http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:oreides&section=today deviantART RSS for by:oreides en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Fri, 11 Dec 2009 02:55:00 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/28781364/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/28781364/ Sun, 06 Dec 2009 07:27:23 PST i have absolutely no tolerance for disrespect.
reader, if you have irresponsible and disrespectful friends,
you are responsible for associating with them.
you reap what you sow.
if you cannot handle alcohol without being foolish,
and if you behave worse than a child,
or if you associate with people like this,

do not create excuses.

clean up after your-fucking-selves.

grow up. pull your load.

respect other people's property. don't treat it like your own rubbish. it is not yours to be careless with.

advice:

no matter how nice someone is, beware of roommates with stupid, mindless friends.
or one day, after pulling an 11-hour shift at work,
when you are already irritated by burns on four fingers and feeling feverish from an oncoming sickness,
you will come home to broken furniture of yours and a trashed home.


i am not your fucking maid and my tables are not your playground. act your fucking age, people.

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/27576810/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/27576810/ Sun, 04 Oct 2009 11:28:27 PDT [link]
(spur of the moment raw god shining through life the way it does...)


st. vincent is one of the best "bands" i've heard in a very, very long time.
annie clark is a doll, with some serious talent to boot.
i was introduced to them because they opened for andrew bird.
i talked to her after the concert and she was very sweet.

the link above is from the video here. i HIGHLY recommend it... a work of art. a few songs from andrew bird, and the two duets he does with st. vincent. you can skip to the "dots" for different songs. half an hour of genius!
[link]

st. vincent myspace
[link]

st. vincent website
[link]

please support such a genuine, talented artist if you find it to your liking.

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/27249489/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/27249489/ Wed, 16 Sep 2009 17:17:50 PDT but i don't care.

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/26458157/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/26458157/ Sat, 08 Aug 2009 04:35:42 PDT
i've decorated, or should i say, pinned dozens of photos, trinkets and art magazine cut-outs all around my desk. whatever i want to look at for a while. i haven't done that for years and years, i'm always moving around so much i never wanted the hassle.

but i love this house, its downtown and within walking distance of many points of interest. and its dirt cheap to live here. so i plan to stay until i'm finished with college (whenever it is i go back, maybe spring, maybe next summer). so it feels like home now, and it feels really amazing to have a home. i wandered for a while, i've lived out of a suitcase most of the summer, so it's nice to feel grounded.

i'm closing commissions because i started a full-time job at a donut cafe.

well... and because no one commissioned me. imagine that.

it's an awesome job, i work 8:30pm-4:30am, 40 hours a week, $8.00 an hour. during my stay i create all sorts of handmade, old-fashioned donuts. i'm actually sore from my training, it's a really physical job. anyone who's worked at an actual bakery (not the kind of bakery with fucking boxes of frozen shit..) knows that dough is HEAVY and before it proofs and gets all fluffy and light, it's a tough bitch to work air bubbles out of.

but i enjoy my work, and once i'm fully trained i'll be working absolutely alone all night, at least until the decorators and fryers come in at like 3am. just me and my music, no customers or phones or bitchy employees. my boss is a great guy, pretty hilarious. he really needs me to work hard so he can pay more attention to another business he has in town, but what really makes me want to please him and do good work for him is that he NEVER sees his wife. she runs the donut cafe in the day, and he's asleep. he comes in to work the shift i'll be working, and she's asleep. he's always making jokes about how he and his wife havent seen each other in months, so i know it's really getting to him.

life is pulling together. it feels good.

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/25859628/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/25859628/ Tue, 28 Jul 2009 21:34:52 PDT trying to make my gallery a bit more eye-pleasing.. hrrnnmm.
i update much more slowly than i used to, so there's SO much old stuff.
soon enough i think i'm going to move everything before college into scraps, even the likable shit...

STILL open for commissions by the way. you know. uh.
i reduced sketch prices a crap-ton so you better bite, people.
all funds will go to getting a DOG. COME ON PEOPLE. ART FOR PUPPIES.
pound puppies. sad, cold, hungry puppies with big brown eyes.


---------------
prices:

DIGITAL

<sub>sketch-
-portrait $5
-full body $10
-$10 per additional figure

full color-
-portrait $20
-full body $40
-$10 per additional figure</sub>


depending on the request, scenery/background/detail, there might be an extra charge. but this will be discussed up front.



ANALOG

<sub>drawings- pencils, ink, markers, oil pastels, pens

paintings- acrylic or oil

shipping included in cost, but i will leave the prices of real media commissions open for discussion. BASE PRICE for smaller paintings would run roughly around $70.</sub>



TATTOO DESIGNS
_{$20 flat-rate for designs.
(i've been an apprentice, i'm crazy
about tats... i know how to design
a great tattoo.)}



PayPal only. get your spot now!

comment to reserve a spot.
pay half before, the rest after receiving your masterpiece.

(i am willing to do a rough drawing or two beforehand for approval.)
i'll draw anything.


1. -

2. -

3. -

4. -

5. -

6. -
...

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nevah give up!

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/25720168/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/25720168/ Fri, 03 Jul 2009 16:58:56 PDT
i am so poor. who wants to fund my whole survival thing in return for skanky arts?

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/24899867/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/24899867/ Sat, 23 May 2009 00:14:29 PDT
whaaaat!!!!

if it solidifies, i will become the shop's apprentice. oh yes............

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/24133727/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/24133727/ Wed, 08 Apr 2009 17:09:33 PDT
<sub>i will be putting some older paintings and drawing in my tat portfolio
(trying to get an apprenticeship in Moscow, ID..)

but currently i've been quiet because ive taken requests from friends
for real tattoos they want to get, as faux-clients
i think this is a good idea.. perhaps in the portfolio i will provide snippets of feedback from the "client"
because i am bound and determined to get a fucking tat apprenticeship

here is what i'm working on

1. sarah: 50's pin up girl + chrysanthemum flower... in progress

2. vanessa: cherryblossom tree + lotus idol(???)... getting info

3. tiffy: R2D2 (yes star wars!!!!) band... getting info/refs

4. tabitha: owl + whatever i want to make... getting refs

5. donegal: pheonix + whatever i want to make... getting refs

6. kara: matching wedding anniversary ambigram for couple... getting info


so far these are the requests i have.
i'm fairly happy with the variety.
if you have a cool idea, and would like a free tattoo design
comment with your idea!

(please no original characters, or copied designs from other tattoos.
requests are subject to decline based on how i see them "fitting in" with my portfolio. please don't be offended.)</sub>


]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/23842075/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/23842075/ Mon, 23 Mar 2009 00:31:51 PDT
i will be situated in the hilly valley between mountains.

i have taken a good look around me,
at the lovely missouri spring,
of the empty people and the suburban sprawl,
looking to the freedom of the countryside
and the bustling energy of the population,
and i have taken it in for possibly the last time.
i will miss my missouri misery, but its time to cut the chord.
poor kansas city.
i've just outgrown you, that's all...
nothing personal.

it's just that
the west calls and
i've decided to answer and
it's better for these goodbyes to be short and
i just can't turn back to look at you when i go.

in one and a half days i will be wandering the treacherous denver airport,
and i will observe the people,
perhaps take the time to build in my sketchbook figures and faces,
since my layover will be a bitch.
and take that in, too.
i'll take it all in and
remember the Great Escape down to the most
useless and unimportant detail,

because,

change is swift and tastes sweet,
but you have to adjust your palate
to fully comprehend the flavor.

portland,
seattle,
moscow,
redding,
mountains,
idaho,
my love and love for
life,

here i come.

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/23484428/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/23484428/ Mon, 02 Mar 2009 07:38:31 PST because earlier this week i slept 11-14 hours a night for a few days.

and i thought, "maybe i should go to bed?",
when i started telling my dogs about my love life in the kitchen.

then, "nahhh. i'm just being eccentric."

and then i started barking through my open window to try and scare off a few birds pecking at the snow.
[they were, of course, unfazed.]

and i realized, no, i really should go to bed. fuck.

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/23282416/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/23282416/ Thu, 19 Feb 2009 02:47:12 PST I flew to the sheep farm and saw the sheep, only no soy being eaten... then I flew even further to where the farm kept their monkeys.

2. At this point I was back, watching the television, and they were interviewing the monkey-keepers. She said she could talk to them, and she got a small monkey out and was talking with him.. her face was very distorted, in an almost disturbing way that dreams do, and she contorted her face like a monkey while she talked with it. It screeched back and there was some sort of strange translation going across the screen. I must have tried to sound it out, because our small family pet monkey (????) ran over to me on the floor and kissed my cheek happily. My family laughed and said that I must have told him I loved him. (whhaaa)

3. Across the screen the monkey kept being translated, and this is all I remember scrolling across the screen:
"I am the dark knight, I cannot die."
Even in the dream I found this strange for a monkey to be saying. And then I was pulled back into Africa, where the keepers were.
There was a half-man, half-monkey who was very scared of me. I don't remember why, but he cowered away from me. I can't really remember much else from that part of the dream, except talking to a few handlers.

4. I had a random dream where I was watching killer whales beaching themselves in a sort of aquarium tank, it was not their real habitat. I think I know this because the ground was blue, like the cement around the whale exhibits. But there was a very large killer whale that had large legs, and he took the opportunity of the helpless whales to kick them around and beat them up on the pavement. Uhhh okay...

5. I had another dream where I was riding on top of a bus, and I looked down through some sort of sunroof at the driver, and it was Chris Farley (????!!)... he seemed a bit down, and I suppose we were shooting a comedy film, because he was complaining that he wasn't funny enough, and I was shouting through the opening that he was, encouraging him, etc. haha...

6. I had a strange dream where I was walking onto the balcony of a church, it seemed familiar like a place I've dreamed of before. I was carrying a dead body in my arms for some reason, but it didn't bother me. I was carrying the body to a funeral already in sesson, so I went through to the top level balcony with the body to watch. A man asked me, "do you like asians or something?" and I was very confused, and didn't answer. I supposed the funeral was an asian lady, since he asked. I set the body down, and as I did, several elderly men fell down a step or two near me and caused a lot of quiet, whispering commotion. (I hate hate hate seeing old people fall, it really disturbs me.) I was so bothered by this I wanted a cigarette, so I left with the dead body in my arms to find a sneaky place to smoke. I remember feeling kinda bad about smoking outside of a church, haha, but I did anyway.

7. I must have left the body, or forgot about it and moved on to another part of my dream. I went for a walk to get away from the church and came across a deserted playground. A lot of it was old and getting torn up, so I just walked around to look at it all. There was a newer section that looked so pristine with such bright colors, but then I caught sight of a set of swingsets out next to a ledge. I went over to it and started to swing by myself, and for some reason I knew it had just rained. I looked over my shoulder and saw large, thunderous, terrible looking clouds headed my way. Since my back was facing the ledge, I had a grand view of these clouds. I got a bad feeling from it all, so I jumped off the swings and headed someplace else.

8. I ended up breaking into a lady's house, I think she was the lady I sat next to at the church so I knew she wouldn't be home for a bit. I found a bunch of chocolates and fancy candy and started eating them.. hahah. They were wrapped strangely and came in the most curious of containers.. like a container within a container, it was just odd. I saw her walking up to the door from the front window so I scrammed, I think I ran out the back door to avoid her. (but i knew she wouldn't care, she was so nice and proper.)

there's more, but i think i'm pretty much... ]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/23206212/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/23206212/ Wed, 18 Feb 2009 03:36:53 PST Man: He was trying to turn his alcoholism into a positive thing instead of attacking the guy who raped his sister.

--The Strand Bookstore


i love this website so much.

[link]

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/23095238/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/23095238/ Mon, 09 Feb 2009 02:41:50 PST i've decided.

-parties just make me cynical

-fuck it all, i'm just going to do what i want to do

-i'm going to stop trying so hard to make people happy,
because they dislike being happy anyway
and it all makes me very tired.

-the next guy to corner me and intrude on my personal space
gets his eyes scratched out
and the next guy who tries to kiss me without permission
will lose a lip.
and i will laugh covered in blood! fuckers!

-i refuse to care.

-i refuse to give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks i should be doing.

-i refuse to love anybody or anything ever again. (lie.)

-i refuse to give up smoking, because it keeps all you motherfuckers alive.

-i choose life, and embrace how terrible and fucked up it gets,
in order to embrace myself,
and how fucked up i get.

-there is nothing here for me, and thus
i have nothing to lose.

lets stop all this bullshit idle banter one-lined double spaced hoonanny

lets get to the point.
is there anyone left who actually has something to say?
stop puking up everyone else's trash.

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22935132/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22935132/ Sun, 01 Feb 2009 03:40:48 PST
i woke up this morning to her shrieking voice at my locked door, and just like those well-programmed firemen, shot out of bed.

my sister had another breakdown.

it felt like some sort of Royal Tenenbaums spoof, tossing on clothes and driving like hell bats to her home. she was afraid of hurting herself again. her husband took the kids into town and left his phone at home.

she hadn't slept in two days. for me, that's my peak. but my sister doesn't have a bipolar outlet. i could always cope with it, if i had art. i roll with the punches with my mood swings, almost on a weekly basis. but she bottles it up an deals with it yearly. so when she pops, she explodes.

her small boy had hit a sibling, and in her sleep-deprived madness my sister slapped his face. after that, she just shriveled up inside herself and went mad. a bad mother, a freak, she cried to my mother and i about these things she found herself to be.

everything's fine now. everyone made up. when we left, mom held her in bed and did her best to encourage sleep. and she did, for 10 or 11 hours.

i love my family. we have an interesting time.

being at home again, the drop-out i am, has been fun.
but i'm going to really enjoy moving out in the spring...

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22877967/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22877967/ Fri, 30 Jan 2009 14:49:46 PST
so i finally lay down after drawing and reading until about, ohhh.. noon-thirty, that's right, because i checked my phone right before i closed my eyes. i am expecting some sort of call, from a subway, because i need a job that bad. i slept with my cell phone in hand, and tried to imprint a "NO MOVING" policy on my body, so i wouldn't fling the phone to god knows where.

when i woke up, i saw i had a missed call from an unknown number. of course i thought, oh shit! subway!

"'ellow?" (mexican accent)
"hi, i got a missed call from this number?"
"whut?"
"a missed call."
"no."
"....no? uh, yes, but okay."
"uh-huh." [click]

then i think, what the fuck, no? who denies a missed call? i had the number, you dumb bitch, tell me where you got mine.

then, not twenty seconds later, i get a call back from the number with a man on the line who spoke the worst english i have ever fucking heard.

"hello?"
"aye, is diss _{mumble mumble}.."
"w..what?"
"nevermind. wron' numbah." [click]


just to make sure this wasn't subway, which would have crushed me, i googled that phone number.

never seek out Fred's Auto Service in KC, MO folks.

they're a bunch of crazies and you can't understand them anyways, goddamn it.

after that, i let my dog out to piss. he terrorized the horses, running along the fence yapping and being an idiot. but you see, the thing is, it's very muddy over there. i opened the door to tell him to fuck off the horses and call him in, and he had some goddamn muddy paws. and i thought, you know. someone else can deal with it. someone else raised these collies to be fucking retarded, and won't correct their incorrect pet owner bad habits. no matter what i tell them.

so, i thought, fuck this dog's paws. i don't care what he rubs them all over. maybe that'll teach em a lesson. so have at it, doc. rub your grubby paws all over everything that smells expensive. and if you have time, bodyslam the fucking big screen.

i would love nothing more than to shoot holes through their two fucking gigantic televisions.

both of them, always on, no matter where they are in the house. stupid, stupid fucking reality shows. there is nothing real to it. fake stupid shit that oozes down your fucking spine. STOP ABSORBING the fucking satellite. go outside. play with the dogs. talk to me. anything, just stop soaking up every television show like someone has a machine gun to your genitals.

fuck television. i never really cared that much until now. until i saw the worst of it. this is war, people. and now i'm angry.




i want to terrorize tegaki.
why, though? i'm just a sick fuck sometimes.
---

ALSO VERY IMPORTANT!!!:
i realized that my dA ava has been the same since i joined.. in like.. 2003 or something.
should i change it? it seems so classic to me now.
six year old ava of a carnivorous deerlet.
i'll miss 'em too much.

~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22806140/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22806140/ Mon, 26 Jan 2009 02:05:07 PST pass it will,

but in the quiet chord changes i find burning clues of where you've haunted me.

let it go to rest. do you know of what you do?
i really doubt it.


_{i've been thinking of the things that i missed
situations that i passed up for this
one way love i took for ours
i'm through trying now
it's a big relief
i'll be staying down
i wasn't good at being a thief
more like a clown
make it over}
-elliott smith

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22711709/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22711709/ Fri, 23 Jan 2009 18:07:52 PST ARUGHH. ARUGH!

so something shitty happened last night. my "d" key is broken.
i have a laptop.. so this is not easily fixed.

now every time i write, i have to set my copy+paste as a "d".

at least it makes things more interesting..
maybe this is a sign from god that i need to get out more.

i'll take the hint. sheesh.

edit
suddenly, my whole keyboard has a fit.
-"h" key is a rough key, you have to push it down hard.
-"d" key will suddenly start working, but it spazzes out when i'm not even typing, and in every textbox i have open there will be "ddddddddddddd"s.
-right arrow key is fucked up.

arugh.


in other news, i finally have a word to match the most terrible sensation in the world. (funny, the title finally relates!)

Haptodysphoria
"It relates to the uncomfortable sensation one gets when touching soft things, like cotton balls or peach fuzz."

yay!

---

i am a beast.
give me love and i turn into a kitten.
so don't be scared.



livejournal; [link]
myspace; [link]
whiplash.pitas; [link]

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22673470/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22673470/ Mon, 19 Jan 2009 12:47:05 PST

[link]

this is... the most terrible thing to happen to me in years.

i want to crawl into a hole and die.

MAINSTREAM SHITBAGS YOU POISON MY WORLD

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22665104/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22665104/ Mon, 19 Jan 2009 01:37:56 PST
does anyone still read this, who knew me in highschool?

do you remember my past stepfather, Jim the asshole?
i learned something... very very strange.

my mom talked to some guys that work for him at a New Years party, and apparently he's into
METH and COCAINE now. he's skinny as fuck and more of an asshole than ever.

and get this...
i guess a while ago he hired some kid right out of college, the kid was bipolar. very bipolar.

and i guess he rode this kid really hard, just treated him like shit and was always yelling at him.

(the guys told my mom they stay working for him because it pays well, but they have to talk to each other to figure out what mood he's in...
otherwise they don't dare talk to him.)

well he was riding this kid hard, just being a huge dick and ruthless.
and one day the kid went home for lunch and never came back.

Jim called him so many times, leaving him hateful messages about what a fuck up he was.

he finally got a call back from this kid's family.

Jim rode him so hard, the kid went home,


put a shotgun in his mouth,

and blew his brains out.

....


this is why i am such a strong person.
this is why life dealt me Jim in the past.
my heart is tenacious because my most tender years
was spent under this man's roof,
i am grateful for it. but he is an evil, evil man...

but i know how that kid felt. Jim has a way of poisoning life.
do you know how many times i wanted to blow my brains out?
i'm bipolar too. but i'm really good at being bipolar.

when my mother told me about this, i kept saying, "oh.. fuck. oh, fuck. oh.. fuck..."
because i understood why, i suddenly got a rush of all those thoughts and feelings Jim made me feel.
feeling like shit, like scum, like such an idiot. a real idiot.
like a fuck up, like i'd never do anything right.

my heart ached for that poor kid. poor kid. Jim does this to people.

Jim is the only person i wish would just.. die.
i hope he overdoses on meth or cocaine and withers away.
just let his hate and drugs eat him alive... he is poison in this world..
he is the ultimate energy vampire.

but do you see? no one really understood how terrible Jim was.
he is a dark person. very dark.

and i was suffocated in that darkness from the age of 9 to 17...
it feels like an entirely different life.



livejournal; [link]
myspace; [link]
whiplash.pitas; [link]

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22625235/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22625235/ Sat, 17 Jan 2009 01:12:46 PST
today was a day of running down kansas city streets still covered in snow and sliding three feet.
staring intensely at distracted people in coffee shops from outside the window.
impromptu singing and otherwise noisemaking...
today, while we were parked at a gas station, i got out of the car and cleaned Sam's windshield in the bitter cold. i am a good person. good person. i am a. i am a good person.

i do this thing a lot, i scare people sometimes. i don't know why it scares them, well it's understandable but i don't find it frightening.
but i often say things right before others do, out of nowhere, random bits of speech and words strung together they opened their mouth to say. why? i don't know. i never think about it, it just comes out and the look on their face is priceless. that happens often, i wonder what it means.

mind reader? i read people well, but minds are another story.
(dogs fucked the pope, no fault of mine.)
people are strange, so very strange.
now why is that look on your face?
now why would you do something like that?
now why did you react like that?
now why...?

people don't like being questioned, i suppose. and i reckon that's not an unimaginable response... predictable, maybe, but not any less strange to me.

i am an open book! my pages are old and dusty and people forget me on shelves. maybe i'm not mysterious enough. maybe i look people in the eyes too much. maybe this and that and oh forget it. i'm too lazy to care.

_{i think i will start writing more often in my livejournal.
or start a secret tumblr account and leave deep dark secrets there.
yeah, i'll do that, livejournal got old.
deep dark secrets!... i hope i have some left.
i'm sure i can muster up some good ones.}

fuck that. my pitas blog is going to live again.
[link] <--- blog from.. shit... 5 years ago?
amazing it's still around.
beware of it, if you dare to visit.
it's a honest, dark place very special to me, despite how full of angst and self-loathing it may be.
(because it's real and uncensored)
no comments, no worries, no hassle
i miss that
i can breathe there
i miss that a lot.

going back to reread old blogs from 2003-2004 makes me want to sob and cry and hug myself.
i've come a long way, but i think not much has changed. just my tolerance for myself.
but it seems i used to have so much more heart in what i wrote back then...

"i wrote this?"
i feel like every week i'm a new person, so looking back at these entries makes me feel so old.
i'm so old for a 20 year old...



<sub>"Hey honkies. You folks wanna buy some heroin? Goddamnit, I'm serious. All I'm trying to sell you is some pure fucking smack! This is the real stuff! You won't get hooked. I just got back from Vietnam. Ahahaha... scag! Pbbbbbbb... I wanna sell you some pure fucking smack... pure... fuck... "

"Goddammit you bastards! Pull over! I'll kill you, I'll kill you! Pull over, come on!"

---
"Alright listen to me. In a few hours, she'll probably be sane enough to work herself into some kind of towering Jesus-based rage at the hazy recollection of being seduced by some kind of cruel Samoan who fed her liquor and LSD, dragged her to a Vegas hotel room and then savagely penetrated every orifice in her little body with his throbbing, uncircumcised member."

"That's so ugly, man!"

"Fuck. Truth hurts."

"That's, argh! Argh! That's argh! Argh! That's argh!"

"Argh!"

"I wanted to help her, man."

"Well, you'll go straight to the gas chamber for this one. And even if you manage to beat that, they'll still send you back to Nevada for rape and consensual sodomy. She's got to go."

"Shit. It doesn't pay to try to help someone these days."

---

Don't fuck with me now, man, I am Ahab.


http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22592598/ Thu, 15 Jan 2009 09:21:08 PST closed requests so's i can finish what i have

btw it's really cold but i sewed the button back onto my long black wool coat and i am so,
so warm. fuck you winter!! i even have gloves this time!!


livejournal; [link]
myspace; [link]

]]></sub> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22552335/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22552335/ Wed, 14 Jan 2009 15:21:50 PST
i was feeling so strange today. i couldnt walk outside the office to smoke a cig on the balcony without my skirt, literally, blowing up and not staying down. it was really fucking cold and there are always people around. you know what i did? (at the time i thought i WAS SO CLEVER) i got some bulldog clips, you know you use them for art and chip bags and shit, and pinched them onto the hem of my skirt. four of them. worked like fucking majik. i was worry free, the counterbalance was just so.

i need to sleep more often. i was almost so loopy while i was folding hundreds of business letters and stuffing them into envelopes (hence the papercut reference) that while i was listening to Pink Floyd and drifting out into a daydream, i thought about asking mom if she's ever tripped before. (i'm positive she has.)

bad idea.

when you start wanting to have discussions with your parents about drugs,
you know it's time to finally sleep.

but i will only sleep for the prosperity of my family and nothing else.




-------tangible edit ---------..-

Today, Ashley Bailey (20) was arrested by the fashion police for illegal and stunning abuse of torrents, but she was clever enough to sneak her ipod into the jailcell, and enjoyed Andrew Bird's new CD Noble Beasts for hours until her friends rioted her out of custody.

She gave a speech upon being freed,

"I just don't know what to do now, but I know something must be done. First public demonstrations, next...? Expect things, baby, keep expecting to expect me to change, because I'm gonna change the world with me, and you better be keen. You better be ready to split when the whistle blows. Because everyone's blowing up and the side of the fence you're facing should have fresh paint and fresh blood, but not our blood. Sticky, brown, dried blood full of maggots. Does anyone have a cigarette? Oh, oh thank you. A light? Thanks, really. Yes things must change with these tides. You can't expect the moon to do all the work. That's just pitiful apathy at it's worst. Oh, shit, my cherry fell off, can I get another light? Thanks man, I'll smoke it right this time. I was ashing too hard. No, No! We must rise up against this police state, fight hard and long all night, pull at their hair tenderly, bite the lips of our slavemasters, and pull them screaming and writhing down into the pits of an orgasmic hell of bodily fluids! Together we will be like feathers on an extinct bird of prey holding barrels of chapstick. We will grease the rusty backbone of America. Do you know how long I've waited for this day? I'm too drunk to be doing this. Can I please get a glass of water? Is that an orange shirt you're wearing? No one will shoot you now. I take that all back, everything I just said, because it all depends on which way the wind blows through your hair."

She announces that she plans to paint her entire body green, refuse to wear her glasses while driving, and pretend to play the guitar more often. The rest, they say, is up to the tarot cards.


...

don't worry i'm going to bed now.

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22430689/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22430689/ Tue, 06 Jan 2009 16:02:58 PST
these dreams all happened in one night. i had more than this, but these are all my memory could lend me. i've never remembered this number of dreams from one night before.

-first i am a young girl, lying in bed on the phone with an older man. so much older, it's definitely illegal, and i know it. he's telling me very dirty things, and i make use of my hands. i stare up at the mantle behind my bed at Jesus figurines.

-now i am a kid in a giant gym with other kids, who all look like orphans. we are running around, whistles are blowing. i run down the stretch with other kids, and we are rolled kickballs continuously. one hits a little black girl in the head and i ask her if she's all right. she glares at me.

-something happened, i was in a neighborhood on a bike, looking up at the sky and screaming. that's all i remember. a bomb?

-now i am in a small rickety house with unrecognizable siblings. i'm the oldest. we are very scared, and had just woken up from something terrible. our house is filled, absolutely filled with flies. all sizes of them. i tell my siblings, lets open up all the doors, the wind is blowing very hard, and get these bugs out of here. we do, and our house is shaken the wind. i cover my ears and shut my eyes, but i felt gritty bugs somehow make it into my mouth. i kept spitting, and i didn't want to breathe.

-next we are on a platform, when i open my eyes, looking down at the ocean and a hole that used to be our house. water is pouring down into it to fill it up. someone next to me whispers in my ear, watch. i see two Mercedes Benz's gliding through the water, looking like sharks. the voice whispers again, these are the new Angels. next i see two men on the platform, pulling guns on each other. the platform is soaked in blood. i thought, Angels are so violent these days.

-next i am a young boy, creeping around outside of a house that wasn't mine. i entered in slowly and carefully, walking around the hallways and inspecting the place. i was an intruder. it was very bright, colorful, cheery house. but it was very silent and quiet. i had taken my shoes off so i wouldn't make any noise. i pressed against the wall next to the stairs to listen to a conversation.


at this point i woke up and actually remembered all this, thought about it a few times to commit it to memory. this is why i remember these set of dreams best.


-next i am a vagabond with several friends, staying in hostels and bumming around. i am sitting on a staircase, i don't feel well. i look up and my friend, Alex, is grinning at me. he's wearing a very strange hat, like a fedora with a cloth attached to the front. he tugs on it, and confuses me. he says something to me but i wave him away, maybe i was drunk. i stumble up the stairs and away from him.

-we are huddled up on some kind of porch to sleep. everyone with me was cuddling with someone else, and i just pulled my knees to my chest. i couldn't sleep, i never usually can and that's pretty realistic for a dream (couldn't sleep in a dream... how funny.) instead i watched over everyone else and kept an eye out.

-we were at the back of a bus and i made a girl laugh so hard she cried.

-a couple girls grabbed my arm and pulled me to a bulletin board, where they were decorating things about people's birthdays. they told me to help, since i was an artist. i groaned because i really didn't care and i was still drunk. i had yellow tape, and thats all i used. i tore off two sections for eyes, and then multiple bits to form a smile. and that was it. they looked disappointed in my tape-smiley face, they were expecting me to be "into" it and make something cooler. i just laughed, and i looked over my shoulder and Alex was laughing, too.

-it was dark out, a very dark night, and i was with one other person. i think it was a girl, but i don't remember her face or who she was. we were on the run, trying to get away from someone. somehow i remembered a dream i had of another place and i decided to go there (i wasnt aware this place only existed in my dreams, to me the dream places i had visited were real and the "real" world was a dream, to me it was a real memory) and we entered the neighborhood quietly, moving through lawns and shadows. we had been running so far and so hard we both collapsed in someone's front lawn to get a breather... but i tugged at her and panted that we had to keep moving. we crawled, exhausted, to our feet and kept running. i pulled her next to a house that had good bushes to rest behind. we were very scared.

-i'm back to a dream i had earlier in the night, where i was on a bike in a neighborhood, before i saw something in the sky. i think it was the old neighborhood i used to live in as a... ]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22222241/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22222241/ Mon, 05 Jan 2009 21:04:04 PST that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it gets
I wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind
-old zen quote


last night i had an interesting dream,
another dream where i am someone else i can't recognize (this happens often)
(over the years i have gathered that somehow i tap into other lives through my dreams...
as crazy as that sounds.)

i walked into a shop (old fashioned) and laid my .44 magnum on the counter,
i was hot and i didn't want any trouble, the shopkeeper understood

i had a pack of cigarettes in my pocket and i pulled them out, expecting Camels.
but they were a brand i had never seen before- filterless, with brown packaging
i remember thinking, where did i get these?

a female cop walked into the shop to talk to the keeper, and saw my gun on the counter and got suspicious

i told her it was mine, and i didn't want any trouble.
she pulled it off the counter and made me nervous, i didn't like others handling it

after a minute she turned it around and handed it to me, and told me to put it away.

i kept looking at my cigarettes, i had a funny feeling about it, how did a brand i'd never seen before end up in my pocket?
it nearly triggered me to realize it was a dream, but it didn't.

but i thought it was funny, how like me.
...cigarettes is one of my lucid-dream triggers.

(though lucid dreams have become very frequent for me, it doesn't bother me when my triggers don't work... lightswitches usually do, though.)

other news:
-my hair is getting so long that im now adapting to the feeling of having hair brushing against my back and shoulders constantly (its been a long time)
-i have discovered Ratatat (the band)
-i do not know what to do with my time.. something tells me art should be involved, but lets not talk about that.


by the way, i'm taking commissions. if you're into that sort of thing.

___________________________________________

this is the best thing to ever happen to me.

100 Bullets #1-#86 torrent:
[link]

(windows comic reader)
[link]

(mac comic reader)
[link]

you, my friends, have no excuse.

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22043966/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/22043966/ Thu, 18 Dec 2008 05:30:38 PST
expect rorschach fanart soon enough

holy mother of god, i think i love him

(does that speak volumes about my mental/emotional health or whaaaat)

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/21777759/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/21777759/ Tue, 02 Dec 2008 03:44:28 PST
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.


-mr dylan

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/21237834/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/21237834/ Thu, 30 Oct 2008 18:53:24 PDT
strange dreams and visions cloud my life because they're the only thing that interests me right now.

comic story is all figured out, but it's been so long since i've drawn that it feels too heavy.

i really dont know where to go from here.

after waking up, i smoked my first cigarette since 3 am. like, 16 hours?
it was really nice outside. i sat on our picnic table in the dark and looked at the stars. it's been so cold lately, but a warm front came in. reminded me of spring, and wished i could skip winter this year...

though my night vision in the winter is so much better because of the snow... but driving on winter days blinds me. its the only time of the year i really need sunglasses.

anyway.

my life has sure gotten interesting lately, in a sort of boring way.

how are you? no, really. how are you?

how are YOU?

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/20645976/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/20645976/ Wed, 24 Sep 2008 03:31:27 PDT
i get so frustrated.
i'm trying to tell you a story! i'm trying to tell you about my life, my family, something that's more meaningful than most of this pointless shit i spout to keep your brain occupied and entertained with me!

"sorry, man, i cant really listen right now. too stoned."

i fucking hate people like that. you're too stoned to listen to me? what a goddamn load of shit. you can still pay attention when you're ripped, you moron. you're just using weed as an excuse to not give a flying fuck.

"i WAS listening but i can't talk."

so then why the fuck are you looking around at yourself and your hands and out the window? not even acknowledging me? that's the worst thing you could do to someone, ignore them when they're opening up and being real with you.

and when i tell you how rude and inconsiderate you are for totally blowing me off and shutting me down once again, in a fashion that makes it harder and more complicated to open back up, you look hurt. almost startled. what, you think you can disregard my feelings and get away with it? i've been played at that game for too long to put up with it. too bad, when you do these things, you're chasing away the only fucking friend you've got.

where the hell did everyone go. not just everyone, but the people who i liked being around.

i used to be so social. and now i keep slipping off to my hole in the wall to stare at my arms. i'll walk around this tiny space and hug my walls and press my face against the cold bricks. meaningless images being slowly collected on my bathroom walls from shoddy materialistic magazines. sprawl across the bed and stare at the grainy knots of wood. and think of times when i'd run the town dry with my cohorts.

now they're getting.. FUCK, MARRIED. auctioned off and paired up. you're in fucking college, you sheep. wait a few years, then you'll see how people constantly change.

even my fish died a day after i purchased them. i just can't keep anyone around these days. i keep straying from all these idiots because i can't stand being an idiot with them.

maybe i'm just a different kind of idiot.

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/20574193/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/20574193/ Fri, 19 Sep 2008 19:16:44 PDT
and i disabled the comments on my one and only sabriel drawing.

the lestat picture was deleted because it's absolute shit but i guess anne rice fangirls constantly use the search tools to wank off to lestat. because i am still getting a ridiculous amount of favorites and comments on a shitty, and very old, piece of garbage.

i disabled the comments on the sabriel picture because, while i did read the book and enjoyed it enough to render the character, it wasn't my favorite book ever and i was more or less just bored in the middle of colorado in a snowstorm. so there. and while i like it too much to delete it, i'm just going to disable comments, because like the lestat image it seems to be the ONLY thing that ever gets a goddamn comment.

let me stress something-- it's nice to check out old work by people on this website, but it's really irritating when nothing new ever gets a single glance, but all the old shit you hate seems to bring in the bandwagons.

wah-la. and thus i rid myself of more irritations.

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/20384541/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/20384541/ Mon, 08 Sep 2008 00:15:00 PDT
surely i must know! right!

i'm moving on. no . n. oon.

do you remember that time when i was me and you were you and we had a lot of fun together being ourselves ? what changed why is everything so realistic and dull now.

"where did the relentless joy and ridiculous jokes go"
down the drain, with all our money...

college drains me of everything that makes me myself.
why is it so goddamn necessary?
i'm paying to be robbed!

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/20280635/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/20280635/ Mon, 01 Sep 2008 21:22:22 PDT [link]

The MOST IMPORTANT conference ever held.
Infinite forms of energy, environmental dangers, the oil crisis, the Bush tyranny, extraterrestrial technology recovered by government.

if people like you and i do not hear the questions being raised and witnesses coming forward, we will never know what hit us.

this is the period in human history where it is most important to fight for the future of our people. OUR people! mankind!

this is where we get angry, get out of our politically apathetic state and demand disclosure of important information that could absolutely change the world.

the powers being held by these military-corporations are so immense, with trillions and trillions of oil money to pay for it all, that it will not be stopped unless we, as a public, overturn it.

so, what the fuck are we gonna do?

i am so angry and full of rage for the pain and suffering endured by people all over the entire fucking world.

we could so easily make this an incredible world.
if only we'd get off our asses.



if this resonates with you AT ALL, if this matters to you but you don't know what you can do, repost this everywhere you can on the internet. all your blogs and journals and forums. this is not a battle of strength, it is a battle of knowledge!

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/18918727/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/18918727/ Wed, 18 Jun 2008 19:37:38 PDT i haven't drawn in over a month.. too much drama, too many distractions.

anything you want, one or two concepts/characters/etc per person.

request something and i'll try and do them all, as long as someone doesnt suggest something i obviously will not do. (like furries or explicit yaoi...)

go.

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/18747287/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/18747287/ Mon, 09 Jun 2008 11:36:28 PDT it completely blew me out of the water, it's so amazing.
i believe it's a showcase in london by a performing french group...

tell me what you think. (yeah, it's creepy, but look below the surface.)

[link]

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/18395862/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/18395862/ Mon, 19 May 2008 09:09:05 PDT
Oh, My, Fucking, GOD.

You think it, you think "oh shit i'm seeing radiohead in STL, but i won't expect anything, because it's RADIOHEAD and i do not want to spoil this concert for myself and be disappointed."

But no. Of course not, they're Radiohead. Nearly three solid hours, despite TWO encores, of stuff from Kid A, Amnesiac, The Bends, Ok Computer, Hail to the Thief, and a few new songs from In Rainbows. THEY PLAYED SO MUCH OLD SHIT THAT I CRIED. I wasn't expecting a band, touring right after the release of a new CD, to please the older fans so much. It was an incredible light show, the back of the stage was pretty much the coolest live music video concept ever, Thom Yorke was eccentric and talked about donuts and panties to us, and hit every fucking note in every fucking song like it was a studio recording. PERFECT.

An absolutely fucking incredible concert. I don't think it can be topped. I honestly have my doubts.

Anyway, other than that, my life is rather dull?
I live in my own place now, taking some boring and overly easy online class about the library e_e; and playing too much Final Fantasy 8 as of late. but it's fun to go back to my nerd roots. I feel like drawing Squall lately, I forgot how much I loved his character, much more than most other FF leads...

So expect some fanart in order? Perhaps some more comic prelims and character refining, my free time has given me a chance to actually work on my own shit.

Trying to get a job here soon... I hope to god I can find one within the next couple weeks.

Wish me luck. How is everyone? Tell me something, how you've been, I miss talking to you guys sooo much.

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/17485432/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/17485432/ Mon, 24 Mar 2008 02:08:36 PDT
comics brewing between my ears.

trying to sleep more, but it never works.

smoking myself all sorts of unhealthy... mmm. but it's so good.

got a tattoo.

learned how to play a few radiohead and bob marley songs on the guitar.

trying to keep my head above the water, the water being school.

trying not to fail.

sorry i'm so distant. i miss you guys. keep poking at me, i'm here, just a little distracted.

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/16022716/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/16022716/ Fri, 21 Dec 2007 01:22:45 PST
a lot of stupid realizations lately. some of them more important than others. like the state of my love life being more or less permanent, given my ridiculous neurotic mumbling thoughts that will never let me just be happy without second guessing myself. and the sudden realization that the reason bigger women (in older times) were seen as beautiful was because they came before any physical or mental institution of money. so wealth wasn't measured in gold, but in something gold represents; in other words, the basics. kinda duhh, but still something i never thought of.

i have a painting and some life drawings i should really photograph and post, but frankly i never think to do it until night time, when all i have are several dim lights to use. i'll try and get some of this semester's work up. but it's not to much "me"-- that's to say it's mostly nude drawings and still life paintings, or paintings i'm still working on.
but, i'll try to get them up soon.

if i don't post soon, have a good holiday everyone.
i'm on break and terribly bored. if anyone gets just as bored... you should IM me.
bwahahaha. AIM: cherrycolaisrad

:<

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/15714123/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/15714123/ Wed, 28 Nov 2007 21:22:01 PST [link]
(if you have any trouble loading it, try stage6 or youtube.)
stage6 [link]
youtube (in sections) [link]

non-profit free movie. i've watched it three or four times now, and each time my mind just races with connections and awful things.
we need to change our world, it's much more fucked up than we think it is.

if you've never seen zeigeist, watch it with an open mind.
don't take it as the truth, don't be blind to your own mind like that. don't take anything at all you hear as the truth. explore the sources and the information for yourself.

television and the media has got us by the balls and we don't even have a clue. and the people using the media and television, they're much more terrible than you'd think.

try out the movie. it's everything this fucked up world needs to hear.

tell me what you think about it.
is christianity fucked up?
is this just some crazy conspiracy, propaganda, whathaveyou, the truth?
go on, watch parts of it. just keep yourself open but critical.



livejournal; [link]
myspace; [link]

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/15351907/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/15351907/ Sat, 03 Nov 2007 20:26:59 PDT my social life has taken a large blow, some people are a bit upset with me for my lack of.. well.. time. but eh, people make more friends as they go on.
i've been very happy with myself lately. i've found a nice inbetween, i never feel the need to drink or smoke anymore, but it's not like i'm teasing myself with it. if i do, it's nice, but if i don't, it's no loss. i like being there.

what's been keeping me so busy is the start of our art magazine, Hi-Res.
i tried to start something similar in high-school, but no one was into it, no one really believed in it. except my favorite art teacher, Mr. Williams. i can't wait to take a copy to him and show him what his faith in me means to me.

basically, the idea spawns from how great of an art program the Uni of Central Missouri has. i'm lucky to have stumbled upon such great faculty that not only let you grow as an artist, but do have something to teach you. from painting and sketching techniques and materials, to software. and the students here really have some great artwork, it's true.

since i started it and got the people together, i was somehow decided from the beginning as the editor-in-chief. it's been a long and bumpy road to where we are now, and somehow i made it. i had to somehow take the form of a leader, instead of a slacker, and oversee our five departments: art production, production, advertising, marketing, and editorial.

in a nutshell, we first became a school organization under the sponsorship of the Chairman of the Art Dept, Dr. Luehrman. after some organizing, he got us a meeting with Jeff Morris, director of publishing on campus. that landed us a print sponsorship, 1000 copies of full-color glossy. things just keep getting better.

we're working on a pitch to Admissions and the Dean, as well as a highschool/comm college program for the area. it's getting pretty hairy, but we'll make it. our ship date is Nov 12th, and that'll be tricky to meet, but hey. pressure is the key to a fantastic product, right?

somehow our connections opened up a lot of doors. a possible print sponsorship outside of the school (better print presses, more pages, etc..) as well as credited locations for our launching party in Kansas City and Warrensburg. we're having a big art auction in Kansas City, it should be interesting to see who shows up.. we have some nationally-recognized artists donating for us, as well as faculty and students. it's very, very exciting to not only be a part of this, but the head.

i'm sorry i haven't been around, i'll try and update some of my art on here.
and for all the comments i've recieved (over 200...) and haven't replied, i apologize. i just can't sit through my inbox and answer them all. please know that i fully appreciate each and every comment!

but, other than that... school's good... life's decent... i feel good. i feel complete. i have something to live for, and i appreciate that.

but the one-year-anni of dad's death is coming up, Nov 27th, and i hope it doesnt bring me down.
but, it won't. i won't let it.

(art soon!)..

and, if you feel like supporting hi-res (and have a myspace), add us?
[link]



http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/13665803/ Mon, 09 Jul 2007 01:07:25 PDT and they got out the guns and we all went to the shooting range on our back property
and i finally got to shoot the 45 glock that i'd been itching to shoot
(ever since i wandered into the shooting range at school and fired off a 40 cal handgun i've been wanting more)

mom said it was a bit scary for my second time with a gun
because i fired fairly quickly for someone so inexperienced and got 8 kills (two dead center) out of ten. (everyone was kind of quiet after i was done, because i guess the bullets went through the target board and knocked off some pretty big branches on the dead trees about thirty yards behind..)

i told her was just blind luck, and then she said, "you know, sharpshooting is in your blood. your grandfather was a sniper in Vietnam."

holy shit. that's kind of neat. i like guns. i hate them, but damn. i still like them.

(the glock kicks too much and is too heavy for mom, so she got her own Beretta. it'll be in around friday and she's gonna let me shoot that, i'm excited.)

i think when school starts again i'll go to the shooting range more often...





livejournal; [link]
myspace; [link]

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/12813185/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/12813185/ Fri, 25 May 2007 02:01:05 PDT i want to live without fear of death, without the fear of a life that wasn't mine completely.

"I'm the one that's gonna die when its time for me to die."

taking respectable roads, wise paths to a successful life. planned out, checklists.
what do you do when you get to the end of the road?
married, suburban house, decent career, safety. god, what the fuck kind of happiness would that bring?

i can't see that ending for myself. i'd rather die like my father died.
without much of a legacy when it comes to possessions, but one hell of a life he lived to make up for it.
that's something that can't be bought or backissued.

instead of money, my dad left in me something that can't even be put into words.
seeing his features in mine, similarities. something that makes me a better person.

and for this holiday, though overdone like holidays always end up being, i'll sit in front of his grave again and thank him for the greatest gift of all.





livejournal; [link]
myspace; [link]

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/12099217/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/12099217/ Wed, 07 Mar 2007 21:12:54 PST the next step: deleting the shit out of all the old junk lyin' around.
...some other time.

by the way, my friend just joined the devART world, he's a fantastic photographer AND IT WOULD BE AN HONOR TO WATCH HIM/ADD HIM TO YOUR FRIENDS LIST. that's how good he is. so go looksee at his stuff and you know, bow down to him.

jay kay. but no, he's really good. seriously. go see for yourself, you brats.

i'll update my gallery ferreal someday haha uhhhkbai



mah pawls:

livejournal; [link]
myspace; [link]

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/11629680/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/11629680/ Tue, 30 Jan 2007 23:20:20 PST
i can feel it in my bones. i got ideas, man, things flowin' and shit.
i guess things go to shit before they get better. expect more art from me soon.
i'm sorry that i lost contact with a lot of my art-frenz on here.. eugh.

one month? oh god. february, thank you for being short.

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/11308969/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/11308969/ Thu, 04 Jan 2007 02:43:11 PST
hopefully when i move to the UCC once school starts up again, i'll be inspired. we'll see.

i just don't know where the days go. what do i do for all those hours?
think of him?
probably.

i'll just sit around some more until my body tells me to give up and go to bed.

mm.

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/10907518/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/10907518/ Thu, 30 Nov 2006 22:15:22 PST
hard.

the flying bison are headed east for the winter.

i hate it when my ears close up and get all gross and infected.

michael will be stepping off a plane and into my world in three.fucking.weeks.

earlier this week, my father passed away.

the ceremony is on sunday.

strange times. i've learned that November sucks. really sucks.

catie isn't as fat and sassy as momo
AND HOW !!!!!

I AM (somewhat) TAKING ART REQUESTS BECAUSE I AM BORED
BUT SORRY IF I DONT TAKE A LIKING IN YOUR IDEA I'LL UHM KIND OF IGNORE YOU...
but shoot! go for it!!


<3333<333
catie catie catie catie catie
yardayardayardayardayarda
weelcahks

u go 2 heeeel

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/10611494/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/10611494/ Sat, 04 Nov 2006 07:56:18 PST school art assignments are eating at my soul at a very boring, slow-churned pace.
but it's all still-lives and stupid texture projects... ech.
i find myself sleeping through my classes... a bad habit, kids.
i hope no one else is having that problem. wouldn't want to wish that on anyone.

but i think i'm ready to ease back into my personal life of art.
because it's been far too long, and i think i almost lost that part of myself.
(would you believe me, that since July or August, i've only done maybe a total of... 3 or 4 drawings for myself? i shunned art completely.)

now my only worries are just how different my art is. hopefully it's not worse. we'll see, when the pens and papers hit the paper.

my parents finally built the fence around our property. i just kicked my three furry-assed dogs outside and left them there, what a beautiful thing. they love it, and i do, too.

i'm in love! but art is still my first love... kisses.

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aint got nothin' for ya

peace out errbuddy ]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/9626032/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/9626032/ Mon, 07 Aug 2006 08:09:49 PDT
but its been even longer since i've touched pencils and papers.
I SWEAR SOON A DAY WILL COME WHEN I ACTUALLY CREATE SOMETHING WORTHY OF DA.

fly, fatass, fly!!

i'm getting a

MACBOOK PRO (15.4-inch display, 2.16 GHz Intel Core Duo, 1GB RAM, 100GB hard drive..)
IPOD (comes free 'cause of student discounts?!)
ALL SORTS OF ART PROGRAMS/EDITING SOFTWARE
.....

who 'round hurr has a Mac? any tips? any good programs you rec?
any info or advice would be great. ]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/9364664/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/9364664/ Thu, 13 Jul 2006 12:23:20 PDT
that said, i'm going to try to get back into the swing of things, and work on the commission i've been fretting over daily for a while. but something tells me that when i'm in my dorm with my own laptop and things to do and places to be, i'll be back and be spamming dA with my junk.

not really to delcare an offical hiatus or anything, just letting you all know why i've been such a ghost lately. (and i'm going to try and go through my 200+ deviations in my messages and comment, but we'll see how that goes, eh?)

also, to who i've made plans with, i'm going to try my hardest and get your art-mail out to you soon. i apologize to those who have sent me awesome packages and haven't recieved anything back from me; i don't mean to be rude. and when i move into the dorms, i'll be sure and send you my new address.


amazing:

livejournal; [link]
myspace; [link] ]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/9074508/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/9074508/ Tue, 20 Jun 2006 01:17:35 PDT last edit i promise
i am broke and finding a job is proving to be really, really hard. fuckdamn. i'd clean the floors with a toothbrush if someone would just hire my ass to do it.

so i thought up the bright, highly unlikely idea that maybe, juuuusstt maybe someone would actually commission me. i know, long shot, but i'm just throwing it out there.

anyone think they'd be interested? :/ ashtray needs cash monies.
comment/note me if so.

OKAY WTF AFTER REVIEWING DA IT SEEMS EVERY AMAZING ARTIST THE EVER EXISTED IS WHORING THEMSELVES FOR COMMISSIONS TOO. i'm screwed.





edit two
sent me the coolest fucking letter.. SHE MADE ME STICKERS WTF. she made stickers of Kira, Arashi, Tenou and Risu. coolest stuff ever, i can't decide where i want to put them up yet. and i can't wait to cut my finger, because she sent me the cutest bandaid too-- IT HAS SUSHI ON IT. bwwaaah where do you get these things?! i keep finding the cutest stamps all over the letter~
plus she sent me some lovely art and a little onigiri sticker XD OH YEAH and i forgot because i'm wearing it, but the coolest little tiny black-&-white-beaded bracelet. gaah i don't even like most bracelets, but this little thing has stolen my heart. so cute.

kind of been on an art kick -- updated my dev ID, it cracks me up
GUESS WHAT IT'S FROM AND GET MY HAND IN MARRIAGE.

=mariessa : <3<3<3

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mell i fucking love you ;-;
she drew me ARASHI ART! AND VEIN IS SEME-ING HIM! GO LOOK!
[link]


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i've been trying to kick my own ass and draw more, and it's been working when my ass doesn't rebel. i think it's so bored that it figures there's nothing better to do.
if i'm not drawing, i'm trying to robot-dance to some daft punk or polysics. it's not working, but don't be hatin'. i'll get there soon 8D

oekaki'd for the first time in who knows how long, and realized that i missed it. a hell of a lot. so i may be ravaging the oekaki boards i haunt before the mood passes me up.

any requests? XD... i'm SO out of ideas by now.


amazing:

livejournal; [link]
myspace; [link] ]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8907779/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8907779/ Mon, 29 May 2006 02:43:30 PDT
just popping a journal entry to say that i made an oc fst (original char fan soundtrack) of all the characters i obsessively draw.

[link] << the .zip + playlist + bios are there

i worked pretty hard on it, it's a pretty lengthy playlist but
FREE MP3s?!
haha give it a chance and let me know on LJ/here?

thanks ]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8853376/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8853376/ Tue, 23 May 2006 10:18:41 PDT
i've been downloading lots of 90s music and stuff, and last night (couldn't sleep) i came across... a marathon of.. THE WAYAN BROS. i used to watch that show every. single. day. XD that and Living Single. goodness, i don't care what you say about the Wayan brothers, that show was the bomb diggity. there's another marathon tonight (on BET?) and i'm totally watching it.

tracks currently downloaded: (in order of winamp XD)

house of pain- JUMP AROUND
counting crows- Mr. JONES
snow- INFORMER
corona- THE RYTHM OF THE NIGHT
gin blossoms- HEY JEALOUSY
snap- I'VE GOT THE POWER
the cranberries- ZOMBIE
chumbawamba- TUB THUMPING
ace of base- I SAW THE SIGN
salt-n-peppa- WHATTA MAN
coolio- GANGSTA'S PARADISE
eve 6- BEAUTIFUL OBLIVION
goldfinger- 99 RED BALLOONS

and so on. XD;
got any others i missed? XP

(btw, does anyone want the oc fst i made? i dunno what to do with it XD; )

]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8808852/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8808852/ Thu, 18 May 2006 15:01:58 PDT
i'm creating a soundtrack present for catie. call it an oc fst : P based on our characters.. namely Arashi, Rober, Risu, Tenou, Kira, and Tori. it's gonna rock the world. filled with crack and sadness and bliss.

-i turned in my app to Borders bookstore.
-pirated limewire pro, and can finally download mp3s illegally. yay!
-i got my acceptance letter from CMSU. yaay.
-i bruised my knuckles playing extreme volleyball.
-i am sick and my throat hurts and i'm coughing up gunk.

anything new? ]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8738108/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8738108/ Sun, 14 May 2006 20:28:16 PDT edit

[link]
hahaha LAME. : P pictures from the trip. pretty much crap.
<33
it's nice to be home. *is sick*
i came home to an awesome letter from and an acceptance letter from CMSU. awesome. : P
who else wants to mail me art? haha i'm totally up to it if anyone else feels like being snail mail buddies XP!

<3ash


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In NYC now. we got in Wednesday afternoon, checked in, etc etc. It's been pretty wild so far. There's a nice Japanese place called Inagiku or something inside of the Waldorf, so mom and I just popped downstairs and I stuffed myself with cali and cucumber rolls.. mmm...

Then we opened up a bottle of red wine that the hotel gave us and I got a little tipsy.. whee.

It's weird to think that at home, everyone's still in school : X I keep wanting to call people, and then I realize that THEY'RE IN CLASSES. HAHAHAHHAHA!!

I think I could live here for a few years, if I went to School of Visual Arts. I love the way cabbies drive.. they're the most aggressive drivers I have ever seen. On our way from the airport to Manhattan, our cabby was darting around other taxis and semis and breaking my nerves. Nearly grazing pedestrians and somehow being able to get in front of other nutter taxis on a one-lane road. "That was actually pretty mild," mom said. haha. I love it.

I think I'm a bit of a city person. I don't think I can pass for a local for another couple years, haha, but the sounds and sights and even the smells. It's all so fake and completely different from the nice fresh air and quiet sounds I'm used to. I have my hotel windows open and I love the constant honking, brake screeching, rumbling and taxi whistles on Park Ave that really never end. And looking out my window to see Manhattan skyscraper after skyscraper is unreal.

This hotel is incredibly fancy, I feel like a pampered hillbilly. Mom asked me to go get ice, so I set off for an adventure. We're on the 25th floor in a suite, and there were some maids around and they told me that there are ice machines in the Lobby, and on the 26th floor lobby. And I should have known, hmm, a floor higher with it's own lobby? uhh?

So I'm dumb and go to the 26th floor, but the lobby is locked. I was thinking of getting out my room key and trying it on the door, when BAM.. some Japanese businessmen open the door. I apologize and step out the way and they freak out too, in their polite Japanese accents, and hold the door open for me, nodding and stuff. They were two very distinguished looking men with a very, very hot teenaged boy. He seriously looked like a younger version of Gackt. (Is that possible?) Oh my. So anyway, I walk in, blushing beet red, and then I realize that this is the personal lobby of the richest-of-the-rich . (the only floors above us are floors 26 and 27.) I stammer out to the woman at the counter that I need ice, like an idiot, and that I was told to come here. She smiles and takes my bucket, personally going into the kitchen to get it for me. Oy vey. The lobby was like a personal cafe for executives, and regal looking businessmen and their wives were sitting at tables looking at me. I was so goddamn embarrassed. When she brought back my bucket, it was nearly overflowing with ice (the lid wouldn't set) and so she even opened the door for me. I guess this type of shit is normal for such a nice hotel, but I'm not used to being treated so well. haha

So at times I do feel out of place, but it's all in good humor. I came back and told my mom about it and she laughed really hard at me. Then we smoked and watched MTV.

The windowsills here are like, two feet wide. I know I should be outside walking around, but I just love putting a pillow up there and reading my books and listening to music and smoking with all of Manhattan in my view.

Tomorrow I'm going to several art museums and galleries, walk around, etc etc. Mom will be in a day-long meeting type thing, so that'll be my day to self-explore. I'll take pictures for ya'll. We walked around a bit today, so I think I'm starting to get to know the streets and stuff better. Catie was right, with Manhattan on a grid system, getting around is fairly simple. (and you know what? i was worried about crossing streets with those crazy bastards driving around, but if you stick with the locals-- and you can tell who the locals are -- you'll never get run over.)

Then Saturday, my last day, we check out in the morning and mom is going to take me around south Manhattan, to Soho and Chinatown and stuff. And maybe a Broadway show, it sort of depends. Our flight leaves... ]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8645569/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8645569/ Mon, 01 May 2006 19:28:58 PDT
ESPECIALLY SINCE *iliketoast DREW ME THE MOST AMAZING BIRTHDAY PRESENT IN THE HISTORY OF PRESENTS I HAVE EVER RECIEVED.... TENOUxKIRA FANART!!!

tiffy is amazing!! check her out ;0; she's an amazing artist, and the most wonderful person. ahh, tiffay, i looovvee youuuuu.


also: i am getting a new phone. with a screen. it's sweet and slides down and everything.

bobby: it is time to text. until we grow big enough balls to call each other XDD we're so lame.

hahahah anyways, something else pretty neato is that my whole family is rallying together to buy me a graduation present of.. get this.. an APPLE iBOOK. sweet tatties!!





]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8584072/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8584072/ Tue, 25 Apr 2006 17:24:36 PDT
and i started singing it before my 7th hour french class began, and "Xavier" and "Félix" (Matt and Austin) turned around and stared. so apparently i sound EXACTLY like j. blunt when i sing "You're Beautiful". isn't that sad?

by the way.. my french class name is Fabienne. (pulp fiction much?)


I FUCKING HATE SCHOLARSHIPS, COLLEGE, AND TUITION FEES, AND ALL THAT OTHER COMPLICATED RETARDO SHIT THAT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH. FUCK YOU FAFSA!!!

someone draw me pickedtures. i need presents. :C

i watched some little kid's animal show on PBS today.. it was about puppies. i couldn't stop watching.


current shit to do: Crime & Punishment project (FUCK YOU RASKOLNIKOV), 4 art projects, finals, GETTING A JOB. OH NO. and being a cool kid in my sailor jacket, ho-yes.

current realistic college choice: Central Missouri State University (barf)

current dream college: School of Visual Arts -NYC (siiighhh)



]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8555575/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8555575/ Sat, 22 Apr 2006 22:10:33 PDT
i want a tattoo on my face. THIS AMAZING DRAWING BY VOLT has resurfaced my strange but several-years-long desire to tattoo my face, maybe like Doa (from Blade of the Immortal) or Jack.
my mother would kill me. or die. "you can't get a job"/ "you'll regret it when you're old"/ "tattoos should be hidable!!"

x_x;

well.. i've been thinking. hopefully i wont be having a job where i have to deal with people or do anything but sit in a studio. so maybe it wouldn't be so bad. and i don't plan on living past 30, to be honest. i've made a pact with myself that if i'm 30 years old, unmarried, without much to live for, i'm totally gonna live a really scandalous, junkie, sinful and dangerous life. and hopefully i'll die by gunshot wound or something. i don't want to die 80 years old stuck in bed with some nurse wiping my ass. i wanna bleed to death or something unfortunate.

and.. well.. we'll see how things go.

2.

i got a scholarship. it's not finalized yet, so i won't make a big deal out of it and stuff. but hopefully things will go through nicely.

3.

my IB exam went okay, the guy was really artsy-fartsy and used a lot of artspeak and big words. those kinds of people rub me the wrong way, but oh well. i don't think it was too bad.

4.

two weeks of high school left. some finals, a project, and i'm gone to NYC. then graduation, then a full-time job at Borders/some waitressing job, and that's that.
then.. CMSU in fall.
i cant tell if i'm okay with that or not, but hey. free money?


it's raaainnninngg
]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8460908/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8460908/ Sun, 16 Apr 2006 18:50:41 PDT SO.
i am staying at the waldorf in nyc.. mmm mm i need to go clothes shopping for nyc, its been around a year or two since i actually aquired new clothes. is that because i'm poor or lazy? you'll never knooowww..

also: i met some of the hottest drag queens ever. why do boys always have the best hair?
friday-saturday was probably the most fun i've had in ages. hot grrrls and smartly dressed boyyzz. what a party.

how was your weekend, world?
(for some reason my hair has decided to be super-Greek-boy-curly. whhhaaa???)


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*screams*
YES ITS TRUE *0* if i can schedule my finals early with all my teachers, my mom will take me to NYC with her May 10th-14th on her business trip! hahahahahhaHAHAHA! the 10th-13th, she'll be gone all day in important meetings with bigwigs, and i'll have the city to myself XDD... though i wish i had someone to go with.
and the 14th, she'll take me and show me everything, since she used to go to NYC a lot and knows the city fairly well. aahhh... we'll be staying in a really nice hotel that's like, $500 a night and smack dab in midtown T__T;; I'm so happy. she said this is my graduation present @@;;

i just can't wait to look out the hotel windows at night and smoke and stare at that fucking city.
i've been everywhere else in the US, from the boonies to LA, but i have yet to visit NYC.
jesus i am so excited.
IF ANYONE LIVES/HAS BEEN TO NYC... tell me what's what XD any places I should go?
fuck, yo. ;_; i want to kiss someone right now. i soo happpiii
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yes, that's right, it's NINETY-FOUR DEGREES OUT THERE!
and last week.. it was what, fifty-something? jesus. i love you, midwest. you put my ability to thin and thicken my blood to the test. (it took me a few hours to stop sweating. grrr, you!)

SOME GREAT NEWS!!

-one of my best friends, ariel (who is in that nude painting/scrapped photo XD) had two of her prints sell for 100$ each! and she had gallery offers! i'm so happy for her ;0; and jealous. that bitch.

-I AM FINISHED WITH EVERYTHING IMPORTANT. almost. i currently have under my belt:
----ACT test, IB record booklet, sketchbook requirements, THAT FUCKING RESEARCH PAPER, my english portfolio project, cuttin mah hurrs, UMKC app, KCAI app, CMSU app... @___@!!



all i have left is my finals, and my IB Exam on the 21st >0 working on: catie's char sketches, mell's letter, and... my hair. XD
i love you all!!
]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8395144/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8395144/ Fri, 07 Apr 2006 07:58:16 PDT
been exhausted of late, so if i seem distant lately, please don't be upset. in a week or so things will be a bit less stressful, at least for a few weeks. but generally i've been in a frantic, stressed-out, constantly overwhelmed-and-hopeless state of mind.

not to mention i just got called to student administration and given a four-hour detention. during MAP testing, the sophomores and juniors test for several hours, while the freshman and seniors go to little "activity areas". so i skipped and went to denny's with becky. and this old hag saw us and wrote us up.
mm. my grandma is pissed. and i bet my mom is gonna be, too. too bad i'm going to get home friday and crash. sleep and sleep.

sleep through prom, sleep through first fridays. but hopefully not my ACTs. i have to go take the ACT test saturday morning. D:


ib art + english + life = killing me. ]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8287313/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8287313/ Mon, 27 Mar 2006 17:30:15 PST
if i haven't already spammed you on AIM-- 's letter came today. @w@!!!!



i seriously went nutters... gaaah, baby, thank you so much!
sooooo prettyyy...




...*goes back to oekaking, giddily* ]]> ~oreides http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8224514/ http://oreides.deviantart.com/journal/8224514/ Tue, 21 Mar 2006 07:13:05 PST so, as soon as i can hook the scanner to the laptop or as soon as our computer gets fixed, i shall update with a few pages of the comic.. then upload it somewhere and link to that. (so i'm not flooding your messages/my gallery with it)

okay my dog is giving me the biggest "wtf?" look ever. i'm going nutters.



ahhh so talented..
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