Hobo Happenings

Very good book. Would read again. A++

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 02:26:32 -0600

Very good book. Would read again. A++

The flaps are kinda hard to figure out perspective on. =/

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 21:10:21 -0600

Last nights box. I was soooo tired.

Comparison Shot

New Box, Yo.

The flaps are kinda hard to figure out perspective on. =/

2012, yo

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 17:19:35 -0600

Last night I went to see 2012. It was my first time in a theater since I was 18.

It was so…loud. o_O

I loved it though. I was tensed up and didn’t blink for the entire movie!

It had awesome special effects, lots of people died, and the little girl was adorable.

I’ve never been one to study up on eschatology crap, but the movie made me look them up.

There are A LOT.

There was even a mention of a guy who was tripping out of his mind when he made predictions via a computer program. That made me giggle.

Yeah. So. I was going to write a long, drawn out blog about 2012 the movie and 2012 the end of the world, but…I don’t want to anymore.

That was last night.

Now I don’t care. -.-

It was a good movie. Go see it in the theater, yo.

I feel so...

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 00:32:00 -0600

Girly lately. I’m not sure why, but it’s definitely reflected on my wishlist. =/

Also, whenever I walk into my room my brain screams, ‘PINK OVERLOAD!’ and my mind goes entirely blank for a minute.

Colors are brighter than they appear in the picture.

Fun with Failure, Yo. Part two is here.

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 02:05:10 -0600

Fun with Failure, Yo.

Part two is here.

Desktop Wallpapers I Made Last Night

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 06:56:33 -0600

I didn’t ‘finish’ the last one, but I may at some other point.

Some took longer than others. Some only used the cosmetics...

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 06:40:00 -0600

Angelina Jole: Original

First edit

Second

Third

42

The color chosen was blue.

Angelina Jolie as a superhero.

Some took longer than others. Some only used the cosmetics action. Others, such as the superhero and blue one, had random Nik effects added to it. Tons of layers, tons of filters, tons of color blending.

Magical Ever After!

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 18:40:11 -0600

This is the original:

This is my edit (it took 6 hours):

I changed her hair and eyebrow color, did her makeup, put in the background, slimmed her face and fingers, changed her hair style, and made everything slightly dream like.

You’d better like it. -.-

Take My Test, Yo

Sun, 15 Nov 2009 19:39:43 -0600

The Sex and Chocolate Test at HelloQuizzy

A Story About Poop.

Sun, 15 Nov 2009 16:51:00 -0600

Well. One day I was walking along a rainbow to say hello to this little leprechaun I met a few months ago. I ended up slipping on Indigo and falling down, down, down into a tiny black hole type thing. I ended up in a world that looked just like this, except it was made entirely of poo! The smell was atrocious. You can’t even imagine. Think of an outhouse that has tipped over and magnify that times 1,350. Yeah. That bad.

Anyway, so I was walking (read: slipping and sliding) around this horrible alternate universe when I came upon the cousin of the leprechaun I had been going to meet! He took me to a small bakery a few blocks away. We sat and talked while he sipped on a mug of Taco Diarrhea. I felt nauseous just watching him. It didn’t help that the smell kept wafting over to me. =/

He told me that he had accidentally fallen through the same black hole thing that I had 5 years ago. I was amazed at that. I asked him how he had adjusted to it so well. He said that once you’ve lived there long enough you got used to it. After awhile, it even becomes rather nice. You really only have two choices: You can eat and live, or you can starve and die. And starving to death was a very unpleasant experience.

I was convinced that I could find a way back to my world though. I refused all food and drink offered to me. There were all sorts of things. Stuff you would vomit just thinking about. My personal favorite was Diarrhea Parmigiana. Yeah. Just…yeah.

After 3 days of walking around in shit and smelling it constantly, I realized that it didn’t really stink anymore. It actually smelled somewhat pleasant. So I met up with Patrick O’Henry, the cousin of my friend in the other world, and he told me to try the Cocoa Caca drink the bakery was famous for. Somewhat queasy and quite a bit hungry, I gave in.

To my surprise, all I could taste was the chocolate! Apparently, once you get used to it, you can’t taste or smell the poo anymore. You only taste the excess parts that made the poo the way it was. I ended of gorging myself on stuff such as: Deep Fried Stool, Stir-Fried Shart, and (my personal favorite) Taco Diarrhea. It was spicy with just a hint of a mint. Yum!

One day, a few weeks later, I was walking in the city dump and I saw the edge of something smooth and inky black under a few clumps of dried poo. I was kicking them out of the way, and I ended up slipping on a patch of maggots into the blackness. I had found the black hole!

As soon as everything righted itself once again, I noticed something odd. It smelled horrible here. There was gas, garbage, pollution, dead animals, and bad cooking in the air. I almost threw up right where I stood. I went to meet my friend, Neal O’Henry, to tell him the news about his cousin and was surprised to see that the rainbow had bits and pieces of poo embedded in it! I quickly grabbed them and put them in my pockets before anyone could see me. Once I had told Neil the news, he cried and hugged me and told me he may as well go join Patrick in the other world. I said goodbye, wished him luck, and made my way home.

Once there, I immediately took a shower, found a book to read, and sat down with my poo to read. I sat there munching on the delicious morsels and thought to myself, ‘Once these are gone I shall have no more.’ It made me sad for a few seconds, but then I decided to immortalize the moment. I grabbed my camera, let a piece of poo melt a little on my tongue, and took a picture. I framed it and put it on my nightstand to always remind me of my time in a better world.

And that is the story of how to poo came to be on my tongue.

Thou Shalt Not Kill

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 16:07:00 -0600

Today has been debate filled. The topic?

Whether or not I (or anyone else) should be allowed to choose who lives and who dies.

I know for most of you the answer would be, ‘Of course not! That’s insane!’.

A few others would add, ‘Only God/Allah/Zeus/Shiva/Anatolia/Vishnu/Imhotep/Guan Yu/Satan/Darth Vader can decide that.’

My argument for that is as follows…

There are people in this world who should have never been born. They bleed humanity for everything it’s worth. Every encounter they have leaves behind negative feelings. They are the scourge of the world.

There are…others…who live among us. They charm us with the smiles and witty remarks. But, behind closed doors, they are monsters. They brutalize children, torture defenseless animals, and lay down the foundation for future monsters.

When one of these monsters are caught and convicted they go to prison, but, eventually, they are released. And once a monster always a monster…

Not long from the time they are released, the monster feels the urge to play again. It’s an addiction, you know. And, like any other addiction, it creeps up on you and drives you insane with need. So the monster strikes again. Only more viciously this time.

If we had killed the monster when we trapped him, this would have never happened. Child beaters and molesters should get the death penalty, and if they don’t…well, we should be able to take care of them ourselves. It’s not much different than an angry mob marching to Frankenstein’s castle to kill the monster. Only this brand of monster is much worse than the fictional one.

What happens to the victims of the monster?

The children grow up mentally damaged. They feel guilty, dirty, rageful, and terrified. These feels grow over time, slowly turning the prey into the predator. Then there is a new monster to contend with. Perhaps a worse one.

Now, you may say that not all victims grow up to become a monster, and you’d be right.

But most do. It may be subtle at first, but if they get away with it one time…their need grows.

I was abused in every way as a child. But, I started therapy at 6. I’m still rather fucked up…if you can’t tell. Imagine the ones that never get therapy. Everything builds up inside until it needs to get out or the person feels they will implode.

What happens when they let go? What happens when they eventually turn into that monster; when they do the same thing that was done to them?

We send them to prison of course. What comes next again?

Oh, right. They get released. And the cycle starts all over.

If we had given the first monster the death penalty, the cycle would have been cut in half. Eventually, the cycle would become a straight line…with a beginning and an end.

But what about the silent monsters among us? The ones who have never been caught?

Surely there is someone who has noticed them. And what do they do?

They look the other way.

People seem to think that ignorance is bliss, but really ignorance is going to be the end of humanity. People don’t want to see the ugly side of the world. They just want rainbows and butterflies and to think that nothing bad will ever happen to them.

This is wrong. Very, very wrong. The world is a terrible place. It is also very beautiful. Where there is good, there is evil. Where there is light, there is dark. Where there are monsters, there are knights.

~~Thou Shalt Not Kill.~~

Why not?

I’m not saying we go around killing everyone who bothers us. I say we go around killing the evil people. People who commit crimes that start the vicious cycle. People that only bring negativity to the world around the them.

Yet it’s against the law, and the people who can slay the monsters don’t do so. Why can’t we take matters into our own hands and help make the world a better place?

Imagine if someone had seen Hitler for what he really was. Someone could have prevented millions of pointless deaths.

But they didn’t. Nobody cared enough to pay attention to the signs of an obvious mad man.

There should be exceptions to every law. Nothing is black and white. The majority of things in the world fall into the gray area.

I know some people would say, ‘Once you kill one person it becomes as easy as swatting a fly.’

You may be right.

But people have this thing called a conscious. Or most people do. We also have common sense. Hopefully. These things exist to keep us in check.

Others might say, ‘But I would feel guilty. Even if I killed a monster.’

That is because society has made you think this way. ‘Murder is bad. Killing people is wrong. Who are you to choose who lives or dies?’

Basically, we’re brainwashed. So what is going to keep happening is this:

My name is Sarah
I am but 3
My eyes are swollen,
I cannot see
I must be stupid
I must be bad
what else could
make my daddy so
mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren’t ugly
Then maybe my
mommy would still
want to hug me
I can’t speak at all
I can’t do no
wrong
Or I’m locked up
all the day long
When I awake I’m
all alone
The house is dark
my folks aren’t home
When my mommy
does come
I’ll try and be nice
and maybe I’ll get just
one whipping tonight
Dont make a
sound
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
from Charlie’s Bar
I hear him curse
my name he calls
I press myself
against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words
He says it’s my fault
he suffers at work
He slaps me and hits
me
And yells at me more
I finally get free
I run for the door
He’s already locked it
I start to bawl
He takes me and
throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
with bones nearly
broken
My daddy continues
with more bad words
spoken
I’m sorry I scream
But now it’s to late
His face had been
twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt the pain
Again and again
Oh god have mercy
Oh please let it
end
And he finally stops
He heads for the door
I lay there motionless
sprawled on the floor
My name is Sarah
I am but 3

Today my daddy

Murdered me.

This is what I bought.

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 12:50:36 -0600

This is what I bought.:

I actually felt guilty about it though.

I need money, and I just spent a bunch. -.-

This morning...

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 12:01:32 -0600

I gotten woken up by:

IT STINKS!

…

I tried to go back to sleep, and I had almost succeeded, when I heard:

THEY SMELL!

So I counted to 20 while imagining all sorts of stuff from stabbing him over and over to screaming at him and throwing the bowl of candy in his face.

Then I said fuck it, peed, washed my face, and got some orange juice…all to the tune of his maniacal laughter.

I shouldn’t even be awake right now. I went to bed at 7am.

I fucking hate him and hope he dies a horrible death.

On another note, I’ve decided to buy the bed in a bag on my wishlist. I need something to cheer me up. I’m not sure if a colorful bed will do it, but I’m going to try. -.-

Teehee

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 03:33:10 -0600

So Like...

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 02:51:02 -0600

I put some drawing stuff on my wishlist. If you’re artsy, go look and tell me what’s best to get out of them.

Kthnx, yo. <3

Hey look!

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 01:01:19 -0600

My blog is now prettyful. ♥

Do you like it?

I drew Achmed! It’s my first portrait ever. Do you like...

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 00:49:49 -0600

I drew Achmed!

It’s my first portrait ever.

Do you like it?

Meh. I tried.

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 22:56:00 -0600

Meh. I tried.

Practice makes perfect right? At the rate I’m going,...

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 22:00:09 -0600

Coke bottle, book, sharpener, and orange

Sharpener (I made it 2D!)

Banana was a bitch.

Practice makes perfect right?

At the rate I’m going, I’m going to need a new sketchbook.

Also:

My pencils fucking suck.

For Aaron, yo.

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 20:45:51 -0600

For Aaron, yo.