Technically speaking, everyone of the class (over Fall Break) had been assigned to read a book written by Patricia Cornwell. Reason being, her novels are about law enforcement cases and by reading the novel we could come to an understanding of how these things, sometimes, go down -- the hours worked, the toll it takes on the investigators/forensic scientists, analysts, and medical examiners and so on and so forth. I, technically, chose to read Scarpetta. I never did. The synopsis of the no
For Halo: Retribution, bore yourselves at your own risk: BZP Username - Spink Character Name - Cain Michaellis Species - Human Affiliation - Rebel Soldier Rank - N/A Faction - Insurrectionists Specialize in - Cain specializes in ranged weaponry, though he has actually proven himself to be quite a skillful driver. His talent for driving vehicles seems quite innate, though it may also be borne from his desire to learn how to operate vehicles while on any type of leave, as he has a habit of enjo
So it's November and that means NaNoWriMo is upon everyone participating. I decided to forgo my original plans, and decided that I'm going to instead try writing this romance-type story I've been thinking about for the last few months. My first attempt at it just sucked, but I hadn't planned it, outlined it, or even put much thought into how I was to do everything (so inconsistencies were abundant, and some scenes were just written in a rush and sounded incredibly cliched). As of now I'm working
They're all so boring. Baseball has no excitement, and it's so slow. I get people like it and stuff, but it's like, why must it become the center of every conversation... and how one earth do people have the attention span to watch it? The only part of it I can understand is seeing it in person, because at least then it seems more interesting... and there's all those little shops and foodplaces to go whenever you get bored watching people run around in circles. Soccer (or football/futbol).
More of a doodle, though the shading and stuff took a while. The black coat-part doesn't look that good, because the pencil I was using doesn't color even. (And I know the cravat/hands suck). It was how I killed an hour in class, when I had nothing to do.
Alucard-1
Alucard-2
I couldn't fit the entire drawing into a picture, but the duster he's wearing basically trails off and has a bunch of blank eyes in it.
It's not very good, but eh, I was bored.
Well, I happen to be on a few other sites and on one of these websites, four people from my school were also members and we basically all randomly bumped into each other on the site. Like, small internety-world.
Secondly, I have no classes tomorrow and that's pretty nice. Though I need to do a lot of projects.
Thirdly, I started drawing this... interesting, picture during class in my notebook. It started out as a circle, and eventually turned into something that would be on the more extr
I originally typed out a very long, very detailed rant. I ranted about myself, really. I feel a little better for it, but not really. I wasn't going to post it, I knew that when I started. Part of me wanted to, just to let everyone into the way I think.
But no.
No one should have to read that thing.
No one.
Word either dislikes me quite a lot, or it doesn't really understand that when I press the "tab" key at the start of a paragraph, I mean to make an indent and not right justify everything on the page.
Makes the process of formatting a manuscript a pain in the neck.
How are so many people educated at the high school level, but none of them can fathom just how to walk down a hallway?
I could start on manners, but I feel as if being polite is likely more complicated to the average high schooler within this building than walking.
I'm feeling pretty bored, so I'm taking a page from Aho's book and making one of these "ask entries" I heard so much about some time ago.
And yes, I do know I am late to that party.
But if it kills boredom, I'm all down for it.
And since doing an entry for every single one of them would be overload, likely take up at least an entire page in this blog, I simply decided to condense it into a single entry.
<3 you all!
Did an edit to my blog title, decided to be rid of the period that had been placed there purely out of habit. Made the title clash with all the others when in a list, IMO.
Plus, I added a subtitle again. I had Peter Pan on the brain, so that's why it may look like a reference.
Basically, I finished up a photoshop project the week before spring break, and it turns out that I'm one of the only people who finished (even got critique and such from the teacher, who had no complaints), so now I have 45 minutes for the rest of the week to do whatever on the computer. It's pretty nice, if I do say so myself.
That, and I finished a draft for an article a week before it was meant to be done, and now I have free time in that class as well.
I feel so productive, being unpr
I love how it can put me in such a good mood, especially when I think there's hardly anything that could possibly kick me out of my sorrowful mood.
Man, I love it so much.
At my school, one of the faculty members -- a social studies teacher who has been around since the conception of the school some two, three years ago -- has been battling cancer since June, 2010. He's been in the school since that date, and even talked in some of my classes about specific events that occurred in History, or about AP Human Geography -- the student newspaper, the one I work on, dedicated an entire issue to him (first issue) due to his condition and there were many, many, many stud
So I typed this up in some three minutes, did some minor editing to it, but I don't know what it is. Just kind of... whatever, I guess. Well, I sort of set it in a world I created.
The sky, it is the color of ash. Snow twists and turns and tumbles and dances on its way towards the black and gray asphalt, the chilly air sending the magnificent flakes fluttering about whenever a breeze would pass. Standing just below the falling snow was a man, walking purposefully down the Æterian street
I've absolutely fallen in love with this song, despite how sad it is.
<3
(Just an excerpt)
"I'm trying to earn a set of feathery wings
I wish I could protect you here
Oh, please don't cry
Now smile as you're standing
At the edge of your life
Your troubles are over
Mine are just beginning
I'm trying to earn a set of feathery wings
To take me away from here
Its me you leave behind
If only I could have been there
I’d be a hand for the sinking
If only I could have been th
