What seems to be the problem?
All the ones you tell your troubles to
They don't really care for you

Come and tell me what you're thinking
Cause just when the boat is sinking
A little light is blinking
And I will come and rescue you

Lots of girls walk around in tears
But that's not for you
You've been looking all around for years
For someone to tell your troubles to

Come and sit with me and talk a while
Let me see your pretty little smile
Put your troubles in a little pile
And I will sort em' out for you

Lots of girls walk around in tears
But that's not for you
You've been looking all around for years
For someone to tell your troubles to

Come and sit with me and talk a while
Let me see your pretty little smile
Put your troubles in a little pile
And I will sort em' out for you

Erf, there are so many songs that i have written in these past few weeks that I may need to record eventually. It's definitely not top on my list but damn is it
starting to creep up on me how finished these things are. Definitely an oddity in my realm since i don't finish many things and feel so proud. Ah well, I guess
that's part of being a musician.

Also, breaking habits is hard but I'm tryin to get over my cycle of.. well.. drawing cycles. I absolutely despise this binge purge method where "art blocks" are
common place. This girls wants to get better whether i feel like it or not so I'm printing practice sheets that i can look at and use to try my hand at different
things like expression and anatomy. This will continue to hook and build my artistic muscle while giving me something i don't really have to "create", just
practice.

and gotten as geeky as i have about it..

If you haven't read this do it now. The contents will blow your mind.

read the whole thing, it starts out boring and gets VERY interesting .

http://www.gamesradar.com/f/portal-.....51112135583053

For me anyways.

On the days where nothing i draw seems to come out right, I color. Coloring isn't really creating new things, more so planning and such, which is alot easier
for my brain to comprehend on these days for some reason. But then On the days where i just want to pump out stuff, I ignore coloring and just create stuff.
This sounds so stupidly simple but at the same time it's something I've been trying to make work for ages.

Now it is. :D

WHOOO.

GAH.

EE.

AHHHH.

Damn. I left that house feeling dazed, confused and bloody happy. Needed it sooooooo bad. So, I went to a cub party on saturday, spent the night and had an awesome breakfast. Honestly, I can't say my weekend could have gone better except for the fact i was an IDIOT and wasted 40$ because my phone didn't go off and remind me that symphony X was on friday. FML.

Anyways, yeah, cub party. There were awesome people, tons of cuddles, padding, love, attention, and playtime. We basically watched movies, cuddled, food, cuddles, talked, snuggled, arted, huggled, and... well... SMUBBLES. So by the end of it, my mind was in full swing in terms of cubbyness and driving home was like driving one of those lil cars the carebears drove. XD

God-damn. Then i had a lazy Sunday to let my mind re-cooperate. Now I'm ready to smoke a bowl, fall asleep, and wake my ass up for school tomarrow. Night Ya'll, and much luffs.

Welp, I was originally gunna study graphic design and similar things, but it seems my college does stuff a little odd. So now that's out of my
general area of what i can study, I have decided (after shadowing a class and realizing how AWESOME it is) I'm going into game design and
animation. This will probably not be my future job, but hey, I can get an associates in it for free plus all the pre-reqs are basically art classes.

Win win situation. :D

Teacher is nice too, little skittish, but nice.

The Rules:
- You must post these rules.


THERE.

I DID IT.

ARE YOU HAPPY FA?!>>!%*#&@%#(!@!~@#@#

So I'm eight-teen, Two years away from being twenty and twelve years from being thirty (even less technically if you counts months). This is an interesting
thought since i don't feel like I'm old enough of even act like my "age" (this excludes babyfur stuff you silly nits). It is like a constant battle between trying to
act like im supposed to but not really ever making it. Which; co-incidentally, means I always feel younger or more naive then everyone around me. People just
seem to have everything more together then i do. So there really isn't a set age that one can compare my thoughts to, it is just simply "younger". This is
even a pattern from way back; I felt this way in elementary school too.

Personally, i think this feels stronger every time i step into a classroom or work environment. Which probably is brought on by how official everything and
everyone is. So here i stand, a geeky lil trans chick being intensely awkward and not doing everything right. See where this is going? This happens on stage
too where i just feel like an idiot.

I dunno, maybe it IS just me, but i can't ever shake the feeling that somewhere, I'm seen as the age im supposed to be. I guess it's just not here.

Okay, at some point in time, it was. I spent endless hours on messenger programs, forums, webcomics, and video games. I woke up, got on the computer for
all day, got off and snoozed. This is no longer true for me and my internet/computer time has been diminishing over the past few months and even more so
for the past couple of weeks. That means alot of people who used to talk to me on a regular basis haven't heard much from me. This will continue probably
for the rest of my time in college and while I'm studying art.

THIS MEANS MY REAL LIFE WORK IS MORE IMPORTANT THEN YOU. Well, okay, that's not true, but if i have an essay due and the thing that's blocking me
from completing it is talking to you? Then I'm gunna drop your convo in favor of the paper. It's nothing personal, I just need to get my life organized.

Sorry if some of you are upset or moving on, but that's the way it is currently. :/

Nikol groggily sits at her own computer, mumbling to herself as it is currently only 2:30pm. The first coffee of the day lays a smidgen off ten
O'clock almost as if it's happily waiting and smiling to be drunk. Last night was rewarding without killing any moods since the show went fairly
okay. Still have another show on monday but who cares? LoS are practiced enough that they could do it high. Speaking of which, her brain
seemed to be moving sluggishly. All that mary jane is probably doing something to intoxicate simple thoughts and increase the malady of
being spacey in the first place. Ah well, art is going to be attempted and hopefully another storyboard for ST will be made. Maybe after five
pages a website can be drafted and set up for the webcomic.

Going back to finish my paper then I'll head into Seattle to get some tickets for a friend of mine and hang out with the ever so awesome
 timeninja007

Toodles. ~Nikol' Junction

About robots. Cute robots. With personalities and such. There will be a story somewhere and I think
the plot may be a little pointless but that's okay cus it's a webcomic.

Anyways, yeah, thinkin about it. What do you guys think?

School is.

Awhile back I got, basically, a second chance at an education. Since i dropped out of school and such, it's comforting knowing
that I wont have to spend 3-5 years to attempt to get a legit high school diploma. This program will be giving me so much time
back from my own fuck ups. HOWEVER.

Since i have not been on a strict schedule it is kinda annoying to start abruptly going to bed at 11pm and getting up at 6:50am.
This has resulted in me being increadibly tired all the time. Which brings the question of "can i put my self on Coffee I.V. Drip"...

But in all honesty I need more naps or something.. how do you working class people do it?

Honestly, this is the truth. I love making music, art, whatever. When something awesome comes together
in the magical way that just happens. It's a situation that isn't forced but nurtured by the general nature of
how we roll. It's the times when I'm jamming with my friends that really counts.

As much of a loner as i like to think I am, I need people. They provide me with insight to the world that can't
ever be taken away. It's a perspective thing. You get used to thinking in a pattern and they can break that pattern.
But I like that. I embrace it because I enjoy being Open-minded, I adjust to the new situations. Which is why
close minded people infuriate me. They can't step out of their bubble for more then two seconds to see the world
around them is changing.

Bleh. I'll go back to arting.

 adilor ~<3

And i want to do art. It's like. GIANT ROADBLOCK.

>:C

It has come to my attention that i suck at drawing adorable critters with large ears.
I want  fenblack's final B-day picture to be at least somewhat good and right
now I'm iffy onnit. This means i need practice. So if you feel so inclined, it would be
awesome to be able to doodle someones fursona rather then stealing photo's off the
net.

So if you have a bunny fursona, post your ref sheet and I'll happily sketch it up.

::NOTE:: Just because you posted doesn't mean I'll draw you. I'm gunna practice
till i feel happy enough with how i draw adorable critters with large ears and then
proceed to work on the task at hand.

I fuck up a few times and it's VERY noticeable through the crappy audio. \

please keep in mind it was our first show together.

But oh wells.

We are Legion of Sparrows.

Heres the video and crappy audio.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBs5.....el_video_title

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfd4.....el_video_title

Honestly it is. Usually when you are a person who has a band, they are supposed to get excited and happy
about thier band getting shows and approval. But for me, it's frightening. It's an expectation, something that
you have to go forth and do. I have a Show in Seattle soon for a more popular venue. People will be there to
be entertained and i don't know if i will be able to preform. Do these people care about the music or do they
just want to mosh?

I honestly have always had the though that i would never be that cool kid. I don't have enough skill or knowledge
to be apart of what is ritual among those that have done better. But somehow I've weaseled into that social stigma
that is a norm. I have become someone that people may someday want to be. It's creepy.

I smoke cigarettes and marijuna, play in a band, sit in coffee shops and go on late night adventures with friends. We
have stories to tell and things to play at. We know the cops by name and they know us crazy kids. It's interesting
to toy with the imaginative perception that i am, without even trying to be, cool.

But of course people could call me a setbacked loser who's lucky they haven't been kicked out of thier parents house
for being a transgendered girl.

One's that have good prices and are reliable. I'm currently on a quest for
something like this http://www.grasscity.com/pre-cooler.....lack-leaf.html

Cus i only know of two and one is in the UK. :/

You know.. the kind that tears away the top part of skin?
Had it for a week now. Healing but it still hurts.

But whats worse? I have LOTS of sketch's and stuff i wanna do. BUT I CANT.

*growls at the evil scab*

My last day with this laptop.

Those who talk to me on messengers, prepare for significant downtime during weekends and certain hours during the day until i get a replacement.

Ciao.

It's just, when your high, im high. so if you bummed me weed I would then get 20$ for that shit and be like "HELL NO I NEVER OWE SHIT to NOBODY". slam it in his face and speed off.

Dont read this if your offen... Af fuck im late.

Except when someone pukes on your fucking Doc Martins... Pricks.

Anywho, aside from that, it was another successful bellfurs. Foxes foxed, Substance's were
ingested, and good times were had. Crashed there for the first time too. It was somewhere around
4am that i think i said "fuck it" and just fell asleep.

If any furs want a good party when you come to Washington, Be sure to go to these things.

And please, don't puke on mah shoes.

In other words. We are getting closer to having a thing such as a fox as a liable pet.
Plus cool genetic research!

HERE HERE.

http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2.....s/ratliff-text