Oh hey, what's this?
( NSFW knitting project... )

I'm going to have a knitting party on Monday, because that's when it's good for Jill and that's who I pretty much started this idea over.

I hope people come.

Working on getting Christmas gifts together. Buying stuff for the parents will be quite difficult, as per usual. Recently heard of a place through someone I follow on twitter about a place that will screenprint things for a fairly decent price. Marcie may be getting the coolest wearable artpiece ever for Christmas. One time I promised to frame some of my pastels for her and I never did, so I feel like I owe her some wimsy.

I have four pages of a fifteen page comic done, and I sat it aside for about a month. Going to try to finish it out by the end of the year. Fo sho.

I'm not sure what I've been doing lately. It's been work, wow, sleeping and eating, and getting stuff done that has to get done at the last minute possible.

Turns out I've been paying my bursar bill late for the last three months when I thought I was doing it on time. Which means... only 15 of the 25 has been counting. Which means I'm still at 700. Oh dear god. I need to pay off 700 in bursar and 700 in credit card to get going on school again without issues, and my car can probably only sell for 800. I should just sell it for 800 and be done with it. Puh.

I'm fairly happy about me right now. Also about watching my animals eat their foods. Not so sure what's going on in the friendship department. Fuck friends.

Art wise, I've done nothing lately. ( except for this watercolor while I was drunk and thinking about shit )

So um, I forgot to retrieve the images off of my old geocities site before they shut down. Not that they were that important, I probably have them saved elsewhere, somewhere...

But the thing is that's the only reason I was holding onto my 'jesustrekkie@yahoo.com' account.

Is it time to delete that part of my high school years?

What about the pre-boyfriend years shelvergirl journal? (omg, angst)

What about the first semester of college jodyrussell.blogspot.com journal? (omg, if a guy has a girlfriend he's "safe" and "future friend material")

When is it alright to let go? When is it awkward if you haven't let go just yet?

Once upon a time I rp'd in a Star Trek chatroom based place (stsf.net). Today, I was going through the email on my old account and found a draft of an entry between me and a certain young man, dated 10/20/05. I don't remember if it was ever published, but I do remember that he lost his battle with life before our character's relationship got very far. Anyways...

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Dear LiveJournal.

Using your Detect my Location button just ate my whol goddamn entry. Hate. You.

Dear T.

You went after her two weeks after I said I didn't think I had the balls to. She was the first girl who let me know she found me fuckable, right up front and everything. It's been less than a year and you're still pretending to be into the same things as she, like monogamy and ponies, just so that she'll keep fucking you. Congrats on the engagement, I hope she continues to pussy-whip you.

Dear M.

Fuck you for being so delicious. Fuck you for reminding me of everything on my 'does want' list. But, uh, thanks for reminding me about how I can unconditionally love if I just remember to do it passionately. I appreciate that part.

Dear A.

I really am so excited about how well everything is going. It's hard to keep it all contained sometimes. Sorry if I'm getting annoying.

Dear A, C, J, & R.

Sorry for not being the most lovely, intelligent person you've ever met. Sorry for not being interested in selling drugs for you, or constantly buying drugs from you, or sucking your cock. Sorry for not being the kind of person you are interested in calling when you've had a bad day, or when you want to talk, or when you're just curious about how I'm holding up. Actually, fuck you. I'm sick of your pseudo-friendship and I'm looking forward to having a different job or going to school or something where I can find people who will care about me. That's right, I plan on replacing you. I refuse to continue to put time into people who pretend they like me for only as long as it serves their purposes.

Dear F.

I want an art buddy so badly. I want those ten years of hard work to be over already. I am envious of you, and I want to sit and watch you create for hours. Keep making beautiful things for me to look at, please.

Dear Self.

You heard everything I wrote the first time around. Just remember to flourish, my little flower. You will not have to stay here forever. Remember, I love you. You're doing a good job, and you make me so proud. Keep it up.

I'm feeling old. ( whatever, some sketches )

Things are looking up. Mr. Asric found the lense to my glasses, and though they're ugly and taped together they're working.

Also, over the next couple of weeks I'm going to enjoy some delicious things and good times. The long weekend off is going to be sad since I won't be spending it in Texas as I had first planned, but it will be filled with other enjoyable things.

Hurray!

Also, I think I need to shower. I have the funk that you get when you sleep all day and wake up in time to go to work.

Hookah was stolen. Glasses finally bit the dust. Bitch at shortcakes didn't buy my car like she said she was going to. Lost keys for about 24 hours. Couldn't draw Brandt or Wade.

(Wade looks like Asric with a bad toupee in these. Fantastic!)

But...

I went to a good party. I'm going to another this Thursday. Tiesto sounds good to my brain's ears. I have two pages for you. <3
( blah, panel 3 page 8 is only thing I like today... )

Back behind my apartment complex there are some old railroad tracks that don't get used anymore. I saw some mexican dudes walking back there the other day so we decided to check it out Saturday for adventure's sake...

We didn't find much but a bridge made of a railroad log thing, some left over cheap-ass vodka, and a dead dog. For the man test of the day we drank vodka out of a dog skull... and it was very sweet.

But yes, I'll probably finish inking today's page and get it up tomorrow, or some such nonsense.
( Images of adventure... )

I'm rather excited. I think this feeling may be an allergic reaction to medication though. Ha!

It seems, after doing my research, that the 'side affects' that my doctor told me meant I should just take it before going to bed. That way if my throat closed all the way up or I had a ridiculous panic attack I wouldn't be too bothered by it, being asleep and all, you know?




( It's only one page today, but it's my favorite yet (artwise)... )

just telling it how it is. i don't need crazed hotel guests in the middle of the night running down the stairs for to have me save them. *grump*

( super awesome dream I had during my nap today: )
If you're having family problems, please don't hash them out in the lobby of my hotel. Kthxbai.

Also, I am accomplishing my goals, but once again having a journal is on the back burner and I come here more to read other's than to update my own. I need to work on this if I ever plan on having a professional website. God, I need to get into gear on being professional. Poop.

These are not scanned. They are photographed. Ha!

Finishing up the cleaning this week, MUST find either the current scanner's cord, or dig out the other scanner. Boo.

( Next update... the first three pages of my story! )

I need to sew an airship pirate outfit for myself, and I need this hat to go with it.

Also, I need to have a lot of make-outs with it's creator. She's hot.