Remember how I lost my Mario Sunshine Gamecube...
I’ve lost another thing: My Photoshop 7.0 disk. Worst time to lose it, too — I need to reinstall both Photoshop and Imageready because they’re riddled with errors as of now. Stupid false positives, you’ve ruined my Photoshop >:( Oh hey…It loaded really fast today…wonder why…?
HOW DO YOU GET YOUR BANGS TO PART
kurokiku: For like a month I’ve been clipping my hair to one side to try to get it to stay there, but it NEVER STAYS. It always just falls halfway between my face and chills there. What do I do to get it to stay ;_; You don’t. :P The person who cuts my hair always gives me sideswept bangs, and they always fall in front of my eye. Best thing to do is to clip them back if you can. HAIR...
I guess I have to be careful when I open this...
I was cleaning off my old hard drive (which is now an external) and discovered a pile of malware on it. That explains it. At least I can say now that I didn’t break our last computer.
I was wondering how she got that backpack
Well, now I know. I would have never guessed that one of the only two female football players in the school was in my lunch group.
Time for History homework, I promise.
Feeling down in the dumps today
I’m not sure which ticks me off more, the fact I was stupid enough to post the things I did or the fact I didn’t decide to take a break. I’m honestly not sure which is more immature. Now I feel like something has changed, and there’s no going back. And, it was my words at fault. This will be yet another facepalm moment for the endless record.
To you, dear Tumblblog.
I used to sing your praises as my daily therapy, a way to let off steam, or a place to just show off my likes and dislikes. I used to talk about the “old me” as an insecure and trollish idiot, and how “mature” I’ve become. I talked about my accomplishments, my life, my things. But now I realize, what a self-centered, nervous jerk you’ve turned me into. So...
...Honestly, what should I say
Vague descriptions make it hard to tell. My negative self guesses it’s me. My common sense says it’s not me, but it might be, so if it is, I want you to come out and say it. Because hey, how am I ever going to know? And hey, what exactly is it, anyway?
I am beginning to think
This place has brought both the best and worst out of me. I need to take a break for a while.
FYEAH DeviantArt Tumblr
Not gonna happen. For me and my work, anyways. But I must admit, they have a pretty cool blog theme.
Things I have learned #1:
Tracing fast= Straighter lines, but more mistakes. Tracing slow= Less straight lines, but less mistakes. Both make me frustrated from having to erase these mistakes.
FFFFF I HATE TRACING MY LINEART
WITH A COMPUTER MOUSE WITH A BURNING PASSION All good work starts here, though
Sometimes, these "follow-back" followers actually...
I end up succumbing to the follow-back impulse.
She scares me slightly
I think I must have looked anti-social to her originally or something. Maybe that’s it. Or maybe I’ve done something. Seems like a couple people feel that way, and I don’t understand why. If someone would clarify this for me, then at least I’d know.
I guess it's not too bad
Could be worse. Forest Girl is an alright style with me, but I’m just not sure about the tights.