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Moving on! Imma pissssed about this. After using my high sense motive and intimidation ranks, I found out my D&D group planned an entire campaign and excluded me from it. Why? I do not know. (perhaps they're jealous of my great Bard-playing skills) Anyways, my plan was to fly to Lake Geneva and play with the Great Gygax. But then I found out he died.

Great.

So to tie dA into this schpeal, my deviantart days are over, just like my D&D playing days are. All thanks to that critical fail Gary rolled against that damned aneurysm.

Alas, we now will salute Gary Gygax with a 21 magic missile.



KAFUCKINGBOOM

]]> ~coralkitten http://coralkitten.deviantart.com/journal/14597532/ http://coralkitten.deviantart.com/journal/14597532/ Tue, 11 Sep 2007 23:17:48 PDT
Only this time, my gangway is a Napkin. Yes, a napkin. Napkin number six to be precise.

That's right, I'm playing a napkin in the play version of Beauty and the Beast. I'll be doing the Can-Can on stage while people here are fretting about trolls and beating dead horses in the forums.

John Gay says people only part to meet again. Well I think it's gay to make assumptions. But who knows? My sagecoach might roll by here once again.

]]> ~coralkitten http://coralkitten.deviantart.com/journal/14327295/ http://coralkitten.deviantart.com/journal/14327295/ Fri, 24 Aug 2007 23:39:49 PDT
And as most Crusades go, living conditions weren’t too spick and the Crusade surely didn’t end once the car was parked. The dorms looked like a ship’s cells in the slums of her under-belly and the rooms not much better, comparing to the cramped shipmate bunks that were built for quantity and not quality. And instead of wood, these cells were built of cold, merciless white brick. The black mold on them almost seemed like a deliberate addition, giving the illusion of a wallpaper-bordering.

Now that my sister is gone, she insists on staying in contact while she continues out the Crusade on her own. She bought me a webcam and a new microphone and what follows next I felt was necessary:[link]

Otherwise, I have a room to myself and much more alone time on my hands. Perhaps I'll start creating art once again and stop typing (nearly) point-less journal entries.

Or I might join my sister in her Crusade and help her fight off the scallywags and lounge lizards on her ship. I've always wanted to do that, perhaps people would then stop calling me a land lubber and recognize me as the sailor I am; Captain Tilly-Wabble!

Okay, maybe not.

]]> ~coralkitten http://coralkitten.deviantart.com/journal/14234652/ http://coralkitten.deviantart.com/journal/14234652/ Sun, 19 Aug 2007 02:37:35 PDT
Empathy is a tricky thing, too. A person can learn the fundamentals of how to show empathy and whatnot. But it's a bit more, and the value gets over-looked. To truly be able to empathize with any sort of person, and to feel things you haven't experienced first-hand, is really something significant, and that is the glory of Empathy. If you have Empathy down, the rest will follow naturally.

And it's not to be mistaken with sympathy. Sympathy is a make-shift version of it. Some people say they can empathize with someone, but really it's a lack of it. Sympathy is for the people who don't want to get their hands dirty, or their feet wet.


I suppose I'm going over all this because the one person in my life that knows Empathy better than anyone else I know, is moving away. My sister keeps me from being alienated in my own home. And because she has this ultimate value, she's literally the only reason I haven't been thrown out by my mother.

So when she moves to college, I'm going to be screwed. I don't know what's going to happen, or what to expect.

I'll be living (alone) with a woman who knows I despise her and can only act like an immature child about it too. I'll be stuck acting as her entertainment and keeping her company because she's incapable of doing it herself.

Which reminds me, never be codependent. If you are, you need a major kick in the ass. And unfortunately, at this time, I can't do that helping favor for my dear old mother.


_{(On a last note, this entry is part preaching and part ranting, my apologies. [Hybrid journal entries are always fun though])}

]]> ~coralkitten http://coralkitten.deviantart.com/journal/13824500/ http://coralkitten.deviantart.com/journal/13824500/ Sat, 21 Jul 2007 18:33:06 PDT
Perhaps I've read too much of the latest installment of Harry Potter. Or perhaps I shouldn't have had that overnight committed relationship with that bowl of yogurt-covered fruit loops.

Either way, and no matter the reasoning behind it, I apologize for any amount of asinine in any of my community input (or perhaps a lack of it, which would be even more deleterious)

In closing, I hope (in due time) I return back to my mundane self. Then again, after typing that, I'm having second thoughts. Perhaps I'll be able to finally produce some art with concept behind it. Or perhaps something new will emerge. We'll (I'll) have to wait to find out.

Oh, the imminent and bumpy uncertainty that plays it's role all too well in all artists' lives!

]]> ~coralkitten http://coralkitten.deviantart.com/journal/13349862/ http://coralkitten.deviantart.com/journal/13349862/ Fri, 15 Jun 2007 00:07:16 PDT
Though, it was only until an hour ago when I was going down the road in the far back seat of an old and rusty Conversion Van did I stop fretting over being half way to thirty.

You see, a friend of mine who I play D&D with decided to have the entire group over in honor of my birthday, no one has ever thrown me a party. Leave it to a bunch of guys who roll dice in their spare time to be the first.

It was nearing midnight when they were driving me home. Since you can't get a cake at that time of night, nor with the limited amount of money we possessed, we had to make due with a large bag of Sour Patch Kids from a gas station. Once those four neon green lights on the dashboard read 12:00, a tally marking another year of life was added onto my age.

What happened next was what wiped away my animosity towards that newly added tally.

The guys then sang me Happy Birthday over the sound of a dying engine, the swooshing liquids in the gas tank and the rattling of many gears who have little life left in them.

After that we consumed our make-shift cake in the darkness the broken overhead lights didn't repel.


But I must say, that was the best birthday cake I ever had.

]]> ~coralkitten http://coralkitten.deviantart.com/journal/12444084/ http://coralkitten.deviantart.com/journal/12444084/ Sun, 08 Apr 2007 00:38:32 PDT
Right now I'm going for a combination of both.

We're in a financial snare trap. The only way to get out is by losing a great deal.

On the other side, my Father is getting set up in a murder rap by a psychotic 'church' cult.

Weird how life works out.





_{Avatar trends are the shiznits [link]}

]]> ~coralkitten http://coralkitten.deviantart.com/journal/12132772/ http://coralkitten.deviantart.com/journal/12132772/ Sat, 10 Mar 2007 15:15:21 PST
Seriously.

I no longer care much for pageviews, comments or the amount of forum posts I leave. I used to, but not anymore.

It simply has no effect on me personally. Besides my ego, which it's already big enough.

What I mean to say is that becoming someone on Deviantart is not going to make me someone in the real world. So I say, why bother?

Plus, the only difference between a person with a few pageviews and people with millions is the hype people have for them. One isn't a god, and the other one is still human.

Kindof like inflation.

There's a poem that talks about a single leaf on a tree that starts to tremble. Over time all the leaves on the tree start to tremble even though there is no sign of wind.

That's what I'm getting at. Some things just aren't justified.

Being busy with various things the last few weeks helped me come to that understanding.

It's the things I do like playing my violin for our school musical, all the school work or all the long rehearsals I go to are the things that will help shape me into the person I'll be in the future. Not the things I do on Deviantart or anywhere else in this vast net.

Sure I've been overloaded and tired but without it I wouldn't be very happy. Ironic as it may sound.

---

Financially, it went KAPUT! around here. Both my sister and mother are going to college in the fall. Our rent went up a couple hundred dollars. We also have to cough up money for driver's education and bandcamp.

All while my 'father' is ripping people off thousands of dollars and not paying child support due to his unemployment. Which doesn't surprise me, he's mentally unstable. Just last month they were going to lock him up in an asylum!

He believes he has demons in his apartment, telling him things. He even went far enough to see an Exorcist.

Though, he's not completly crazy because he's smart enough to screw us over financially and he attempts to mentally screw us over too. All his stupid mind games.

And he's always whining about wanting to kill himself. Just do it already! It'll just make me the happiest girl on Earth.

Hmph.

I'm ashamed that I have 26 of his chromosomes in each of my trillion cells.






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