The following text will be a little example of how much free time I have. Constantly testing my eloquence, I guess. Oh well. I leave it to you, my readers, to judge it. Kate especially. -pokepoke-
"And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be,
and I don't want to go home right now." Her slim, petite frame swayed to the beat of the music thrumming in her ears, the earphone plugs in her ears attached to a small mp3 player in the deep pocket of her baggy, "gothic" style pants. Their black fabric was set off by blood red stitching, and by the dull grey metal chain attached to her pants by hooks under the two front belt loops. "And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life. 'Cause sooner or later it's over, I just don't want to miss you tonight." The heavy black combat boots that shod her feet were nearly invisible, hidden by the cuffs of her pants. They clumped loudly on the hard concrete as the female sauntered by, her rich cobalt-blue eyes half-closed against the beams of red-orange sunlight shining into them. "And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." Her shirt brushed against the top of her pants, the torso section conforming to her slim midriff. The sleeves flared out around her arm, falling to just past her wrists. On her wrists were glove-like cuffs with holes cut for the thumb, completely open once it reached knuckle-level. "And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming, or the moment of truth in your lies. When everything feels like the movies, yeah you bleed just to know you're alive!" These cuffs were black, the one on her right hand bearing a face with white x-shapes for eyes and a frowning mouth, the left turned inside out so it was impossible to tell what design it bore. On each thumb were several rings of various shades of silver, which clicked against each other with each swing of her arms. "And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." Her delicately-featured face was framed with hair dyed bone white, the shaggy locks hanging unevenly about her head. Her left eye was completely covered by an especially long hank. In her left ear were two silver rings, on the right a single gold one. All in all this female seems to be a stereotypical goth. Well, mostly. "And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." She'd be a stereotypical goth but for the fact that her head was canine; more accurately lupine, in nature. The same went for a shaggy tail trailing behind her. Her entire body was covered in thick, soft fur; the throat, chest, belly, and underside of the tail were all a creamy grey. The rest was silver in hue, striped with black. "I just want you to know who I am. I just want you to know who I am. I just want you to know who I am. I just want you to know who I am..."
3.25.2007
3.08.2007
Eye of the Tiger
Rising up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all in the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hanging tough, staying hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all in the eye of the tiger
Rising up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all in the eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger...
Gawsh, I love that song. Dunno exactly why. -shrug-
Mkay, a few things to ramble about.
Art. Geh. It's interesting for a person like me who has a flare for doodling, but it's also infuriating. We've done so far projects to demonstrate balance,
we've enlarged masterworks, we've enlarged and distorted our own sketches, we've enlarged poster pieces, and we're now working on perspective. A short list of complaints:
Balance: The teacher was really picky
Masterworks: Geh, I can't draw people at all!
Distortions: It's nigh on impossible to do curvy distortions right
Posters: Getting hair to look right is really hard.
Perspective: Actually not much to complain about, except that sometimes lining something up with the vanishing point(s) makes it look weird.
If we could get the scanner to work I'd scan in some examples of the really annoying ones.
It seems that despite my insistance that my work isn't that great, I continue to get A grades on the required work and extra points for the extra stuff I did because I work faster than everyone else. So I probably have over a 100 for art, the interim said 104 last I remember.
Biology, my established favorite class, is a 96. Splee. And Spanish, my least favorite, is a 93. It's mainly the homework I hate about Spanish. The class itself isn't bad since I have a good enough grasp of the language to put together Senora's Spanish into English and translate onto paper without making Senora (lacking a ~ over those n's, sorry. This keyboard doesn't like me using the alt key) make countless corrections to it. Speaking, well, gonna hafta work on that.
Did I say how much I love Biology? I think I did. Science has always been an interesting subject for me, and Mrs. Blevins being an awesome teacher is icing on the cake. Gawsh, I love that class. -pokes two of the last 3 tests (I think) that I got 100's or something close on-
I think Lukie's new name will be Taz. He's a little demon when he's hyper, and when he gets going and growls he sounds like a Tasmanian Devil. Seriously, it's so funny to hear him growl. he does get overexcited and hurt. His jaws and incredibly strong, and it hurts like the dickens when he chomps down hard.
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all in the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hanging tough, staying hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all in the eye of the tiger
Rising up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all in the eye of the tiger
The eye of the tiger...
Gawsh, I love that song. Dunno exactly why. -shrug-
Mkay, a few things to ramble about.
Art. Geh. It's interesting for a person like me who has a flare for doodling, but it's also infuriating. We've done so far projects to demonstrate balance,
we've enlarged masterworks, we've enlarged and distorted our own sketches, we've enlarged poster pieces, and we're now working on perspective. A short list of complaints:
Balance: The teacher was really picky
Masterworks: Geh, I can't draw people at all!
Distortions: It's nigh on impossible to do curvy distortions right
Posters: Getting hair to look right is really hard.
Perspective: Actually not much to complain about, except that sometimes lining something up with the vanishing point(s) makes it look weird.
If we could get the scanner to work I'd scan in some examples of the really annoying ones.
It seems that despite my insistance that my work isn't that great, I continue to get A grades on the required work and extra points for the extra stuff I did because I work faster than everyone else. So I probably have over a 100 for art, the interim said 104 last I remember.
Biology, my established favorite class, is a 96. Splee. And Spanish, my least favorite, is a 93. It's mainly the homework I hate about Spanish. The class itself isn't bad since I have a good enough grasp of the language to put together Senora's Spanish into English and translate onto paper without making Senora (lacking a ~ over those n's, sorry. This keyboard doesn't like me using the alt key) make countless corrections to it. Speaking, well, gonna hafta work on that.
Did I say how much I love Biology? I think I did. Science has always been an interesting subject for me, and Mrs. Blevins being an awesome teacher is icing on the cake. Gawsh, I love that class. -pokes two of the last 3 tests (I think) that I got 100's or something close on-
I think Lukie's new name will be Taz. He's a little demon when he's hyper, and when he gets going and growls he sounds like a Tasmanian Devil. Seriously, it's so funny to hear him growl. he does get overexcited and hurt. His jaws and incredibly strong, and it hurts like the dickens when he chomps down hard.
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