it can get boaring out there without internet.

So, my loyal artist, I promis to be back to comment on your picture/drawing/poem/whatever, because I think DA is the best damn place on te interweb.

HUGS AND KISSES!

]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/18025628/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/18025628/ Fri, 25 Apr 2008 16:19:07 PDT I haven't had 24 hours to breathe free. I'm not even packed! My flight leaves La Guardia at 7 AM. I have a 90 minute layover in Atlanta, and then it's a direct flight to Houston Hobie. The ship leaves Sunday Morning.
I'm going to sea for 90 days.
idk if I'll have internet on board...so I'm making this my farewell.

But I'll be back.....with a boat load of pics.

idk the whole itinerary...but the first stop is Djibouti, Africa.

Lets just hope I come back in 1 piece......

]]> ~Sail--Away http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/17407665/ http://Sail--Away.deviantart.com/journal/17407665/ Wed, 19 Mar 2008 09:23:12 PDT

Well I've been tagged by *Deviantgirl12 Sweet! Random Facts! ^^

The leap of faith......0_o

1. Each tagged person should post 8 facts of themselves
2. Tagged people should write a journal\blog about these facts
3. In the end tag and name 8 people
4. Go to their DA pages and comment saying that they are tagged

Here goes nothing......[everything]

1. No one outside my friends on DA know I'm a real furry. Actually I'm a bull ^^ My fursona was taken away by an evil wizard when I was just a kid. Since then, I've been trapped in this furless body

2. I'm a mariner that doesn't like to eat fish.

3. I was on MTV when I was like 7 years old.

4. I love sailing the sea....sometimes more than being on land.

5. With all the crazy things I've done, I've never broken a bone.

6. I'd prefer to be skinny, than muscular.

7. I like pain....piercings and tattoos are the only way I feel I can truly express myself, because I can't put it all on paper.

8. I love NYC, but I don't really want to live here anymore.

Random TAG! They're it!


WOO HOO! YAY! For Easter Break!

I's nice to have a break from school
They're hard to come by. I'm in a regiment...it's like a semi military school. All to become a mate on a ship one day! Maybe even CAPTAIN! I hope I have what it take to safely command my own ship!

My best friends are not in the city....so I'm probably going to work with photoshop alot. I'm also planning to work up my drawing skills....since I have no skill to begin with
Maybe even upload more Deviations XD

Take care you sexy-sexy people!

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Woe is me

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