Crunch

My goal is to type up as much as I can before dinner is done. Which is in an hour. So I should have enough time to get everything down.

But where do I start? I mentioned my last journal all of the things that I can mention, but the prom topic is a little out of date now. At least the preparation for prom and all of that. Now I can write about prom itself.

So why don't I?

It was pretty awesome. Jake picked me up, and his mother came over as well so that everyone could get a kajillion pictures of us. But before that I shaved my legs for the first time, and probably last time for a very long while at least. Gave myself a nasty nick on my right ankle. Because, you know, it's my right. And everything happens to my right leg. The scar I got from ice skating a couple years back, though? It actually looked alright after I shaved. Too bad it'll look all scar-y again when I let the hair grow back. Hmm ... interesting topic. But then I went upstairs, and mom spent an hour (possibly more) doing my hair and makeup. I looked like a sparkly zombie before she did my hair up. And then, I admit, I looked pretty alright.

What's up with me and zombies lately?

So then Jake and I went to Applebee's, had dinner there while being coddled by the waitress, and then we were off to prom. Since we were of the first people there, we got to explore and do things before it got crazy busy. But I was surprised at the decoration. It didn't look like our school at all, and it was pretty darned awesome. While the theme was masquerade, it turned out to be more like Mardi Gras, though. Nonetheless, it was some awesome time spent. I even karaoked. In front of people. It was "Billy Don't Be a Hero" because it's the song I can sing best, in my opinion, but I got a lot of compliments from my friends.

Jake and I won the Nearly Wed Game. I didn't like the questions at all, though ... I mean, some of them were this or that questions, and others were a wee bit bizarre. We also did Rock Band, with Jake at the drums, but I think I embarrassed myself a li'l too much then. For some reason I said we should do "Du Hast," and I can't play Rock Band, so I sang ... Uh ... ever heard Rammstein before? Yeah, I don't sing like that. If you can call that singing. Hehe ... One German exchange student (I don't know how to spell her name) was enjoying it, though, or so people tell me.

I think prom's one of those things I should write about right after it happens, though, so I can capture more of the emotion and remember more details. I also wish that Jake and I hung out around the food a little more. XD Food!

Yeah, well, the next day was a mood killer. And so has been the rest of the week so far. I bounced back a wee bit again today, but I ended up balling my eyes out.

So Deb had her bunnies, right? She was supposed to have bunnies, but she shedded half of her fur and then had bunnies. I was freaking out when I first saw them, since they weren't supposed to exist, but there they were. And since they were there, I hoped to keep them there.

The weather had a completely different idea. Sunday I found five of her bunnies dead. Cold. May decided to act like March and five out of the seven froze to death. So I brought her inside, along with the two remaining bunnies, and made her a home. I looked in today and there was only one bunny left. I still have no idea what happened to the last one. Methinks that she ate it ... Why? I dunno, really. Perhaps I had to stick it back in the box a few too many times. The little critters didn't know how to stay inside. Maybe she was too stressed from having bunnies, and then me having to move her around. Mom just brought up that perhaps she's a little too young. She was, after all, born in November.

I don't know. All I do know is that out of seven bunnies, only one's right there in her box. And all of her fur disappeared, so I gotta find the poor little fellow some straw or some sort of bedding. I kinda want to know what happened to all the straw, too ...

Strange. Just strange.

But the bunnies aren't the only little guys who died.

Tuesday I found out that Butterscotch died. I took care of the rabbits, and she was lying, dead, in her box. Oh, I cried. I pulled her out of the box (probably scaring Midget half to death--not cool), held her in my arms and cried. I've had her for at least eight years. She was the pretties rabbit that I ever laid eyes on, and extremely nice, too. She was my buddy! I have a bowl named after her ... and she was dead.

Then, when I walked into the house, I discovered that I had blood all over my sweater. Today, when I brought her box up to the garage for measurements, there was blood all over the bottom of it. In fact, there was a lot of blood. I don't know where it came from. She had blood around her nose, and around her tail area. There was just ... blood.

But when I found her, she had just died. Because the blood was mostly fresh and she was still limp. My guess is that she was dead for only an hour or two?

And I buried her today. I finally found a shovel, and the rain had finally stopped, so I dug a grave. It was a little more than knee-deep, I think, and it was the best dang hole that I've ever dug. And I didn't bat an eye while I dug, even though I laid her right next to the hole for size reference. But when I laid her down in the hole, I burst into tears again and I couldn't even hold the shovel.

It was the last time I would ever be able to touch her ... to actually see her in all her prettiness. She really was a beautiful rabbit.

And I already miss her.

I want to know why she died.

In Honor of Butterscotch, My Dearest and Prettiest Rabbit

? - 17 May 2011

You Will Always Be Mine

So that's not cool. Not cool at all. Seven rabbit deaths within the week. Simply unacceptable. I just hope that Midgey really is having a litter and that she doesn't die from it like Wizzer. I hope that Doe-Eye keeps herself alive (as well as her sole bunny), and that Cashmere stays as quirky as he is. Love him, too.

I love my rabbits. I really do. I don't want to see another one of them dead.

Onward to another subject before I cry again?

So I said that I had a commission that I wasn't getting paid for. Or traded for. Normally on dA you hear about trades as well as commissions. So I guess I'm doing this picture out of the kindness of my heart. I dunno why I accepted doing it in the first place.

It's for Scott, of his character Trent. He keeps giving me specific things, but he changes his mind like a goldfish, so I decided on one thing and I hope that he'll like it. He should. He keeps commenting on my deviantArt profile about how much he likes my style and artwork. So as long as I put some effort into it, at least, I should be good.

I have until the end of the month to finish that. Because he didn't give me a deadline. So I did. Otherwise I'd keep putting it off until he forgets about it. Or becomes mad at me. Most people forget, but I get the feeling that he wouldn't. And I did promise him.

So I got a picture to draw for that.

And I'd really, really, like to finish the Gambit/Neko picture. I think I'm going to have to redo Remy's face, possibly add more detail to his hands or something. Then I have to do his hair, coat, and boots. Then he should be finished. After that I'll have to do the background, a crowd of people, and Neko, but Remy's my sole concern right now. XD

I got a Nightcrawler/TMNT comic that I've got to get working on as well. I have two frames drawn out and inked, but that only takes up one of the corners of the page. I probably should not have inked those two frames, but I've had this idea in my head for months now. I think it'll be alright. It really hasn't changed much.

That Nightcrawler painting, too, I need to finish. I have to redo his hand and redo the background, as well as add a painting of a butterfly in there, and then that one will be finished. Wish I would have caught that mistake while I was painting it. Instead I stared at the painting, trying to figure out exactly why it looked wrong. Well, now I know!

I was looking up "Joe Mad," one of the artists for a while for the X-Men comics (because I love the way he draws Remy), on Google, and I found a bunch of chalk art things. I don't think any of it was actually Mad's work, but there was a Wolverine picture ... and I want to do a chalk art mural thing, see how it works out for me.

I have some chalks--not a lot--that I can work with, and I already got a preliminary sketch of what I want to draw, now I just have to wait for good weather. And, knowing Michigan, it's not going to come until one of the J-months. June, July. But I'll be waiting. And since I have some Michael's giftcards, I think I'll hop on over there one of these days and pick up some more chalk. Because the chalk I have now, it's not a lot. I don't think I'll be able to get much of anything done with that amount. And I need black. And ... gray? I dunno. Metal boots. This'll be interesting. And brown! Lots of brown. His trench coat, his hair, some for his face. Pinch of pink and red. But that's about it. Yup. Remy, you're one colorful man.

So that's it for art, I guess.

Was noch ...?

I don't know. My Eisbrecher finally downloaded, so now I have awesome German music. I happen to like Eisbrecher more than Rammstein. Why? I dunno. I've also been getting more attached to the band Red over Linkin Park, even though they're very similar. Red only has two albums, but I like their style. Especially in the first album.

Now I just gotta find myself some Wise Guys and Nox Arcana. Yup. Rammstein as well, I suppose. Apocolyptica! Yup. Yupyupyup.

Happy thoughts. ^^

D'oh! The job application.

I still haven't finished it because I'm a flippin' idjit. And when we drove by the place on the bus today, I noticed that they took their equivalent to a help wanted sign down. Should I just toss what I have done and look for another place? Because I need money. I'm down to less than fifty dollars now. I dunno. Job, job ... wo bist du?

Rar.

What nelse? *peeks back at the other journal*

Nah. I feel like I've written enough right now. There's only so much that one can write after sitting down for forty-five minutes. I have some other things I probably could mention--like school--but I'll leave that for later. I'll have something else to write about soon, then. Because I really have been putting off my journals.

SONG OF THE DAY: Shadows ~ Red