http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:zeldaconnetion&section=today deviantART RSS for by:zeldaconnetion en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Tue, 15 Dec 2009 10:34:48 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/28818205/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/28818205/ Tue, 08 Dec 2009 03:00:21 PST <sub>30,000 pageviews?

What the hell?

What do I do that's so DAMN INTERESTING?!
Freaks. Thanks everyone. [:</sub>


]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/28694439/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/28694439/ Tue, 01 Dec 2009 16:04:41 PST <sub>FRIENDS, COUNTRYMAN- LEND ME YOUR MUSIC.
That is to say- I know I have some pretty hardcore techno and industrial lovers who know me here.
Well, I need some good E.B.M, Industrial, Techno, Trance or Electronic music. It doesn't need to be that genre specifically, I just need some really good fucking inspiration music in that sort of a category.
I'm gonna roam the interwebs and see if I can't find any, but I would like recommendations from people I know.


Cheers</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/28406336/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/28406336/ Tue, 17 Nov 2009 00:30:54 PST <sub>Filler.
Nothing you see here is real.


End communication.

Also, trying out this skins stuff.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/28036703/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/28036703/ Fri, 30 Oct 2009 22:56:20 PDT <sub>Well, I'm back from the investigation at St. Mary's Art Center. Curious? So am I.

Firstly, Tiera and I were the first ones there since we carpooled
Chris was sick, so I was taking over doing all the psychic readings of the house, spirit communication, etc. Those who WERE present were the one new team member Jeff, Valerie, Bert, Nichole, Mike B., Michael, Tiera, some members of Ghost Posse (Ron, his wife whose name escapes me, Daniel, and I think one more person, can't be sure), and the managers of St. Mary's Art Center, Angela and her husband Ron.

I was first teamed up with Nichole and Mike B.
We scrounged the fourth floor, which is renown for its high activity and a very uncooperative cast of ghosts.
We played Three card Ghosty (three card monte)
I lost track of my cards twice, which NEVER happens, then I interpreted some signals from one of the ghosts and chose the right card...
We also did some EVPs
during the precursor run-through of the house, Daniel was attacked and wound up with a scratch across his back, small, but still five fine red lines. No skin broken, but a definite scratch that didn't come from anything in the room.

After Nichole and Mike left I joined up with Tiera and Mike for the most part (we all floated around)
I was doing mainly spirit communication which, remarkably, took a LOT out of me as we progressed. I kept getting into a lower brainwave state each time- to the point where I was almost sleep walking. We spoke to a number of spirits, Frank, John, Bill ( I think there was a bill) the "big bad boy" who was very sour, three little kids- Cecila, Courtney, and Gerald/Gerard, an ex-prostitute named Lucille, Jim, Ken, and I can't even remember if there was more. It was only mildly draining, until...

We kept hearing from a lot of them that this one up in the fourth floor (the "Big bad boy" who went by far too many names to bother with) was very troublesome and mean, and was also responsible for some boiler trouble the managers were having, so Valerie and I went up there and softened him up for when the rest of the group came to stare him down.
Halfway in the middle of putting him in his place, Angela asked me to just get rid of him- which I was VERY happy to do.

So I started on the fourth floor, and he ran out after a while, Daniel kept getting things like "Hide and seek" and "Blood" on the Franks Box, I could feel him around the first (basement) floor, so I sent a pressurized burst of energy downwards to pin him.
We then went to that floor and I couldn't find him, so I had Mike read psalm...98? Whatever it was it was about God being victorious, which along with fitting the theme, was an attempt to anger the spirit so I could find him. It worked, and he was in the dining room/ex-surgical room.
I cornered him by blocking off any escapes with energy, and proceeded to finish the banishing, roughly banishing every "molecule" and "atom" of his "being". I wrapped it up with a nice cleansing burst (specifically targeted at his influence) and voila.

We continued with our investigation, which consisted of going around talking to various "guests" in the place, trying to get some documentation and EVP's, the evidence hasn't been reviewed yet, so I can't say anything for or against.
Although I was emailed by Angela earlier today and she said that so far, signs pointed to what I did working and she invited me to a Halloween party on Saturday. So we'll see if I can go or not.

It was a good time, all in all.


UPDATE
Not going to the party, Tiera can't go with me because of work so I don't really feel like bothering. I don't have anyone else to go with. So I'll either sit home and fuck around or go with Kory to the Comma's Nevada day celebration (woopdie doo.)</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/28006214/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/28006214/ Wed, 28 Oct 2009 03:58:59 PDT <sub>I should fucking be asleep.
Wanna know why I'm not?
MY FUCKING PARENTS HAVE BEEN GONE FOR FOUR HOURS.
I'm kicking their asses when they get home.
A) for making me fucking worried
B) for making me lose sleep
C) for making me lose FUCKING SLEEP
D) because I have an investigation tomorrow (TODAY) that lasts from 7pm to 7am

If they are not home in the next TWO minutes, I'm going out looking for them.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/27971076/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/27971076/ Mon, 26 Oct 2009 02:09:04 PDT <sub>Wanna know how fucked up America is?
Wanna know how fucked up the FDA is ?

A "Glymetrol" commercial, just stated, BLATANTLY, that it was a new form of treatment for Diabetes, and was running a "free trial".

Then it has the fine print that says "These statements have not been evaluated by the FDA, this product is not intended to diagnose, cure, treat, or prevent any disease"


...
Scale of 1 to 10
How fucked do you think that was?
If your score is over ten, add "in the ass" to the end, plz&thku.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/27598453/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/27598453/ Mon, 05 Oct 2009 14:22:17 PDT <sub>I've decided, on... Some.

I'm going to get the Kanji Aku (left shoulder blade)
VNV bracket (see my avatar- right shoulder blade)
"Saeiane Kveldulfr" in runes with a sigil for it under it (breastplate/middle of chest)
A sigil for balance on the side of my face (Both sides, between ear and eye)
sigil for "Shadow" on my back (middle)
sigil for "Darkness" on left shoulder
sigil for "light" on right shoulder
All black and white, the sigils will be my own design, so that no one can ever copy them unless they pull an asshole move and copy them after seeing them on me <.< At which point I will cut them off, because they're my designs.
I'll probably get them over a long period of time, but I'll get all the sigils done on the same day.

Tell me what you think, because I enjoy your opinions. Especially humorously sarcastic ones!

Forgot one!
A 1/1 domino piece over my heart.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/27567631/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/27567631/ Sat, 03 Oct 2009 21:50:18 PDT <sub>Weee-eee-ee-elllll fuck me.

O.O
I've had a fun couple of days.

Seriously.
Like, damn.

I hung out with this girl from my GED classes, Elisabeth.
She's quite wonderful, 'f I do say so myself.
We went to the Comma last night for Open Mic Night, we enjoyed ourselves.
God, I can't believe Tuesday is only two days away (Someone shoot me)
I've come to despise the middle of the week, it's just too damned busy. But oh well.

I shouldn't complain, at least, I won't if I get any god damned readings!
<.<
Yes, I'm a bitter son of a bitch.
At any rate, tonight her and I just chilled at my house. Watched a Harry Potter movie and sat together. Was nice.

Oh, btw, I HAVE INTERNET NOW BETCHES.</sub>


]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/27540415/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/27540415/ Fri, 02 Oct 2009 14:12:10 PDT <sub>YOU'RE ALL FUCKING BEAUTIFUL



FUCKING C*NTS













ily.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/27511957/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/27511957/ Wed, 30 Sep 2009 20:39:55 PDT <sub>Well, well, well kiddies.
Mr. Grimm will return some time around Friday- this week.
Oh yes, I know, it's orgasmic news. Enjoy it.

I've started working out a bit again, I just need to find days and times to do it.
I've got GED classes 6-9p on Tuesday and Thursdays, then Wednesday is the Comma, and I'm trying to work into some form of social life, so I've still got the better part of a week to choose from, eh?

Methinks I need to delete some music. O.o My computer is extra sloowww lately.
Heh, heh.
over 50 Nox Arcana songs on Itunes, seriously.

My backs been killing me though, it's my bed.


Wow, this has NO impact on my art, or any of you.
Well, what the fuck? All you wanted to know (Shyeah right) was about my internet.

Too fucking bad, I'm gonna tell you anyway. Because a very small majority of the people reading this are my friends (Very, very small. Smaller than ~DeadlySoldier's penis).

Anyway, yeah. That's what's going on. We all know that the Candy-day and Present-morning are coming soon, so woooooo.
I 'unno what I'm gonna be
or what I'm gonna ask for.
It's how I roll, .

(Actually I've got some ideas)
I've been thinking about getting some tattoos
small ones, to start off. Little sigils I've designed myself.
Like, my name(s) in runes on my chest with a sigil under it,
a sigil I made for "Balance" "Darkness" and "Light" balance my go on the side of my face or neck (both sides), darkness and light probably somewhere on my shoulders, arms, or whatever. I just want something in a very visible place that shows a little of who I am.
Mom's supportive, but dad, heh. Well, he doesn't need to know until after.

AND NOW FOR SOME LYRICS.

Uh...
No.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/27039206/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/27039206/ Sat, 05 Sep 2009 16:47:20 PDT <sub>Okay! Internet DOWN.
The cable guy just came and took our modem.
Thankfully we got Dish network TV (but not internet) installed today.
We'll see about the internet situation.
Anyhow, sorry, but I wont be around. I know, I know. I don't know how you'll live without me either, oh wait.
Like you normally do.

So anyway.
I'm outtie, peace!
I'll try to leech whenever I can <3

People who have my number
Call me if you want to talk some time!
Or I'll call you at odd hours of the night and leave messages 2 minutes long- MINIMUM.
Yes, I threatened you. Whatcha gonna do? Bitches.

>.< lol. <3 bai.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/26947509/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/26947509/ Mon, 31 Aug 2009 22:37:21 PDT <sub>A little lesson about how this world works:
Doctors decided to cure LIMP PENIS before they cured CANCER.
Never forget that.

Take it to mean what you want...
I'm healing from my Bronchitis
I have my first GED education class tomorrow.
It's gonna suck, seriously, my mom went to her cooking class today hosted by the same people?

She was the only person there who was NOT a felon. Seriously.
If any of those guys miss one class, boom, jail.
Wtf?
lol.

So, yeah...
At least I won't get shot at... Maybe (A teachers ACTUAL words).
Anywho, that's the wild west for you.
Gotta love Nevatta (I wanted to make it rhyme, fuck you!).


So... Anyway, dunno. I'm bored and tired and bitter.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/26747702/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/26747702/ Sat, 29 Aug 2009 18:55:25 PDT <sub>I'm sick with Bronchitis.
I'll get over it though, it's what I do. Feel like shit though. I'm on antibiotics, cough syrup, an inhaler, and some other shit.
I also can't eat Dairy with the antibiotics.
This, coming from the guy who would shoot himself in the throat if he became Lactose Intolerant, lawl.

I've been trying, desperately, to write. I got nothing; go figure.
I tried doing this something-or-other based around two of Quentin Tarantino's characters Vic Vega (Reservoir Dogs' "Mr. Blonde" played in the movie by Michael Madison) and his brother Vincent Vega (Pulp Fiction's "Vince Vega" played in the movie by John Travolta) but it was a bust. Would've been nice to do though.

I finished "The Return of The Old Ones"
not that any of you read it, I know, I know, and it's okay. Truth be told I wouldn't have read it either; 'f I was you.

For a while, I even started to feel like my fractals were becoming shit.
Then I realized I hadn't changed the forced symmetry preset on them No fucking wonder they all looked alike!
So I got sick of the symmetrical shit. I'm gonna break out with some mother fucking CHAOS.


WOO!
That is, if I get inspired...
I feel like Edward Norton in Fight Club right now. Pissed off at the world, sexually frustrated (lol, yeah right.), worthless and ready for change.
I'm gonna get me some fucking change, Are you ?</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/26620159/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/26620159/ Sun, 16 Aug 2009 00:15:51 PDT Okay. This is just a note.
I might not have internet (and cable) for a few days, starting in a few days. It all depends on if we have the money to pay it.
I hope I get some more readings.


Cheers mates.

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/26578975/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/26578975/ Thu, 13 Aug 2009 21:48:32 PDT <sub>So, the readings yesterday were a success. I got one client, but two readings. The first time he could only pat 5, but I took it. So I made (after giving the Comma their full cut) 21 dollars.

I came home, went to sleep and got up at noon today, immediately started getting ready for the meet with the rest of FMPI. All together there was around 16 people who came, maybe 14 members. I caught my ride with Peggie, who is a wonderful person; very, very interesting. I met three psychics from an institute in Reno called "P.E.G.A.S.U.S." which stands for Psychic Exploration Group Advocating (a <-- not included, but it bothers me lol) Spiritually United Self. Amazing people, especially the Founder, Pride and one of his best students Chris, then a third guy named Ron. Chris and Pride remind me of Cameron ( ~Moons-Shadow10101 ) and myself. Except older, and more advanced. LOL.

Pride is definitely my kind of person, Chris is an amazingly adept reader, once, before he even walked in a place he was able to run through its whole history. Pride does, well basically a lot of everything. Chris is the Cameron, Pride is the me. >.<
So anyway. There was a GREAT mix of people, including me, the "occult specialist and psychic" lol when Bert pointed to me at one part I'm like "Huh what?" then he made
reference to my uses.
NOTICE: Next week, on Thursday is when we meet again, we're going to the Bowers Mansion on training exercises and the like. Woo!

So yes. I say that a good party should have a variety of snacks, THIS is a GREAT party.
Because you never know when you'll meet a werewolf that likes Chex Mix. LOL.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/26432504/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/26432504/ Thu, 06 Aug 2009 21:06:43 PDT <sub>I have a meeting with FMPI on the 13th at 3-4pm-ish.
So, this is basically just a reminder for me and a heads up for the rest of you.

Rawr.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/26158602/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/26158602/ Fri, 24 Jul 2009 20:04:00 PDT <sub>NEW ACCOUNT:

Feeling good today, just wanted to write up a new journal.
The reading Wednesday did not go over well...
No one asked for one.
Gah. But, hopefully I'll get more as I go more. I'll be going EVERY Wednesday. The exact time is unknown so far (Booking hasn't gotten back to me.)

So anyway, here's some lyrics for a great song off the BT hit CD, Four.

Stand by Blues Traveler.
"Stand and walk
Tragedy
Is cheap and so is talk
Decision
Yours to make what will you do
In the end
It comes back to you
Cause it's a long... way to fall

Thunder
Don't scare me at all
Lightning
Well just a little
Pressure
It ain't worth a dime
And your wounds
They'll all heal in time

Cause it's a long... way to fall

The answers are getting harder
The answers are getting harder
The answers are getting harder
(If an answer comes to those who pray)
The answers are getting harder
(If an answer comes to those who pray)
The answers are getting harder
(If an answer comes to those who pray)

The answers are getting harder and harder
And there ain't no way to bargain or to barter
But if you've got the angst or the ardor
You might faint from the fight but you're gonna find it
For every challenge could have paradise behind it
And if you accept what you have lost and you stand tall
You might just get it back and you can get it all
So now you know why it's a long way to fall
Yeah cause it's a long way to fall

Cause it's a long... way to fall


(But badiddela da de doo badiddela da nn deddle da nn doo etc. )

Stand
Stand and walk
Stand"</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25891970/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25891970/ Sun, 12 Jul 2009 03:05:09 PDT <sub>'Milio gonna make'a smoke bomb?

Oh yes he is.
I got the urge to make a pipe bomb earlier tonight (around 1AM)
but since those are illegal, highly unstable, and highly fatal. That's the "no no" triple play.

So my mind went back to one of my fond childhood memories.
Playing with smoke bombs at a Rhode Island campground and other fireworks and minor explosives.

I love me some things that go boom, spark, pow, and hiss.
Especially women.
So, smoke bombs... Sexy.


Also, in case you missed the last update. I got the tarot reading spot at Comma Coffee, Wednesdays, 4p-8p for a fee of $20 USD. ^.^
Comma Coffee website: [link]
Yes, that was advertising. Suck it, Stick it, and Love it.

I'm very happy with my life at the moment, I really am, which is nice, because I've been really manic lately, and kind of depressed. I truly wish you all are doing wonderful as well, love to you!

~Mr. Emilio

OH!
I made a new DeviantART account, but don't worry! I won't abandon this one...
Maybe, in truth, I might, I've been getting REALLY sick of my name and the overwhelming amounts of crappy teenage angst poetry that litters my gallery past page 10.
But for such a nostalgic assrat bastard like me... Leaving this account would prove horribly difficult without adding basically all the artists on my watchlist (yes, over 300 people) to that account. Or at least the artists I actually follow...
Plus there's the whole, change of identity thing.
BLAH. This is not the place for that, THE NEW ACCOUNT IS THIS:</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25824913/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25824913/ Fri, 10 Jul 2009 15:58:34 PDT
<sub>~EDIT~ So! I got a reply from Jen at booking at Comma Coffee... I GOT MY SPOT DOING TAROT READINGS.
Fuck yes! Life is beautiful, it really is.
~ENDEDIT~


Well well well.
A new development. I might start doing tarot reading lessons out of my home.
Assuming that A) people actually show up, B) I don't get held up in any legalities, C) I actually do decide to do it and, D) I get some fliers up and around.

Also, I re-applied to Comma Coffee to do tarot reading, I heard back from Jen at booking, (nice gal) but she needs to talk to the owner, June. So it'll take a while before anything gets done in that direction.

FMPI should start doing training within a couple of weeks, let everyone meet everyone, make sure we all harmonize. I'm sure I will, you know me. A little angel...
Heh.

Apparently Amtgard also meets on Thursdays, so I might go tomorrow, or just go and talk to Addie about a costume workup. So Yeah. Saturdays and Thursdays? That's a lot of pain in one week... lol.

Sadie, the granddaughter of the Shepherds is here from California again, so I'll get to see her again, which is always lovely. She's a great girl, okay that was a bit loaded since she's a LOT like me, even has one of my same ambitions, to move to WA... So she's awesome. lol.

In other news, a friend of mine died the other day. Or well, that's when I heard about it from Red, who heard about it from Bruce. I hadn't talked to D in a long time, but she was a good woman, fair heart, smart. One of the rare "good people", but I remember a discussion she and I once had on death.
How I felt it was better to celebrate the life lived, than the friend lost. She agreed. She also made mention that she felt this was her "last round on Earth" heh, so. I'm happy for her. I know she's quite comfortable, and does not want me to be all sad and gloomy over her move.
I'll remember you, D.
Thank you for what you taught me.

7:18</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25758301/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25758301/ Sun, 05 Jul 2009 17:24:57 PDT <sub>Social life, ftw?

So, my weekends are filling up.
As FMPI usually does investigations on weekend
and this Amtgard thing I'm doing now is on Sundays and Thursdays. [link]

Shit man, I am in pain. A piece of my skin on my left pointer finger is gone, I got hit in the crotch five times, including one I have dubbed the "flying squirrel nutshot" in which the hit-ee attempts a running jump and in mid flight, is nailed square in the sack.
I ended it with a sort of retarded-monkey-baseball slide.

It was a hella good time though. Fucking ace.
I need to make my own weapons though soon, so I'll get started on that.
FMPI is apparently going to be meeting within the next two weeks, not an exact date yet. But I'll keep my peoples (You) posted.


Abbiiiiiigale:
I love you, but I cannot call you right now. Too much pain.
Betch. <3

Other peopleeee:
<3 you suck, but I love you.
Nah, I just love you.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25719668/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25719668/ Fri, 03 Jul 2009 16:24:51 PDT
<sub>I nailed the interview. Though I've already told everyone this, I felt a journal update was proper. They said I was in, and that they'd need a bio to put on their site (I kinda fucked up the initial bio though, so I'm waiting for them to contact me again in case I need to re-write it) and they would be in contact with me for training with their gear.
Woo!

So I'll fill the rest of this in with lyrics.

The Mountains Win Again by Blues Traveler

I pick up my smile put it in my pocket
Hold it for a while try not to have to drop it
Men are not to cry so how am I to stop it
Keep it all inside don't show how much she rocked ya

Ooh can you feel the same
Ooh you gotta love the pain
Ooh it looks like rain again
Ooh I feel it comin' in
The mountains win again
The mountains win again

Dreams we dreamed at night were never meant to come to life
I can't understand the ease he pulled away her hand
This time in my life I was hurt enough to care
I guess from now on I'll be careful what I share

Ooh can you feel the same
Ooh ya gotta love the pain
Ooh it looks like rain again
Yeah feel it comin' in
The mountains win again

A pocket is no place for a smile anyway
Someday I will find love again will blow my mind
Maybe it will be that love that got away from me
Is there a line to write that could make you cry tonight
Can you feel the same
Yeah ya gotta love the pain
Ooh it looks like rain again
Ooh feel it comin' in
The mountains win again
Ooh the mountains win again</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25676181/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25676181/ Wed, 01 Jul 2009 18:51:48 PDT <sub>*EDIT*Well, holy shit. Something amazing just happened, I got contacted for a position on a paranormal investigative team ( Full Moon Paranormal: [link] ). So I called the guy, left a message and as soon as I put down the phone, it rings. Haha. So I answered it, told him I'm an occult specialist with 7 years of experience, I live in the Carson City area and some other things, well, he said I was just who they were looking for and wanted to set up a meeting. So after a moment, we had a date, time and place.

5pm tomorrow at Comma Coffee.

I can't wait.
*END*

Well, I'm feeling pretty good now. I did what I had to do, and I'm not going to think about it anymore. Or at least I'll try not to.

This whole experience has made me remember why I hate the human race. But it has also made me value my true friends more. Yeah.
I've got a couple new ideas for my art, I may start selling prints. Actually, I am going to. My mother and I are going to start a bank account on the third, then I'll use that to set up a paypal account, which I'll then use to set up my stock account.

As for my life plans.
I've decided I am going to move up north if possible after I get my GED and turn 18, I can arrange a ride most of the way, to the Portland area. I have some cousins near by who might help me, also my parents will go with me to help me set up living arrangements and maybe a car. I'll apply for a license as a Bail Bond Agent ( [link] ) and start working, hopefully it's all the income I'll need, if not, I'll have to get a second job.

From there, I may work enough money up to go to college, after which I'll probably just return to being a Bail Bond Agent.
Or I'll forget about college, it depends on a lot of factors, including how good the money is, the economy, my job security... I also might travel, like I've always wanted. Maybe live in California for a while, or Nevada again, or just go and roam around. Might go back home, see my aunt, little Joseph, all the family back there.

I'm kind of worried about my parents, it will definitely be hard on them to see me go. Especially so soon. I'm sure it would devastate my dad. But I promised my mom I'd call at least once a week, hah. Parents, if you have them, you don't want them, if you don't have them, you wish you did.

Everyone I met at CVC is all curious as to why I'm not going to Lake Hume with them all, lol then they say I should go next year and I would say "Yeah, maybe" but now it's more "Well, I'm probably not going to be here next year" and it's so odd hearing me say that, my whole life my parent's made us move right when I started to meet people, lol and now I'm doing it to myself. Crazy.
I hate to admit it...
But I'm going to miss it here. A lot.

~Sincerely yours,
The Maniacal Mr. Grimm,
Master Saeiane,
The Space Prostitute,
Domino H. Grimm,
Emilio, the man with a million names.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25595924/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25595924/ Sat, 27 Jun 2009 21:57:33 PDT <sub>So... I'm really, really pissed off at a certain someone. Some of you by now might already know who. But I'm writing this to get my thoughts straight before I confront her. I really fucking feel used. Horribly used, and that makes me wish I had less self-restraint.
This person is officially- after I give her this last send off- dead to me. I was already done with her, but, I was twisting for a long, long time after what happened between us. So this frees me, once and for all from any of that fucking shit guilt; there are just some things NO ONE will EVER get away with doing to me.
Revenge isn't my thing, but neither is letting people walk the fuck over me. I don't like it when people assume they know everything about me, I hate it when they lecture me about things I already know, I can't stand it when they TELL me I don't know what I DO know. But I can deal with it. What I don't deal with, what I don't forgive, is when people fucking use me, and when they betray me and talk behind my back like a rat tailed coward. When they claim to tell people the truth to their face, and claim to say what they think, hiding behind their self-righteous bullshit to pick at other people.

Fucking hypocrite.
I'm not going to let her keep thinking she's better than me, smarter than me, wiser than me and I'm sure as hell not going to let her keep on thinking she did nothing wrong.
I'm done with it.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25545050/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25545050/ Thu, 25 Jun 2009 16:03:58 PDT <sub>Holy. Balls.
I've had some wicked crazy times last couple of days.

Tuesday: I went to a midnight showing of Transformers 2, RESERVED THEATER with the CVC group. Jeremy picked me up at my house and I went to his, hung out with his family for a while (reminded me of my aunts home, kids running everywhere) his wife Amy was getting some work done. We left a while later and we got to CVC, not many people were there. I mingled until Seth and some of us decided to go to the theater ahead of time and wrangle up anyone who went there instead of the church. And Holy shit man. By the end of the night our line had over seventy people (we needed 75 to make our deal) I was running around, talking, helping out. Tailor was even there, apparently, he didn't know we moved, so I lost touch with him for those few weeks and he was wondering what happened to me lmao, so we exchanged numbers. I met a couple of other people I didn't know before and subsequently forgot their names a couple of minutes later.
Kristi and two of her friends had bought tickets to the normal showing, so I tried to get her to exchange them to get into the private showing, but no dice- she didn't want to. Eh. The movie was long, I sat beside Chris, Kayla and Kayla's friend (got Chris' and Kayla's numbers too, so woo) we all got out around 2:30-3:00AM and I felt like I had just left one raunchy-arse party. Totally awesome.
New people met that I remember: 2-3 Leah and Cassie, and another Cassie.

Then the next day, (Wednesday / yesterday) Kory came over. So we had lunch with him, then I asked mom to take me to the library so I could look up some Nevada laws, and apparently it's true. I can't become a bail enforcement agent (FRA) until I am 21. Which sucks donkey balls. What sucks worse donkey balls? I got STUCK outside the library. Mom didn't have her cell. So I called, left her a couple messages, called Tailor, couldn't get ahold of him. So I walked to Mills Park. By some twist of fate I met two people from last night and asked if I could use their cell, mine was dead by then. Called mom, again, no avail. So as I'm leaving Mills Park, I see my parents pull out of it. They got my messages, but they didn't actually go IN to the park! D: So I ran through the intersection before it was even ready, and ran up to them but they took off. So I walked a quarter of the way home before they came back and saw me on the side of the road.

It was hilarious.
So then later that night, Tailor calls me back. Asks if I want to go to Carson Vally Inn for some malts or whatever, I eventually said yes, and he got over here a while later. We just finished our malts when two of his friends stop by, we shot the breeze for a while and turns out they have this monster of a car, so we went four-wheeling (they used some weird term I hadn't heard before, so I didn't know what we were gonna do until we did it) eventually we got back to CVI and Tailor took me home, it was a pretty fun time.

And so today, I was supposed to go with Tailor and some other people up to Lake Tahoe to go swimming or whatever, but I stayed up late and was in noooo shape to go anywhere, so I had to turn him down.

And that, my friends. Has been the last few days of my life.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25528652/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25528652/ Wed, 24 Jun 2009 23:09:32 PDT
<sub>The story of my life: (offline messages in <>
if you aren't back by 1:00 i'm just gonna go to bed
Mary said (10:48 PM):
you aren't fun anymore
officially>

Mr. Grimm, You Knew My Story, You Knew My Name. The Tale Was Gory, And So Full Of Shame. says:

one minute deadline!
XD
Mary says:
you, my dear, are one lucky bastard.


Oh hell yes.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25459655/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25459655/ Sun, 21 Jun 2009 18:50:46 PDT <sub>MY SUNBURN IS GONE.
Or at least starting to peel, it looks like I have chemical burns on my back. Woo!

I'm gonna start working out again and drink the PH-balanced water, all that healthy shit since I now actually have a yard where I wont look like a retarded assnut fighting invisible people.
With swords.

Soyeh. I hope it'll level me out with my sleeping patterns, waking up at noon is starting to take a negative psychological toll on me.

So, probably time to be frank about it.
I've been depressed on and off for months now. But since my trip, it's gotten a lot better. Before it was just bearable. Now I'm actually relatively happy.

I haven't gone to the councilor yet, for whatever reason. But that's always how my parents have been. They threaten, they don't deliver. So eh.

I'm going to try the Comma again, see if they want to get me in doing tarot readings. If not / in addition I may start doing them out of the house. I'd have to check zoning and all such stuff like we did at home, but maybe it'll work.
Right then! I have nothing left to say.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25380262/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25380262/ Wed, 17 Jun 2009 19:03:17 PDT <sub>Mr. Grimm survived.

Destination: Desolation Wilderness, California, USA.

Day.1: I arrived with my parents at CVC at 50 in the morning. We were the first ones there. Soon after, Matt arrived. Matt is a rather awesome twenty-something with maddddd outdoor skills. Then after that, my buddy Chris arrived. Chris is a wannabe/soon-to-be U.S. Marine. A nice guy, likes trucks, etc. He's cool with me.
Other people started to arrive, I chilled with Matt and Chris, then once everyone came (Aaron, Jeremy, Nathanial, Nick, one guy who I dunno, and Jeremy's kids, Ryan, Josh and Levi.) we all packed up, I had the second heaviest load, or at least third. Dunno. All I know is my shoulder hurt a bit. We drove to the place we were staying, unloaded, set up and off we went. I got tired pretty quick but I worked through it, I think EVERYONE got tired pretty quick. At one point, about halfway (2 miles or so) down the path, my knee went out. To which I replied "AHHH, AHH, GOD, SHIT!" and fell down- hard. Chris came right over, and I smashed my fist into the ground to redirect my brains attention. Thus giving myself three extremely battered, bloody knuckles (Middle to pinky) which are still all gnarly and chewed up, to quote one of the guys, it "looks like you gave someone a beat down". So yeah. No problems the rest of the way up until the last stretch, I was dead tired, so I pulled off my hoodie, my shirt, put on suspenders and went skins. Bummed some water off one of the guys, and kept on. We soon reached a place just a block or so from our campsite with a big puddle of water, so I wet my handkerchief and wrapped it 'round my hand to soothe my knuckles. We reached camp at Tamarack lake, made camp and hung out. Soon to find that all our fishing gear was useless, because the park officials, in all their Californication-pot-smoking-shroom-chewing wisdom, killed all the fish to make way for an endangered/exotic species of frog . Leading me to the conclusion that they smoked too much ranky weed. We went to sleep early on account of rain.


Day.2: We (Chris and I, we shared a tent, Matt made a loft out of wood and trashbags, four guys slept in a green tent, named "The green mushroom", Jeremy and his kids slept in their own tent) woke up before anyone else. I stayed in the tent a while until Chris left, changed, brushed my teeth, had breakfast with the guys. We were all going to hike to Lake Aloha a couple of miles away. THAT was treacherous. My god. The first part was okay, we went along a small trail, up a hillside, but then the real shit happened. The trail was paved in snow, rain and mud. Pure hell, but I worked through it, wasn't the fastest but I lasted considering I was sore as shit. Then we hit a hill, PURE snow. I was stable for a while, but after five slips, I was afraid my ankle was going to break but every time I fell, I got up with more fire in my heart. When I saw that hill though, it was hard. I fell and my right leg went into a ditch that was at least three feet deep, I couldn't get out but Matt helped me out and gave me his staff so I got up there, gave it back to him. There was some guy there who told us we were off the track. Most all of our group was on the shore of another lake, so I slid down the majority of the hill, leaped over to where Josh and the kids were, and they all slid down to the lake shore. So I said "Watch this!" yelled my war-cry ( "Ki ki ki!!!" ) and LEAPED off the hillside, slide with my right leg down and my left out to break, eventually lost my balance and did this James Bond rolling flip and just slid down the rest of the way. It kicked major ass. We continued on, I got separated eventually, trudging through icy, mushy snow and muddy debris-covered ground. I slid down a snowbank and although I tried to avoid it, bashed my right shin into a log. Painfully. But, I refilled my water bottle and totally elf-ran it to the lake downhill, trying not to fall over myself. It was all worth it. The lake was... Beautiful, crystal clear water, cool, little granite islands, I tore off everything except my pants and boxers, jumped in the water and stayed basically the whole time- everyone else except Jeremy's kids and him were afraid to go in the kids and I rock-hopped for a while, swam back to shore where Matt and Aaron were going to swim to a middle island to fish... Aaron chickened out but Matt decided to make a boat out of a tree log. So I hopped on it after helping him get it out, and it worked! He grabbed a piece of floatsam and used that as a rudder/oar. I used a small piece of driftwood for half the way, then... ]]></sub> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25311073/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25311073/ Sun, 14 Jun 2009 14:31:31 PDT <sub>The fuck?
Seriously. What the fuck.
Well, news betches. Chris from group convinced me into this Hiking trip with CVC. So I'll be gone starting tomorrow, Mon' 6AM and returning Wed' at 3PM. Wish me some luck.


My bed broke, so for the past... Four or five days, I've been sleeping with a mat and sleeping bag, on the floor. So I'm ready for this shit.
Hmm, I've made come choices.
I've decided I'm moving up north as soon as possible (I originally intended next year, when I turn 18, so I can get a job up there right away- if I pass my GED by then.)
I'm not telling you what the job is, some of you already know, don't spoil it you lucky pricks.
Ilu<3.
By "up north" though, I mean WA. Because I can start the job there at age 18, as opposed to Nevada where it is age 21. I might move back down here for winters, or if I get bored up there. Who knows, I might move to another state all together. I just don't know, all I know is, I'll need cash, a car, more cash, bags, lots of bags, my GED, help- most likely. And a shitload of luck to pull all that off by age 18. Fuck, it may not even happen until I'm 21, at which point I have no reason to move except the fact I love rain and trees and there's a promise I need to fulfill up there.

Shit man.
I'm not freaking out yet for the sole reason that I have other shit to deal with.
Fuck, me. Lol. I love this.


-2:31-</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25239967/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25239967/ Thu, 11 Jun 2009 14:28:50 PDT <sub>News!
I have finished my next installment of The Grimm Tales.
It's rather kickass- if I do say so myself. And I does.
So there.


I am blessed by Hermes voice of inspiration once more, and I am grateful.


Actually, the ending (parts of it) were heavily inspired by my recent forays into the Christian Church. If you think like me, you'll see what parts.


P.S. I kinda want to learn how to keep razor blades in my mouth to use as weapons...

The More I Go To Church, The More They Make Jesus Sound Like A Cult Leader. Srsly.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25206173/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25206173/ Mon, 08 Jun 2009 20:46:44 PDT
<sub>Solitary

[August 1997]

Set me aflame and cast me free.
Away, you wretched world of tethers.
Through the endless night and day I have never wanted more.
Always thought that I would stand before the faceless name of justice.
Like some law unto myself, like a child of God again.

And if rain brings winds of change let it rain on us forever.
I have no doubt from what I've seen that I have never wanted more.
With this line I'll mark the past as a symbol of beginning.
I have no doubt from what I've seen that I have never wanted more.

In this picture stands a man, far away, alone and distant.
Like a solitary field in some nameless foreign land.
All around the points of light start to dim and cease transmitting.
Shadows fell on futile games and then there was nothing more.

Through the screams of falling steel. By the light of flares and wisdom.
All the doubts I could not face. All this time I wanted more.
With a line I'll mark the past as a symbol of beginning.
To the gods whose names we've lost and the names who gave in vain.

And if rain brings winds of change let it rain on us forever.
I have no doubt from what I've seen that I have never wanted more.
With this line I'll mark the past as a symbol of beginning.
I have no doubt from what I've seen that I have never wanted more.

Set me aflame and cast me free. Away, you wretched world of tethers.
Through the endless night and day I have never wanted more.
Always thought that I would stand before the faceless name of justice.
Like some law unto myself, like a child of God again.

And if rain brings winds of change let it rain on us forever.
I have no doubt from what I've seen that I have never wanted more.
With this line I'll mark the past as a symbol of beginning.
I have no doubt from what I've seen that I have never wanted more.

Sever the line to the guilty past, to the ones who brought us nothing
Spoke of futures brave and proud and brought only hate and war.
Lined the roads with hollow praise. Marked the land with paper statues.
Shadows fell on their futile ways and then there was nothing more.

© VNV Nation</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25154202/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25154202/ Sun, 07 Jun 2009 00:24:45 PDT <sub>I've been trying to get a decent internet connection at the new place since roughly 7pm.
I've hacked into some other dudes connection (Never make your password the same as your account, lawl) by sheer luck it's staying steady and relatively strong, if you call 5.5mpbs strong, which means he/she probably signed out on it, because before it was 1.0

MSN wont sign me in, but that's okay.
I'm still on the fence about the counselor. Mrhh.
It's late, we're at the new place finally, I'm tired, I think I'll try once more to get on MSN if it fails, sleep, if it works.. I'll probably just change my display name then sleep...


Love you all


*EDIT*
Well, hello again. I felt an edit would be more appropriate than another journal.
Updates, uh, we won't have internet (or cable, for that matter) for a while now. Budget.
I need some new books... I mean, seriously. I can take another crack at Elvenbane, but really, it gets boring; fast. And without internet or television, I NEED books, or else I will go mental. I'm able to get a small, very slow signal on and off around this time of night though. Enough to write up a journal, roam some of my messages, not sure what else because I've not tried. Okay well, not much else to say except that I love the new place, except we have to pay for electric, cable and all the other stuff we didn't have to before. X_x
I'm also within walking distance of two of my favorite hang outs, Borders and Comma Coffee. The Comma is a bit further away, but I can walk it. It's been raining heavily lately. I'm taking it as an omen, a sign to make this a time of refreshment, start anew, form new bonds. I'm going to try to do so...

Fare thee well, friends.
~Saeiane, The Warrior Priest.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25132774/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25132774/ Thu, 04 Jun 2009 20:16:53 PDT <sub>The move has been delayed. I'm not excited about it. In fact, I'm slightly annoyed. But I like the new place we're moving to, it's just across town, but it's much nicer. In the sense of, bigger, more private, comfortable.
Oh well.

I've started some new morning rituals...
Uh, I may not be on for a while, some things happened the other night and this has resulted in my parents wanting me to see a councilor. Depending on their reaction to what I have to say (If I even do go) I may not be at home for a while.
At least, that's what I'm afraid of.
Ahhh... Hell.
I may be starting a new story. I've still NOT forgotten about The Grimm Tales (Though I may be changing that name to The Tales Of Mr. Grimm) I just- don't have anything. I don't know where to go from the point I'm at.

~Love you all.
The Madman, Mr. Grimm.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25061890/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25061890/ Mon, 01 Jun 2009 00:46:57 PDT <sub>I'm a horrible person...
Ripped out of 's eye socket.

[x] smoked.
[] consumed alcohol.
[x] slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex.
[] slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex.
[] kissed someone of the same sex.
[x] had sex.
[x] had someone in your room other than family.
[x] watched porn
[] bought porn.
[x] tried drugs.

TOTAL: 6

[x] taken painkillers.
[x] taken someone else's prescription medicine.
[x] lied to your parents.
[x] lied to a friend.
[x] snuck out of the house.
[x] done something illegal.
[x] felt hurt.
[x] hurt someone.
[x] wished someone to die.
[x] seen someone die.

TOTAL: 10 I lol'd.

[x] missed curfew. (Never had one, so by default, let's say "Gotten home/left house past Midnight)
[x] stayed out all night.
[] eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself
[x] been to a therapist.
[ ] received a ticket
[ ] been to rehab
[x] dyed your hair.
[] been in an accident.
[] been to a club.
[] been to a bar

TOTAL: 4z

[x] been to a wild party.
[] been to a Mardi Gras parade.
[] drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night.
[] had a spring break in Florida.
[x] sniffed anything
[] wore black nail polish
[x] wore arm bands.
[] wore t-shirts with band names.
[x] listened to rap.
[] owned a 50 Cent CD.

TOTAL: 4z

[x] dressed gothic.
[] dressed girly.
[x] dressed punk.
[] dressed grunge.
[x] stole something.
[] been too drunk to remember anything.
[] blacked out.
[] fainted.
[x] had a crush on a neighbor.

TOTAL: 4z

[x] had a crush on a friend.
[x] been to a concert.
[x] dry-humped someone.
[x] been called a slut. (By myself, OWN)
[x] called someone a slut.
[] installed speakers in your car.
[] broken a mirror.
[] showered at someone of the opposites sex's house
[] brushed your teeth with someone else's toothbrush (ew)

TOTAL: 5ive (Tribute to =GearOtter and all her water-doggity goodness)

[ ] considered Ludacris your favorite rapper.
[x] seen an R-rated movie in theater.
[ ] cruised on mail. (...?)
[] skipped school.
[xx] had surgery. (Twice)
[x] had an injury.
[ ] gone to court.
[ ] walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping.
[x] caught something on fire.
[x] lied about your age.

TOTAL: 6w/double 5w/o double (lets say 5)

[] owned/rented an apartment/house.
[x] broke the law in the police's presence. (more than likely)
[] made out with someone who had a gf/bf
[x] got in trouble with the police. (I WAHZ LITTLE! T.T)
[x] talked to a stranger.
[] hugged a stranger.
[] kissed a stranger.
[x] rode in the car with a stranger. (Lawl, I totally got stopped by this dude on a streetside while I was walking across town, he offered a ride, I took it. This was around that time where everyone and their grandmother was getting kidnapped mind you)
[x] been harassed.
[x] been verbally harassed.

TOTAL: 6

[] met face-to-face with someone you met online.
[x] stayed online for 5+ hours straight.
[xxxxxxx] talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight. (Good times, good, multiple, times)
[x] watched TV for 5 hours straight.
[x] been to a fair.
[x] been called a bad influence. (probably, but not to my face)
[] drank and drove.
[x] prank-called someone. (see: got in trouble with the police.. I prank called the Fuz. I'm that badass )
[x] laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex.
[x] cheated on a test.


TOTAL: 7

GRAND CUNTOTAL: 51
If You Have Less Than 10.. write [I'm a Goody Goody]
If You Have More Than 10.. write [I'm still a goody goody]
If You Have more Than 20..write [I'm average]
If You Have More Than 30..write [I'm a bad kid]
If You have more than 40..write [I'm a very bad influence]
If You Have more than 50..write [I'm a horrible person]
If You Have more than 60..write [I should be in jail]
If You Have more than 70..Write [I should be dead]</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25036497/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/25036497/ Sat, 30 May 2009 16:27:20 PDT
<sub>In honor of the 44th President of the United States, Baskin-Robbins Ice Cream has issued a new flavor, "Barocky Road". Barocky Road is a blend of half Vanilla, half Chocolate and surrounded by Nuts and Flakes. The Vanilla portion of the mix is not openly advertised and usually denied as an ingredient. The Nuts and Flakes are all very bitter and hard to swallow.

The cost is $100.00 per scoop.

When purchased it will be presented to you in a large beautiful cone, but then the Ice Cream is taken away and given to the person in line behind you. Thus you are left with an empty wallet, no change, holding an empty cone, with no hope of getting any Ice Cream.

Aren't you feeling stimulated?

~Sent to me by Ken, fucking awesome.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/24949907/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/24949907/ Mon, 25 May 2009 19:20:18 PDT <sub>I'm an old cunt.
I turn 17 by tomorrow (AKA the day you're probably reading this)
So, the music I'm listening to is... Really ironic.
Irony is my bitch, I own it's fake testicles mercilessly.


Anyway, yeah. 17 years of life, tomorrow at either 10:30AM or sometime in the afternoon, my parents aren't sure when I was born. I'm so loved. (Really, I am.)
Uhrm, so on the 27th (When my parents get paid) We'll probably have an early lunch with Ken at Bodines, I doubt anyone else is going to show up, my birthday has always fallen on one of those really inconvenient times to have other people over, because they're almost always out with their own families, anyway, after all that I'm going to head to Group, so I probably wont be on all day in case you were wondering. I'm so used to a small party, although, it's always also been the day AFTER my birthday that we actually have a party, hahaha. My family is late for everything, I swear it. xD
I've actually asked for certain presents this year though, two tarot decks that I find absolutely beautiful:
[link] Dark Grimoire Tarot by Michele Penco
and
[link] Haindl Tarot by Hermann Haindl
There are one or two other things I would like to have, but I can go without 'em though.

The days don't feel very different anymore, the game is definitely the same, but I think I'm the only one still playing. I'm a different person than I was a year ago... Much different actually. But the core, I think, remains the same. I still desire to run savage through the woods, free of everyone and everything. Alone, quiet, happy. But there's a new part of me... I've definitely progressed spiritually, that's easy to see.

Eh. I hate birthdays. They bore me.
7:19</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/24923001/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/24923001/ Sun, 24 May 2009 11:23:46 PDT <sub>.
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I knew the title would draw you and your filthy mind in.
[link] <-- Go congratulate this talented young woman on her accomplishment, or I will inflame your bowels to the point of explosion and extremely painful bleeding.

And possibly something to do with ripping your eyes out and giving them to Shawnna (~Grim-Trick, because she's the only one who appreciates the sentimental value of a good pair of eyeballs) as a birthday present. Late or early, depending on if I can remember when her birthday is...


Love you alllll <3
Except that one person over there. You see him, don't you? He's staring RIGHT at you.</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/24852742/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/24852742/ Wed, 20 May 2009 08:15:22 PDT Trickle, trickle, trickle away. Oh, it's useless sometimes.
The mechanics of my reality, slowly falter and bend. I can see myself, falling into insanity. Sometimes.

In those few hours when I close my eyes and all the thoughts come rushing back.
Emotions.
Memories.
Love...
Hatred. Utter, undiluted and unforgiven hate.
God, I'm a horrible person sometimes. But I enjoy it, underneath it all.
Sometimes I want to scream, yell, claw and fight my way through everyone. But it's that quiet, powerful little smile in my heart that says "You know you love them, deep down."

I could blow everything away, dust. Build a castle from the sand and keep out the world. But, I don't want to. I want to experience it, all of it, the good, the bad, the bitter, the sweet, the horrid, the evil, the beautiful, the great. So much, so much. Too much.

I don't sleep like I should, there's too much for me to do that I'm not, and too much I want to do that I can't.
I love you, just for listening to my rambles. That's how easy I sell out- on occasion.
I lied in my last entry. The first person doesn't exist anymore, probably never did. Now that I think about her more often.

The ghosts and skeletons are clawing their way out of my closet, shrinking at the first rays of the sun. God I want to melt, slither away into the ocean and belong, once in my life, belong, unconditionally, not judged, always loved.
Fantasies don't help, keeping busy does.

I want to move, in a couple of years. Somewhere with rain, and mountains, and trees, and rivers, and lakes, and no one else but me and the people I love.
But I'll settle for the rain and trees alone. I've got some places in mind, depends on what happens.

And so I ramble on to a lucid, dreamlike conclusion.

I'm the butterfly, but I'm not screaming anymore.

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/24781373/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/24781373/ Sat, 16 May 2009 05:36:26 PDT <sub>Fuck. Me.


Son of a bitch.
I'm fucking tired.
Mother fuckers.


Cunt.



So yeh. I didn't sleep. I went to the cafe around 1:something in the morning. I originally planned on going there, seeing if anything interesting was happening, maybe having a cup of coffee and going to do something interesting...
I get there, and the morning waitress Liz is working. Now, Liz is a pretty cool chick. She's got a husband and I'm pretty sure some kids. Dunno. Had her once as my waitress before at a 1 AM breakfast with my family. She recognized me, I remembered her. So I got free coffee. Shit yeah.
Although, I'm pretty sure that their coffee is free in the morning, I really don't know, sometimes I get free coffee, sometimes I gotta pay a dollar seventy five for it. So I dunno.

Anywaiiii. I sat there, for two fucking hours, drinking coffee, and chatting with Liz. I learned some shit. For instance, she's pagan, she is resistant to coffee, she likes my fedora, there's an LARP club type thing that is on College Parkway that I might check out. Urhm... Other stuff.. Mainly, I was the one doing the talking. Then she'd periodically walk off when she had to actually do work, then like, come back in a minute or two. It was a good time. I left there sometime after 3, walked to the Save'n Sak to find it opens at six, so I walked around the GDW once and called Abbi, telling her to call my ass back when she got my message. WHICH YOU HAVEN'T DONE, BAD ABBI... Ilu<333, so then made I it all the way down to that Mexican owned grocery store place halfway to Mills Park when I realize two things
A) I was fucking out of breath because of my god damned congestion, and shouldn't go so far from home with breathing problems and B) I was wearing an expensive leather jacket, and going to a park where drug dealers have business hours between 1 and 4 AM and all I had was a fucking knife...
So I said "Fuck this" and turned the fuck around.

Then I sat outside the Gold Dust like a useless cunt for a while, then I walked home. Now I'm here, recounting my story for all of the 4 to 5 people who will read this.
Lol
the funny thing?
I'm actually in a good mood.


Have a good day all.
Holy fuck I almost got wicked pissed.
I hit the "journal skin" bullshit, accidentally clicked the browsing shit, and then hit cancel when it didn't do jack. And allllllllllllll of this was gone D: .
It's only by the grace of whatever God's sweaty ballsack that I remembered to use my browsing history.
Shit.
I'd have been PISSED OFF if I deleted all this...</sub>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/24764751/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/24764751/ Fri, 15 May 2009 04:40:06 PDT <sup><sub>So...
I apologize for the massive assault upon your inbox
and upon your eyes.
I was inspired, I regret nothing.
Except the fact that I forgot to close my window earlier...

I've been up all night. Thinking, dreaming, wishing, hurting, screaming.
My mind and heart are in disagreement, but that's alright.

Oh, I shaved off the facial fungus by the way. I look better clean, and I figure I can grow it out later if I wanted. Urhm...
New pictures, obviously.
One of them even features my face...


I saw her face yesterday. It reminded me of good times, and it hurt more than I expected it would. Her eyes looked like ice shining in the sunlight... She's rather beautiful sometimes.
Blast and blasphemers. I'm pathetic sometimes, I don't deny it.
Then there is Her. God, she's amazing. Sometimes I find myself picturing little scenarios with her, and for some reason I feel guilty after. Because I can't have her, and because she probably doesn't know I even want her.
And then, the final fleeting thought is of my satellite. She's always sort of been there for me, hovering around me when I needed her most. I love her for it, probably more than anyone else. I don't miss her when she isn't around, partly because I have other things on my mind, mostly because- I know I'll see her again. It's very interesting, having thoughts and feelings for other people, when there's someone you can envision spending eternity with.

I'm a hypocrite. And a liar. And much, much more... But those three, they make me a better person. Sometimes...
Enough about that though, it's not why you're reading this. I just sort of wanted to tell someone in a way where they wouldn't ask awkward questions like "Who are you talking about?". And Abbi isn't awake yet; So I can't call her.

Gah. Every time I cough, it feels like I'm about to puke my stomach out onto the floor.
I fucking hate being congested.
I want to kill it. With a razor blade dildo...

So, anyway. Let's see, make mention of devs, check, shameless self-explanation, check, notifying the people that I finally shaved after a month, check...
I don't think I have anything else I wanted to say.
Except to the few correct people who might be reading this.
I love you.


Then again, I love a lot of things.
I always deflect when I open up too much...
shutup. You have problems too, you know it.</sub></sup>

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/24503577/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/24503577/ Wed, 29 Apr 2009 19:13:08 PDT As you know, I don't often do features. But lately I've seen some magnificent, thought-provoking and often beautiful art from a number of people. Which has once again inspired me to share it with all of my watchers.


The first on my list is the awe-inspiring *Violator3 her photography will sweep you off your feet with its conceptual beauty. Well worth a browse no matter who you happen to be.


Second is the fantasy photo manipulator, and a true elven spirit. *Valedhelven her fantasy works leave me breathless and often without words.


Third is a breathtakingly beautiful lady from the UK, =VelvetCyanide whose photography is the stuff of beauty, imagination and often times, curiosity. A true genius with a camera if I've ever seen one!

Fourth is an old friend, who has never once failed to interest or amaze me with her photography and writing. ~moonghosts

Fifth is an artist I met long ago, and her art can only be described in one word. Amazement. It's dark, it's sad, it's inspirational, it's... Just amazing. *NSH


Sixth would be the wonderful =Jaicca not much can be said of her work that cannot be seen, so go look.

Seventh is a great artist who I've watched for a while and enjoyed the progress of. ~TheOn3LeftBehind

Eighth is one of my favorites out of all nine of the artists I'm featuring here today, inspired by the beautiful works of Joseph Vargo... ~skinnyvee!

Last, but certainly not least! number nine is ~Clouded-and-Shadowed whose dark, gory and devilishly beautiful manipulations will make you faint in amazement.

That's all for today folks!


This has been a Mr. Grimm production.

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/24171341/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/24171341/ Fri, 10 Apr 2009 19:42:52 PDT From the land where the shores
smell like sulfur and blood.
The grass
is withered and dead, save for a few sanctuaries of green and copper.
The women are subjected to the venial sin of vanity
and their perfume smells of decaying flesh and subtle flowers.

I'm back from the battle-scarred lands.
Where I never cease to go
in those close-to-daylight hours of the night,
when all the monsters come out to play; groaning and screeching.

My mind is solemn, if not full of sorrow.
But I look to another fine tomorrow;
And to the love who doesn't have a name.
To blasphemers who give glory to fame.
I rock back and forth inside my head,
wishing for the monsters to come and kill me dead.
Angels sing, lamenting softly- just for me.
Angels weep, lamenting softly- just for me.
Just, for, me.

Salvation is bittersweet.
Crossroads are always empty in the end- full of questions.
I love the pain to which I subscribe,
she is my mistress, my lover, my pride.

I'm a soldier in a foreign land
without a sword or a gun in hand.
I'm back home.

_{.Return to Dust.}

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/23425579/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/23425579/ Sun, 08 Mar 2009 14:05:47 PDT So now, after being on for maybe 30 minutes. My computer will stop running anything, I can't open any new programs, load any pages OR even turn off the computer normally. But yeah, that's the biggest craptastic new bit of information. I'm kinda getting sick of all this, really, really fast. Mom keeps procrastinating on buying the fucking disk. We could have gotten it done over a week ago. But no, nothing in my family gets done the easy way.



UPDATE
It only crashes on CERTAIN pages. Particularly... DeviantART... I will NOT be able to respond to or check my messages on THIS computer. I will however be able to access the internet, which means MSN and YIM are working. Etc. Those of you who have my number, I can still call, yada yada. Though the phone MAY be shut down soon. I can post journals and access normal pages, but nothing like the messages or profile pages, things with those damn fucking "nodes". I'll try to format the computer as soon as possible, cheers.


FF and IE keep crashing. Thus- I won't be able to use my internet at all.

which means my only option may be to format my computer, which could take a while money wise. Also if I have to buy the disk on the phone and have it shipped, it'll take even longer.

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/23335337/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/23335337/ Sun, 22 Feb 2009 02:17:54 PST

In life, people make plans. Plans are how you get, shit, done. But if you're from a family like mine, you know your plans are jacked the fuck up! And you deal with it... Now, I've personally learned to adapt to this by having three plans. First off is plan A, plan A is the shit, it's the best fucking plan EVER mother fucker..... And it never works. Plan A is the impossible-fucking-dream and you love it. Then we have plan B, B stands for "Back-up" but this is the plan that works, this is the real shit, this is reality. But if life hates you- and believe me, it does. Plan B might not work. This is why we have the third plan.

Plan S, now. Some of you might think to yourselves at this moment "what the fuck happened to plans C-R bitch?" They fucking died. Plan S stands for "Shit Gone Wrong" this is the bullshit plan, this is the one you pull out of your ass, sniff it for a few moments to make sure it's ripe and then you throw it out there. If this doesn't work. You're screwed, end of story. Also, living in my family has taught me, change plans- fast. One second, you're scrounging for motherfucking plan A, and someone throws an egg at your cunt. It's happened, don't doubt it, don't say it can't happen to you. It'll happen one day. You gotta take that egg and USE IT, catch it between your legs and be like "Yes! An egg, I can bribe that bitch with an egg!" and do it.



P.S. Viruses still growing, haven't formatted yet... Pray still.

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/23259851/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/23259851/ Tue, 17 Feb 2009 18:51:25 PST
Send me your prays
I'll need them.

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/23228568/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/23228568/ Mon, 16 Feb 2009 05:14:33 PST

It has been a long, painful night. Seeking help from a good and long time friend, and researching upon Wikipedia, the program Ad-Aware was recommended to me. After a perhaps hour long scan, the dreaded Vundo Trojan ( [link] ) has been found and quarantined. A sense of relief is within me, but I must confirm it's destruction, there should be an absence of any strange, previously unheard of files lingering in my hard drive. If it is so, then I shall google wikipedia, and if upon clicking the link I am not bombarded by a carpet-bomb of spam. The destruction is confirmed... Let us see.



Confirmation 1, sector Alpha C: No alien files found.
Confirmation 2, Protocol D5G codename"IMDB": SUCCESS, I have googled the codename, clicked the link and made it to the page! I am now free to explore the ravages of the internet without fear of persecution.


-End Directors Log-

I totally had to geek out just there. But thank GOD that malware is fucking out of my life. Ever since my computer had to have a bunch of viruses removed from downloading off Limeass, and I got stuck with a 200+ dollar bill. Every time I even had a hint of a virus, a wave of controlled panic would overcome me.

Now all is good, thanks to the m4dly l33t skillz of Ryan.
Though, I've got a major headache from being tired... So I'm out.
Night yall.

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/23165758/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/23165758/ Thu, 12 Feb 2009 22:55:52 PST I just wanted that other one off my page.

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/22968124/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/22968124/ Mon, 02 Feb 2009 16:23:17 PST

Six Illusions of Reality
By Emilio P. - Saeiane.

Survival, the first Illusion
Life, the second.
Death, the third.
Happiness, the fourth.
Good and Evil, the Fifth.


Survival. At every moment, we work toward the goal of survival the first and most basic instinct of any race of animal. At every moment, we simultaneously take one step forwards, and backwards towards this goal. Thus, survival is an illusion- but this does not make it invalid.

Life. This comes along the same line as survival, we will here define life as the past and the present- because in life there is no certain future. At this same point, life is a sand timer that constantly dribbles away. Which is why time is the most precious commodity imaginable. Life is an illusion, because it does not wholly exist. But this does not make it invalid.

Death. As one thing leaves this world, another takes it's place. Constantly recycling and refreshing, this thinking-process could be logically applied to all things including humans, whether one believes in the spiritual process of "Reincarnation" or not. Death as we define it- an ending. Is an illusion, a falsehood in our perception causes this way of thinking. Death opens two doors, one to exit, one to enter. Thus, death is an illusion, it begins not ends. But this does not make it invalid.


Happiness. Possibly the easiest explained of all illusions, happiness is a mental process which affects the emotional, not vice-versa. When sadness creeps into our lifes- as it is bound to. It's most effective weapon is shortening our perception, taking away from our sight the positive and forcing us to focus on the negative. In this same thinking-process, the negative in certain cases can be focused and thought of as a positive to create happiness. Thus, happiness is an illusion- but definitely not invalid.

Good & Evil. There are many creatures in this world, working towards extremely different goals, one mans perception of what is good and what is evil is invalid, the world perception of these two sides of the coin is what is important. However, a society that sacrifices the need of the individual for the needs of the group will not prosper, nor will a society that sacrifices the need of the group for the needs of the individual. A murder that prevents 5,000 more deaths is not justified from one point of view, and from the other it is extremely justified. The world perception is distorted by the bias of the viewer. Thus, good and evil are illusions- but not are not invalid.


Life as we know it (Life here having the meaning of existence) is built upon and created from illusion. We as magickians must know this and take complete advantage of this- for through illusions we create reality, and through illusion comes our power. Illusions are not necessarily to be taken by the definition of something that looks real but isn't, more.. Something that is real, because we choose it to be so. Our perception- when limited to the cosmetic allows for illusions to be real. Which is perfectly acceptable, but a magickians perception must come from every angle possible for truth.


Then again- truth is the sixth illusion...
Make your own reality. I have mine.

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/22770618/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/22770618/ Fri, 23 Jan 2009 21:43:15 PST I know I am
stfu.



_{Filler Journal}






MAGIC WORD CHALLENGE. Copy and paste this whole message (from the ".." to the end of what I say here) and find the SECRET PHRASE

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/22742531/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/22742531/ Thu, 22 Jan 2009 17:36:32 PST Anyone AGAINST or FOR Gay Marriage and Gay Rights will want to read this It's a series of notes I and this person corresponded in. You'll notice that I openly give him/her a chance to state their reasoning behind their anti-gay marriage comment




Very close minded of you [: I even said I was simply after good discussion. By the way that has no correlation at all with what I just said. And if you did in FACT think that was all I was, you wouldn't have replied. Now since you refuse to respond with anything worthwhile to anything at all I say. I'm going to stop replying.

Thank you for wasting my time. Next time think before you type, much more than you already do. Words are immortal, they tend to come back to haunt you.



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Megaluigi93 said the following:

actually, i saw you as an annoying spammer who likes to bother others

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zeldaconnetion said the following:

Technically, being Atheist means you follow the 'religion' of science. All things that cannot be explained by science do not necessarily exist. This being the case, what is your reasoning behind the standpoint shown in that comment ? I assumed it was flawed otherwise I wouldn't have taken the time out of my day to do this [:

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Megaluigi93 said the following:

im an atheist, i have no religious beliefs

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zeldaconnetion said the following:

It's not word play. It's a logical discussion
but thank you for changing your point of view *Bows* I'm glad you realize that the destruction of a peoples rights based on religious fervor is not and should not be endorsed by the united states of America and proposition 8 should not have been passed.
Good man!

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Megaluigi93 said the following:

i do not accept chalenges on word-play

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zeldaconnetion said the following:

Nice choice of words.
I'm a person who values logic and conversation. So do you accept?

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Megaluigi93 said the following:

Who the hell are you???

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zeldaconnetion said the following:

[link]

I would like to give you an opportunity to prove that point of view [: I'm not bashing, I just enjoy battling wits against faith.

Oh and for every reason I shoot down, I'll give you one why gay marriage SHOULD be legalized.


Cheers!

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/22555172/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/22555172/ Tue, 13 Jan 2009 03:25:21 PST I do not believe they have gotten the attention they rightly deserve. You may think "Prose? Hell no. Too long for me" but most can be read (by moderate level readers) in under 5 minutes ( shorter than most Underoath songs! D: )

I personally find these tales to be a rapidly growing extension of my own persona and abilities. And few people have been reading them (17 views no comments on one)

I do promise they will be coming more frequently and will be getting a bit more interesting as the plot thickens.
If you do not understand the plot or are confused by something, tell me, let me know. Ask a question for the love of .. Something.. That way I will be able to explain.


I've never committed to writing any sort of story. I tried twice. And failed. So please. Support me in this.

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/22317643/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/22317643/ Wed, 31 Dec 2008 21:55:18 PST In other news
Life is same as always, I've just today met a rather interesting person, ironically just in the time for New Years... Perhaps I've made a new friend for this coming year, but oh- we'll see.

Emilio is... Undecided, I have lots to be thankful, and happy for. This year has been one of the best. With grudging regret, I left the only home I'd ever known, the only family I ever had, including my two brothers, my newest Second Cousin Joseph, my aunt and my cousins... In search of something greater, better and more fulfilling.
I almost found it in the form of a friend, named Emmy, then I almost found it in the form of a place, Comma Coffee, then I did find it, in myself. All but the latter have seemed to fade, and even after many months in my new home. I have few strings. I could pack up in 3 days and leave without so much as a goodbye to anyone outside my family.

I find myself in the same boat, different river. The loner who loves it and keeps himself close to his heart. I find myself however, wanting to not be. A part of me wants to have someone to call my friend, a place to call a second home and a not-so-beaten path to walk. There will be many opportunities for this however. So I'm not very worried

But the main thing is, I need a new rival. Someone intellectually challenging for me, I think I may yet have found this as well, but a pattern repeats in my life: All those whom I meet people who interest me and they leave. Not by any earth-shattering mistake or something but from a predestined arrangement that I could not prevent without drastic measures.

Also, this year has very much been (For my parents) about getting me a better education and a good job. But their goals and my goals align differently, just a bit. Their faith in me has always been great, but you see their faith in my abilities and what I can and can not do are marginally.. Less... And it discourages me, also they are marginally mis-informed as to what is needed to GET a job. I have full trust in my capabilities to learn and grow, I know what I am fully capable of and I have no limits on what I can and what I will do. I will never be denied, I will never be told I cannot do something because I will work a thousand times harder to prove them wrong.

I wont ever have trouble finding a job, I'm a reliable, hard working fast learner. And I aim to please. I keep my job self and myself completely separate as well, not out of shame for myself but because at work you should be focused on work. Once you get comfortable- then sure. Let yourself shine.


But anyway. I know I will make it, because despite what my parents see and don't see. I've got the drive, the will and the power to make it on my own steam.

I'm mostly worried about my personal life, or lack there of. I want just SOME place to belong, a coffee shop, a book store, a club. An anything to go to. I'll find it.

And as I'm thinking about this. I'm also very close to the age where I feel I'll be leaving home, once more. There is one prospective home I hope for, and ironically the person I met today wishes to go there too. Possibilities for this new land rack my mind and press against my heart and dazzle my eyes...
The rain and the trees call to me, sing their songs of beauty and grace... I want them so. But a new trip, comes with many fears. I will be going there this May however, to see someone very near and dear to my heart. So I will take advantage of this to see how I feel in this land. Perhaps my future lies just beyond state lines...

My wishes for this new year are to find myself a job, which pays well and I am proud of. And to visit the land of Rain and Trees, as well as my dearest friend. Wish me good luck, please, I implore of you.

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/22210073/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/22210073/ Fri, 26 Dec 2008 13:16:13 PST I have no shame

I've decided to start making sigil avatars for people using either their real first names, a chosen nickname or their DeviantART screen name. This is an example avatar: [link]

If you want an avatar sigil of your own for deviantART. Contact me through a note. with subject "Avatar" stating the name you want in the avatar and TWO main color schemes- one for background and one for the sigil (I here chose B&W) I will respond with a yes or no answer depending on my workload, and a time frame for me to finish said avatar. [:

P.S. Don't say something that comes out of a crayon box. If I read "Azure green" I'm gonna punch someone. Srslyd00d.

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/22197373/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/22197373/ Thu, 25 Dec 2008 18:42:40 PST
Lately (lately here having the meaning of all 5 years I've spent on dA) I've seen lots of 'Good job! Very pretty' comments on serious pieces of art- now while there is nothing WRONG with this, it helps the artist very little to actually improve. The problem seems to be not that people don't want to crit' art. It's that they aren't sure how. So I've written this up to help you (Yes you sitting there on the other side of the screen) become a better critic- which is properly applied can help you achieve better taste for a LOT of things.

First off, stick with what you know. If you enjoy dark, gothic art and know a lot of esoteric meanings of relating symbols or wording. DON'T try to critic a painting of a unicorn laying beside an apple tree in a sun filled glade ( unless you also happen to also like unicorns and know they were once meant to show vitality, ferocity and male power, and that their 'natural' habitat includes glades of apple trees and know the symbolism behind apples and their trees - but this is beside the point )

Second, know what deserves a crit' and what is just eye candy. Don't try to dig through fifty possible meanings of a drawing of Naruto kissing Sauske in a bathrobe unless you're critiquing the actual caliber of the drawing.

Be descriptive! Don't just say "It's very pretty, but your lines here need work" say "The drawing itself is done well, but I suggest working on different angles to help with your lines in so-and-so area"

going with #3... BE HELPFUL!!!! >.< don't point out negative after negative after negative then press send- this is plain old fashioned being a dickwad. Don't do it, it helps no one and gets your ass flambeed- but it's a mistake a lot of amateurs fall in to.

#4. When in doubt- say what it makes you feel, or makes you think of. If I come to a picture with SO much symbolism I can only process half, I look closer at the details (that's what full view is for) and describe what they make me think and feel.

5. Be honest, but go easy on people who seem new (And even people who aren't! No one likes being crushed under a mound of 'you need to work on this' and also try to be positive- usually what I do if there is a LOT that needs work on, I turn the negative into positives, Instead of saying "Work on the arm drawings and 'tying them in' to the torso" I say "Your torsos are REALLY good, so maybe branch out and try to focus more on the details and anatomy of the arms"

6 How do I properly critic poetry/prose?: not gonna lie folks, this can be hard- everyone has their style. But there's usually a few ground rules for example: you don't write "He picked up his car keys and got in the car and went to work" but don't phrase it that way when critiquing.. Ask questions "Well, what does he have on his key chain, where were the keys? what model or color or make is this car? Is it beat up, or is it spotless?" Let them know that something is missing from the description- and for poets.. Poetry is to be subtle and symbolic, but get the point across. Poetry is the art of archers, warriors and lovers. Why? Because it is exact, precise, it hits the right place at the right time and it always- ALWAYS provokes emotion. Keep the first 5 rules in mind and modify them to fit the art. Whether it be photography, poetry, drawing, painting, digital art. Anything.

And above all: Always KNOW what you critic, be polite & kind, be helpful and honest.
Personally, I hope this helps every wanna-be critic and every artist who wants to learn how to properly judge their own work :} Everyone can always improve, but art is something personal- so when it comes right down to if, if the artist them self is content. Then they're doing well.

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/21990872/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/21990872/ Mon, 15 Dec 2008 01:58:12 PST Where else would it be..?

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/21940144/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/21940144/ Thu, 11 Dec 2008 23:12:28 PST

It's a douche bag. And my contact list is apparently fucked up because it happens when you switch to Windows Live.. So I'll need to re-download the installer and reinstall it
however I can only do this once I get a different wireless service (Clearwire) because right now with this, I've got 3% downloaded, and have had that for the last ..20 minutes? And it says 8 minutes left.


Love you, don't expect to see me on Windows Live, USE MY YAHOO YOU BUMS. Leave your msnm address and if you have Windows Live I can add you <3 This way I don't have to loooose yoouu

Lauren! MUWAHAHAHA now you HAVE to update your messenger, because without it I can't talk to you and that will make me sad...Sodoit!

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/21932113/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/21932113/ Thu, 11 Dec 2008 14:16:12 PST the sound waves alone aren't strong enough to manipulate streams of energy and must be supplemented with emotional energy and visualization techniques. You can use almost any instrument and do not necessarily need skill in playing, the main ingredient is intuition. Visualize > Feel > Play.

Alternatively, listening to music pre-recorded is an option. I personally have never played the same thing twice. But in theory let's say you cast for.. Prosperity and record the 'session' to play back later for the same spell. This would be an acceptable approach, just continue with the raising of energy and visualization letting the music wash over you - not consume you.
finish by enveloping the 'notes' around you, blending with the energy and releasing it. This same ritual proper can be tweaked- to use any music as long as it presents the correct 'feeling' for you. Example: for something like a hex reversal one (myself) might listen to any of the following: Greed by Godsmack, Voodoo by Godsmack, Slave Labor by Fear Factory, Thoughtless by KoRn. Something generally empowering and anger geared, but focused AS LONG AS THE MUSIC HOLDS SPECIFIC MEANING FOR YOU. For protection I usually swear by the song Planet Hell by Nightwish. Experiment and find out on your own, be receptive to what songs make you feel what.

So you see, music in any form, by anyone. Can be harnessed to further empower or even create a spell. I've had very many instances with a certain person of my past who while listening to music heard other voices in the track not included in the original. This kind of subliminal casting could be used against another person, for any number of uses (primarily, domination and persuasion spells)

- This work will be referenced in any of my upcoming lessons on witchcraft to those students who are still active Anyone new who wishes to possibly join contact me via note -

]]> ~zeldaconnetion http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/21881800/ http://zeldaconnetion.deviantart.com/journal/21881800/ Mon, 08 Dec 2008 13:12:16 PST My mother lost her job, because Ron the manager at Silver City RV is a crooked, piece of scum. So anyway, that's fine. It'll set us back on some things but he got what he deserved (Someone slapped a sexual harassment suit on him, when angry. I find the best course of action is to SPEED up karma, not do it's job for it.)

anyhow. We moved to a different place. In Carson City.
Nice place so far, now the new-er news.


3 days ago my internet went out, so I've been without my mind-numbing distractions for quite a while. Poor me (lol)

But now I'm back! Fuck yes.

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I have found the reason why I enjoy short women!
HALFLINGS
[link]

Enjoy&Smile

I am so noting this to Lauren >.< The short jokes continue, woman!

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A special comment on Proposition 8/Gay Marriage from MSNBC.


guh, my keyboard died on me tonight thankfully I'm under warranty and yeah I'm using the dell keuyboard from moms comp >< I will most likely need to send the computer back to dell completely so it can be serviced, since trying to fix it myself is a breach of warranty... Wish me luck and I will be out of commission for at least 7 business days, hopefully not more... >< Stress stress and MORE stress is ALL I've been getting lately..

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I dearly want to go away, hide deep in the forests wood and dance with the raindrops. Just to run away with the water at my back and the wind in my face.
Too much is already here, it's time to go.
I'm not much one for sticking around, never was y'know.

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