mooncalled-whiterose

Yeah, I'm moving accounts. I don't like this one's username and I want a fresh start, among other reasons. My sale is still in effect, but if you want to order one, Note me on my new account.

Peace out.

I know, I know, I've been strangely absent for a long time. College is hard and I've been too busy to have time to keep up with dA. I'm really really sorry.
I have a bit of a problem right now, though. I find myself in need of about thirty dollars, very very urgently. I hate to beg from you guys, especially because I haven't been around for a long time, but I'm running out of options.

I'm doing a commission sale. Ten dollars for a traditional OR digital piece. So really, all I need is three commissions. If you can't buy one, then I'd super-appreciate it if you gave me a mention in a journal.

Thanks.

I have about an hour left until 2011 begins, and I find myself in the mood for reflection and introspection. I have little else to do - my only plan for the New Year was to watch the Air Farce special, and that ended hours ago. As I sit here, alone, in this rather uncomfortable chair, with a cramp beginning to lurk in my right arm, I realize I suddenly sound rather pretencions. Ah well. Deal with it.

2010, you were quite the eventful year, weren't you? Looking back, I can clearly see many important events that marked not only my life, but the lives of my friends, my province, and the world.

Perhaps the most globally important event were the Winter Olympics. My province was the one that decided we wanted to hold it this time around, which I claimed  from the start was a poor idea and was summarily proven correct. It's easy for me to rant about the Olympics - for starters, why are the Winter Olympics being held in a province that prides itself for getting very little in the way of snow. As January rolled around and so did the Olympics, we came to the collective, provincial realization that... we weren't going to have enough snow. Granted, by this point we'd already spent and gone over our funding limit, so guess where the money to get more snow came from? The education budget! Specifically, the art classes. At the time I was a student in a public school who spent a great deal of time in art class... you can understand my bitter anger. From what I've heard, my old high school is still recovering from the blow.
Still, the Olympics weren't all bad. Watching them instilled a great measure of Canadian pride in my heart. We beat those uppity Americans at our sport, and we won the most gold medals any country has ever won in one Olympics since the Olympics in Nazi Germany. I'm not sure what this implies about my country, and I don't want to think about it. I'm still proud of the Opening Ceremony - my mum's best friend's daughter was actually one of the dancers. I have four degrees of separation from anyone who was at the Olympics!

The months in between January and July were marked with small events. I got into Repo! The Genetic Opera, which is still my all-time favourite movie. I got in a disagreement with my favourite artist and now I'm on her ignore list. I discovered several fun and interesting role-play systems, like World of Darkness and Dark Heresy. So very dark and edgy. My allergies faired up and still haven't gone away.
Then, in July, I graduated High School. While my peers faced this with glee and excitement, I was filled with angst, dread, and paralysing fear of the unknown. As I struggled with getting into university, I really over-dramatized it for myself. But, in the end, it went well. The day of my graduation was, if not an eventful one, at least something I'm moderately proud of.

I spent the following summer trying and failing to get a job and struggling with my high schools and my future university's bureaucracy to get me the documents I needed to send from one to the other so that I might be let in. I took a break from it all and went on a cruise to Alaska for two weeks, which was a lot of fun. I hope to go back there some day. The largest downside of summer was that I barely saw any of my friends, and despite the fact that we're getting together more often, I still worry we're going to drift apart.

As the new semester rolled around, I finally got everything sorted out and was enrolled in the art program. I enjoyed my classes a lot, and made a lot of new friends. I figured out (somewhat) the local bus system and can now get from one point to another with only a little worrying, and managed to do well in all my classes despite my laziness. I got Bs in all but one of my classes, Art History, where I got a B+. Before then, I was a painfully average student with mostly C+s and a few Bs and As, so this is the best average I've ever gotten in one semester. I'm very proud of myself. However, my laptop finally gave up the ghost, and is currently a piece of dead plastic with a very fancy screen in the corner of my living room. I miss it, and I imagine Mum does to. I've been hogging her computer since it died.
I joined the university's gaming club about halfway through the semester, and honestly, I should have joined way sooner. When I had first heard of it, I had expected a bunch of fat boy-men playing Halo in a dark room, but when a friend invited me to come play DnD with her friends there, I was surprised by the general awesomeness by the people there. I've been making a lot of new friends, and I'm looking forward to when the next semester begins so I can see them all again. They got me back into Magic: The Gathering, and I've got some new decks that aren't too bad, I can't wait to try them out in person.

Yeah, 2010, you were good to me. You didn't let me have it easy, but you gave me a lot of awesome things. I'll look back fondly of you, but at the same time, I'm excited for 2011.

2011, you're now five minutes away. Be nice to me. Hopefully I'll get a job, and be able to go back to college next September. But for now, I'm happy to enjoy your first few months as they happen.

Thank you, if you're still reading this. Happy New Year to you and yours, and may the year treat you well.
Live long and prosper.

Let your life be your dream
Integrity, honesty
It's too late for me
Don't look 'til your free to chase the morning
Yield for nothing
Chase the morning
Yield for nothing.

This journal skin is nifty and I really like it but it has a lot of weird footers and headers and stuff and I don't know how to use it. But look, it's space invaders, motherfracker. Yeeeaaaah. Woosh. Shut up firefox woosh is a word.
Edit: Okay, frack this, it's impossible to read. I'm using the Vulpix skin. Yay Vulpix!

Anyway, I'm super tired, guys. I stayed up until two AM last night drawing. My dog woke me up at nine AM and wouldn't stop poking his nose in my face until I got out of bed so I didn't get nearly enough sleep. But I got that second panel done. >=3 Line art for the third panel is done, too. Not looking forward to drawing the fourth one again but I will get it done, I swear to you.

Also my socks are really awesome but they have no grip. When I was in the kitchen getting my milk I slipped on the linolium and nearly killed myself. That's right, I nearly died for this milk. And it was not at all satisfying. Dammit, milk.

I've been playing Dragon Age lately, and it seems to have consumed me. My brother borrowed it from a friend, and I was getting tired of dealing with the NCR's whining in New Vegas so I took a break to try Dragon Age. Just for a bit. I made a human fighter named Sagis. So he's nobility! He's homosexual but he doesn't really understand it because his parents kept trying to marry him off to some lord's daughter since he hit puberty. He falls in love with Alistar, but since he doesn't understand what he's feeling he ends up being really awkward and Alistar ends up hating him. Then Sagis meets Zevran, and Sagis falls in lust with him. But he doesn't know that, he thinks he's in love. But Zevran doesn't love Sagis, so Sagis tries to make Zevran love him. It doesn't work, and one day while at Redcliffe, Sagis overhears Zevran flirting with Leliana. Poor Sagis' heart is broken. He vows never to love again, but... he still loves Alistar.
Guys, why didn't Bioware make Alistar gay? =c

Yes I am aware this journal pretty much devolved into a shipfic. Live with it.