I'm just really really busy with my not-arting. Actually, I have been arting, but the thing is that I never uploaded any of it and now I don't know where the files are.
So uh, feel free to point out how much the thought means squat.

Also in case any of you were curious, I have been informed by an anonymous person on the interwebs that I am a racist and I belong in jail, for I am scum.
For those of you who would be surprised by this (which would be, uh, all of you, unless my decidedly non-racist behavior somehow skipped y'all), then I must say I'm as shocked as you are.
SHOCKED! I am absolutely amazed. I had no idea that I was racist. I must not be a very good one, because I still don't hate people based on their skin color. Are there 12-step classes? "How To Be A Racist Weirdo 101"?
Not that I'm doubting this person's opinion or anything. Perish the thought! I mean, everyone knows that anonymous people on the internet just beat the pants off Dr Phil for sheer credibility.
I might be one of those anti-Jew lunatics, too. I might also be allergic to peanuts, but my dilemma here is that I may not actually know about this until a stranger informs me.
How does that work, anyway? Maybe I'll be eating a peanut-butter sandwich while staring peacefully at a particularly pretty menorah display and someone will pop out of the bushes shouting:
[link]) "NO ONE EXPECTS THE STUPID IMPOSITION!"
And then they will whop me on the head with their little KKK wand and POOFIES!
I'd suddenly break out into hives and begin writing fan letters to Mel Gibson.

Quelle horreur!

(Uh, you know that I'm being sarcastic, right? It's just that I thought it was such a hilarious accusation that I wanted to semi-immortalize it. I'd link you to the comment itself,
[ does that] but unlike him, I lack the ability to give enough of a crap to remember where it was.
I just wanted to stress that I was being sarcastic.)

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU ALL!

I'm thankful for beloved friends and some of the family I can still stand, because they distract me from my misanthropic, somewhat self-destructive tendencies. I am also thankful for food and shelter, simple pleasures, and the 550-count box of .22 high-velocity hollow points that's sitting on my bedside table.

People to be thankful for:
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Wednesday teaches us the meaning of Thanksgiving--more or less. Mostly less, but hell, it's funny.
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And a couple of ecards for you all. I didn't add a fun message because I figured you might be all thankfuled out.
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For those of you who are actually spending Thanksgiving with more than one relative (and may be old enough to have moved out), this one is for you:
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BE HAPPY DAMMIT YOU HAVE PIE
_{Unless you're in the UK. You people don't celebrate Thanksgiving that I know of. So I'll just pretend you have pumpkin pie today, and I'll thank you to be nice enough not to shatter my sloppily crafted delusions.
Although you could if you wanted to. I don't give a crap.}

First of all, this guy's going to Afghanistan soon:
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So, you know, hopefully he'll come back all in one piece.

In other news, I am now 21 (as of a couple weeks ago). If I didn't post a journal then, then I get to tell you all for the first time that I also now own a .22 rifle.
YAY

I know that I haven't been on much lately and I only uploaded one thing. Um. Well, first of all, I can think up a million and a half ideas for ridiculous comics.
Drawing them tends to be the thing that I don't do really well. I also tend to decide to practice, but this usually has the result of me sitting with a pad and a pen going, "What the hell am I gonna draw, dammit!?"
Also, icon production will resume once I have more ideas. I've pretty much been in a black hole when it comes to creativity lately.
Although I've been having these really hilarious little monologues with myself--none of which I can actually post here because some of you are under 18 and apparently there's laws.

I LVE YOU ALL
BUT NOT IN THAT CREEPY WAY EW
STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT

Entirely useless ramblings:
So I'm growing my hair out to my waist (probably not such a good idea for such a short girl, but we'll see) and it is now at least, uh...hmm.
Well, it's maybe a third to halfway down my neck.
Of course, I have a long neck. So theoretically, my hair shall be long and thick to at least my shoulders by, shall we say, March of next year.
Way longer than I want to wait, of course. But meh.
As it is, I can put my hair in tiny, unattractive wigglytails. You may imagine that and shriek in horror at your leisure.

Also, it's almost 70 degrees right now, and I hate it. I'm wearing a hoodie and I'm sweating. Naturally, I could take the hoodie off, but then I get cold. So I merely unzipped it, which has reminded me that letting a cat sit inside my hoodie means that every movement I make while wearing an unzipped hoodie that has had a cat in it releases cat hair into my face.

Anyway, I've gotten absolutely obsessed with classic books (again). I've put holds on a lot of Jane Austen stuff. Any other reading suggestions? Please, nothing Twilight-like or Twilight-related. Uh, that includes Twilight. Just saying.

My favorite (and only) pair of boots fell apart. I've planning to save and get a new pair (they're great in winter, but I really want to salvage my old pair (thank my Great Depression-survivor grandma and my equally thrifty mother for that instinct).
SO, I came up with an idea: since the surface fake-leather stuff is what split and peeled, but only on the tops, I could make some spats (Example: [link] ) to cover that up. After they're zipped up and the spats are on, it would probably cover it up perfectly and I could keep wearing them (I still plan on getting the new boots though: [link] ).

Also, my CD player broke (SADNESS). So it turns out that there was a nice cheap one on sale. The player itself? Well, it works (which is the whole point, regardless of the fact that it's a little noisy), so I once again listen to Within Temptation at my leisure. The speakers? Craptastic crapadiddly crap. So I looked at the connection (where you connect the speakers to the part with the radio/CD player). It's one of those ones (don't know what it's called) where it doesn't actually had a part that you plug in (like headphones), but it has a bit of bare wire on the ends, and they sort of clip in.
My old speakers have woofers. God bless woofers. But, they have the plug-in type of connection.
So, I took the wire cutters I use for jewelry-making and snipped the plug ends off, then stripped about half an inch of wire and clipped the old speakers into the new stereo.
Audio bliss, people. Audio bliss. Granted, it's not perfect, but it's definitely not as tinny as with the default speakers. So that was kind of my moment of genius for the week, right thar.
Actually, I sort of want to see if I can plug the default speakers in at the same time. Dare I try...

Somewhat useful info:
As you can see, I have new photos up. I've been having some trouble thinking of sarcastic icons for the simple fact that I tend to be a depressed little ball of blah, and it's hit me full force recently, which makes it hard to focus, to say nothing of thinking up new ideas. I want to get out my drawing pad and doodle something, but I'm not sure what.

Rather serious stuff:
I'm considering Catholicism. There's a church called St Mary's (I think--I checked and I think it was St Mary's--ironic, yeah?) near my mom's church.
Now, I do have some issues with that; A, I don't know a whole lot about being Catholic except that you pray a lot, you don't eat fish on Fridays (unless you forget) and there seems to be a lot of purgatory-ing.
It's kind of sad that my main interest in Catholicism stems from the fact that they have some seriously kick-butt religious art, but I'm still interested. I put a hold on a bunch of books like "Catholicism For Dummies" and things. Hey, I'll even make my own rosary if I can get the parts. It's just that I have a slight issue with some of the beliefs. If unbaptized children die, they end up in purgatory? I get it, I get it, but it doesn't seem fair to me. I really can't imagine a God that would turn His back on a child like that.
And yeah, there's some other things that I'm not so sure about. Now, don't jump on me and start going, "But the Crusades, the Crusades!" Yes, yes, I know.
That's not really my point--I don't want to discuss the Crusades. If you're an atheist, I would personally prefer not to hear about how my interest in religion has somehow offended you (if you're not one of those preachy atheists, ignore this part because it doesn't apply to you).

Also, I want to try something new. Can't think of what. Any suggestions? Doesn't matter if it's a nail polish color, a makeup brand, a new hobby, or a new band. I just need some ideas to roll around in my head!



I'd put something else, but to be honest, I can't think of anything else. Oh, for those of you who like fluffy manga comics, try a slice of Devil's Cake. [link]