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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 10:40 pm
Squeee!!! I just found out that my dad's novel has just been published!! I'm gonna be completely shameless and plug it here:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0977308243/sr=8-1/qid=1156397833/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-1347407-5772743?ie=UTF8
YAY!
whee
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 10:40 pm
Krissim Klaw UglyCoyoteNG camera..down the nose!:nudges Kriss twords the art thread: ninja O>o do they put you under for that? I had them do the camera thing down the throat and into the stomach when I started having acid reflux. Thankfully, they put me under with some drugs through the I.V. and I went completely out, unlike my poor father. He had it done for something a couple months later and the meds didn't knock him out and he was gagging and awake half the time. It takes a lot to drug him. Thankfully they didn't find anything wrong with either of us if anyone is curious. It was strange though. It was my first time ever going out that deep under medication. I swear, I saw the spirt of my dead mantis. I was so happy, that when they brought me out I was crying from the joy. It was funny though because I was crying for a freaken hour while in the recovery room but was too loopy to tell anyone why and they kept trying to comfort me and stuff. rofl The humor went on because I'm one of those people who can't stand being weak or getting help. I had to use the bathroom, and they wanted to push me in a wheel chair but I refused and hobbled over there with my father and the nurse nervously following. I can only imagine how funny that must have been to watch. At least they got me to sit in the wheel chair for the ride all the way down to the car. XD The worst part of the whole thing ended up being the damn medication they made me take before hand to protect against infection because of my heart issue. It's the same stupid stuff they make me take when I get a cleaning, and it always gives me a stomach ache. Thus when I got home I was screaming for food because in my drugged up state I thought I was hungry. I was so out of it though I would eat a bite of the peach I was given and then almost fall asleep, and wake up half choking, take another bite, and repeat process. Me and drugs don't mix. rofl That reminds me of the time I got my tonsils removed. I tried to get up and go to the bathroom after my surgery, but I was a bit too wobbily (I had some trouble waking up and I needed oxygen after I actualy did wak up) so they weeled me to the bathroom. After I refused help getting to the toilet, I made it in just fine. The nurse was amazed because I even remebered to wash my hands. xd
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 10:46 pm
Nekoyaki ... why does that make me giggle?... The only other time I ever had tubes in me was when I had menangitus when I was 18 months old. I don't remember it, but it seems to be the cause of my deep-rooted fear of needles, doctors, and anyone in a white coat. O.o I had a similar fear of needles, doctors, and labcoats when I was little, because when I was around the same age I had an alergic reaction to penicilin (well they still aren't positive if it was that, or the booster shot I got around the same time). I don't remember it, but apparently it was bad. I turned a purplish color, and the doctors were afraid I and an infectious disease, and I was quarintined. Thus they were taking blood every hour and stuff. It didn't look like I was going to make it, but I did. My mom says it was then she discovered I would drink out of a cup with a straw. I think I've outgrown my fears though, because I no problem getting shots. I also have a huge labcoat/doctor instrument/needle fetish. .___.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 11:43 pm
Manda_Tifa Squeee!!! I just found out that my dad's novel has just been published!! I'm gonna be completely shameless and plug it here: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0977308243/sr=8-1/qid=1156397833/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-1347407-5772743?ie=UTF8 YAY! whee Congrats! And you're even mentioned on the page! razz
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 11:48 pm
Eddily Manda_Tifa Squeee!!! I just found out that my dad's novel has just been published!! I'm gonna be completely shameless and plug it here: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0977308243/sr=8-1/qid=1156397833/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-1347407-5772743?ie=UTF8 YAY! whee Congrats! And you're even mentioned on the page! razz eek I am? *goes back to look* I am! 4laugh And my brother! heart
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 12:21 am
Manda_Tifa Eddily Manda_Tifa Squeee!!! I just found out that my dad's novel has just been published!! I'm gonna be completely shameless and plug it here: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0977308243/sr=8-1/qid=1156397833/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-1347407-5772743?ie=UTF8 YAY! whee Congrats! And you're even mentioned on the page! razz eek I am? *goes back to look* I am! 4laugh And my brother! heart Congrads to your father! ^_^
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 1:31 am
Crenn Diana Vulpes What the ******** is wrong with them? Parents should never call their children failures. They are suppose to support you no matter what. stressed Apparently you haven't met many parents. Mine do the same thing when I don't dance to their tune.
Or mine. I get called a failure by the 'rents quite often actually, and another 50+ names because I'm not what they would've wanted for a perfect child.
...then again, their expectations crashed prematurely when they expected a boy.
Anyways Nanaki if homeschooling appeals to you, push for it. The only homeschooling failures I know are the ones who didn't bother to do anything in the first place. My local highschool? School-wide grades average is around 40-50%. That's below the minimum requirement for passing. Public studies doesn't equal passing or quality teaching.
(sorry if I fetched an older post, I felt compelled to add on to this.)
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...anyways, I'm having another downer. I just can't seem to hold to that ever-annoyingly-happy self I used to be. Feeling...weaker, and slow, and a bit useless, as it's been over 8 months now that I can't seem to keep my drawing skills up. I've tried again this week, and the result was so bad I ATE the paper so people couldn't take it out of the trash and see it. sweatdrop
Probably seems like I'm making a big fuss out of it for nothing for a good few people around, as even like this I'm likely still "a good artist" in comparison... but I'm a perfectionnist. A jealous, competitive, ego-ridden perfectionnist, whom's only purpose to anything in life has always been drawing, and for the first time in 18 years, I've been unable to draw at full potential for more than half a year.
Then I see younger people around who do so much better than me even though I've consecrated so much of my existance to it. Seeing what other people manage to do usualy motivates me to get better by getting me jealous, so I kick myself up the butt and force myself to get better at it, but now it's just driving me insane! Nothing works right anymore...
Drawing was the only thing I could ever do right. Now I'm just useless. I can barely take care of home, I can't keep a job long enough to warrant saying I had it, I can barely cook, hell I can't even take care of myself properly anymore. I eat when my stomach hurts and I sleep when I collapse. There's a few mornings I didn't even bother getting up from the couch, even though I wasn't always sleeping, until someone would get me off by kicking me in the sides or something. xX; Ome and Caitie are probably worried too because I haven't been able to stay up like I used to., and I keep breaking down and falling asleep halfway through the night, though tonight I took a short catnap beforehand, in an attempt to stay up longer.
I'm just a complete wreck, and I keep defaulting to videogames as an escape to try and cheer myself up, try to have some fun to compromise and make myself happy, for however short that lasts, but videogames can only do so much. I still know I'm stuck here, and that I can't budge neither transition-wise nor on getting together with Ome and Caitie. The only option I have is getting a job, but nobody in town is hiring, and even if they did, it took a miracle at a place I was member of for 15 years to get a job back when I was decentkly happy. It can only be harder now withmy state of affairs. u_u
I don't know what to do anymore. I wish I could just say "******** it." and hit the reset button, but this is real. There's no reset button. I only have one life, and I'm already close to having spent 20 years of it stuck in a body that I seriously want to carve up with a knife, adn I've lost the only thing I had going for me. All I have left is Ome and Caitie, and the fcking US/Canada border laws are preventing me from reaching them.
The worst of it all is that I can see I have a problem. I want to try, and maybe, hopefully get things to change, but my morale's gotten to the point I don't even care anymore. I just want out. U-U
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 7:09 am
Any of you guys read Ensign Flandry, by Poul Anderson? I recommend it as a nice story of "what happens if humans and 'furs' meet". It's not a wonderful story, and involves a lot of pointless cheating on the part of the title character, but... the Tigeries are interesting.
I'm thinking lately that my story for Omnivore is just a subconscious ripoff of Ensign Flandry, minus the Merseians (who were the Soviet analogue in this novel about proxy-war in faraway lands).
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 7:12 am
That sucks Doomie ;_; So many bad things happen, I hope things get better crying And to the home school thing, I cant do anything about it unless I have parent permission, and you can tell that I dont sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 9:04 am
DoomNeko ...anyways, I'm having another downer. I just can't seem to hold to that ever-annoyingly-happy self I used to be. Feeling...weaker, and slow, and a bit useless, as it's been over 8 months now that I can't seem to keep my drawing skills up. I've tried again this week, and the result was so bad I ATE the paper so people couldn't take it out of the trash and see it. sweatdrop Probably seems like I'm making a big fuss out of it for nothing for a good few people around, as even like this I'm likely still "a good artist" in comparison... but I'm a perfectionnist. A jealous, competitive, ego-ridden perfectionnist, whom's only purpose to anything in life has always been drawing, and for the first time in 18 years, I've been unable to draw at full potential for more than half a year. Then I see younger people around who do so much better than me even though I've consecrated so much of my existance to it. Seeing what other people manage to do usualy motivates me to get better by getting me jealous, so I kick myself up the butt and force myself to get better at it, but now it's just driving me insane! Nothing works right anymore... Drawing was the only thing I could ever do right. Now I'm just useless. I can barely take care of home, I can't keep a job long enough to warrant saying I had it, I can barely cook, hell I can't even take care of myself properly anymore. I eat when my stomach hurts and I sleep when I collapse. There's a few mornings I didn't even bother getting up from the couch, even though I wasn't always sleeping, until someone would get me off by kicking me in the sides or something. xX; Ome and Caitie are probably worried too because I haven't been able to stay up like I used to., and I keep breaking down and falling asleep halfway through the night, though tonight I took a short catnap beforehand, in an attempt to stay up longer. I'm just a complete wreck, and I keep defaulting to videogames as an escape to try and cheer myself up, try to have some fun to compromise and make myself happy, for however short that lasts, but videogames can only do so much. I still know I'm stuck here, and that I can't budge neither transition-wise nor on getting together with Ome and Caitie. The only option I have is getting a job, but nobody in town is hiring, and even if they did, it took a miracle at a place I was member of for 15 years to get a job back when I was decentkly happy. It can only be harder now withmy state of affairs. u_u I don't know what to do anymore. I wish I could just say "******** it." and hit the reset button, but this is real. There's no reset button. I only have one life, and I'm already close to having spent 20 years of it stuck in a body that I seriously want to carve up with a knife, adn I've lost the only thing I had going for me. All I have left is Ome and Caitie, and the fcking US/Canada border laws are preventing me from reaching them. The worst of it all is that I can see I have a problem. I want to try, and maybe, hopefully get things to change, but my morale's gotten to the point I don't even care anymore. I just want out. U-U Holy s**t, that sounds so much like me it's scary. My art's quality is dropping (I can't even do backgrounds anymore..), my life has become sleep, wake up, videogames, work, internet, sleep.. the only difference is, in a week I'm packing up to march off to college, which is a whole new ball of stress. *sigh* I know my roomie, but that's probably not good, since I know her to be a druggie and... quite promiscuous. Add into that my social anxiety disorder, a new environment where I'm going to be living for the next four years, an entire bunch of new people I'm going ot have to tolerate nearly every day.. yesterday I stressed myself sick. -_- I'm sick of life being like this. I hate not having a purpose, and I hate being addicted to the internet, and ... ugh. Doomie, I feel your pain. *hugs* heart ..and yes, I've gone through the whole "eat the paper" thing. It's actually full of fiber, even if it is riddled with bleaches.. hahahaha.. sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 10:38 am
Nothing to report, other than the fact that my US History teacher wasted the entire period talking about her life experiences, and not teaching us about the KKK, which we were SUPPOSED to be watching a movie over. Pissed me off to no end. I also discovered that I want to kill the majority of white supremicists. Will be back later. >>
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 10:50 am
I'm not sure to laugh, be scared, or feel bad. that sounds like things i'll do. I'm pretty loopy after drugs :} I've been put under from my hospital trips in san diago. I'm sorry Doomie! sad I know how that feels. Feeling like a failiure sucks i know. Lack of modivation is just horrable, and ya feel like your in a rut. So I sugest you do something to get your spirit up! Find the little crafts for kids, and do them. They are easy, and fun, and you can be proud of them of course. Its just a way to build up, make yourself happy. Eating; i suggest getting somone to remind you, or setting an alarm, and eating something small every 30 min. if your feeling exhausted, walk more, get out in the sun, I know i know, no one wants to excerise. But you can go for a quick walk, and the more you walk, the more you work. Its easy to do, and the more excersize you get, the less tired you'll be. Also, taking vitamines, you get the vitamines your body needs of course. Setting an alarm to do these things, or getting somone to remind you, or writing notes to get you to do it, gets you to do it. If you're really wanting to fix it, you'll try. As for me.. I went to bed last night, and then had to go home (im still at grams.) to find that Hannah, my exbestfriend, was outside my house. She had let my cats out of the house, the snake,the lizard,and the rats loose. :} I kicked that c**t faced bitches a**. We faught, i got my pencils back becuase she had them with her, and i handed that 'im more ruthless then you think' a** to her dad. I was in the hospital shortly after returning my animals to theyre cages. I now have stitches, my art supplies, the key she had to our house, and the pride of making that little c**t cry. You know its funny, she apparently thinks she knows kung fu just because shes asain. Yeah. Well. I kicked that little son of a bitches a**. I couldn't be happier. I know she won't come around again. Thats risking getting her a** handed to her again, and shes going to have to go to see her friends soon, and explain exactly why she got her a** kicked. ;} And because she happened to boast how she stole my crap and stuff, and how she was planning to go do this, im sure, they're all going to know. MAN I FEEL GOOD. ...anyway, now time to go give the ferret medacine. =___+
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 11:20 am
Ah, justice has been served, glad to hear. 3nodding
Yeah, that b***h got served with a side a fries, you better recognize.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 12:50 pm
Diana Vulpes Ah, justice has been served, glad to hear. 3nodding
Yeah, that b***h got served with a side a fries, you better recognize. XD oh god. no.just no. and yes, other then the stitches, everythings fine. .:.rubs arm.:. sad it feels funny.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 12:54 pm
UglyCoyoteNG Diana Vulpes Ah, justice has been served, glad to hear. 3nodding
Yeah, that b***h got served with a side a fries, you better recognize. XD oh god. no.just no. and yes, other then the stitches, everythings fine. .:.rubs arm.:. sad it feels funny.
Is sore?
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