deviantART: by:freizizania http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:freizizania&section=today deviantART RSS for by:freizizania en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Fri, 18 Dec 2009 04:11:38 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png New Website: Give me your thoughts! http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/22933550/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/22933550/ Sun, 01 Feb 2009 00:18:01 PST
I finally mustered it out of me - a fully revamped website. Changes may occur over time, but I was tired of not having a website and it was about time I finished the new spread.

[link]

Let me know if you find a glitch. I'd appreciate it greatly!

Some minor and major updates:

1) I'm a printmaking major, in case you didn't know.
2) I've been making lots of art and learning new things to apply to my art and I have posted selections of everything I've been up to on my new website.
3) I got hit by the train of bad luck recently, but it's okay because my nose isn't broken and I really don't want a crooked nose.
4) I got another cat. He's big and soft and highly intellectual and capable of opening drawers and sometimes even doors. His name is Charlemagne and he's a fabulously handsome thing.
5) I love crustaceans like mad.
6) I almost got hit by a school bus on Friday.
7) My art got accepted into an art show: [link]

Obviously I have been highly inactive on deviantART...hopefully I am still loved. By someone. Please, someone. I really do still care! :cries:

I've been trying to keep up with comments but it's hard to maintain regular uploads, especially when the work I'm making goes up to the ceiling and is hard to photograph with a fancy tripod setup. But I borrowed a fancy tripod setup and did it, so all my new art is on my website and I intend to post some of the works here, some time when I'm not sleepy preferrably.

Anyway, hope you've been well, and happy year of the ox!

]]> ~freizizania Paint in my hair in the summer air http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/18731733/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/18731733/ Sun, 08 Jun 2008 13:44:13 PDT
Majors change. I said goodbye to the Engineering school and complimented the admission officer's pretty, dyed Easter egg as I left the door. And I declared a major in Printmaking. I will post the prints I have done online soon.

I uploaded four works from the school year, two a series done first semester and two from the spring semester just ended. There are dozens more new pieces posted on my website: [link] I uploaded most of the work I did this school year to the site, at least what I thought was worth sharing.

The fall was madness, but I enjoyed the work and range of projects, from soap to cardboard to Flash animation (see my site for this one) to an entire online world (currently down, but I am presently restoring it).

The spring was more madness. I stopped counting after nine all-nighters halfway through the spring. It was rough, but worth it. And I exceeded my decision-making quota when I declared my major.

And summer. Oh, summer. I have an internship at a gallery and another in my professor's studio and continue to work at the university's museum. The days are long and I'm tired rather early in the evening, but I cook yummy things with cheap groceries so I am content. And my apartment is clean, which is always a plus.

I also have hundreds of notifications (messages, deviations, etc.) so excuse me if I don't comment on all the work I've missed out on. Hassle me a bit and I'll try to have more of a presence now that it's summer and at least my evenings are free.

]]> ~freizizania Recent Absence and My Fickle Computer http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/14503468/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/14503468/ Wed, 05 Sep 2007 14:21:32 PDT
New Things Since My Absence:

1) I bought a domain name and made a new website to showcase my art. Everything new I've done in the past few months is on there (aka what I haven't been able to post here): [link]

2) My newest work is also viewable on GFX: [link]

3) My summer was lovely. How was yours?

:heart: and thank you to all who have since faved and watched me! I'll get back to you as soon as I can. :)

]]> ~freizizania Commissions? Would you be interested? http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/13169774/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/13169774/ Thu, 31 May 2007 21:36:17 PDT In Brief:

I am considering opening commissions for the summertime, but before I delve into specifics I want to see if anyone would be interested. Furthermore, if you are interested in commissions or just want to offer some thoughts, what exactly are you interested in? Traditional work? Digital work? Portraits? Scenes? Character sheets?

Let me know! Thanks!

:heart:

]]> ~freizizania Not so dormant... http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/12965369/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/12965369/ Tue, 15 May 2007 12:52:29 PDT
Studio courses can be immensely intense and exhausting. I spent many nights this semester late in the studio (1 AM, 2 AM, 3 AM...) and in combination with other classes like Calc III, I haven't exactly had much online playtime. Consequently, I have not been able to check my messages on here or comment on any deviations or upload my own work. I will get on that, now, as I am home for the summer.

Expect to see lots of new work from me, selections from the things I've made this semester. I should be a little more active, too, commenting on the art I've missed out on these past few months. :heart:

]]> ~freizizania I kill snowmen. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/11428979/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/11428979/ Sat, 13 Jan 2007 23:55:08 PST

But of all the inconveniences: an ice storm. Alas, I am jailed in this place.

Accomplishments of the New Year
Digital painting: completed 01.10.07 [link]
Short story: completed 01.12.07
Haircut: 01.09.07
Being foolish but blissful: hooray!
Seeing friends: ♥

Failures of the New Year:
Getting me home sooner;
Getting me home sooner;
Getting me home sooner;
Dammit, I want clear roads!

]]> ~freizizania I wish my head were full of sugar... http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/11109502/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/11109502/ Mon, 18 Dec 2006 19:34:21 PST
As in the work is OVER!

:faint:

Farewell to thee, Calculus II problems, 12+ page researched analyses, 20-80+ page readings, 72x42 inch canvases to fill by deadlines alongside 36x48 inch canvas assignments and sketchbook assignments, computer labwork, 600-page readings, art history time periods and dates and artist names and works and art movements, propaganda posters, and the nonstop workdays and fascist time management and ultimate all-nighters that ensue despite the fascist time management and unperturbed continuity of work. It's been a lovely year, but I would really love to sleep again.

------

Yes, I will begin clawing my way through my message box and viewing the deviations I have missed out on in my absence, and indeed, I shall upload my new artwork.

Just not right now. Good night.

:heart:

-from the one who will return once well rested

]]> ~freizizania I'm more alive than a sock! http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/10521668/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/10521668/ Thu, 26 Oct 2006 20:51:07 PDT

(Do you still remember me?)

I cough my lungs upon the clock so that the dead may rest together.

Because time is dead, you know. As would I be, if I were to retch forth my air processors.

And that emoticon is just too cute! It's all *hugs!* in complementary colors.

And I do long. I long for...
-sleep.
-the reincarnation of time.
-sleep.
-an idea of what I'm freaking going to do with the rest of my life.
-a sense of direction, both literally and figuratively.
-less pudge on my tummy.
-sleep.
-a hug from YOU. :hug:

And have I really not updated my gallery in over a month??? Man...

...that is in fact why I post today, to prove I have not died truly but simply temporarily, at least in accordance to all those who cannot see me regularly.

I actually do have a lot of new artwork, thanks to the very heavy studio classes I'm taking that make me draw/design so frequently you'd think I'd have no minutes left for labwork or Calc II except that I am a maniac.

I wish I knew what I was doing with my life; art and engineering is an intense combination, and I cannot decide if I am brilliant enough or not for either.

Anyway, hug me because you love me and are glad that I live; I may upload some of my new art, but it is ever so massive a quantity, so I might not or simply take forever to get around to it. Pester me about it so I feel motivated.

:gummybear:

]]> ~freizizania Rainbow Sherbet Beat up the Gummy Bears. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/9726556/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/9726556/ Mon, 14 Aug 2006 15:20:52 PDT
[scenario]

Mom: (stern) "Why'd you do it, Joey?"

Joey: (hesitant) "Because Jimmy did..."

Mom: (trite) "And if Jimmy jumped off a cliff, would you?"

Joey: (bewildered) ". . . Are you suggesting that Jimmy's suicidal!?"

Mom: (even more bewildered) "Jimmy's suicidal!? Do his parents know this?"

Joey: (frustrated) "I didn't say that Jimmy was suicidal...YOU said that Jimmy was suicidal."

Mom: (angry) "Don't twist things, Joey, or else one of these days you'll twist things so much you'll have a crooked mouth."

Joey: (whimpering) "Why do you threaten me?"

Mom: (annoyed) "You see!? You never hear what I say!"

Joey: (wailing) "And now you're calling me deaf! I suppose you think I'm dumb, too!"

Mom: (exasperated) "Well, AT LEAST Helen Keller became famous."

Joey: (caterwauling) "Are you saying I act like a woman!?"

Mom: (shocked) "Joey! Are you trying to tell me you're gay!?"

[/end scenario]

I don't know why this world allows me to grow bored.

Communiqué 1: I move into the dorms in ten days.

Communiqué 2: I want to learn Italian.

Communiqué 3: I am a songless nightingale, and the stars are out of batteries. Reality is a fool and makes everything more difficult. The simplest solution to everything is to divide one by the universe, for such would even dissolve poverty and prove an elixir to death. So what if it distorts life and turns breathing to bloody demise?

Communiqué 4: I shall start some new artwork soon; bear with me. Just don't throw a bear at me, as that might complicate the drawing process. Throwing gummy bears is fine, though. It may even help. :)

:gummybear:

To all of you, most of you, some of you, few of you, none of you, me, and the rest of you who aren't a part of none,

Alligator eats derriere, Twin cherries, Love apples, Less than three, Dunce cat, <3

:heart: ]]> ~freizizania Trite mothers & farting stratospheres. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/9286516/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/9286516/ Wed, 05 Jul 2006 21:56:56 PDT
[scenario]

Mom: (stern) "Now, Joey, why'd you do it?"

Joey: (hesitant) "Because Jimmy did..."

Mom: (trite) "And if Jimmy jumped off a cliff, would you?"

Joey: (bewildered) ". . . Are you suggesting that Jimmy's suicidal!?"

[/scenario]

Bwahahaha. I love me (sometimes).

But my children won't love me . . . if I bother letting them exist, of course.

Communique: Yesterday, the sky farted. [/end patriotic] People should throw glitter in the air on days when they have gas; it'd make their situation less embarrassing and keep company concentrated on dazzling sights instead of petrifying smells. ]]> ~freizizania I am 60% mean: I shred folks' spinal cords for fun http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/9183360/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/9183360/ Sun, 25 Jun 2006 21:49:56 PDT [ ] i don't talk to my parents much
[x] people tell me all the time that they hate me - (If they don't tell me, they glare it at me.)
[x] i think i have said horrible things to someone - (pluralize that, please, and nix think and insert know)
[x] i give people disgusting looks a lot - (You think I look disgusting!?)
total = 4

[ ] i took heads off dolls when i was little
[ ] i have destroyed something valuable on purpose - (Damaged, not destroyed.)
[x] i love to insult people :heart: :heart: :heart:
[x] most people suck
[x] i have thrown total tantrums
total = 3

[x] i'm known to have an attitude
[x] i get mad easily
[x] i order people around
[ ] i'm known around my neighborhood as the kid everyone else doesnt want their kids hanging out with - (What other kids? I have three neighbors and they're all old.)
[ ] i've argued with a teacher - (I like my grade, thanks.)
total = 3

[x] i can care less about school - (As a matter of fact, I could care less; such a phrase implies I must care in order to be capable of caring less. *nerd* :D)
[ ] i love messing with other people's stuff. - (o.O! That would be a terrible thing to do.)
[x] people tell me im conceited/stuck-up/self-centered. - (If they don't say it, they think it; although to be fair, I do think of other people...just not to their faces and only visibly on special occasions.)
[ ] i lie constantly to my parents.
[x] i yell daily - (Technically, I think it's called talking loudly.)
total = 3

[x] i seem to always be in a fight with my friends - (Nothing serious...just your run-of-the-mill "I'm better than you" and "I'll kill you over your next grammatical error" sort of stuff. ^^)
[ ] i would never risk my life for anyone.
[ ] i don't like smiling.
[x] i know at least 3 people i would like to beat up. - (More likely I'll just yell at them and threaten them...alas, I'm afraid I'm not especially good at beating people up.)
[ ] i love pranking people and nothing lame only hard core evil stuff
total = 2

add up all the x's and multiply by 4 and post this as "i am __% mean"

I'm 60% mean, bwahahahaha.

No surprise, even if this is just a generic, old survey.

Announcement: The fireflies danced in the glorious rain, singing and loving each other's company, until they were all struck by lightning. Upon the frying of the insects' instantly jellified frames, two dozen frogs leapt up for joy and bounded towards the feast, and finished the last smoldering vestiges of gelatin within the hour of decease and broil. But had those frogs simply looked before they ate, they might have noticed how strangely the electrified globules glowed; because they paid no heed, however, the frogs each died ten years later of cancer caused by internal radiation, after a long life of immense strength and blooming vitality. Their expiration was abrupt and horrific, commencing in boiling of the blood and blistering of the veins, and concluding in a phenomenal explosion that rained millions of glowing gumdrops across the land - for children everywhere to enjoy. ]]> ~freizizania I am 20% girly. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/9157957/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/9157957/ Fri, 23 Jun 2006 10:09:58 PDT FoxedFerret

Take this quiz and find out how girly you are. (GUYS TOO) Put x's beside each thing that's true. Each x that you put is one percent. Have fun!!

[ ] my fingernails/toenails are almost always painted
[ ] during the summer the only shoes i wear are flip flops - (My evil wish for all of you who wear flip flops: I hope some day you get caught in a situation where you have to run for your life.)
[ ] my favorite toys as a child were barbies
[ ] my favorite colour is pink or purple
[ ] I did Gymnastics
[x] I love skirts - (Confession...yes...I almost never wear them...but...shut up. x_x)
[ ] hollister is one of my favorite places to shop
[ ] tight jeans are the only jeans i'll wear
[x] I love chocolate - !!! :D
[ ] I've never had a real job

TOTAL: 2

[ ] my hair is almost always straightened
[ ] I have at least 8 myspace pictures
[ ] I usually go shopping once a week
[ ] I love to hang out at the mall with friends
[ ] I have a real diamond ring or diamond necklace or earings
[ ] I've gone to a tanning salon
[ ] I've gone to the beach to tan - not to swim
[ ] I have at least 10 pairs of shoes
[ ] I watch either the OC or Laguna Beach
[ ] I change my icon weekly
[ ] I wear a shower cap

TOTAL: Zero!

[ ] I don't shop at Hot Topic
[ ] my cell phone might as well become a part of me
[ ] I wear mascara everyday
[x] I've been or am on a diet
[ ] bathing suits are adorable
[ ] I don't know the difference between a sheep and a goat. - (. . . Are you serious? You people make me sick.)
[ ] big sunglasses are hott
[ ] I have gotten my nails done before
[ ] MTV is one of my favorite channels

TOTAL: 1

[ ] all I want to do at sleepovers is talk about boys
[ ] I love to have girls do my hair
[ ] I give and recieve hugs from all my friends
[x] I hate bugs
[ ] carnivals are so fun!
[ ] Summer is THE best season
[x] my swimsuit has 2 pieces
[ ] Im waiting for my knight in shining armor
[x] musicians are so hot - (Half an x . . . a lot of the time the attractiveness doesn't exceed the physique; anyway, I'm more drawn to geeks.)
[ ] you write me a poem and tell me im beautiful and im all yours

TOTAL: 3

[x] I am self-conscious
[x] I cry often
[ ] my car smells like vanilla or cherry
[x] my dishes get washed more than once a week - (Thanks, Mom. :D)
[x] I don't do sports
[x] I HATE to run (Only when I was forced to do so for a grade; ie, school.)
[ ] I squeal when i am surprised or angry
[ ] I eat dried fruit as a snack
[ ] I love romance novels
[ ] Drew Barrymore is so cute

TOTAL: 5

[ ] I dance a lot.
[x] I usually spend an hour or over to get ready to leave my house - (Only because I get easily distracted.)
[ ] I only have like 5 billion hair products
[ ] I love to get dressed up.
[x] every part of my outfit needs to match. - (OCD, not vanity...even my lotion must match.)
[ ] I talk on the phone at least once a day to my friends
[ ] I would love to have a photo shoot.
[ ] I apply lip stuff 50 times a day
[ ] I wish I were a model

TOTAL: 2

[ ] I wish I could meet Paris Hilton
[ ] I have been something that was semi
[ ] I own Uggs
[ ] Hip Hop is the best music
[ ] I pop my collar
[x] I like to be the center of attention - (Intellectually, yes.)
[ ] guys with Mohawks are crazy
[x] horses are beautiful
[x] I'd rather not pay attention in school - (That doesn't mean I don't, and I'd only rather not if I'm smarter than the teacher...which...happens in high school. Hence the reason I'm glad it's over.)
[x] Cats are adorable

TOTAL: 4

[ ] I write my own music
[ ] I would love to visit Hawaii
[ ] Valentine's day is so cute!
[ ] white is better than black
[ ] I wouldn't be caught dead in all black
[x] my closet is STOCK FULL of clothes - (Half were used hand-me-downs and the other half were on sale. And I don't know how an only child ends up with hand-me-downs or how I got all those clothes. o.O)
[ ] hate the grunge look
[ ]I love to read magazines

TOTAL: 1

[ ] I love to gossip
[x] I had Lisa Frank folders/posters/notebooks as a kid.
[ ] I love Celine Dion
[ ] my bubble baths ar... ]]> ~freizizania Slave labor ends; starvation begins. Drat. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/9088611/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/9088611/ Fri, 16 Jun 2006 15:25:24 PDT
Now I have only to fear:
1) The responsibility of designing a cover.
2) How I will be blamed should the book fail.
3) How the world will automatically label me should the book succeed.
4) The caustic opinions on the politics involved ensuing publication and the potential impact on me, regardless of how my views may differ from my father's. (eek)
5) Calculus II at one of the best universities in the nation come August.
6) Registering for enough-but-not-too-many classes for first semester so as I may complete a double major within four years.
7) The realization that while the classes I need to take first semester will form a workable schedule, somehow I don't know where mealtime fits. Hm.
8) The fact that I am required to buy more than one sharp object on my supply list. (Is that really very wise?)

But on a pleasanter note:
1) I can now firmly say that I have survived the Cultural Revolution, despite being an intellectual with half-Nationalist roots.
2) I shall have time for art again (in between college preparation) this summer.
3) I might (not, but perhaps) earn a chance to study in Florence, Italy, my second year, spring semester; then again, planning courses is going to be a tricky task if I mean to pursue two majors...let alone find an opening to take Italian. Alas, I can only hope.

But! For this moment...I revel in the completion of an incredibly cumbersome editing task; and I shan't read another long work for quite a bit of time. So much for summer reading. ]]> ~freizizania Hypocrisy rides on a swan. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/9001459/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/9001459/ Wed, 07 Jun 2006 17:15:59 PDT
The hypocrisy of history rides on a swan, astounding but arrogant, and cruel to the bite. Greed - in its most diluted solution - slaughters, and we have an ocean of it. Money corrupts, scandals ensue...

...society disgusts me.

I can appreciate the witty jests of playfully vicious banter and subtle innuendos. But I have not the heart for blatant brutality and violent vulgarity.

Slashed empty eye sockets, flattened bodies in streets, "hospitality" of the host's wife, men who "publically discipline" passerby women who refuse them...

And all the while, propaganda paints the cities like holiday blush, professing a promise of a sanguine sunrise beyond a horizon of bloody-scalped hills and rivers died red like intestines.

Thereon lie the stores of happiness that civilization guarantees us all. ]]> ~freizizania The pigeons are on fire! http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8893910/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8893910/ Sat, 27 May 2006 14:49:02 PDT
(My fathers's manuscript is 856 pages long...300-some in WordPerfect; I have completed the first 23 pages.)

By far, I preferred editing my friend's four-paragraph speech. At least that was voluntary. (Somebody save me from this slave labor!)

Whoever rescues me from the Communist Regime will be my hero, and I will owe that person a hug...and perhaps a kiss of gratitude.

:blowkiss:

I have escaped work from now through tomorrow as I told my father I must study Calculus...

...it is a sad, sad thing when your means of evasion involve limits and integrals during the summer.

Shoot the messenger and hire a pigeon, for no good can come of entailing business. ]]> ~freizizania deviantART changes http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8770488/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8770488/ Sun, 14 May 2006 16:23:19 PDT
Isn't it amazing how many new deviations are submitted daily on dA?
That the amount of people who are interested in dA increases daily?
And the fact that so many artists have found a platform to dicuss and present their work to others?


Without a doubt it's a big, interesting and versatile community.
But isn't it amazing to always see the same artists on the frontpage every single day concerning the fact that so many new deviations have been submitted?

We're all aware of that and believe that this has to change. It is already quite difficult for the "unknown" artists to promote their work and gain more attention.

Clearly, we do not intend to deny the skills of those great artists who enrich the community by sharing their magnificent work. But we do intend to enhance the platform in such a way that "unknown" artists might get a real chance to draw the public attention to their own pieces of work by promoting it on the front page of the community.

In our opinion we think it unjust to only have the chance to be represented on the front page if one has the luck of having many watchers.

We would like a better system which allows a deviation to be seen on the front page if, for example, it has 'only' reached about 40 favourites and about 200 views.

Take a look at the actual situation: You have uploaded an impressive piece or art that gets faved according to the number of your total views/watchers. Then, however, a more popular deviant uploads a more or less 'average' deviation and automatically reaches more than the double of your favourites/views in a mere moment.

A new structure of the frontpage could enhance the actual competition on dA, i.e. popular deviants wouldn't be able to best the "unknown" artists by posting a rather average deviation.

A reasonable alternative to present the "daily top favourites" on the front page would be a bigger amount of thumbs which would show the 40 best deviations of the day in a random order.

We think it's in everyone's interest to change the current situation and make dA a place where creating and sharing unique art plays a far bigger role than scrambling for new watchers.

If you agree, help us and yourself by copying and pasting this entry into your journal. Text file --> [link]

The community

:community:


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On a further note:

The Hamlet video project for Senior Honors English is COMPLETE...and killer. :D

The Gravedigger scene pwns...so does getting to play the gravedigger, pallbearer, and corpse of Ophelia. Oh, the irony of that combination, ha! xD

:heart: to you all. ^^ ]]> ~freizizania Broken Spines Spurt Forth Milk Bubbles. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8555459/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8555459/ Sat, 22 Apr 2006 21:59:26 PDT Note:

One of the nastiest sounds on this pimple of an Earth in the universe has to be the crunching squish of a freshly smashed bug. Compounding on that is when you lift the book, shoe, or magazine and view a fatty, cream globule jutting out of the mashed remains. The scene is sicker than rabies.

And now that I have successfully repulsed you...

Advanced Global Personality Test Results
Ten points to the person who laughs first at the inconsistencies.

*Extraversion |||||||||||||||| 66%
Stability |||| 16%
Orderliness |||||||||||||| 60%
Accommodation |||||||||||||||| 63%
Interdependence |||||| 23%
Intellectual |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Mystical |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Artistic |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Religious |||||||||||| 43%
Hedonism || 10% I don't like to indulge myself...
Materialism |||||||||||||||| 63% ...but I do like material things.
Narcissism |||||||||||||||||||| 83% I'm very narcissistic...
Adventurousness |||||||||||| 43%
Work ethic |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Self absorbed |||||||||| 36% ...yet hardly self-absorbed. XD
Conflict seeking |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
Need to dominate |||||||||||||||| 70%
Romantic |||||| 23%
*Avoidant |||||||||||||||| 70%
*Anti-authority |||||||||||||||| 70%
Wealth |||||||||| 36%
Dependency |||||||||| 36%
Change averse |||| 16%
Cautiousness |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Individuality |||||||||||||||| 63%
Sexuality ||||||||| 33%
Peter pan complex |||||| 23%
Physical security |||||||||||||||| 70%
Physical Fitness |||||||||||||||| 64%
Histrionic |||||||||||||||| 70%
Paranoia |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
Vanity |||||||||||||||| 70%
Hypersensitivity |||||||||||||||| 70%
Female cliche |||||||||||| 50%

trait snapshot: self revealing, neat, craves attention, prefers organized to unpredictable, needs things to be extremely clean, worrying, perfectionist, emotionally sensitive, *respects authority, social, vain, likes to be alone, likes large parties, controlling, social chameleon, not a thrill seeker, enjoys leadership, takes precautions, puts the needs of others ahead of his/her own, assertive, rule conscious, makes friends easily, always busy, heart over mind, phobic, aggressive, clingy, compassionate, dominant, outgoing, suspicious, hard working, strong

Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test
personality tests by similarminds.com

Wow. In some areas, this test makes me sound like an incredibly annoying human being.

Albeit it's interesting, it isn't absolute regarding accu... ]]> ~freizizania Portraits of a Life Abandoned. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8479564/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8479564/ Sat, 15 Apr 2006 14:19:52 PDT And the hours revolved like gossip:

1) My seven-day trial subscription expires today.
2) I missed the local art exhibit. (Go figure I don't show up when my artwork is on display.)
3) I am considering submitting artwork (and stories, if I deem my writing worthy) to the school literary magazine.

Beneath the convex glass:

I consider it a dreadful tragedy that beings so blessed should disparage their opportunities, though intellect be not far from their clasps.

Graduation is in a month. I hear we have a drop-out in the Class of 2006. It saddens me - but I cannot feel sympathy.

Something must be horribly wrong with the human race. All species by instinct seek the best conditions for living; humankind turns masochistic - and blames others in the process.

Yet ultimately we masochists prevail.

Destined to break upon its harboring visages:

I received my senior composite on Thursday and glanced over the faces I will most likely never notice again.

For better, I think, in regards to the less-than-appealing majority. (I dislike suburbia and its chemicals.) But nonetheless a shred saddening.

I wish for the best in months to come, that masochism shall continue to prove enduring. But I doubt it always will.

It is like an infatuation with the beauty of April tempests. So captivating are the liquid swirls, but a step beneath the ensuing light shall likely turn final and cruel. ]]> ~freizizania Conquering heaven to adjust its government. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8419279/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8419279/ Sun, 09 Apr 2006 15:51:44 PDT And the hours revolve like gossip:

1) deviantART has given me a seven-day subscription trial. Sweet. Like lychee nuts.
2) A local cafe is holding an art exhibit on Wednesday, April 12th, for "the most talented artists" of my high school; they have four of my pieces on display. I feel so flattered.
3) The system is rigged.
4) I like to play hopscotch on the kitchen tiles.

At the meddlesome hands of people:

Yesterday, during a promenade across the yard, I plucked a roseate bloom from one of the redbud trees and fitted it to the vacant core of a running myrtle that blossomed amidst its verdant creeps upon the lowly ground. I thought myself a surgeon, giver of hearts to those long empurpled by heinous bruises, possessed by solemn souls, and trodden by impertinent feet.

But perhaps, through this benevolence, I proved myself a menace. For there exist those active capsules born on purpose without a heart, and to attempt a modification is to slap the cheek of God. Yet if this lord intends for some to show no blushing center, then I proclaim him/her/it imperfect and in need of revised rule.

So long inciting rebellion yet ironically achieving conquest:

Thus I am a hypocrite, resenting the intrusions of parents yet coveting a control over others. Nonetheless, I shall enjoy my independence day and absorb the privileges of an egotist, looking to care for myself for once and rejecting all past altruism. Ultimately, I endeavor to revise this world and assume the role of master, a rank I have so criticized with the uncouth lips of my ill bred descent.

Hence our hearts fall to extinction:

...for none can decide upon their inclusion to the breathing shape, nor the right of human to adopt a lordly task. And the only method to remove authority is to usurp it for yourself.

Like desperate flirts beset by insecurity:

:flirty: ]]> ~freizizania Sour grins in prison cells are insanity's favorite http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8333261/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8333261/ Sat, 01 Apr 2006 11:29:19 PST
"You've had the worst upbringing. The worst. I can't see how you can come out of this a lady."

"This isn't a family. It's a prison. It's a hell, a fucking hell."

Life loves to break my heart and sit me down to a cold breakfast and bitter drink served by my eyes for my lips to resent. I never understood how girls in fairytales woke to bluebirds whereas I woke just to regather myself after a private huddle against the bathroom linoleum.

But I think I must either be sick or afflicted with a twisted sense of optimism. As I listened silently to the swirling rage this morning and accepted the pricks to my soul, I suddenly discovered myself indulging in the moment, thinking, "God, this hurts, but what a lesson!"

Language harbors a power like none other in this universe. It can crush the very spirit, a thing no physical means can ever touch. It induces implosion of character, potentially obliterating desire of life; and language does all this without ever so much as lifting the tiniest knife.

The words today inspired no hope, but rather contempt and tears. But though I do not respect the hypocritical speaker, I do respect the hideous event, for further emphasizing my love of language in all its omnipotence.

I only fall fragile when I cannot speak myself. Let the moral be to never falter in voice or in pen. May the afflicted rush to savior and the cruel crumble to tragedy at the legions of words no armies could ever surmount.

At my worst moment, I can smile, however inappropriate for the time such might be. I am both thankful and disturbed for that. ]]> ~freizizania Gummy bears decorate the agonizing brain. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8275119/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8275119/ Sun, 26 Mar 2006 13:33:03 PST The Days in a Seashell

The magnificence of thunderstorms far exceeds that of so many natural phenomena. The human hand itself could fabricate little as equally beautiful, and nothing with so great of ease. I shall miss the Kansas tempests.

My father is speaking to me again; he held out for over a month. The conclusion to this quiet episode is bittersweet. (Details are difficult to verbalize, so I shall refrain from the topic.)

The Brain on a Fish Hook

There is a great deal more these days to make me smile, and honestly, but like the event with my father there remains a sour trail behind the sweet occasions. All I want is for life to work out - for everybody. What gifts I have garnered I earned; I jail my lungs in a locked moment in hopes and apprehensions that life may continue to give, not only to me but to those who deserve a reward for their solid ambitions and dreams. I care so much for those surrounding and respect deeply my rivals. It would bruise me to see the semester close meanly.

The Heart on a Clothes Line

It all depends on the outcomes of days and letters. Education is the quest I desire to further, but there is something present currently that is deeper than empathy. I dislike it for distracting my artistic eye, and though I knew better than to succumb to affectionate thoughts, for all my intellectual endeavors I cannot help but be weakened by even the subtlest of emotions. I only wonder what the other perspective senses.

(The human heart is cruel to react so near to the time of possible departure.)

Works-in-Progress: 3

1) The Intricate Piece, inking done for ages, coloring is intimidating to approach.
2) The Sad/Adorable Piece, penciling is done, again the coloring makes me shy off.
3) The Ethereal Piece, penciling started, composition conceived, gah I am so lazy.

Which to work on now...???

Foreboding Works: 329043904384303290432

x_x

Current Readings: a lot

Wuthering Heights (I like it) and a bunch of stuff for school.

Current Writings: 2

Neither active. (throttles schoolwork)

Other

Read this [link] because it is beautiful. My dear friend ~Ailurophile wrote it.

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Sweet thoughts are but portentous shadows of potentially bitter things. Though I like optimism, I find little of it in myself. Let us hope that this world is kinder to sugary dreams than I am.

:gummybear:

(P.S. I love you.) ]]> ~freizizania You are a pimple. Ha ha. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8201320/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8201320/ Sat, 18 Mar 2006 20:18:20 PST
After all, unless you are a naive fool, intellect should seem a treacherous asset; those with brains are immensely more capable of malice and brutality than those without. Even a good scholar can acknowledge his or her own vile aptitude as something portentous, if ever bequeathed by its owner the consent to bloom.

How lucky this world is that I do not possess a vulgar nature except what embitterment civilization instilled, a quality that can scarcely be termed natural. I plot no brilliant diabolism but in fiction through pen or technology or thinking; I take no advantage of ignorance as so many are intrinsically inclined.

What iniquity I imply is merely play, like that of a puckish flower spirit too frail to ever be cruel in absolute truth. I simply observe what I could be, thus keep myself entertained.

(Then again, is it not disturbing that I find amusement in pondering such dark probability that I could turn villain? I think so.)

But out of fairness (a thing never expressed by the rest of you brutes), I must point out that not only I but you are a cheeky, little carrion eater who ruins good fodder with nauseating chemicals and idles the days away until the expiration date. Jovial will be this Earth on the hour of your decease, so that it may bite off your fleshy fingers and wrench out your complainative tongue as punishment for your lazy existence.

And God said, "Damned art thou and thine dependent ways; thou art the spongy blemish on my perfect nose." ]]> ~freizizania Hysterics live in perpetual prison. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8011471/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/8011471/ Sun, 26 Feb 2006 18:06:39 PST Head:
I have denied insanity to all who allege it against me, yet I am beginning to sense an atmosphere of doubt besides the one from exterior. So long have I believed only sane people claim to be crazy, for what maddened being would have the sense to know it without forced prescription? But alas, the physical impacts have begun to disconcert me. Health does not stand strongly by my side, but this situation does not feel caused by physical anguish.

Body:
What is hysteria, and is it necessary to be fully conscious when you experience it? From what I understand, it is the body acting out against irrepressible emotions subdued.

Suppose you pass out in a somnolent trance on the bedroom floor and perceive gravity constraining you like the paralyzed; is this normal? Say you feel control of your limbs possessed by another as voices known and unknown resound in conversation of things passed or to come and sound like emanation from behind, even though you are lying rigid on your back. Regardless of attempts to regain rule over your body, you cannot move until the invisible hands move for you and guide your arms into confined seizures.

Great strains against severity of exterior force enable you to flutter your eyelids, but only to feel them pressed shut again as a steel woodpecker knocks rapidly along the spine of your brain; the noise dissolves and crystal nails envelop the stern of the mind, gripping like shark jaws until you nearly faint in death beyond coma.

Upon waking, the aches convince you of that moment's reality.

Conclusion:
Perhaps I only hallucinated, but what a chemical I must have organically produced to have consumed nothing but suburban air and essential nutrients.

Oh, how life impairs poor children...

...criminals may rot in exasperating ennui behind bars and cement, but parole shows sympathy and with time grants them fresh liberty.

But no freedom key exists for the forlorn innocent, imprisoned in mind by jail of skull and pulse and in body by skin and vitality. In the personal universe, no law forbids the terms of torture, thus sadism grows bold in gulfs of relish. And no weapon can murder what cannot be touched.

Thus villains rejoice in havoc, for here within baby madness can they indulge in carte blanche.

I want to grow up.

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[/imbroglio] ]]> ~freizizania Tint Analysis - glimpses to imminent endeavors. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/7925444/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/7925444/ Fri, 17 Feb 2006 14:12:16 PST
Find the four [main] patterns.

(As if any more than glass spheres in replicate skulls will ever view these words.)

Pink cupcakes: Petaloid ink, never kitsch, crowns ulterior pastries caressed as knitted earmuffs. Svelte poultice inundates naive keenness; cream upholds prized crumbs approaching kitschy elegance surmised.

Titian sunsets: Titivation is the illumed advance, nocturnal suggestions under nodes seducing eyes too starry to ignore thus insult as nonentities. Somnolent ululations near summoning epitomize this second.

Saffron negligees: Subtle ambiance forsaken, flamboyant radiance occupied, nude novelties exhibited gloriously like impressive garbs exceptionally embellished so spectacular. Always flouting forever’s rule, opulence never numbers encroaching generations lost. Iridescence gesticulates excitedly – Elysium’s salvo.

Chartreuse dollars: Clean happiness atrophies; reverence transmogrifies rich eminence. Usurped scrutiny excoriates damned opulence, lashing like astounded rats corrupted haphazardly as radiance to ruin. Egotism undeniably surmounts. Evermore does ornate luxury loom above resentful sanctity.

Azure eyes: At zenith unreal, resonant eulogies expire. Youth embodies sweet acclaim. Zeroth’s usurped radical, Entropy, embittered, yelps exclamations sullenly.

Mauve galaxies: Mist ascends ubiquitous vainglory. Embers glimmer arrogantly, livid as xenophobic icicles eschewed; sunlight melts away ululations. Veiled eulogies gasp as lacerated, alabaster xylophones – insignias evoking shame.

Alabaster skies: A lacy angel bequeaths a savage tempest, ergo rambunctious spirits know imminent eternity. Slaughtered awareness lies apathetically, blood all spattered to envelop ravenous soil. Knowledge is exacerbated subtly.

Heather pigeons: Hawks enunciate a tenacious hunt; evermore rapidly per inch – great eagles overwhelm new sport. Herein exasperation against tethered hunters encourages revolution. Prey ill-fated gains eminence. Only numbers swell.

Black inkblots: Blood lacks aesthetic cost, knowing instead necropolis. Knells bawl lurid orations too sickening before lost amity. Crows knap insidious notions, keeping blemishes lucid over time surpassed.

Perform terrific scandals. Make annihilation beautiful. Please testify criminality. Always misconstrue abhorrence. ]]> ~freizizania Jewels set in bone behind flesh and a smile. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/7860172/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/7860172/ Fri, 10 Feb 2006 21:58:44 PST
"For you see, my dear, there are those who take their pain, break it down, and weave it into silk, then sell it for a good profit and comfortable living.

Then there are those who take their pain, wrap it up in a blunt, and let the smoke steal their lives.

Do not complain, my dear boy. So long as you deem the iniquities that afflict you as strong stock of raw materials, all you view that is evil will in truth be sheer brilliance.

Otherwise, your beauty will be but decay. My sympathies to you then, but only because within me you inspire intrigue. Feel fortunate that I am a weak girl with a fantastical heart, made frail by the sight of your countenance."

(/end excerpt)

How I go on with words, eh? I ought to marry literature - we'd make beautiful babies. Ha.

Sometimes I dislike being a girl, bothered by the automatic stamp of frailty from without and monthly tormentor from within. I hate that even now, despite all my intellectual ambitions, I still run into people who say things like, "Oh, you're so pretty, why aren't you dating?" or "Don't worry so much about college...no matter what school you go to, you'll find a good man."

Like that's all I'm seeking in life.

I feel like in order to count I have to show everyone up; make up for my height and thin arms by being the best and being intimidating. Yet...I enjoy it. All of it. One, two, three steps closer to achieving omnipotence.

God! Femininity is one to make a person corrupt, no?

How sardonic my character is. How hypocritical.

Because through it all, what is it my artistic mind likes to linger towards? Through the viciousness of my prose, what lacy lines spill through the crevices?

Where do my eyes fall first in a crowded room?

After all...

Blessed are good looks near the view of an observative fantast.

I both adore and despise being an artist.

May masochism prevail in the name of that statement. ]]> ~freizizania Of county festivals and haloed deaths. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/7733599/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/7733599/ Sat, 28 Jan 2006 16:18:39 PST Ambivalence is the mind too saturated by a volatile world...

...my brain needs soothing.

Dark was the day that followed my birthday and ended with my dad not speaking to me for the duration of the week. No comment on the event, just this: I did nothing wrong. There was one adult involved in the quandary and it was not the supposed guardian.

But light was the school week beginning. First, I'm taking Drawing this semester, as the only other option would have been Family Planning (ick) and according to other students, my Drawing teacher apparently goes to talk to the other art teacher and tells her all about me; both seem awed that I have never taken any drawing classes and do not smudge my graphite (how?) or use special things like tortillions and various leads. In any case, my Drawing teacher had me bring the original copy of Panthera Leo Chimaera so she could matte it for display at the school's upcoming art show.

Another art-related event: I entered a multimedia festival for high school students in my county and one nearby and placed in all categories I submitted work to. I received third place for Web Design (something I made for school), second place for Graphic Design - Design (Snow Whale Boulevard), and first place for Graphic Design - Typography (Pixation image for my school's Graphic Arts Club). The one misfortune is that I actually submitted four entries, but only those three were judged. Apparently, on the judging day, my main website ([link]) did not show up, which makes absolutely no sense because the one that did show up is hosted under my main site. If the main one was down, that one should have been down as well. It makes no sense, people, it makes no sense!

That was my better entry, too. :(

But at least the first place award is sparkly. (lightly touches it) :D

Of course, what would the week be without my crumbling to the in-class Honors English essay and its time constraint. I think it's my worst essay yet in that class...others disagree...but I don't believe them. We had to write about one of the characters in the fantastic book Lord of the Flies. I just don't feel that I did the book or the character justice. ;_;

Sad again is that the week has treated me terribly and this morning has treated me terribly and overall I feel like the ultimate failure, drenched in idiocy and lack of control.

I want a nice week for once. T_T

But I suppose somewhat pleasant is a quick reply from my safety school (granted I knew it would be faster than the others...they said four to six weeks...but it's hardly been over two). Well, the gigantic YES! trailing across the front of the big envelope pretty much tells me their decision (wow, big surprise, ha). (Hmm...I'm curious...if they put YES! on my envelope, do they put NO! on the rejects'?) Nonetheless, I am happy and feel a little bit of that crunching feeling pummeling my back and shoulders dissolve, thus permitting me to stretch.

One down.

Another rather nice note: apparently I am one of two students at my school to be the first and only ones nominated for a particular National award; there are approximately only 40 students total in the state who have been nominated and 2600 overall. Supposedly we rank in the top 1/10 of one percent in the Nation. Well, gee, that's flattering. ^^

Yet I still feel myself drawn towards the role of tragedienne of the stage. I do not know how to rate this week or previous weeks or upcoming weeks or individual days. I am gladdened by recognition in academics and art, yet for those same things I am devastated.

Such are the passions of my heart, too easily wrecked by girlish infatuations and a head full of numbers...

...a final note: screw gravity.

(At least the award is twinkling.) ]]> ~freizizania If I kill somebody, I will be tried as an adult. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/7660684/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/7660684/ Fri, 20 Jan 2006 19:18:33 PST And so I bid farewell to childhood...

...isn't this insane? The world ACTUALLY let ME grow up. Holy crap. I'm legally an adult! (gawks at the number that is two times nine with the word years after it)

(sings Happy Birthday to self)

What things I gain from entering adulthood...

1) I can buy cigarettes, the first step towards lung cancer (though not the first step towards consumption of carcinogens...God knows what they put in our food these days).
2) I can buy lottery tickets, the first step towards becoming addicted to gambling.
3) I can buy pornography, the first step towards becoming a pervert.
4) I can get a tattoo.
5) I can get my tongue pierced. xD
6) I can vote, but psh, like that's important. Seriously; this is America. It's not like voting's as important as shoes or drugs or adult video stores, right? (eyeroll)
7) I can be tried as an adult if I murder somebody. (sigh) I should've gone on that killing spree while I had a chance...now I have 40-some years before society starts seeing me as a senile, old fool who doesn't know better. Dammit. x_x
8) I can get into smashing, fun trouble if I date anyone under 18, even a guy at 17 and 11 months! However, it is legal for me to date someone in his 40s. (Gee, that's kind of a twisted philosophy...)

Pretty stuff...

Ahahaha...you actually thought I got gifts, didn't you? Nope, but that's all right, because this year...people (including myself and my parents, who were unaware before 11:30 PM for my 17th) actually remembered my birthday, which is a stunning thing in itself. I feel special and loved; in fact, so far this semester I've felt decently pleasant. It doesn't matter that my sleeping schedule remains off its rockers and it matters less than I'm a diabolical maniac.

I feel like a sticky butterfly too fresh in the early season out of its coccoon, on the verge of being crushed before I can fly...and at the same time I'm giggling and brimming with joy because I'm a butterfly. The beauty will soon tarnish from my comprehension, of course, but I shall enjoy it while it lasts and expect no less that when beauty does leave my sight I shall be sick of it anyway.

May I crave chaos once again by then and embrace it with gorgeous welcome.

Until then, <3, truly and surely. ]]> ~freizizania I feel HAPPY. No fainting before this expires. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/7606218/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/7606218/ Sat, 14 Jan 2006 22:31:21 PST
Hooray for getting things done! I'm ignoring my responsibilities, I have a tidy watch list, a finished piece of art...life is good.

Watch me catch my neck in the doorway and strangle myself before the sun wakes up. Isn't that always the way optimism goes?

Perhaps I should return to my pretentious, transient joy. Absorb the glorious vibrations that course through my veins at the completion of a new work. Oh, how fearful I was to draw something big again...I fretted that I might have lost the ability to draw, to be quite honest. Don't really know why - paranoia, I suppose. Inherent honesty. The eye and mind and mania of the critical creator. But I'm happy to know the nonsensical, dizzying exhilaration I gain from the work of the piece hasn't left me. The part where I kneel on my bedroom floor at those terrible, early hours that God doesn't protect from insanity, nose nearly to the paper in unattainable concentration, lips bit in harshly to prevent any stray drop of mouth water, and soft music playing near my ear, just loud enough to be percepted.

Bliss.

I'll hate myself tomorrow, of course. But let us indulge in this gorgeous moment while it lasts, shall we? ]]> ~freizizania Dry, Brittle Snake Bones are Nutricious. Yum Yum! http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/7548241/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/7548241/ Sun, 08 Jan 2006 19:33:08 PST
Something pleases me about the way they look. I suppose it's like how boys hover around pornography and girls around diamonds. God, they're gorgeous!

But I digress.

I am thinking...that I will draw something. But not #2 from my last journal entry. Sorry, but that project would take so dreadfully long and with school already begun I think I should like to save that project until I have adequate time to set a firm foundation for it. I still have something nice in mind, though. :)

I am also thinking that I'm not a bad writer. Ha. That'll change by tomorrow. But as of today, I think I am decent, and somewhat feel like submitting select works as deviations. But I don't know. It seems a lot of the time that written works get ignored on this site.

So I ask. If I submit something, will you read it? Comment on it?

Or will it gather dust until it implodes under the crusty weight of mites and disuse and lack of recognition?

Just curious. ]]> ~freizizania The stars are bombs and they murdered Christmas. http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/7500802/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/7500802/ Tue, 03 Jan 2006 16:23:43 PST
Its glow gives way to the first star, glittering at the pinnacle of an ebony branch, like a lonely Christmas light protesting the end of a decorated season. (Or perhaps it's the spark of a fuse ready to explode a bomb in celebration of that seemingly interminable line of commercials that proclaims faith but really means toys.)

I prefer the latter theory, which is good, because it is right. The fuse ignited has since ruptured to smog. There are no seraphs with golden harps now.

Two days from now, I shall surrender myself to the old routine of two-to-four hours of sleep a night and cuss over my fresh swarms of work and obligations. My frantic ways, though they never ceased, will be rejuvenated. Rather than be a set of needles breaking open crimson pockets in my flesh, my stress will once again be a glorious battleaxe, happy to maim and fill swimming pools with vast expanses of gruesome red.

But before I am reduced to a leaderless, blood-gushing neck, humor me. I should like to draw something, but cannot decide what among three ideas.

Should I pick...
1) The traditional piece, the cute piece, the fuzzy piece, the pulpy piece.
2) The digital piece, the shiny piece, the color overload piece, the impossible piece.
3) The undecided piece, the flowery piece, the surreal piece, the pretty piece.
4) Go eat pie.

Your input shall be appreciated and some day fulfilled.

Until then, it's dark outside. Close the curtains so nobody can see you in your computer-lit room and fire a metal bead through the glass at your brain. It would be a terrible pity to spatter blood all over your monitor.

P.S. Refrain from wishing on stars. These days, they only explode. Wish on numbers instead. ]]> ~freizizania Bursting Like a Newborn Virus http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/7483953/ http://freizizania.deviantart.com/journal/7483953/ Sun, 01 Jan 2006 22:38:37 PST
And on that head...



Welcome to my new gallery. I shall upload selected works from my old gallery to here as soon as dA stops being a jerk and cooperates with my attempts to upload.

Until then, just skip around and pretend there's art here and pretend to be awed. xD

:hug: ]]> ~freizizania