So I totally went home and did all my essays and stories and art in a few glorious hours, feeling the greatest sense of accomplishment I had felt in weeks over getting my work done early and competently...

...and then I woke up and realized that I had, in fact, been passed out on my bed for all those hours. And now there are only thirty minutes left until I have to head back to school.

DAMMIT

at least I got sleep

WHOOO mostly done with projects for a little bit. Blundered my way through interviewing people! Will probably get slammed hard in both workshops for my short story and screenplay, but I am fully expecting it since I wrote the entirety of both during all-nighters. I know I do not write my best at four in the morning! I am just hoping that the class does not go silent when asked for positives during the workshops, because that is a terrible, terrible experience.

Anyway, using the breather before finals to make icons and draw for some of the new counselors in CFUD. :3 I need to intro impotentate too, but I am relaxing a bit first.

( pages o'doodles. icon material for our new Perscitia and Lien! )

A frustration: writing a story that's set in my home country, from the point of view of a character who would naturally have very different experiences from my own. It's not the same as roleplaying, not as easy--this is a real place and theoretically with people who could be read as real. Which is not to say that the same thing doesn't happen in RP, but sklfjgh. There is a fine distinction there, I'm just not really sure how to word it right now.

I love where I came from and I want to tell a kind of truth about it, but I don't want it to be incomprehensible to anyone who hasn't been to the Philippines. It's hard to do this through so many filters: persona, memory, plot and story. I've been writing bits and pieces of it at intervals (the dusty heat, the bright jeepneys, expressions and the nonsensical songs and swearwords I can remember), and tonight I need to pull it all together.

...I'm afraid of fucking it up, I guess. I haven't had much original stuff workshopped, and I usually enjoy the process, but this is a bit more personal than what I usually submit.

Oh well. Here goes.

WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF

I have my favorite class on Mondays, and it starts at 4:30! Today I figured, hey, I'd get there early--it takes 20-30 minutes from my house to school. I was at the stop at 3:40; the schedule said there'd be buses at 3:41, 3:54, and 4:05, and it's pretty on-the-mark during weekdays. OBVIOUSLY NOTHING COULD GO WRONG--

--except of course life replied with a big ol' HA HA SCREW YOU, FOOLISH ONE. None of the scheduled buses arrived! Neither did the 4:21, at which point I gave up and just trudged my ass right back home.

WHAT IS GOING ON, PUBLIC TRANSIT SYSTEM!? I AM DISAPPOINT.

So at this time of night, it apparently saves me an entire hour just to walk home from the bus stop rather than waiting for the bus.

Fffff. I did freak out a little, because I have had twenty years of 'lone female + walking home alone + late at night = possibility of bad things' beaten into me. But there is a certain point at which I stop really caring and start believing myself capable of stabbing a would-be attacker in the eye with my pencil.

Since I can't write like a normal person, I went for self-bribery and wrote one quick fic for every page of assignment I did tonight. A short key moment for every character I currently roleplay in CFUD; I would have done CM and drops too, but eight pages of play is the minimum, thank god.

Albert Silverberg, Seth Nightlord, Honlon, Mithos, Nyanko-sensei, Ashton Anchors, Presea Combatir, and Iskierka. Lots of headcanon here, and large spoilers. Maybe 2000 words total.

( doo dee doo. )

RE: Bleach 377

I have officially decided that Kubo Tite just plain hates the womenfolk. Wow.

Third week of class, giving myself a week's leeway for assignments, and I am still going to bed at 4:30 AM with work left undone.

Augh.

EDIT: make that 5:30, and I need to get up at 7:00, so I'm starting to consider just skipping sleep altogether ololol.

Also, one class assignment should not require a) almost a hundred sheets of paper, even if I print on the backs, b) an entire (new) cartridge of ink and then some, and c) an hour to print out fully. Ugh. There should be a smarter way to do this--turning them in online or something--that does not require everyone to feel like they killed an entire rainforest to do their homework.

...I just got woken up by a sound like someone was trying to force open my door. You know that noise when a locked knob is twisted? Yeah, exactly like that.

Except my door doesn't have a lock! And also it was precisely one minute before my alarm clock would have woken me, anyway.

W-what the hell. Whether that was a ghost or my own subconscious being funny or whatever, I would have appreciated the extra minute of sleep more. :(

I have a short fiction story due in about a week, and last night I am pretty sure I woke up and jotted down some notes for it in a Word document.

Today I opened that document and found that there were in fact, no notes, and all I had typed, in bold glaring red font, was 'MIMI THE YANDERE.'

I have no idea what that means. Am so boned.

( EDIT: OH RIGHT ART )

THAT ICON MEME.

THE RULES
01; Comment to this entry saying 'ICONS!' and I will pick 6 of your icons.
02; Make an entry in your own journal and talk about the icons I picked!

( hoooo! )

THINGS OF NOTE ABOUT OUT-OF-DORM LIFE:

1. There are hummingbirds here! So cute. There's also a flock of little brown birds--maybe sparrows?--that like to fly up to roost just above my window. When they fly up, the sun backlights through their wings and tails and it generally looks amazing. I should see if I can catch a photo one morning.

2. My schedule is retarded. I just dropped a class and turned my Monday into 'class, eat, go home, cook, eat, go back to university, class, go home, eat.'

3. YOU OFFICIALLY DO NOT WANT ME IN YOUR KITCHEN, GUYS. I can cook and follow instructions but I do awful things in the preparing of food. Like just now. I am very glad my landlady and housemate are out, and did not have to watch me go up against a slab of meat.

I won, though.

4. ART AND FIC SHOULD PROBABLY GO HERE BUT I'M HUNGRY, MAYBE LATER. I did draw harukami and mackzazzle a sheet for their epic CFUW game, though. Everything else is either sketchy, or pixels for DC. God, that folder's huge now.

5. Overall I am liking this arrangement much, much more than dorms. There are no drunks! I CAN SLEEP AT NIGHT and I am generally more inclined to do useful stuff and not be a floptard on weekdays. Yaaaaay.

1. I AM MOVING BACK TO VICTORIA TOMORROW, THIS IS EXCITING

2. APPARENTLY PACKING SUCKS MORE WHEN YOU ARE DOING IT FOR NON-DORM HOUSING. I DO NOT CARE.

3. PLAYING DRAGONS ON THE INTERNET IS MY THING AND I WILL NEVER REGRET IT

( ARTDUMP RELATED TO #3 -- ISKIERKA'S ICON FODDER )

1. I have a place to live for the schoolyear and a tiny rice cooker. EXCELLENT. I'm all set.

2. SIGNS/SYMPTOMS OF A FRACTURE: Crepitus - a grating sensation or sound that can often be felt or heard when the broken ends of bone rub together (don't test for this.)

OH GOD WHY DID I LAUGH

I am poppin' over to Victoria again tomorrow to look at places! I have made more phone calls and talked to more total strangers than I have at, I don't know, any other time this year. There are only so many ways to go 'hello, I am a student who will not trash your place; may I live there?' BAWWWW HOUSEHUNTING IS DRIVING ME NUTS.

I have a room at this one nice quiet place pretty much guaranteed for a few more days, but I had to be dumb and stubborn and try to find somewhere a) closer to university and b) where I can be mostly alone to blush over my domesticfail. We'll see.

...orz.

This week has been equal parts fulfilling and frustrating! I came out the other side still wanting to work with kids, though, so I guess it is very much counted under Good Experiences.

( but really, this entry is to post some art. )

I had a long whiny post written up, but my last few entries have been kind of depressing and I realized I only have to live through another month and half before school starts again. Plus there is first aid in August, and also househunting and memorizing roads to improve my godawful sense of direction and also the long quest to learn to talk to strangers without tripping over my own tongue, so I do not need to feel like a completely useless human being yet.

...plus if I think about it, I don't actually have a huge amount of crap to be righteously angry and fuming about, and being angry and fuming all the time makes me into a very unpleasant person. I don't want to be that person! So it is time to think positive, etc. etc.

( while I work on that, here is some art! IMAGE HEAVY AS USUAL. )

Now I am going to go clean some more.

--ALSO tinaeu IF THERE IS A GOOD TIME TO CALL YOU PLEASE TELL ME. I keep wanting to, but I never know when you are at work or sleeping or something. :|a

I just got a call telling me I can't start working next week, because my record check hasn't come back yet.

There is probably a way to sum this week up other than 'arrrrgh,' but I can't think of it right now.