Jak siê masz!

Hello friends. Let me get this first part out of the way. For the people who wanted sketches...well...you ain't getting them. Let me be honest here...I'm not one to sketch, so your peices will be a little more polished. I've finished about half so far...but I figured I'll post them all the same day so as not to leave anyone out. I told you guys I'd be done by the end of this month. I will try my damn hardest!

1. - wants a Bday Portrait...YAY!!! (we share the same bday!)
2. - wants V for Vendetta Inspired Art
3.-wants...hardcore pornographic images!!!!
4. -wants a sketch of her dog Bantu!
5.-wants a crazy bloody heart with patches and knives in it!
6. -wants me to draw her. She also shares my bday!
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10. - wants... ME! I keed, I keed.

And now...for the meat of this journal. Not much going on over here. I've figured out how to paint digitally without it looking like complete utter...how u say...SHIT! So...I'm obviously happy about this. We'll see more of it soon, I'm working on a new peice right now. School is grand, life is grand, I am happy...some people make me happier than others. I am lucky.

And now...how about a story!? Yes!!!! STORYTIME!!!!!

So...I went out with my parents today. They were going on a little shopping trip and I tagged along...knowing I could persuade them into buying me random stuff I need but do not desire to spend my own money on. (i.e: socks, cheese nips, a new belt, personal grooming items.)

So anyway...I went, I grabbed the stuff I needed...(and some things I didn't really need but tossed it in their cart) and hobbled off to find some other random thing I could get them to buy for me.

So...I'm walking around and along the way, I see a magazine rack. Now I know very few places carry it, but I was looking for the new ImagineFX magazine(its a digital painting magazine...I highly recommend it). Meanwhile...I'm looking through the magazines and a little boy, probably around 7 or 8 is to my left. He asks me "Do you watch wrestling?" "Huh? Oh...umm...no." I reply.

"Football? Basketball? NBA?" he continues. "No"...I answer to all of those questions. "Do you even watch T.V?" he inquired. I had to admit to him that I didn't.

"YOU'RE WEIRD!" he replied. I of course took this in good stride, I just laughed it off and continued looking at the magazines in front of him. Let's be honest here...I AM weird! I stop and pick up the new Guitar World Magazine and he continues to stand next to me, interrogating me. "Well...if you don't watch T.V...what do you do? I bet you just read all day." I looked up from the magazine for a moment and told him "Well..., I just go to school."

"You mean you just go to school, do your homework and go to bed?" he questioned. "Well I do MORE than that." I muttered. "YOU'RE BORING!" he said to me.

I moved my way over to the digital photography magazine and as I picked one up, and he came over to me once more this time with some sort of teen magazine showcasing this months hottest teen celebrities. "She's hot!" he exclaimed as he pointed at some celebrity within the magazine. "Don't you think she's hot?" he continued. "I don't know," I said "she looks a little too young for me."

"What about her?" he asked as he pointed at a picture of Ashlee Simpson. "Nah...she's not really my type." I said.

"Do you not like girls? Do you want to be friends with boys?" he uttered. I looked at him for a second trying to figure out what exactly he meant by that. Not even a second had passed before he turned the page and pointed out more girls that he thought was hot. "Look at her teeth, they're so perfect!" he smiled...revealing a full front row of teeth full of gaps. I smiled back at him and he promptly asked "Do you think any of these girls are pretty?"

I looked down and pointed at what I had believed to be Natalie Portman (it was actually Jessica Alba). "She's pretty!" I said. He looked up at me with a face of disgust. I pointed at someone else in the magazine. Another brunette. "She's pretty too." I continued. Again I was met with a look of disgust. Just then...the boy heard someone call for him, and ran from the magazine aisle with magazine in hand. I knew better than to stick around for him to come again. I did what any self respecting loser would do. I got the hell out of there.

It's something for your friend to tell you you're a loser, it's another thing entirely to be told by a crooked tooth kid that you're a loser...and that you might be gay, and if not gay...you have a bad taste in women.

Humbling isn't it?