Things Change, 'Kay?

I need to note to myself that I need to write up commission prices and then come out with some art that will reflect what I'm going to be able to give to the commissioner. Because most of what I have on here isn't near my potential. I just don't partake in a lot of projects to the finish.

I'm in the midst of one, however. It'll stay on my desk (in which case it takes up half of the space - all of it with my laptop for references) until it's finished. I think it shouldn't take more than five hours, judging by what I have down so far. But I'm getting used to graphite pencils again ... so maybe my pace will pick up, continuing the same quality, mind you, as I move along. And I have to give at least a half-assed background, yes?

Me being me, however, I won't be giving you a clue in the actual journal as to what it could be. XD I'll tell you that I'm going for my semi-realism I manage to achieve half of the time, though. I'll work on actual realism once my year of improvement is over. That's the whole point of it, after all.

I'm a technical artist. I'll throw out some interpretive junk when I'm in a funk, but that's about it. I don't like lines, if you haven't noticed in 90% of my digital stuff. And I've been working on value scale for the past few months.

Besides all of the art stuff, though, I'm throwing in a social life to the whole mix. This, believe it or not, is rather new to me. I don't normally hang out with people unless someone asks me to do something. Now I'm actually taking initiative and talking to people and doing stuff. I went out with a girl to see The Darkest Hour yesterday. She'd like to think we're dating, but me ... I have some reservations. For various reasons. Not for the fact that I don't swing her way, though.

Then tomorrow I should be going skating with a few friends. Oh jeez ... the ice. XD I can't wait, even though I have to wake up early to make the open skate.

Ah, crap. I gotta find some skates and then some socks that won't tear up my feet and ankles. That's an ongoing problem I have, even over a few years. I've switched to anklets instead of the normal socks, and anklets are not good to wear while skating. And the longer socks I do have give me sores where my skates rub on my foot. And, seeing as I'm not afraid to use my edge blades like most out there, I have a lot of pressure points in those boots.

Thinking about it ... I might never have broken in those boots properly yet, since I quit lessons soon after buying them. :/ I seriously need to work on that shit. Assuming the rink isn't too full, I should be able to do it tomorrow, once I feel comfortable with my balance. Takes me a while to even start a waltz jump every single time.

Did I mention I like speed?

I've been going through my room lately. Cleaning things out because it's gotten out of control. I've kinda lost my "path." I need my path. I always rant about my path. Inside the house, I use it to navigate in near pitch-darkness. I don't like lights. Outside I use it ... because it's out of habit. I dunno. As long as my dad isn't shining the spotlight into my eyes (about 50% of the time that I go outside for a walk, he does that to me - I do not appreciate it) or the lights from the house aren't too bright, I can see quite perfectly outside. I have rather good night vision, thank the Air.

I need it to walk my laps whilst talking over things to myself.

Lately it's been about Dexter.

I just finished watching season six yesterday. Unlike a lot of the reviews I've been reading, I loved it. It was the most tense one yet. So much was going on; it was freaky exciting. The only problem I had was that the season finale didn't wrap things up; it made things worse. Instead of telling us what happens with the Ice Truck Killer's hand that Matsuka's assistances have been playing around with, it ended up on top of Dexter's fridge, and that's where it stays. It doesn't resolve Deb's sudden problems with Dexter, but instead makes it worse. Dexter ... had the most issues in this season out of all of them. I like it, unlike a lot of other people. It shows that the monster is indeed human. Dexter needs a wake-up call every now and again. He got one when his department was tracking down the Bay Harbor Butcherer - him - and now he realizes that he can have even bigger fuck ups.

On top of all that, season six pretty much pulled together all of the other seasons. It brought back the Ice Truck Killer (season 1), he mentioned that he was the Bay Harbor Butcherer (season 2), er ... I forget the other seasons, but ... there were a lot of other things, too.

I hope this doesn't mean that Dexter's going to end next season. Then what can I look forward to? The two best TV series that I've ever seen ... finished? Prison Break and Dexter. Prison Break's still the best. Don't deny it; watch it. If you're a friend, I can lend you the DVDs!

Anyway, that was the subject of my walk and talk for the last couple days: Dexter. Now I have to complete my circle and finish what I began.

So I've been cleaning my room, right? Um ... I seem to have forgotten my point. Damn it.

My DVDs have a little place on my bookshelf now, though. They aren't just stacked there in front of my books anymore. I made room for my new Mistborn series I got for Christmas. Probably the best present. XD

Besides the Mistborn books (best book series ever), I also got an anatomy t-shirt, socks (I needed them, 'kay?) a new phone (completely unexpected, but I ain't complaining, considering the condition of my last one), charcoals, new black India ink ... and a paycheck. XD

I paid my father off for all the rabbit stuff. I had my mother paid off. I got all my Christmas shopping out of the way (I sure hope so), and I still have money left. I have half a mind to grab my Walmart gift card from my grandmother, what's left of my last paycheck, and buy as much Dexter as I flippin' can. I have season one on DVD, but that's it. It may not be my most favorite TV show ever, but it's certainly up there.

And go figure - Dexter isn't even my favorite serial killer. Sylar, from Heroes, is.

Now I kinda want to look into real serial killers. Is this bad? I fear my behavior sometimes. It tends to mirror Dexter's every now and again. Along with a lot of other psychopaths' (but mostly Dexter).

Anyway. I'm not in a writing mood, people. Lila, Fallen Apart, Zodiac Tribes, Nowhere to Go - they ain't gonna be going anywhere any time soon. I'm on a strictly artsy diet right now. My current picture, a few Desktop Pony pictures ... other stuff that needs gettin' done. Yup.

And I need to do college stuff. Again. *sigh* At least I know where I'm going, what I'm going to major in (going into analytical Chemistry, most likely - y'know, forensics?), usw. I just need to know HOW I'm going to get there, y'know? Financial Aide ... and apparently, since I have a job, I'll have to pay more for college. I mean, what the hell? I take initiative and this is what I get? Fuck life, man. Fuck the government. It's all shot to hell.

And I don't like politics. I'll get snappy, 'kay? I warned you.

Well, I should finish this little pencil project. Okay, it's not so little. I'm using my big sketchbook for optimal detailing. XD I think I'm gonna like it. Hopefully. It features a lot of hair. :/ Have I ever mentioned that I hate hair? I hate hair.

I hate hair.

With a passion.

The only reason I'm keeping mine long is because I plan to be cosplaying Rogue. Still. Even though I haven't even thought of getting materials to put it together yet. That needs to be done.

And I need to work on a southern accent.

Yusseree.

My dog is a fluffy mess.