http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:zeronomon&section=today deviantART RSS for by:zeronomon en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Thu, 10 Dec 2009 04:46:24 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/28351193/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/28351193/ Sat, 14 Nov 2009 10:50:29 PST
Except I had to work until one in the morning and I'd forgotten my jacket (and, by extension, my gloves) at home. It felt like I'd be cold forever; the cold penetrated my skull and gave me a headache, from which I'm still recovering. I put the heater on in my car, to little effect. I got home, slept until two comforters, and in fleece pajamas, and still woke up with that inner coldness. How surreal!

I also tried going cold-turkey off sodas, which may also explain the headache. I woke up and drank a pepsi, so I'm feeling better. My bro was cool enough to think ahead and buy me a six-pack of Mt. Dew, which is also cool. Thanks, bro!

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/27309201/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/27309201/ Sat, 19 Sep 2009 21:52:22 PDT
It's for the wrong side eye.

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/27182022/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/27182022/ Sun, 13 Sep 2009 01:45:48 PDT
Oh the humanity!

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/25673966/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/25673966/ Wed, 01 Jul 2009 13:12:34 PDT
Hokay, so.

These are the rules:
1. Post the rules.
2. Each tagged person must tell 8 things about themselves
3. At the end you have to tag 8 people and post their icons in your journal
4. Then go back to their page and leave a comment saying you tagged them [D:]
5. No tag backs

1) My hair isn't perfectly black, but a very, very dark brown.
2) My daily routine starts off with getting up, going to the bathroom, then sitting down at my computer.
3) I never finish an art project once I've told somebody about it.
4) My birthday was one day away from making me 16 on 6/6/06.
5) I really love the smell of garlic.
6) I have to wear an eyepatch while I play first-person shooter games, else I get severely dizzy.
7) I can type with gloves on.
8) I fight for my friends.

I tag...



]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/23173579/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/23173579/ Fri, 13 Feb 2009 12:20:30 PST
Instead, my focus surrounds a single day of the week, not a week of the year. I can't be bothered to plan much further than that.

Anyway, you should know to not expect holiday things from me, least of all Valentine's.

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/22793941/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/22793941/ Sun, 25 Jan 2009 00:52:24 PST
THAT BASTARD! ROCK AND ROLL BELONGS TO EVERYONE.

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/22175122/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/22175122/ Wed, 24 Dec 2008 19:52:05 PST
I've learned that I really fucking love Steampunk, but never really got a chance to get into it until recently (something, I'm sure, most steampunk fans can relate to).

ITT that, to me, steampunk is a really attractive clothing style. In a fantasy genre, it's too overwhelming to me to have it alone in a story or whatnot, so it's best with a combination of other genres, you know?

Like engineering's role in World of Warcraft. I swear, when I build my own flier, I'm going to shout (over voip or vent or something), "I'VE GOT A FLYING MACHINE!! 8D" and then promptly get shot down by something (which, honestly, happened a lot when I played WC2; never cared for my flying machines).

Speaking of which, I'm putting WC2 on my list of oldschool games to play (yes, that's oldschool to me; I grew up with an n64, not any Atari thing). That and all of the Half-Life series, and then Portal if I ever get around to it. I've been meaning to play through StarCraft and Brood War again, just for nostalgia's sake, but Tassadar is the damnest high templar I've ever seen and has a horrific talent for getting himself killed.

So that's all fun an dandy. I managed to pick up some junk today and I might pick up more tomorrow, depending on what places are still open Christmas Day (it's likely the places I'm looking for, the low-end places, might be open, considering they need the business the most). Then my last and finally expense will only be shipping, as is always the case.

I always knew I'd end up having to pay for my 'shipping (stupid pun).

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/21688196/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/21688196/ Wed, 26 Nov 2008 20:24:44 PST my coworker's deviantART page. It reminded me that I really should clean up my page/gallery/et cetera.

But we all know that's not going to ever happen.

Thing is, I've been drawing a ton I'm not ever going to post due to certain restrictions, but I'd be more than eager to share over an AIM conversation, if anyone was bold enough to talk to me.

Hint: it's not porn. (_{Not yet, anyway.})

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/21644525/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/21644525/ Mon, 24 Nov 2008 09:33:06 PST
...if I had dropped the whole roll in the toilet?

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/21509940/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/21509940/ Sat, 15 Nov 2008 23:07:30 PST
Who is the weirdo in the Oldsmobile that keeps parking next to me.

I mean come on.

What the hell.




Also, another reason why I don't like PSPs: where do I plug in headphones? It's like you're not ever allowed to be discrete about having a PSP. HAY GUSY LIKE MY HANDHELD VIDEOGAME/MEDIA DEVICE??? IT'S NOT A PHONE!!1wtf

Okay I'm done being annoying/low on blood sugae. I'm gonna let this stagnate on my userpage just a "tad" longer before I find something slightly more stupid to put over it.

Like tasteless wallpaper. Each layer doesn't seem as bad compared to the layer above it.

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/21412018/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/21412018/ Sun, 09 Nov 2008 20:21:31 PST church...with my fly down.

Damn it. Dx

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/20751982/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/20751982/ Mon, 29 Sep 2008 23:34:28 PDT - Taken, thank you very much.

2. LAST GIFT YOU RECEIVED?
- Alyssa drew me a fugly awesome neona to cheer me up.

3. EVER DROPPED YOUR CELL PHONE?
- NO maybe YES.

4. THING(S) YOU SPEND LOTS OF MONEY ON..
- Food, gas, and books.

5. LAST FOOD YOU ATE?
- Um, cookies.

6. ONE FAVORITE SONG?
- Varies. Right now, Laugh at Life, by Jackal Queenston.

7. WHERE DO YOU LIVE?
- LA.

8. LAST WEDDING YOU ATTENDED:
- Strangers'.

9. LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR FRIENDS?
- I froget. It's been that long.

10. WHERE IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO EAT WITH FRIENDS?
- I prefer eating alone, actually.

11. CAN YOU COOK?
- I can overcook.

12. LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
- I think I was on the phone, or something. I forget.

13. WHAT DO YOU LIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF:
- I like to think I'm smart and talented, ha!

14. HATE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF?
- My dark skin.

15. CAN YOU SING?
- I like to think so, but I'm fooling myself and no one else.

16. DO YOU DRINK?
- SODA YEAH.

17. PANCAKES OR FRENCH TOAST?
- Pancakes.

18. DO YOU LIKE COFFEE?
- Not at all.

19. LAST PERSON WHO SENT YOU A TEXT MESSAGE?
- FUCKEN VERIZON TRYING TO GET ME TO BUY MORE MINUTES. STFU YOU GREEDY BASTARDS.

20. WHAT WAS THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECEIVED?
- If it wasn't Verizon being dicks or my brother being an idiot ("I'm so narcissistic I shit myself"), then it must have been my fight with the ex from way back when, I think it was in April.

21. CAN YOU PLAY POOL?
- Hardly.

22. CAN YOU SWIM?
- Nnnnnno. Fear of water.

23. ICE CREAM?
- Baskin Robin's Dutch chocolate..

24. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING?
- Eight or something. Was nearly late for work.

25. WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS WEEKEND?
- WORKING AGAIN. DAMN IT.

26. ARE YOU SMILING RIGHT NOW?
- No but I drew something that make me smirk in this weird grin/frown combination.

27. DO YOU MISS SOMEONE RIGHT NOW?
- Yessssssssss.

28. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?
- Yyyyyyyyyeah.

29. DO YOU HAVE A SISTER?
- NO.

32. IF YOU WERE A COLOR, WHAT WOULD YOU BE?
- A deep, blood red.

33. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE RIGHT NOW, WHERE?
- HOUSTON.

34. FOOD YOU'RE CRAVING FOR RIGHT THIS MINUTE?
- Zesty wings. ;0;

35. NAME A PERSON WHO'S NAME STARTS WITH THE LETTER J?
- June?

36. WHERE'S THE BEST PLACE TO EAT ICE CREAM?
- In the ice cream shop, across from my lover♥

37. RADIO STATION YOU FREQUENTLY LISTEN TO?
- Pandora Radio!

38. WHERE DO YOU USUALLY HANG OUT?
- Other than home and work, I'm a mall rat.

41. FAVORITE DAY?
- Friday: PAY DAY.

42. ARE YOU EASY TO GET ALONG WITH?
- Depends. If you're not an idiot.

43. WHAT MOVIE DO YOU WANT TO SEE RIGHT NOW?
- Quarantine.

44. WHO'S BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP?
- My mother's. _Shit.

45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?
- Two or three.

46. WHERE DO YOU USUALLY WATCH MOVIES?
- Wherever's convenient.

47. NAME ONE PERSON WHICH STARTS WITH THE LETTER L?
- Ljyx?

48. FAVORITE THINGS THAT YOU HAVE NOW?
- Laptop and internets!

49.SONG(S) THAT MAKES YOU CRY?
- The Burning Legion (Main Title theme to The Burning Crusade). Either that or Lament of the Highborne.

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/20513768/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/20513768/ Mon, 15 Sep 2008 21:25:42 PDT
I got a job at an amusement park. I was nervous at first but quickly got the hang of it. It's very fun, being a ride operator, helping guests have fun and such. There's been good moments, and there've been bad. I had to turn away kids for not meeting the height requirement, who immediately started bawling. I've had to turn away heavyset guests because lapbars wouldn't lock. I've had to stop a ride for a crying child, and call down a ride simply because the machine was being picky. It's all been rather bearable, except for the people I'm forced to work with, who all seem to be burned-out losers who only work there because they can't land a job anywhere else.

As for me, this was kinda my safety net. A little more time and I could have gotten a job at some local store, though not as secure, certainly a lot closer and a little less stressful. Today a guest killed a docile little sparrow while I was going on my break, and I ended up standing with the little bird for nearly an hour after it died, because I didn't want some sadistic bastard coming and messing with it's corpse. I was forced to leave before I could find what Park Services (cleanup crew) did with it, but I'm almost certain they threw it in the trash, or some other receptacle.

As hurricane Ike tore through Houston, power to my girlfriend's house was cut of, and effectively her access to internet as well. Times were tough enough with the distance, then our schedules conflicting, and now this. And with things being so stressful at home, I almost considered throwing everything away and just flying to Houston. Nothing after that could be as bad, as long as I was with her.

So with things being like it is, I've been drawing a bit more lately. Nothing presentable, mind you, but it's been an outlet more or less. I've been drinking tons more soda than I should. I've also played WoW until my eyes bled, and even then some (with the announcement of WotLK release date, I'm more pressured than ever to catch up, else be left behind even more). I put off buying a card yesterday, only to find my time ran out today, so just ran a quick errand to Best Buy and bought one. Why is it that the only race promoted on the box as well as the card is Night Elves? And yes, it is just a box with a card in it. If the card was secured in there, you wouldn't be able to shake it and hear that satisfying clak-clak of an object bouncing around in there.

Speaking of bouncing, I've been considering getting an account on Eka's Portal (not that any of you care, you probably think I'm weird). I'm not even that much of a socialite here, so joining another community just might not be worth it enough...but since the subject is so sensitive here, I might just have to.

With the Octomber season rolling in, I was sure to buy a bag of candy corn! I'm going to go kill my teeth with it. No not really. I just had three cans of soda and a bottle of chocolate milk, I think I might just have to hold back a bit. (Soda is my stress reliever, especially if it's cold!) I don't know why I like candy corn, even if I'm not eating it, I just like the idea of having a bag of it, to eat when I choose, and yet still choosing not to. It's just the love of freedom, you know? Like how I have a car and a license, but never drive anywhere. Haha, that's terrible.

Yes, I'm still hyper from work (the first two sodas were caffeinated). But I'd rather be some hyperactive freak than some burned-out loser. I actually got cursed out by a coworker because he was so down and I was so up. Motherfucker; I got so pissed, if I hadn't walked out, I would have punched his fat fucking face in.

So yes, hyper and stress does not create the best combination. I wish I could have gotten hired at a bookstore, or an art supply store; somewhere I would really be happy, you know? Not where people hate their job and only do the littlest possible to get by. It's worse than high school. The only thing that makes it worth it is the money, and just barely. I might just run away to Houston.

Might.

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/19408394/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/19408394/ Tue, 15 Jul 2008 11:29:59 PDT
Just got back from my test, and passed it on the first try (in contrast with my brother, naturally).

I just realized that I have performance anxiety (in more things than drawing, anyway). Whenever I just have to get something just right, I end up getting so nervous I screw things up (seven errors). But I'll get over that.

I need some references for job applications. B:

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/18683055/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/18683055/ Thu, 05 Jun 2008 16:11:12 PDT homework for the first few minutes of my adulthood.

To celebrate my birthday I went to school, had an exam, watched the end of Hamlet (SPOILER: everyone dies), went home and ate leftovers. The best part about that was that there was leftovers. That seriously rocked.

Oh, and there was cupcakes. Or rather, cupcake. I ate one and it was massively filling. But delicious. It were massively delicious.

Alyssa made me a wonderful birthday thing, which is nice. I haven't gotten a birthday drawing since, like, the ninth grade (I used to have it framed but I took it down...the space where it was is yet to be filled).

In addition to being able to spend my birthday as I please (sitting around doing basically nothing, hahaha), my girlfriend totally came out yesterday, which was a surprise even to me. x.x; The mood before had been "don't care if people figure it out, but don't tell anyone outright" in addition to "Katie must not know" so it was rather restricting on me, who was simply exploding with the want to express my love in public.

But all that is behind us now! Ye-heah, to those few who figured it out: congratulations, you were actually not dumb enough to fall for our simple ploys (my simple ploys, actually). To those who are like "wtf June and Odds are a couple now?!" you can all go to hell, you're so fucking dumb it's not even funny.

...I kid. It's such a relief to me, for some reason. I have difficulty keeping secrets anyway, so the months (however many there were, you'll have to guess) were quite a stretch for me. Phew!

But to continue: EIGHTEEN. I can view adult websites legally now. I mean, I can view adult websites now, because I've never been to any before. Hahaha oh it's not funny. For my birthday my parents got me a car which I've actually had for a few months but it was a wayyyy early present so it doesn't really feel like "now" does it? So they gave me a hundred bucks.

I am going to buy WoW and play until I drop unconscious.

If I stop posting, and this journal is still up (or something, I don't know), then you can probably guess where I am.

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/17519115/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/17519115/ Wed, 26 Mar 2008 01:17:44 PDT hay play as whatever characters and choose from those stuff. That's what made CC different from most other FF games in the series: you could be you, not somebody else. You were really the hero, not playing the part of one. Yes, I realize there are other games where you're stuck playing the part of someone else and those are really good games; however, I much prefer having my own stylistic freedom, yes. :>

So yes, I haven't been drawing much because of the release of the prequel to one of my most loved RPGs (the other being Quest 64, for some reason). To tell the truth I haven't played that many games, but I do dwell upon the few for long amounts of time. Before the release I had actually been drawing regularly, but not anything presentable (although I should probably submit them as scraps; ought I? huh? No? Alright then, no submissions then. See how you like it.).

It's spring break right now, but I'll probably have this journal displayed long after it's over (as much as I dislike having outdated journals up, I know for a fact I do do this). Time has been inching along for the moment but in retrospect it seems to have flashed by ineffectually. _Remarkable. One of the things I need to do more of (besides pester Hale with innumerable personal questions) is get off my arse and create something worth submitting (really, I've been doing it, but the project has been so large I fear I may not finish it before I get discouraged and quit).

Well, I've probably said too much already (I haven't even discussed the latest drama, gusy!), and will probably forget this later anyway, only for it to come back and bite me in the arse. I should probably be sleeping now but dammit I don't want to.

_{Haaaah, I somehow got her to call me 'love' back. This is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me...so far!!}

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/17285798/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/17285798/ Tue, 11 Mar 2008 12:31:32 PDT
xD

:3

XD!!!

...I freaking love it. *RPG addict*

It's such comfort to have a good game when you're sick. :< I hate just sitting around trying to recover when I could be doing something a bit more constructive. :[ Huh, I stayed up until nine last night, with a fever, just so I could talk to my love...|D I'm so stupid....maybe. >3>

I kinda wish I could network over RBO, but that would kinda defeat the purpose of it being Offline....>__>; Contrarily, would any of you recommend a decent MMO that's free? :3? :3? :3?

Please? Anyone? =w=;

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/17184042/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/17184042/ Tue, 04 Mar 2008 17:30:18 PST
I'm tempted to tell the mutual friend of both friends but I'm afraid that they might not understand/care.

Oh, and I'm asking all this as hypotheticals, you know, so don't ask me for names or details or anything. Huh!

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/17183983/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/17183983/ Tue, 04 Mar 2008 17:26:26 PST
Let's see....things that have happened over the past few days? I managed to buy a ton of chocolate, I don't know why or how, but I just did, and hope to be able to send part of that ton to my girlfriend since she's a girl and all girls love chocolate. Duh! Hay, anyone know how much shipping costs?

I got two chapters ahead in my web page design class and now spend the afternoons lurking in places just for the lulz, causing minor disturbances to anyone unfortunate enough to be sitting near me...which isn't very many, seeing as the class is meant for forty students and yet there are only fifteen, huh. So yeah, a good waste of time.

I took to drawing comics in my English notebook during second period, and it wasn't until afterwards that I realized the joke didn't make as much sense as it was meant to, nor was it nearly as funny as I thought it was. And now my tablet driver is gone AWOL and I'm too lazy to be restarting right now so I can't draw anything.

And with that, it would see I'm in some kind of artblock-ish-thing, what with the no-drawing and all. Oh, I can't seem to write as coherently as I used to, either. Can you tell? I feel like punching something...

...or someone, but then again, that's seventy-five thousand miles...I'm not going to waste that kind of money just to punch somebody, even if it is for self-gratification... Hey, is it possible to ship a punch? Can I send her an ePunch? Disregard that pronoun, by the way, I wasn't directly implying anybody.

Oh, and I had a stroke of nerddom and recreated a 'Newcomers' character page using the exact colors, dimensions, and image quality as the web site. It's in a PSD and I'm too lazy to export it, so I'm asking now: do you people want it or do you want to use that other guy's crappy screenshot that's of inferior size and quality? Contrarily, I can't post it as a deviation, because I didn't originally create any part of the image.

I feel so aimless. If a strong gust of wind blew through my mind, it might fly off with it. Oh, but then I'd lose it for, like, forever! Baww, I kinda needed that...

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/17017851/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/17017851/ Fri, 22 Feb 2008 22:59:19 PST
Mad Cow disease
Rabies
slipping in the bathroom and bludgeoning my head on the toilet
plane crash
tuberculosis
_{internal bleeding}
electrocution
spontaneous human combustion

...just to name a few.

Are you going to reassure me now, or just criticize my fears?

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/16969256/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/16969256/ Tue, 19 Feb 2008 20:50:12 PST
Plus I really have nothing else to do.

Today I broke my streak at two days and puked today. I hate coughing fits, especially when it ends that way.

Plus phlegm is gross. And headaches are painful. And crying when you're that sick is not cute.

It's especially tough on my friends too who have to put up with me coughing into the phone.

And you said I was sounding better thank you very much for jinxing me.

Wup, going to go eat and see what I can keep down and for how long.

_{dumb chick at school had to get me sick, I swear, the next time she asks me for something...}

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/16952916/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/16952916/ Mon, 18 Feb 2008 20:20:01 PST
-I burned my tongue on a delicious cake.
-I discovered a callus on my knuckle.
-Venezuelan chocolate is overrated.
-Despite spell checking myself three times, I still managed to misspell the name Tiedrich (I refuse to make the correction, though).
-Tried to do definitions for English, but bandits ran off with them.
-Drew, colored, and submitted a comic in record time.
-Bought a pair of wireless headphones. They suck.
-Tried 99% cocoa dark chocolate.
-Discovered the most bitter thing in existence.
-Discovered that cocktail weenies actually go good with rice (to a point).
-Started a grease fire.
-Drew loads of character sketches in a notebook but actually completed nothing.
-Wasted record time.
-Got sick.
-Had a dream I knew how to skateboard and woke up wanting to skateboard but then realized why I never did: I'm too damned lazy.
-Drove around a lot.
-Found money in my car.
-Could not spend aforementioned money.
-Ate chocolate cake to forget aforementioned unspendable money.
-Burned my tongue on delicious cake.

Isn't life interesting?

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/16901475/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/16901475/ Fri, 15 Feb 2008 15:59:37 PST couples thing.

Valentine's Day came and went and I barely noticed, lol.

I'll get it next time, don't worry. ^^

~

..._SQUARE.

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/16666805/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/16666805/ Thu, 31 Jan 2008 22:30:49 PST for some reason.

oh that's right I have an essay due oh fuzz

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/16570184/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/16570184/ Fri, 25 Jan 2008 17:33:33 PST MissStarSeed ...who does a lot of surveys, it appears, but I just happened to land on this one.

A-AVAILABLE- No.

B-BIRTHDAY- June 5

C-CONFUSED ABOUT- girls...

D-DRINK YOU HAD- Sunkist Orange Soda

E-EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO- >.<;

F-FAVE GROUP BAND- Lemon Demon, Mute Math, loads more...

G-GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS?- Ah you undastandin' the worms that ah comin' outta mah mouth?!

H-HOMETOWN- Lakewood, bishes.

I-INSTRUMENTS- Does piano count? *incredibly Asian*

J-JUICE- Fruit punch.

K-KIND OF PHONE YOU HAVE- Razr.

L-LONGEST CAR RIDE- Those long trips driving my brother to and from college...4+ hours a day for six weeks. My first iPod died on those long journeys...

M-MILKSHAKE FLAVOR- Chocolate, I guess. I really prefer smoothies, really.

N-NUMBER OF PETS- Two rabbits, two cockatiels.

O-ONE WISH- To be with my true love.

P-LAST PERSON YOU HUNG OUT W/- No one; I don't really take to 'hanging out' anymore.

Q-QUIET OR LOUD- Loud with my friends, quiet everywhere else.

R-REASON TO SMILE- When I hear my love's voice...

S-SOMEWHERE YOU WANT TO GO- Be at my love's side...

T-TIME YOU WOKE UP- Half an hour before I had to leave the house.

U-UNDERWEAR- Briefs, as I've no one to impress...T__T

V-VIOLENT- Rarely.

W-WORST HABIT- Speaking without thinking, and acting on impulse.

X-X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD- Two or three or four. I'm not athletic in the least, but I used to be quite reckless as a child.

Y-YOUR FAVE ANIMAL- I'm not quite particular to any animal, although I love fictional beasts, such as dragons, griffons, and chimaeras.

Z-ZODIAC SIGN- Gemini. Perfect, too, seeing as I've got such a split personality.

...that is all.

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/16559143/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/16559143/ Thu, 24 Jan 2008 22:10:37 PST curtain of water being tossed continuously over the whole city, it's psychotic.
Of course, the sound is worse; not seeing it but hearing that intense roar coming from all sides, seemingly penetrating the border without any perceivable threshold. It just comes at you and doesn't stop until it's got you. It's psychotic.
That's not to mention the lightning, the thunder. There was a flash, and I look, paranoid, into the dark. A fluorescent light bulb flickered out of view, and my nerves were calmed. Then there was the roar. That house-trembling roar that gripped your heart and shook you to your core. It was booming, and the rattling it left behind could be heard for what felt like infinite moments past. The rain sounded like a dull murmur in comparison, and a car alarm could be heard in the distance.
I turned the light off after that, as to not be taken off guard again. I saw the same flash out of the corner of my eye, but didn't recognize it; my mind rationalized it immediately as a flash from the screen, but I was punished for mistake. A second booming cry, not as loud as the first, but still heart=shaking and nerve-wracking all the same. It passed faster, as well, and another car alarm sounded in the distance. Or was it the same, still having gone on from the first cry?
My brother came in and reminded me of the death of his friend's computer: fried during a thunderstorm, right through the surge protector. I unplugged Alberio, my laptop, and am now running him off the battery. The way he is, he may last another twenty minutest to an hour, if I'm careful. I had been hoping to take my mind off the storm with some music or something, but instead find myself obsessed with it. Obsessed with fear, obsessed with evasion, obsessed with hearing that breathtaking, magnificent roar.
It is, really, psychotic.

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/16424286/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/16424286/ Tue, 15 Jan 2008 21:12:25 PST
Nothing to report. Eloquent speech has gone down the drain. I hope to draw more, but most everything is just plot summaries and character outlines, not even good enough for scraps.

I wrote some stuff...but it's really personally inspired, I fear that submitting it will reveal too much about something I don't want out in the open. I can't ever seem to do anything for anyone but myself anymore. Even spending time with her seems a selfish indulgence, yet using that time sparingly is also selfish indulgence...

My indecisiveness will be my downfall, and already is. Instead of moving forward, I am being dragged forward. Rather than making progress on my own two feet, I'm making tracks in the dirt with my heels. I just wish I had a little more time to finish one thing before beginning another, rather than having everything dumped on me at once. These people don't know what they're doing. They don't know what they've got, and treat me like all the rest. I need to find a way to set myself apart from the rest, but this is the result of being burdened like the rest, it simply perpetuates itself.

Yeah...that's totally nothing to report. I can't say I'm not infinitely grateful for having someone who cares, but I oft wonder of other people, and it continues to depress me.

If you've gained nothing from the abovementioned, or perhaps if my cryptic ramblings have vexed you, at least remember this:

It's time to get serious!

[_END]

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/16139569/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/16139569/ Fri, 28 Dec 2007 13:57:04 PST Most of the revisions are really updates and changes in the characters, who change over time just like real people. I sometimes think of them as real people, not something that I alone own or control.

Rules
1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions as if its an interview
3. Then tag three people.


Here are my characters:
1) Evan
2) Junen
3) Van Emerithe
4) Torrent
5) Fauves

1) How Old Are You?
Evan: It's all relative, really.
Junen: Seventeen, going on eighteen! WOO! *shot*
Van Emerithe: "Old" is a relative term, in actuality: in my species, and in my homeworld, I'm not even approaching middle age, but as compared to your own species, and perhaps this world, I might be...venerable.
Torrent: What he said: it's all about the relatives.
Fauves: I'll not honor that question with a response.

2)Height?
Evan: Five feet...and four, five inches? It's been a while since I've checked.
Junen: Eh...about six...feet. I slouch sometimes, so I duno, rly.
Van Emerithe: "Height" is a human interpretation of one's length in relation to 'the ground.' This is because humans cannot comprehend the possibility of a being which has no such constant.
Torrent: Big. My height is exactly big.
Fauves: Five-six.

3)You Got Any Bad Habits??
Evan: ...Quite a few, I imagine, but not many I would be so aware of as to be able to tell you.
Junen: Well, I think far too much, and as a result, it would seem, I cannot articulate verbally as well as I can in other forms, such a writing. Conversely, thinking too much is comparatively preferable to thinking too little, which is one of my pet peeves when it comes to the traits of my so-called peers.
Van Emerithe: Perhaps...perhaps I'm just too cold sometimes...no, all of the time...
Torrent: Not one! Eh, maybe I'm too hot? XD
Fauves: I often do things out of spite. To be honest, I can't quite recall myself most of the time...

4)You a virgin?
Evan: ...No.
Junen: wut
Van Emerithe: Aha...no.
Torrent: umumumumum...mmmmaybe? What do you call 'virgin,' huh?
Fauves: Of course not.

5)Who's your Mate/Spouse?
Evan: I'd rather not talk about it. She...passed away.
Junen: Hah, I wish. TT___TT
Van Emerithe: I...ah, well...there is..._Zreth...
Torrent: There is this one guy...UH, did I say guy? I meant woman! Yeah, I'm totally into..the...girls...
Fauves: I don't care for such trivial things.

6)Have Any Kids?
Evan: None thus far. u_u
June. No—wait, Evan, what was with that answer?! XD;
Van Emerithe: There is one...A..._Asher...
Torrent: I hate kids, you got that?! D:<<<
Fauves: Maybe, maybe not. >w>

7)Favourite Food?
Evan: I can't say for sure.
Junen: Chicken, huh. |D Mostly chicken, but nothing gormet. I can't stand gormet shit.
Van Emerithe: It's not really about the food, but about the presentation and the atmosphere. Now, my perfect dinner is a night with my love, over some meal with a candelabra...
Torrent: Meat. Any kind of meat.
Fauves: Hm, I'll have to think about that...

8)Favourite Ice Cream flavour?
Evan: Mint chocolate-chip.
Junen: Chocolate!
Van Emerithe: Um...I'm always apt to try something different...
Torrent: Orange sherbert. What, you weren't expecting that?
Fauves: Chocolate brownie hot fudge. |D...

9)Killed anyone?
Evan: Not recently. O:
Junen: Not recently, no.
Van Emerithe: Well, yes, but I did bring him back to life. Remember that.
Torrent: Hahahaa...of course! _hurr
Fauves: I would have to concede: yes, I have.

10)Hate anyone?
Evan: Not just anyone...just a select few individuals...
Junen: Of course. Well, I hate certain traits, such as Apathy and Ignorance, and people who are dominated by them. It's not the individual I hate, but rather, the character flaws which they seem so attached to keeping.
Van Emerithe: Yes.
Torrent: Most everyone. http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15650332/ Sat, 24 Nov 2007 13:19:16 PST All you have to do is post this and let people check off what they would want
YOU to do to THEM.
No pressure people.

[ ]Hug
[ ]Kiss on cheek
[ ]Kiss on lips
[ ]Hold hands
[ ]Cuddle
[ ]Sit on your lap
[ ]Sit on my lap
[ ]Go on a date with you
[ ]Just be friends
[ ]Be more than friends
[ ]Love me
[ ]Like me
[ ]Kiss under the Mistletoe
[ ]Get to know me more
[ ]be with me
[ ]just hangout with me
[ ]Hold me
[ ]Love me for ever till the day you die
[ ]Hurt me
[ ]Call me
[ ]Be there for me

Repost this as Your Christmas wish list.

--------

Ah, but, come on, people, be reasonable... And ladies first, you guys
I refuse to let him ruin my holiday.

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15598186/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15598186/ Tue, 20 Nov 2007 23:16:13 PST Los Angeles for crying out loud! It's not supposed to get this cold, not in the suburbs!!

Ugh, the cold really gets on my nerves. Especially when it won't rain (and ergo, it won't snow). T_T

Buh, with all the more gregarious pursuits, I've no longer time for more selfish of an artistic nature (translation: I'm so damn busy with friends I have no time for arts anymore). Ah, but, damn!! I promised I would finish the thing. Ah, but I've all weekend to finish it now (all weekend tomorrow, that is; I've still got school on Wednesday, it's all so accursed).

I might just submit a WIP if I'm not lazy enough. I sure as hell won't submit two fanarts in a row, at least not for someone I've never spoken to (huh).

Also, just for a little bit of rantish whining: cramps suck. They seriously suck. I feel like I'm being bisected, cut in half, they hurt so bad. I mean, cramps so bad I've got bad pain?! I bet it's getting back at me for all those times I never had cramps when I was younger. Bah! Guys have it so much better. Gay sex is hotter with guys, anyway. I sometimes wish I was a guy...damn...

On a more tangent note (huh, this journal's gettin' longer than I wanted it to be)...shit, I just forgot it again. Damn! Oh well, it's your peoples' problem now. To bad!!

I's going to sleep.

_Fuck.

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15498567/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15498567/ Tue, 13 Nov 2007 19:11:21 PST I just can't stand it when someone tells me the food I'm eating looks like X gross thing or Y bodily fluid. Is that really necessary? Is that at all tactful?

I've been rather bored with meals as of late, so I've been experimenting with different combinations or spices/seasonings to make something new or different (basically I'm eating every kind of meat we have with rice). Hay, I tried hot dog with rice just the other day: the most disgusting thing I've ever made myself eat. On the other hand, Oreo in vanilla cake frosting is godly delicious, I kid you not. Of course, this isn't so if you don't like sweet things, in which case I would have to pity you.

The sense of taste is often linked with the sense of smell: for me, I have a rather sensitive sense of smell (excuse the redundancy). Since I'm constantly chewing my nails or whatnot, I can't bear to have some alien odor about my hands. So, I wash my hands frequently, but then I have to deal with the unpleasant aura of cheap soap scents. Those, I have little tolerance for also.

Pshaw: it seems I've been writing less as of late. Is this a problem? Yes, no? Possibly. Writing is an outlet, what I do when I'm not drawing; when I stop writing, I'm probably drawing something. In the case of neither, I think overwhelmingly, so the point where it depresses me (an ailment often labeled 'art block' ).

The name of the artist of the song in today's journal title escapes me right now. A quarter to the first person to remind me who it was. I'm too lazy to check myself.

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15471437/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15471437/ Sun, 11 Nov 2007 22:21:58 PST
...plus all the comment you guys left on my last journal helped, too. :3 (thnx ppl!! >^< )

Ah, for once I'm not posting a journal with any emo rants in it...OH NO HERE COMES ONE NAO--

I need to sew this shiz but I keep putting it off! D:< Okay, I'm going to put off painting so I can get this done....I must finish before December! Dx

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15465357/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15465357/ Sun, 11 Nov 2007 14:28:49 PST CATASTROPHIC FAILURE

Status: Just what is this?!

........

Okay, so I'm trying to draw this pic in PhotoShop, and everything's going fine. AIM locks up. I figure, since I need to restart, I'd save my pic before I lost anything. PhotoShop decides he's going to follow suit and lock up as well. So, I wait patiently for some time before siccing Task Manager to end it's ass. With that out of the way, I go to shut down Alberio (the laptop in question), and he decides to lock up while shutting down. Just, totally stop. I wait patiently, yes: wait, and wait, and wait, and wait. Then, the above happens (which I couldn't take a screenshot of, as you can imagine, so I took a photo of it).

........

My poor drawing! D:

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15438894/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15438894/ Fri, 09 Nov 2007 18:31:50 PST project for Team Crazy-Go-Nuts (which is a sufficiently random name, I believe, in comparison to something as mundane as 'Team Disfuntional,' although I can't disagree with the latter name's creator), and I need a few suggestions as to who should play the parts of the other classes (basically all of them are open save for the Heavy).

Also, seeing as there are more Team Fortress classes than there are TCGN members, should I or should I not fill the other classes with additional characters? Should I keep the group-picture idea, or just make individual shots of TCGN members as specific classes?

I'd like some advices, people!

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15321368/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15321368/ Thu, 01 Nov 2007 18:21:28 PDT and Nezumi will you help me put the stupid things together, but still have other projects to complete: mainly an essay, poster, among others.

It doesn't help much that sitting here for consecutive hours over consecutive days has actually afflicted me with a kind of pressure sore, which is disturbing to say the least. The bacon isn't half as satisfying as I expected (wanted, rather) it to be, but I can't complain, really. Tonight my Mother might make some kind of fish stew: precisely as I'd hoped.

Ah, but I haven't told you that dream yet. Peculiar, that I've been having reoccurring dreams about food which I can't have. So, one night, I had been dreaming that I went into the kitchen, and there was a rather sizable bag of fish sitting on the counter. I remember that this made me happy, because it was precisely the kind of fish that was perfect for stew ('erch' or something, I can't remember). I was rather disappointed to wake that morning and discover that there was no such bag, nor any such fish, on our kitchen counter.

A similar dream happened just the other night, when a wrong number called me at six in the morning, far earlier than I planned to get up. As I picked it up and answered with but one word, the caller hanged up immediately. I returned to my bed, thoroughly annoyed at having lost the pleasant dream I was having: I had a dream that I actually had the funds to purchase food at school, as well as the good fortune for there to actually be food there on such an occasion. When I had been awoken suddenly, I was ticked off because there was no such pizza.

Perhaps those dreams arise from me eating such unsatisfying meals as bacon with rice (I might try hot dog with rice, you know). Or perhaps it simply shows just how much a loser I am, that I've spend an entire journal talking about something as common as food. Oh well.

_{That's the spirit.}

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15266047/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15266047/ Sun, 28 Oct 2007 23:13:45 PDT
I duno, though, it seems like all together a lot of work. Plus, I still have comics to do, not to mention the fact that I actually have a life now (school, work, etc.), and that's consuming most of my life...huh!

Feedback?

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15265463/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15265463/ Sun, 28 Oct 2007 21:55:12 PDT Blog, which resulted in nothing but dead ends and complete failure, I began the long and painful process of creating a new Blog, this time not so far lost.

Again, you are welcome to comment there as well, but I ask that you bring no identity of mine here with you there. After all, I am keeping up another facade, which is an entertainment of itself, but for this purpose it might just be useful in the end.

Who's to say?

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15179259/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15179259/ Mon, 22 Oct 2007 19:37:56 PDT The sky was a terribly angry orange today. In the air hung a tangible evil that would dive down your thrown to strangle you, corrupting you from the inside. Such was the conditions created by arson, a fire created by crime, or fires, to be precise. Anyone who denies the fires we not arson, whether it be all or simply one of them, is a naive fool.

The fire seemed to dominate the topic of conversation all day, as well as the topic of complaint: most of the general population suffers from some form of asthma, which is most unfortunately triggered by smoke, even in the slightest degree. And so, with so much ash in the air that a healthy person like me should cough, I can't imagine the pain a person with asthma would suffer.

All morning, the sun blared through the smoke an angry orange, giving on the feeling of dusk approaching. It was rather bewildering, and throws off one sense of time. All together, it was frighteningly reminiscent of The Midnight Sun, if you recall it. Conversely, we've also had days just as cold as that, where the breath of winter would freeze the blood in your veins should you succumb to it.

The orange aura seemed to stay through the afternoon, til the edge of evening. With no change to the color of the sky, it seemed almost as if time had stopped. Then night came, and the cool air pulled the ash to earth, compounding the smoke as it drifted down into the breathable atmosphere. It was then when it became unbearable, even for me—the ash, as it entered your lungs, would combine with the moisture in your breath and turn to mud. Even after a few seconds, you would get this gritty taste in your mouth, and feel like you had to spit to be rid of it. Your eyes would sting, your chest would heave, and whereever you went it was there—an inescapable hazard, like Miasma.

Your only defense against such a thing is to survive and wait it out. Therefore, the true question is: how long can we handle such conditions before it dissipates?

....

*cough*

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15008436/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15008436/ Wed, 10 Oct 2007 22:27:40 PDT
a blog.

I mostly joined because some dolt I was arguing with blocked anon, the fool. Like that'll stop me.

However!!

I also created the account as an additional facade. If you wish to follow me, bring no identity of mine with you there.

Not to discourage people from going, but I'm really trying to keep the identities separate. Let there be no connection...

Except me here, leading you there.

[_{END TRANSMISSION}]

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15007988/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/15007988/ Wed, 10 Oct 2007 21:36:36 PDT People with excessive X's in their screennames annoy me. Mostly for their lack of creativity, but mostly because too many people do it. Like something like xxEmoGirlxx (which is probably a real screenname somewhere, I'm not going to check), or THISxGIRLSxCRAZY (which I know for a fact is a real screenname because this chick annoys me), or something equally ridiculous. I probably only know one people with the x-prefix/x-suffix screenname that isn't a dolt like the rest of them...but that's only because I know her. Does that mean I should get to know the rest of them before I make such judgments?

The second screenname is the AIM of someone I know who annoys me. But only in some vague sense, if you go pester her in even some vague sense, please don't mention me. I'd rather not be held liable even though, you know, I totally put her screenname up for some dozen people to see.

Out of more than 80 people who watch me, who really pays that much attention? I'm sure if you're reading this, you're paying me attention, but we all have people on our watch list whose deviations we simply glance over without comment. I've been trying to do that less, but some pieces are just too ordinary to comment on. Perhaps I should sift out those deviants I don't care to watch?

You must have some kind of popularity to be watched by far more people than you watch yourself. By that definition, I'm nowhere near being popular, huh. Doesn't that just make me feel special?

I had a dream that there were loads of fluffy bunnies running around in my yard. They were kinda young, old enough to leave the nest alone but not old enough to have babies. I picked one up, but he struggled too much so I held him tighter, and he bit and scratched me. I put him into the pen no-so-gently and examined my hand to find a good square centimeter of flesh missing in my finger, and two scratches on my wrist, bleeding profusely. The most peculiar thing about it, though, was that I could actually feel the pain in my dream. Odder than that, it seemed like an almost pleasant kind of pain. Huh, kinda sucks that it's never like that in real life.

Aight, time for the one detail in the journal that actually goes with the title: I totally lost it in class the other day. I let my mouth slip and criticized the teacher (because, to be honest, she's a total dolt), and she takes me out and gives me a lecture. I'm sent to the counselor and am forced to talk with her, to which I begin crying uncontrollably. I kept asking myself, what the hell? I'm fucking pissed as hell, and all I can do is cry like a leaky faucet. When I kept getting choked up, the counselor kept asking if there was something wrong, like at home or anything, to which I replied, quite confused myself, no. There's nothing wrong at all.

I'm always able to help people with understanding their problems by asking them questions and psychoanalyzing them. It doesn't quite work on oneself anymore than being one's own doctor would. (Perhaps to some extent, yes, but to a very limited extent.) I always read people's actions to understand their personalities, and feel I have some control over them when I know things they themselves don't. Maybe that day I had somehow lost touch, and when I could no longer control the situation, just went to pieces. I tell you now, it totally sucked, and I won't be opening my mouth like that again for a long time.

The lesson of the day (err, week): Silence is golden. In context: People suck, so anything you do or say can and will be misinterpreted to the worst extent. Better yet, do nothing unless specifically explained otherwise.

So, with that out of the way, I can finally get to things I'd already had the pleasure of forgetting for the past few days....Mother being in the hospital, me not getting a new headset, and the basic thrill that comes with progress reports (like a pre-report card). Mother got a fish bone stuck in her through and Father took her to the hospital, Kaiser specifically, and the didn't do anything, they're such fuck-ups. I ended up staying up late waiting for them to come back from the hospital, or at least some news, and ended up falling asleep in class the next day, starting the fiasco mentioned above. So, Father and Mother go to a different hospital in the morning, and when I get home am told she's in surgery. Surgery! Just as I'd thought, but no one was amazed at my psychic ability. Mother came home alright, and we no longer eat food with tiny little bones in them.

What was the other things? Ah, I'm so annoyed at not getting a headset, still. And the other thing...progress reports. Yesssssss....this is going to suck.

I need to put Flash on this computer so I can start making an animation I'll probably never finish. I should probably finish the 56'000 pixel-long comic I already started...hu... ]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14960273/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14960273/ Sun, 07 Oct 2007 18:14:41 PDT Pageviews today exceeded nine-thousand.

New watches numbered 9 in the month of September 2007, the most only above February 2005, with 7 new watches.

Oh, neat. On my userpage it says 9'200 pageviews, but on my gallery stats it says 9'199 pageviews...did I lost one somewhere?

Anyway, my point was (or at least I think it was) that my popularity seemed to increase (by however slightly) after I did some mainstream fanart (it's part of my code to not to mainstream fanart, since I want to be known for original art). My strategy was to use the fanart as a lure toward my original art: "Oh, cool fanart! Oh, this seems interesting, too! I think I'll watch this guy!" Or something to that effect.

Also, a word of warning to dyslexic people like me: please be sure not to drop the 'na' letters from the word 'fanart'...

Gah, I have too much Emo music in my folder...I need something different (other than videogame soundtracks, I mean). Recommend some music to me!

<sub>Oh, I should probably take requests for mainstream fanart, too, since it'll be getting me more attention. *shameless egotist*

Ah, but in case I've lost you already, as I tend to do, what I mean by mainstream fanart is things that are already popular...Naruto, Yu Yu Hakusho, FullMetal Alchemist, and the like. I mean, if I did fanart for, say, Category: Freaks maybe two or three years back, it wouldn't've gotten be any attention at all...I say two or three years back because it's getting more popular recently, and that one time I searched for Categoy: Freaks, there was one or two fanarts of it...

So I probably won't be accepting requests for original character fanarts, since that would take too much research, people change their characters too often, or maybe there's not enough history behind it, and it's too much of a hassle. Sorry!</sub>

I want to make a game but I have zero programming skills. Maybe I can hook up with a programmer with zero art skills and we can both create something.

I'm incredibly annoyed at my dolt of an English teacher. We had some lame assignment where we had to take the letters of our names and make each letter stand for something, like an acronym. I wrote it out more like a poem, and she tells me it's unrefined. It's abstract, I nearly told her venomously, but I needed that class to graduate, and didn't want to piss her off any more than I'd already done the past week.

<sub>I'm rather torn between buying the present now, or buying Halloween stuffs now and buying the present later (huh, I have till November, since I have to make it, then I have to ship it and have it arrive in time for Christmas). Also, I need to buy a new headset since the cable was too long on my old one and I tripped on it while hurrying downstairs (because my father's a total bastard like that sometimes and wants me down there immediately after he calls for me, no matter what). The headset says 'lantronics' on the side...should I buy that brand again?

I fixed up some weird system of makeshift microphone by taking the mic cable from my old computer's built-in mic and plugging it into Alberio (my laptop...even though he just sits on the desk all day). Unfortunately, it gets majorstatic that peaks every so often, and practically blows your eardrums out, so, um, yeah. No using that.</sub>

I'm scared of driving.

<sub>I ate a cupcake the other day. I think it was yesterday. It was just sitting in the fridge in a white box, like from those old bakeries you don't see anymore. There was one next to it in the box that had the frosting licked off, so I just looked it over and reached for the intact one. Come to think of it, it may have been a ruse to get me to pick the only other choice...it could have been poisoned!

I want to steal my brother's old iPod nano, Victoria, since he got his new iPod (Classic), Elizabeth. For my own purposes, it's more fitting that I stick with my own iPod Shuffle, Alexander, but Victoria's back is shiny and comes in handy as a mirror sometimes...I'd carry a mirror just for that, but that's such a chick thing to do.

Strangely enough, I don't take pleasure in playing games anymore unless it's with a friend. Is something wrong with me?! Am I becoming less of a recluse and more of a...a...some kind of social animal?!</sub>

I want another cupcake.

_{No, what I really want is to eat something substantial for dinner, but there's no fucking food in the house. (No, you know hungry for food...you hungry for girl.) Huh, and I'm here stuck doing an essay while she's off entertaining a guy. I feel... ]]>} ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14920673/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14920673/ Thu, 04 Oct 2007 23:50:55 PDT START]

Full title: I really don't have a title to put it, so I thought I'd put something like a subject matter, but it ended up being too convoluted, so I just typed and typed and typed until I got bored. Oh, good, here it comes now.

I learned a little earlier that you can type into forever on journal titles and it'll just cut off after a certain point. That's a little bothersome, especially to people like me who have an art style of writing run-on sentences.

I hate bras, and the little clips on the back.

That stupid survey was too long, and had too many stupid questions. I responded by giving rather stupid answers in return. I know what you're thinking, "There aren't any stupid questions, only stupid people." If you just got offended by that you're too sensitive.

It was my mother's birthday today. She's old enough to be my grandmother already, I kid you not. I hate holidays such as these, because Father always gets rather testy. He never gets like this for anyone else, only Mother. I think it's stupid, because he pays her more attention than he does to three (currently two) children. Fuck! Your wife is a full-grow woman, it's not like she's going to grow a warped view of reality if you don't pay her as much attention! The children, on the other hand...

So, I get rather angry with my Father at times. Mostly because of his unnecessary demands for things. I recall for as long as I can remember him laying half-naked on the bed, looking over his fat gut at the television, asking his small children to fetch him a glass of water. Ice water. And he thinks he's so smart and strong, too.

So it's not just the fetching thing that annoys me (although that's all I seem to be useful for). It's not even the lack of please and thank you that seems all to common. It's not even the sickly tone he takes such delight in tormenting me with. No, it's double-standard to which I must abide by house rules, and the man-of-the-house is exempt from on account of his being a fatman and old and can't-change-his-ways bullshit. I wanted to smash his skull in with an aluminum bat.

But the bat has sticky all over the handle and has been sitting in the yard for some time.

No, it wasn't that. It was something far more worthful than that. I was fuming in my room for Father not letting me sleep (because I sleep eight hours and am still tired, and he resents it when I sleep when I obviously should be devoting all my energy toward being his humble servant), picking up socks in my room and whatnot (because I actually do my own laundry, unlike the bastards I share the house with). The anger had accumulated to a higher-than-usual level, and I became reminiscing old plots to main, murder, or slander, when the words slipped from my mouth, almost subconsciously:

"But I won't, because I love [_omitted]..."

It was peculiar that I should speak the name aloud, though all the effort I made to hide the idea from every living soul I could. If they found out, they found out, but I wasn't about to subtly begin the rumor myself. Anyway, the very idea of it calmed my nerves and I was able to resettle my facade for another some odd chores.

And here I stress the importance of having something concrete to focus on. Something that immediately reminds you of your humanity and calms your nerves, as it did mine. My father has lost touch with his humanity, and no longer empathizes with other humans. You can't look him in the eye and tell him the truth, because he won't believe you.

I'm no angel, either, I'll be honest with you. Living with someone like that eats at your soul, and no matter what you do to fight it, you end up being with them. It's like the rule of proximity, or something. Nowait, that's something else, nevermind.

I'm sure I had a point to all this, but I can never remember these things by the time I get to the end of the journal. Unless I've got something especially bad to report on, like my English teacher misspelling shit all the time, or something like that. I'm failing half my classes already, but that's not bothering me at all that much.

Huh, it's been a good day.

[_END]

Sometimes I give myself the creeps~
sometimes my mind plays tricks on me~
It just keeps addin' up~
I think I'm crackin' up~
Am I just paranoid,
Or am I just stoned?
-Basket Case, as performed by The Other Guys

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14920484/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14920484/ Thu, 04 Oct 2007 23:22:37 PDT survey jacked from Star's journal. She claims it to be a quiz, although quizzes test you on a set of known facts. Surveys ask you about yourself or your opinions. This is a survey:

01.] What is your pen name?
J. Zander

02.] What made you choose this name?
Originally a character's name, I took it for myself to hide my identity.

03.] Do you use PC or Mac?
PC.

04.] What programs do you use most often?
AIM, Winamp, Firefox, and PhotoShop CS2.

05.] Do you use mouse, or tablet?
Tablet.

06.] What color or color combinations do you find yourself using most often?
Black and White.

07.] What part of a picture do you put most effort into?
The face, because the smallest details depict large amounts of emotion...or the lack thereof.

08.] How long does it take you do draw a picture?
Hours over weeks...I never have time for things.

09.] Do you keep your rough drafts?
Out of habit...I'm such a packrat.

10.] What font do you use most often?
Bernard Fashion BT.

11.] When you scan your image, what DPI do you use?
Default...or whatever my brother had it at last (which is usually very high). I don't really care, since I end up tracing over it anyway and discarding the original image.

12.] Do you do anything else when you're drawing?
Listen to music, drink soda, and pester people on AIM.

13.] Approximately how many pictures do you draw in a month?
I'm not allowed to remember orderly things in that respect.

14.] What kind of paper do you draw your pictures on?
College ruled paper...or, if I'm especially bored, whatever's handy.

15.] What kind of paper do you use for rough sketches and drafts?
Anything I can write on.

16.] How long does it take you to ink something?
Hours...

17.] Do you do comics, or fan comics?
Occasionally. It really depends on what ideas float into my head, and if I remember them long enough to put them to paper.

18.] Do you like comics? Are they fun to make?
Comics are my passion. I think my very life is in comics.

19.] Have you ever submitted anything to a magazine?
Never.

20.] Did it get published?
Hardly.

21.] Who are your favorite artists?
~Oxymorono & ~WWI

22.] Do you like anime/manga? If so, what are your favorite series?
Sometimes. I like respectable series like D.Gray-man and Death Note, not weeaboo crap like DragonBall Z. Naruto is okay, but it was destroyed by it's fandom.

23.] Do you like cartoons/comics? If so, what are your favorite series?
Depends on the series. I read comics in the newspaper, but I'd never buy a book of them.

24.] Any artists that you wish you could draw like?
~MoreProject...more specifically, ~opor, although it's gone...

25.] Do you read a lot of books?
All the time. Novels usually take longer because I'm retarded like that.

26.] Did you ever buy a book to inspire or teach you to draw?
No. My brother bought How To Draw Manga books, though. I hated them, but read them anyway thinking they would help (they didn't).

27.] Any video games you enjoy?
Retro games like Dragon Fighter and Fire n' Ice.

28.] Any favorite characters from video games?
Pit?

29.] Do you have a favorite writer?
No.

30.] Any books you really enjoy?
Whatever I'm reading at the time. I never read I book I don't like for too long, unless it's for an assignment, which I then grow to despise with every bit of text I'm forced to absorb.

31.] Do you draw fanart?
Zreth Darkmund.

32.] Do you listen to music while you draw?

It's like a basic need for me. I sometimes can't think straight enough to draw if there isn't some ambient noise to fight against.

33.] Any recommended songs?
Ah, I listen to a wide variety of songs, mostly things people recommend to me or things I pick up. Recommend me a song, plz!

34.] Any other art websites that you really enjoy?
No, although I joined another art site to hunt down a lost artist...she's not responded to me yet. I think I was too late, huh.

35.] Are there any websites that you go to everyday?
Wikipedia, and occasionally I'll stop by iJigg, although they rarely have what I'm looking for.

3... ]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14878450/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14878450/ Mon, 01 Oct 2007 22:24:32 PDT my life. I tried to apply the brakes, but the thing didn't stop and just crashed. Blame me because I was behind the room, but don't even examine the brakes...

My bunny had babies again. Apparently she got pregnant before my parents took all the rest of them to SEACCA. Mother bunny, however, just abandoned the babies and nearly pushed them out of the pen entirely. I saw them squirming there in the dark when I went to feed them, and thought, "Even if I put them back, their mother won't take care of them..." (I know this as a fact because it's happened before. Nature's a fucking bitch like that sometimes.) I went there the next morning and found one still alive. Apparently it had managed to get it's head stuck between the bars of the pen, and just lay there twitching and wriggling occasionally. I know exactly how you feel, little buddy...

I have such terrible experience with pets. I still get blamed for being the wheel when the brakes go out. Because, you know, five-year-olds are totally capable of being responsible for caring for a puppy and all that junk. And anything that's important to the child isn't necessarily important to the parents, because, you know, parents have to take care of the household and the bills and all that. What kids think is important isn't really at all important, is it?

Today there was an announcement on the bulletin that a student had died in his sleep. I couldn't hear the announcement very well because guys in my Pre-Engineering class were being total cunts. I was told by another student that she could hear the guy's girlfriend scream from all the way down the hall. I asked, but I never really got the information that I'd missed during the announcement. And the brakes fail yet again...

I get the sneaking suspicion that this one girl at school likes me. She's rather bizarre, in a way. Like the kind of person you learn a little about but you wish you never knew. Thank goodness we never talk, except when she gets my attention simply to say hi in the weirdest fashion. I'd like to be friendly with her but I feel that if I let my guard down she may take advantage of me. It seems that seeing flaws in people like that make me aware of my own flaws...

Do you ever get the whimsical idea to do something self-destructive just to get attention? I get that all the time, like feeling I should step in front of a car, or fall down the stairs or something. This time I think I ought to pick up smoking, but, like all the other instances, I fear death too much and I find value in only one trait I have—my intelligence—and feel that any self-destructive behavior would destroy my only asset as well.

When the brakes fail, I feel life getting away from me. I can't abandon it—I've already decided not to take the cowardly way out (even though I really am a coward for having attempted it). So what other choice do I have when all power is out of my hands? What do you do when you can not do anything, or when whatever you do is useless anyway? You end up paying the price for something that isn't your fault, all because life's a bitch. There are good things in life, she's let me realize that, but for the most part, life's a bitch.

Recently, my mother's friend's son got hit by a drunk driver. He's been in the ICU the past week (I think) and just recently, like tonight, they said he's not going to make it. He's like twenty, I think. She's really emotional, like he's already died. I think I had a point to mentioning this, but it must have slipped my mind. It always seems like things are out of our control.

I'd always hoped I'd not die of something stupid, like lead poisoning or something (for serious, who dies of lead poisoning in a first-world country?). I'd like to die of something unique, like that Russian guy that defected but died of some bizarre poison, a luminous toxin, I think it was. Like that guy from D.O.A., the black & white original. I'd probably get killed over something silly like that, too. Remind me to never become a notary public.

So, I don't know why I'm talking about death so much. You'd think I'm morbid like that, too, huh? The fear of death haunts me, though when a death happens, I'm rather indifferent. I have no empathy for the mourning, yet fear their pain may become mine. It eats away at me constantly, though it's not even my biggest fear.

My biggest fear is helplessness. The dire need to take action, yet the inability to do so. My biggest fear is when the brakes fail, there'll be nothing to slow me down...

...until I crash again.

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]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14848940/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14848940/ Sat, 29 Sep 2007 23:53:56 PDT er than when I wear my fat pants. D: I had a dream I was tall and good-looking, too, but then I looked in the same mirror in the morning and nearly split my skull open.

So, same old: in a cage. Basically. I know the solution to everything (lol), but can't implement it because I'm restrained. It's frustrating.

There's also the want but cannot have love obsession that's always going on, but sometimes switching targets. I may have just found one, though. c: For Mayfair people, she looks a bit like if Birdman's girlfriend were cute. BURN. XD Seriously, that chick is a nutjob. The bell doesn't look good on her at all...

I got so mad once I felt like snapping the person's neck, but I never got the chance, so I tried drawing it. I failed at that, so I kinda lost the energy, but still have the angst. Man, that sucks! XD

So, I hoped we could have the kind of friendship where we could joke about these kind of things and it wouldn't be awkward. People are stupid sometimes and never want to talk about those things. What some people mistake for civility is really weakness. Well, sometimes. I'm not sure.

My stomach's been making weird noises the past week. I think it's the result of eating less than two meals a day. I also had some random fear I'd die of pancreatic cancer. Um, what? I'm too fucking young to die of cancer!! That's not fair at all. Life ain't fair.

I actually ate chicken today. I ate it with rice. But I couldn't finish it. I ate less than half if what I usually eat and felt full. Is there something wrong with me?

It had better not be pancreatic cancer. I'll be like, "What if it's that? Oh, it's probably not that." and then it is, and that would suck.

I duno, I'm just randomly paranoid like that. I always feel like everything is outside of my power. Death especially. I mean, if everything were out of my hands, it would be at least fair to make something that's out of most people's hands within my power, but no. Life's never fair like that.

Because if it were, I'd fake my death and get out of this hellhole.

Hurr, the thing about being in a hole, though, is that you can only dig down and out. Unless you dig down and to the side and make a tunnel that then goes up, but that would take some serious skillz which most people don't have lolololol

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]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14807514/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14807514/ Wed, 26 Sep 2007 22:58:51 PDT Being dyslexic again (or something, I don't know). Having three English classes now is exhausting, but at least there's a familiar face at the school.

I can't shake this depressed feeling, huh. Like I want to go to sleep and never wake up, or like I want to step out in front of a car. But I hear her voice today. It made me smile, I couldn't suppress it. It was such a sincere smile, I hadn't felt like that in ages...

It needs to rain summore. Maybe a few thunderstorms. Well, as long as it doesn't rain during the day, that's rather self-defeating. It should rain at night, when one can get the full affect of it. Huh...I wonder how the presence of rain or water affects the movement of electromagnetic waves...

The bathroom was getting dirty, so I was going to clean it that day, but Mother got to it hours before me. Now she's putting me on a guilt trip for letting it get so messy that she has to do it. Uh...what? I don't recall any undo influence of the sort.

People keep complaining that the font on the newspaper is too small. Yeah, it's called middle-aged, you jerks. Stop denying it and blaming the newspaper for being normal, and instead maybe get some glasses. Uh!...

So, humans have six senses: sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, and entitlement.

I should be playing Quest right now instead of doing articles for homework, but instead I'm writing a journal. It's for my mental health. That's probably the least cared for kind of health there is. People are so apathetic. But then again, it's difficult for me to be empathetic toward anyone but my love.

Speaking of mental health, I think I'm getting worse. Besides the usual getting shit backwards and stuttering, I'm also thinking I hearing things. I guess that stems from the basic parent-induced paranoia; I'm afraid that if they shout and I don't hear them, they'll yell at me...because, you know, even if I don't hear them, I "should" always be paying them attention because they whole world totally revolves around them...huh...

It's so difficult to find the motivation to finish my education. I mean, who cares? You do? Do I care if you care? No. See, I can't get motivated if only useless people care. I suppose it's not their fault they're simple, but it's not especially helpful when I say "that doesn't help" and they get defensive and say "you're not letting me help you." Uh, no. I mean it: that doesn't help me one bit.

It's so strange, I don't know why I'm thinking about this now...about Christmas of freshman year, I wore a neat little jingle bell on a red ribbon around my neck. I gave it to my then-boyfriend only a short time before I broke up with him and pursued more feminine interests. He kept wearing the bell, even after a long time. He eventually got an entire collar with bells on it, and it became like his trademark thing. His current girlfriend, who looks like a rather harassed version of my love, now wears a bell as well. She has one around he neck, with a red ribbon, and one on her backpack, tied with a red string. Who started this romantic little fad? I don't much care, but I'd really like to end it.

I'm also tempted to go hit on her just to annoy her, but she's a bit scary. She scares me because I'm afraid she might be too much like me, an idea I find revolting...

It seriously needs to snow here. That would rock. I think I'd be so happy if it snowed. I mean, like, really happy. Like I got cured of cancer happy. I don't know why; I just think it would rock if it snowed...

Baaaagh....I just want to stay here and paint all day...it's so relaxing, but fuck. There's so much stuff that's in dire need of attention. It's just so irritating, the daily tedium. I despise it. Not as much as other things, I can tell you, but it's pretty high up on the list. The smell in Ms. Brown's room must be in the top ten.

I'm afraid I've gotten so skilled at drawing with tablet that I've become rather clumsy drawing by hand. Everything I try at just fails miserably, and I can't wait to get home to my computer and pick up the tablet pen again. I don't like being tied down like this, but then again, the pieces that I create with the tablet are magnificent. Even so, I still prefer black-and-white to color. I'm just like that.

Quite a few times people gave me colored pencils as a gift. I've found them to be the worse gift ever: like giving a diabetic sugar-free chocolate. It only proves how ignorant the giftgiver really is, despite how well-meaning they were (after all, the road to hell is paved with good intentions). Okay, let's get into the details of it: sugar-free chocolate is made with an artificial sugar, such as Splenda. Give this to a diabetic, their body reads it wrong, and it's actually worse than eating sugar. So, giving me colored pencils, because I do... ]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14765414/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14765414/ Sun, 23 Sep 2007 22:24:33 PDT epic been a buzz word? Just a couple months ago I was feeling original enough, but now everyone seems to be saying it. Soon enough people will be saying Eats instead of food and beats instead of music.

I was so focused on finishing the painting so I could spend time with her that I didn't get to spend time with her, and I forgot several important details on the painting.

I still didn't finish any of the homework I was supposed to do over the weekend...the stuff that I was assigned while I was sick, I mean, in addition to stuff assigned for the weekend. Huh, senior year and we're still gluing pictures to construction paper. Is this going to help me get into a good college, Mr. Geddy? No. No fucking way.

I feel like my life it being torn in too many directions. Besides completing my education, I also have to pick up skills that'll help me in my career (which current school isn't helping with), build up a reputation as an artist so I can eventually promote my webcomic, which I also have to maintain...in addition to that, I also have relationships I have to attend to, besides keeping up a facade for my parents and two different groups of friends, I also have to fool the general society into thinking I'm harmless...aside from those, I have the top priority of...

...

...Now I remember why I stopped writing journals before. Because it's useless: people'll say, "Yeah, that sucks," or "I know how you feel," and useless shit like that, but never give me any help. When my friends come to me, I ask them questions to help them understand themselves, because the solution is most often in those answers. And me? My problem? I'm weak, and a coward. I don't have the strength or the will to focus on any one thing that I want, and end up just playing with the idea instead of following though, so I have a bunch of half-finished projects and not a one completed. What's to do when the problem lies within a flaw in my very own character? How can one change their nature, which was crafted from the very early age of childhood?

I suppose it doesn't help to listen to depressing music, either, huh. It leaves an empty feeling in my gut, like hunger, but not for food. For something more...emotional. Like a need that's not fulfilled. Like a child that cries for it's mother, or a bird that calls to it's mate, lost to the storm. I always have this wall between me, and those appalling things recognized as people...but behind the wall lies a shattered heart of glass. If one thing were the get past that wall, the slightest touch will break it...

Well, enough depressing shit. Instead of focusing on all that shit I mentioned up there, I've decided I want just one thing: to be happy. If I keep slipping into these comas of depression, one of these days I just may fall asleep and not wake up. Despite how emotional this thing is, I haven't used a single emoticon. I think they're silly, really. Think of this as a warning: choose your words carefully, should you respond. Is this why hardly anyone responds...?

Huh.

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"My tea's gone cold I wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
I can't see at all
Even if I could, it'll all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad...
-from Stan (feat Dido)

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14690542/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14690542/ Tue, 18 Sep 2007 16:39:48 PDT The connection has timed out
The server at 64.70.234.121 is taking too long to respond.
* The site could be temporarily unavailable or too busy. Try again in a few
moments.
* If you are unable to load any pages, check your computer's blah blah blah..."

So I'm trying to download a driver for my Artec 1236 USB scanner, and guess what? The damn things so fucking old they don't make driver for it for Vista. >8[ Soooo, I tried downloading a driver for XP (even though it may or may not work, it's worth a shot), but every single fucking site is being run out of some guy's garage and I can't connect. FOCK I might as well go downstairs and scan this tiny scrap of paper and go all the fuck upstairs, get my flash drive (because I forget shit like that) go downstairs again, get the fucking file, put it on my laptop, and then resize the shit out of it so I can work with it in PhotoShop.

SIGH!>

And I'm still sick, too. :[ I went home early today because I was dripping snot all over people's desks, and my head felt pretty fucked up as well. I got home, it's like eleven, see? I sleep for three hours, and don't feel a fuck any better. I mean, what the fuck? I slept okay, I should be feeling better, but no. I just wasted three fucking hours trying to recover and didn't get shit for it. That's like surviving a bunch of tough fucken monsters just to get to an inn, and there's a friggin boss fight when you enter town. I mean, seriously, man! >:[ Fuck!

HUH!

So just to say the day didn't completely suck (I got to talk with my crush lolololol but besides that), I found some decent faux snakeskin for my project. But...the seller's in the UK. Even if I can scrape up however many dollars equal whatever number of pounds he's asking for, the shipping'll be murder. I just need to make sure it doesn't cost too much or else I won't have any money for the other materials...wouldn't that be just fucked? D:<

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Look around your world pretty baby
is it everything you though it'd be?
The wrong guy, the wrong situation,
the right time to roll to me~
Roll to me~

Look into your heart, pretty baby,
is it achin' with some nameless need?
Is there something wrong, and you can't put your finger on it
Right then, roll to me~

And I don't think I have ever see a soul so in despair
So if you want to talk the night through guess who will be there~ ;3

So don't try to deny it pretty baby
you can dance so long you can hardly see
when the engines stall and it won't stop raining
it's the right time, to roll to me~
roll to me~
roll to me~

And I don't think I have ever seen a soul so in despair
so if you want to talk the night through guess who will be there~ ;3

So look around your world pretty baby,
is it every thing you'd hope it'd be?
The wrong guy, the wrong situation,
the right time to roll to me~
the right time to roll to me~
the right time to roll to meeeeeeeooooooooooo~
-Roll to Me, by Del Amitri

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14680829/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14680829/ Mon, 17 Sep 2007 22:04:47 PDT tube that runs the inside of my head and just happens to stop at each of those places may have something to do with it.

Oh, and I also have a mild, come-and-go toothache on the right side. (And for anyone who cares, I stopped eating candy corn three days ago, so that's not it. ...Two days ago, it seems like three.)

I've also got a bit of a soar throat...seems to have gone away after I had some soup (ramen, actually), but now it's back. It's too early in the damn school year to be getting sick, let alone a kind of sickness you can't stay home for. How unfair is that!

My whole head is feeling fucked right now...and I have fucken business math homework to finish. I'd better do that before I go to bed, but right now I'm feelin fucken tired and don't even know why the fuck I'm writing this fucking journal. Fuck! It's already ten.

Well, maybe there's a small good thing about feeling fucked up right now...it takes my mind off of the heartache...just a bit.

If anyone knows where I can find a textile that looks like red snakeskin, that would be greatly appreciated...=___=l|l

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14659784/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14659784/ Sun, 16 Sep 2007 12:53:32 PDT
Name ten things that are unique to you *don't write something if it was the same as the previous user's*

1) I never jaywalk.
2) I grind my teeth a lot.
3) I am inwardly egotistic, outwardly I have a martyr-complex.
4) I've misspelled the word intelligence on more than one occasion.
5) I've misspelled the word misspelled on more than one occasion.
6) I can't sleep with a single bit of light in my room.
7) I like blonds with light eyes and light skin (I have dark hair, dark eyes and dark skin). :>
8) I watch less than 2 hours of television daily.
9) I am OCD about washing my hands.
10) I often get things backward (example: "I got into a friend with my fight." was an actual sentence I said).

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I finally got to doing that stupid essay for English (which is do tomorrow lol). A motivating factor in that may have something to do with #7 in the above. XD

Soda cans are piling up in my room, huh. The problem isn't that there are too many cans...the problem is that the desk isn't big enough. :] I should bother my parents for a new one (the thing that holds the keyboard for my desktop computer is falling off, and there isn't enough room to view both screens without turning the laptop sideways which, not only is very difficult to type with, also bends the internet cable the wrong way. D:

You know those little mud cones that wasps make? Like the starting point of a hive? I found one on my curtain. :] I might post of pictures of it so you know what I'm talking about, but I'm rather apprehensive about posting pictures of my ugly green drapes. :[

I need a hat, but I can't find anything that will go with a white clinic coat. <__< Plus I have to save up for a present. D: I'd get to making it, but I can't find the right materials. >__<

Of course, they have the right material, but in the wrong color. What's up with that? It's a metaphor for life. The lesson? People are assholes.

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]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14651989/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14651989/ Sat, 15 Sep 2007 23:07:01 PDT which I can not eat, and a whole box of other goodies that make my teeth hurt. ;__; Stupid dentist refused to fill my cavity before it got this bad, but nohhhh, he wants it to get this bad because a Root Canal costs more than a Filling. >__<

I forgot to do the online quiz for Mr. Geddy's US Government class. :[ I have access to internet in my room and I forgot. Oh fock! I have an essay due in Ms. MacFarlane's English class, too. D: Dang, I should probably do that...

But I won't. :3

I gave one person a business card at school and people're all like, "card. gimme. :[" so I'm like, "lol sure but I haven't updated in a month ha ha ha ha." and the like. :] Losers.

I actually updated yesterday, as a matter of fact. e__e' Put up some pictures from dA and added one new comic to the main series (Origin of Species: Leviathan...lame title, I know).

Something smells like corn.

I bought some canned food at the supermarket so I no longer have an excuse to not eat. Of course, I could always say I'm busy or I forget, but it's getting rather old. :<

Three sodas is about 600 calories...I had a cup of ramen (which is prolly only 200 calories)....then a bowl of ramen with egg (which is a little more than that)... A teenager needs 2600 calories a day... huh, oops. I'm actually eating less than I should be. ^_^; Weird, seeing that if I don't have a schedule and am free do to whatever I want, eating is really one of the last things on my list.

Huh.

I've realized that I have very little time for games, too. Isn't that peculiar? I'll probably make time when Orange Box comes out. XD Speaking of October, what are you people doing for Halloween? I'm buying a labcoat (and maybe some spiffy goggles) and going as some kinda mad scientist. :]

I wanted to buy a 50" spider at Albertson's, but there was insufficient munnies. ;__;

I'm not going to delete my old journal because I'm going to try to be more sociable. :3 Tell me if it's working. Don't tell me if it's not working :[

And it's lovely shade of gray
It makes the woodword eat away
Glass breaks and cow's milk curdles
it glows in the dark and mutates turtles.
-Telekinesis, by Lemon Demon

]]> ~zeronomon http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14595543/ http://zeronomon.deviantart.com/journal/14595543/ Tue, 11 Sep 2007 19:47:04 PDT How weird is that?

And I bought some candy corn even though it hurts my teeth. <__< I ate a few pieces already and no pain yet...but the pain will come.

I bought a new toothbrush just in case. :3

Actually it's because my brother is staying at our house a while and my toothbrush was looking rather untrustworthy, so I felt the need to replace it!

P.S. Dofus OST is awesome! XD I want to learn French now but I'm already taking Pre-Engineering and TV Video Production (plus two English classes).

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