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I'm probably going to riddle a lot of randomness in here. Why? Because I can. And then I'll scoff at myself later. Teehee!

My blue highlighter--the only one I have--has an issue with its cap. It appears to have no problem keeping it together when I stick it on, but it always seem to fall off in my backpack pocket. Whenever I'm searching around for a sharpened pencil, certain pen, or even my ever-shrinking eraser, I find the cap off and I have to stick it back on. I'm afraid it's going to dry out some time. While I rarely use that color, it doesn't mean I don't want it b-byed!

A couple days ago, my wonderful aunt, upon reading ... er, one of my journals, she emailed me the origin of the word "prom." Kind of felt stupid, even if I didn't really have reason to. Promenade. Francas! Although I still kind of want to know why it means walk. Now every time I think of prom, I'm going to think of square dancing. >.< "Bow to your partner! Bow to your corner!" and "Promenade home!" That's about all I remember.

I was talking to Nicole again yesterday. You have any idea how much I want to drive up there and give her a big ol' hug? She's been telling me about her teenage blues, how they're making her feel and overall how life's going ... and I want to help her through, just to be there for her. Because she deserves it. She told me what's up, and then that she's unable to really talk to anyone but me. Her friends would be angry that she didn't confide in them earlier, and she refuses to talk to her parents. I think it's nice to at least have one friend to share my troubles with (Alyssa), but I can understand her thinking.

I'm lucky to have my mom and Dana to talk to. Adult advice is always a good thing to at least consider. And if I can't right away figure out how to tell Mom something, I write it in my journal and Dana reads it and gives me some help or whatever.

Thankfully I haven't needed that lately ... still got some feedback, but nothing I was too afraid of to talk about. *snort* Afraid. And I was told to watch a movie. "Never Been Kissed" with that actress from everywhere. Looked it up on Netflix, but of course it's not as easy as that. Meh. I'll figure out how to watch it.

Speaking of watching things. I'm currently on the third season of Heroes. Oh yes, the consistent serial killer bad-guy, Sylar, is definitely my favorite now. Good actor, interesting character, and not as predictable as one would think. Again, Sylar has this ... strange intensity. Like Scofield, but not completely. I dunno. I just like him.

Might as well get the geekiness over now. ^^

New Nation's back again full force. Dawn got over her month and a half of sickness and we have our best poster again. So I'll never be completely caught up again. Chris and Ii are just a post or two away from finishing the Gambit/Neko thread. Last thing I wrote was that after getting shot down by the Nation's soldiers, he tried to get away, but Neko was on him and cuffing him first. He's losing blood, too, so his brain's getting all fuzzy. I may not be completely medically-savy, but I still remember stuff from Anatomy and Physiology and I do do my research.

A lot of research ... O.O Low blood pressure, shock, arteries and veins, erm ... more than that, too. I look it up as I go along.

But while that thread's almost finished, my illustration for it is not. I remade the lines for Gambit ... again, using myself and other muscle references for anatomy, proportions, balance, believable action ... that stuff. Once I get Neko, a couple of her soldiers, the crowd, and the background lines done as well, I'll get to coloring and shading them accordingly. I can work without a gray scale. So I'm going to do it, and I'm going to finish this piece as I want to. No deadlines. No tired rush. That was my downfall with a promising HARPG picture. Good horse, but I did a crap job everywhere else.

That being said, I still have my "commission" for Scott and my competition picture for HARPG to do. This is the last picture I'm doing for someone without some sort of payment. It's not a trade, I'm not getting any dA points or anything, and since I have an artsy muse, I have too much to do.

Figures.

And I also have a drive to get things perfect so that I can learn, find my style. It won't be perfect to me in a few months, but then I'll know what I can change.

Like my Nightcrawler painting. I found out why it looks wrong to me. I just don't know if I'm going to try and fix it....

Found out today why Jacob called me psychic ninja! Apparently I knew what Mark was going to say, the psychic part. And I guess I'm still ninja-like or something ... somehow. XD I'm not subtle enough.

Check that, not subtle at all. I can beat around the bush, but I'm not subtle. Rather blunt.

Yet still socially awkward.

Somehow I can still go up to Friedman and Cara, though, while they're snuggling or whatever, and act as if I belong there, don't see anything wrong, and as if I'm not bothering them. I'm not sure if it annoys them, though.

And I did manage to ask Jacob out.

He did say yes.

Tuesday--or was it Wednesday?--he asked if it could just be as friends, but then he came up to me today after the bell rang for us to go to class and he told me that he said that because of some situation he was in. But he has it all figured out so it can be a date-date ...

When I told Mom that I did ask him out and she asked if I liked him ...

Yes, yes I do. I can say that now. For sure.

He makes my day happy when I see him. And that doesn't happen too often. Finding a person that can brighten my day ... all day. Alyssa can do it, and Jacob's been doing it, but that's about it.

That'll be it for now.

SONG OF THE DAY: River of Dreams ~ Billy Joel