While thinking out a way to get to a meeting 200 meters away when just getting off the couch is a pain in the ass, I did something I should have done ages and ages and ages ago: I fixed the beginning of Pacta [link]

I got truly excellent crit on it the first time I posted the very first version, but in my head that beginning was like the first words in a rhyme that I was afraid of forgetting. I think I have some grasp of the story now, though (or it's just run so far away on me that it doesn't matter), and I don't need those struts.

To the person who Said So (though I know you won't see this): thank you, and I'm sorry if you felt I ignored your solid advice.

So yeah, new drawies. I hopehopehope this sticks, because while I'm not one of those "must draw every day or bites someone's head off" people, it does warp me a little in the long run not being able to.

Naked ladybits, Farfarello's dreams come true and more naked lady (troll) bits. Yep.

Also, been to music festival, so everyone's gonna have mohawks and stuff for a while. <3

Oh hai sleep nao?

I'm still alive, still useless when it comes to drawing, still lurking around here. Just got tired of having a journal from all the way back in March.

I'm working a café with my mom over summer, and between that and other Stuff I'm mostly busy. It's a nice kind of busy, though. And really, what job is more gratifying than serving icecream to cute kids and cake to sweet old grannies?

I'll try to be a little better about commenting, at least, but I make no promises. Not sure I'd keep them, see; words fail me.

See y'all around.

Haven't drawn in ages now. Dunno why. I am writing, but it's nothing to show anyone.

Have a fantastic headcold that coincided with my first really-really free weekend in ages (you know, when you don't have a heap of schoolwork you ought to be doing but aren't). It's a good thing; I've gotten all the papers from my old programme sorted into files, and I've made cupcakes. And I haven't dashed all across town doing things fun but not conducive to chilling. Which I need.

Due to a bad case of Lookitmystuff! and nothing to show, I've uploaded a cupcake recipe and a CD cover I made. Business as usual.

I was going to go to bed but ended up watching American History X even though I told myself I wouldn't.

- 1,000 words is a lot more than one might think. Especially when you can't just wing it, and have to leave references. Ach.

- My hair could be used as a nesting place for small birds, but it would probably eat them.

- Here's what I do instead of sleeping, these days (or, part of it. Hopefully one of the less sucky parts):

Jennaz’ spiky strands whipped about her face, framing her wide grin until it was the only visible part of her face. She kept complaining she needed a haircut. Blood-on-Stone supposed that she would get rid of the tooth, as well. It wasn’t a human thing; she had known that even when she first tied it in, but she couldn’t let the girl wander about with a kill that would not protect her. Not when she needed it so badly.

Jennaz would frown to hear it, but Blood-on-Stone thought that the tooth had done a good job, so far. She almost wished she had earned it herself.