So if you were to write a musical episode with your characters, what songs would each (or all) of them sing, and how?

Not feeling talkative today.

- Art history is awesome.
- I'm finally comfortable with my art course. (still don't like painting, tough. FUCK TEMPERAS)
- Rogue is level 30.
- Getting hair cut tomorrow.

( ajsdkfg )

and now, it's time for THE embarrasment of my age of 15

( are you ready to witness this level of fail? )

To do:
- maths homework
- learn about the November Uprising (gladly. This shit is hilarious)
- start studing latin
- start studying art history
- just start fucking studying
- start cleaning the house for my birthday party
- write an essay for my English class
- clean cat poop from my mom's computer room
- I propably forgot something

Piece of cake

( Whoop-de-doo, I'm eating spinach. It's delicious. )

Update: 
1. There was a dead bug in my spinach, it turns out. Eughehgghjsg.
2. Why do I keep coming back to 4chan? I see something gross, scream "nevermore!" and come back several months later. I'm going to stick to /co/ from now on. >:|

I find the lack of afros in this fandom disheartening.

( God bless boring classes, the only force strong enough to make me draw )

( Talk talk talk )

I rode a scooter today, for the first time in my life! Dad and I went to an empty parking lot and I practiced for around fifteen life-threatening minutes. It was really fun, altough, not gonna lie, it's kinda scary and I can't turn very well. Still, it was fun.

( I'm just a ghost, I'm on your street, waiting, when you comin' home? )

I am on a mission. A small one, but a mission nonetheless.

And that mission is recommending you a very good webcomic. Adventure! Cowboys! Chase scenes! Gay Communists! It has everything!

Also, the art is gorgeous and I might be unhealthily jealous of the artist's skill, but shhhh.

At the risk of sounding extremely unhip, I not only got up and stood still at Hour Zero, but actually cried like a bitch.

For you non-polish people: today is the 65th anniversary of the Warsaw Uprising. On september 1st 1944, at 17:00, soldiers of Armia Krajowa - kids my age, oh my fucking God, 15-, 16-year-olds - started fighting. Every tenth of them had a weapon. Against them, the Nazis sent 20 000 soldiers equipped with tanks, guns and grenades. 60 000 civils were killed the very first day. In case you wondered; yeah, we lost. After 63 days, after Warsaw quite literally was burnt to the ground - sqare kilometres of nothing but debris - and AK surrendered.

I don't know, propably many kids my age don't care as much. Why should I, after all I wasn't even born that time, right? But I just can't not care, I can't not shudder when I walk around my city and suddenly think what was going on there over sixty years ago, that years after the uprising bodies of messengers, paramedics and civils were still found in the sewers, that kids were fightng and dying at the very same place I'm currently romping at with my friends, I can't not wonder what Warsaw looked like before it was destroyed in rebuild (by the way, nice work on that,  ZSRR. Thanks for an ass-ugly capital >:|). And I can't but be horrified to think that I wouldn't be able to do it. I wouldn't be able to crawl in the sewers with injured men on my back, I wouldn't be able to spend two fucking months of constant fear, I wouldn't be able to do anything but die.

Sorry for the lack of a coherent ending or anything, I just... I don't know. Felt like I should say something.

Still crying, by the way.

I have narrowly avoided drowning in my own snot yesterday. I feel a bit better today, but my nose is still sore and running, and I REEK of garlic, because I had to eat two cloves of garlic, BECAUSE HEY, there is no need to conform to whippersnapper fads like HAVING COLD MEDICINE IN OUR HOUSE. (at least a working one. Polopiryna can suck my balls, I want Gripex Night!)

FUCK I'm going to brush my teeth AGAIN ;_;

Made Sai and Mia sims.

( Hurr )

My mom and sister already bought three wedding dresses for her, none partucularly wedding-like, all pretty.
I'm wearing my mom's old dress, so I'm all set. (a dress she wore when my brother was three year old. She had two kids and wore a dress that suffocates me! Holy shit, mom!)

You guys. I drew something, you guys. STOP THE PRESSES!

( They watched them beat him, they watched them break him, they watched his last defense deployed. )

Gasoline made of carbon dioxide? The future is NOW. In POLAND.

Ffffffuck I love that woman.

- School's out! Has been for several days, actually. My GPA is 4,14, not bad.
- I have a new cellphone. I blocked my previous one because, um, after around 5 years of having the same PIN I never remembered it, I just let my fingers write it. All was good until I REMEMBERED I don't remember it. Anyway, my mom took the opportunity to buy me a new cell with a new number, and boy, do I love that phone. <3 It shoots photos and has a built-in MP3-Player and has a metal casing which is very useful because I once dropped my previous cell from 2nd floor.
- I watched Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. I would tell how I liked it but I'm too busy listening to "My Eyes" and "Slipping" on repeat.
- I sorta kinda went to work as soon as school ended; there was a dire need for help over at my dad's school, and I actually spent 10 hours on saturday working. Sunday and monday weren't as busy, but still. I did pretty well - in fact, I did so well my dad complimented me on my work... in my presence!  :D Usually, when I do something praise-worthy, I learn fro  mom or someone else dad has been talking about it.
- GUESS WHO'S GONNA HAVE HER NEW COMPUTER THIS EVENING, BITCHES. <3

_{(Reposted from flashikins )}

PLEASE READ:
As you all may have already heard, there's currently an extremely serious crisis due to the results of the recent presidential election in Iran. A poll tally widely suspected to be fraudulent is keeping controversial, tyrannical incumbent Mahmoud Ahmadinejad--who you might remember as the man responsible for continuing Iran's nuclear program and denying the existence of the Holocaust--in power. Thousands upon thousands of people are taking to the streets in protest and being violently, often fatally repressed.

This has become something far greater than whether opponent Mousavi takes power or not; this is about a government that lies to its people, beats and shoots them in broad daylight, censors what they have to say, and takes every measure possible to prevent the rest of the world from finding out about it.

However, there's also currently a massive internet uprising in support of Free Iran. I know that in the long run, it might not make much of a difference at all, but the people of Iran at least deserve to have this information see daylight.

http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/06/irans_disputed_election.html

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/8103577.stm

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/15/opinion/15iht-edcohen.html?_r=3

http://one-hoopy-frood.livejournal.com/10812.html (The contents of this entry also contain the html code to quickly and easily repost it, if you're interested.)

If you're on Twitter, you can follow this guide for tracking and/or retweeting information under the #iranelection hashtag and turn your avatar green in support. If you're not, you can share these links and whatever other articles you can find, or, if nothing else, just read them and be informed.
Maybe it won't be much help; we're the lucky ones, so distanced from this, sitting and reading about it in front of our computer screens. But it's still our responsibility to show our support, and with Iran's government continually trying to silence its people, knowing really is half the battle in this case. At the very least, it feels a bit more proactive than just watching CNN and feeling "bad" about the situation. We're living in the information age, so let's spread some information.

Thanks for reading. ♥

1. Anyone who looks at this entry has to post this meme and their current wallpaper.
2. Explain in five sentences why you're using that wallpaper! what kind of atrocity you're showing in here!
3. Don't change your wallpaper before doing this! The point is to see what you had on!



- It's pretty
- Even tough her fingers are too short
- And she looks a bit like Avril Lavigne
- And I have never actually read Agents of Atlas and have no idea who this character is
- Still. It's pretty.

Oh for fuck's sake, Gaia

You have never been my favourite place on the internet, but now you're below the motherfucking o2.

For a second there it felt like I've overcome my newest art block.
The palette comes from Colour Lovers.

TO DO LIST

- Draw Booster and Beetle for poisonivory , seriously, what the hell? You don't offer people who you kinda/sorta fangirl art and then leave them hanging for a month!!!
- Draw an SH kink meme request for a Very Anonymous Anon
- Draw something for the APH kink meme, seriously, I can't just request things and not give anything back! (besides, I HAVE TO draw Pale Ale Man. HAVE TO. A very good opportunity to use this trick, altough I don't know if GIMP is capable of doing it)
- Draw Feliciano getting beamed up by Tony
- Draw girly makeouts for a friend
- Draw Shawn in a dress because seriously, for how long have I been achin' to do it?
- START PRACTIING PERSPECTIE YOU LAZY BITCH

My mom said she wants me to get my driver's license. Oh God, mom, it's not a good idea. I will be a threat on the road, I just know it.

If everything goes well, I might have a new computer very soon! 
You will propably be seeing me less, because come on, THE SIMS 3.

I know I said I wouldn't post until I had some doodles, but if I don't whine to somebody I may just choke a bitch. I'll turn comments off, so don't worry, you might as well skip it.

My mom decided to renovate my grandma's kitchen before she came back form her vacation. Cute idea, sure, eerything is dandy - except that my parents flew to USA this tuesday, leaving the renovation as-is, with workers free to do as they please. I didn't think about supervising them - fuck, I wouldn't know how to - and my poor aunt is utterly hopeless in that aspect. So my grandma comes back in three hours and she has no faucets.
Not to mention that my mom bought several cupboards in IKEA. Oh, wait, she doesn't have the time... NOT A PROBLEM! Zuzka can do it! Because she totally knows how to. These are not too heavy for her. And if she dared bitch about it we would yell at her that she is being childish, hopeless, useless, whiny and on and on, so she won't complain.
Nobody helped me with those, except for my aunt who helped me carry the heaviest shelves after she saw me nearly fall down when I was trying to do it alone. My uncle, of course, was nowhere to be seen and I didn't think of calling my sister for help. And now I'm pretty sure I messed something up while putting those cupboards together, and I can't turn the last one over because it's heavy and its legs are unsteady, and I fucked something up with the drawers, but I can't help it for now because I would have to turn that fucking cupboard over to do it, and after I'm finally done with this shit I'll just have to figure out just how the fuck did my mom want them to be arranged, and then put everything that used to be in old cupboards into the new ones.

Why can't I be like 90% other teenagers?! I would be having a prohibited party right now instead of worryig about it.

I swear, if I hear a word about my work being shoddy or anything, the next time my parents leave me home alone I WILL bring my friends to empty the liquor cabinet.