at the moment...

so, i was going to work on Chapter 3 of TWtD but instead i open up PS and start making brushes *bounces* i'm really happy with them... *glares at comp* i think my mouse is roally screwed up, its making the little scrollmove randomly up and down without me even touching it *growls* ok this is really annoying!

anyway, made a complete brush set (about 8 brushes i think) and 1 background... i'm going to make more of those but first i want to make some old/faded word brushes.

so because of that i went and pulled out my mum's old caligraphy stuff.... i found this old uber thin parchment like paper though which is really amazing but... lets just say my pen's a little out of practice *throws away wavy line of text* i'm going to keep working on it though :) i dont think i'm going to be able to finish reading God Emperor... especially if i dont get reading for the next... 4-6 hours *sigh* i guess i'm going to have to write my lit essay on Wuthering Heights.... oh well, i've read worse books i guess.

later!

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written awhile back on the Marysia boards.... continues this

( City of Shadow Drabble )

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Drabble from City of Shadow- Respect
By Winter
Rating: G
Keywords: quirky
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i should be working...

... on my english/science essay about Evolution v Creation but... i need inspiration and the Tori Amos music is awesome but they'll probably play some junk next on the radio and *sigh* i feel all sad. i have the tendancy to be a little self-pitying sometimes, but gawd, my life is soo nice and good and safe compared to some people's i really need never complain. i mean, i have 2 older sibs who rock, parents who love/accept/encourage/support basically anything i put my mind to... i guess the only not so great thing is i want to help people so much, despite my cynical nature, that i spread myself to thin and work myself until i'm sick and ya... i take on to much. that and losing my best friend, which wasnt as bad as it might have been since i found someone who was better for me anyways... and this just sounds so petty.

and look here, junk on the radio... i dont feel in the mood for selfish heavy metal darnit!

i love my family, i think thats all i have to say... i've often wondered if i can truly feel for real living flesh and blood people because the thought of loosing someone has never filled me with dread and i can never seem to feel sad by the death of a distant relative, or even worry when they are sick or whatever but... this wasnt what i meant to walk about but its an ingrained fear. not fear of losing someone but not feeling something if they did. is this crazy? i just have always felt that i feel more, cry more over books then reality...