I'm 21 years old, though still a kid at heart. I enjoy curling up with a good fantasy novel and
drinking vanilla chai tea. I'm currently a senior in college, though I won't be graduating on time. My philosophy is: take it slow and in the long-run, you'll do better. One of my goals in life is to be able to walk into Borders and see a book I had written sitting on the shelf. Maybe even the Top Seller's shelf. Oh, but to dream!
This layout of I am fiction was produced by me in PSP 8 with brushes downloaded from Adam's Web Bitz. I was feeling gray and bloody when making this layout. And for some reason, coding it was a bitch. The tables didn't want to behave. Take a peek at the source code. It's whacked out and only semi organized. I have a tendency to write sloppy code.
Been waching Houshin Engi the past couple nights. This morning I had this craving to read the manga, so I searched the 'net for it. I found the first 7 1/2 volumes in scanlation form. Yay! Now Rahsaan and I can both sit in the office and read manga all day long.
Looking back on this version of MAGE... I'm not at all happy with my writing style. It's too drawn out, but that's how I wrote when I was 19. Too much detail that is quite un-needed. I want this story to be clean, crisp. Tight. And that's what I'm doing with it. I'm editing, yet again (and tweaking the end, as well as mending a few tiny plotholes). But this time the editing is for a purpose.
Over the summer I'm going to find an agent to represent me and my work.
Today I cleaned up my room, sorted mail, shredded mail, and drew before I had to go to work. All of the following are characters from Garth Nix's Mister Monday.
noon.jpg A quick sketch of Monday's Noon, minus his hat and with some messy hair.
dusk.jpg Monday's Dusk. This was drawn for my sister, Ana. I'm just now adding the wings.
monday.jpg A piece with everyone, including Mister Monday. And I only felt like giving Dusk wings. If the other two had them as well, there would be just way too much feather-age going on.
I'm seriously considering dressing up as Monday's Noon for Halloween next year. I'd get to make a sword and set it on fire. How bad would that be? Plus, Ana said she'd play as Dusk. All we need is someone to be Dawn and we'll be set.
I feel safer around the characters I create compared to real, flesh and blood people. Probably because I know that even if I'm in the presence of a deranged psychopath that I created, I know that I'm the one who's ultimately in control. Maybe that's what this all is. It's a big control issue with me. I hate being the one who is not in control. I hate having no say.
No sé. No sé nunca.
Spanish seems to be leaking out of my head. And I just heard a door slam down the hallway. Thanks a lot, bitches!
I'm glad that Courtney came back from Florida. I have someone to talk to, since it seems like I've made an enemy out of Mary. That's the way things go, I guess. Cruel, in a way. Oh well. You can't win them all.
When Shaun gets off work, which is in about 10 minutes, we're going to Best Buy. I'm getting a new TV with the money that the school gave me that I didn't know about. Yippie. Finally, I have a TV that's in stereo, and I won't have to squint and play with the color when I'm gaming my little heart aout. Oh yeah.
I just called my house and no one answered the phone.
Walking back from class, a girl in the student center stopped me. I filled out a few little forms and got a free t-shirt. I guess that's pretty cool. The highlight of my day. How sad.
Don't know what else to say. Tomorrow I'm reading some of my poetry at a campus event. That should prove interesting. I like sharing my poetry with others. It makes me feel important in some odd way.
I'm reading Mister Monday by Garth Nix right now. There're hot men with swords in it. Flame swords. Shit like that makes me smile. Keeps me alive.
I hate my abnormal psych class. There's a guy in there that I just want to kill. Erin feels the same way.
