I would just like everyone to know that I and quite miserable and would like to say "fuck you" to everything and everyone. \o/

Thank you for reading. Enjoy your day.




..... T.T

Seriously. We all know it is for a bride. The have her perfect wedding dress. Whether you spent several months shopping for one and exercising to fit into it (or in my mom's case, you lose weight to to stress and have to get it tailored again before the wedding, haha.). Or spending forever making it.

I mean, I just had a dream where I spent years designing a dress, and months making it, only to find out it had gotten stolen, and destroyed and dumped on my front steps just the day before the wedding. Scary huh? What going would NOT cry?

So, I am to ask you this, why do you think the wedding dress is so important? And if it's not that important to you (I'm speaking to the girls, here) then that's probably a good thing, but pick out something decent for your weddings.

for the rest of us who are like.. OMG. .. why? I never really did come across WHY.

Okay, I'm a sick weirdo, yes? You didn't know that? Well now you do.

My request is: Get a subaceous cyst.. or an infected spider bite so I can lance it and squeeeeze all the cottage cheese out of it.

..yes.. I have a pus fetish it seems, but it's not a sexual fetish. >.>


Now someone let me stab them, damnit.

No, seriously. Why? .__.

....yay .__.

Also, I went ahead and deleted submissions and journals just so yall know. I looked at the comments, though.

no, I'm not leaving FA or anything. I'm just leaving.



For Two Weeks.


To babysit a 1st grader.

In Tahllullah.


For Mom.



.....


I DON'T WANT TO GO DAMNIT ;.;

Also, obviously, there's not FA for me. Not saying I can't get on it on Mom's computer in the mornings (only time I have access), but I refuse to get on FA. I'll be installing MSN on her computer like she wants me to, though. \o/
bye-bye's yall.

feel free to ignore

okay, i guess first off, to apologize for being missing for like... a month. now been here, really. not checking messages or submissions... oh dear god.. no offense, but that nuke button's being hit for submissions. sorry everyone..


but umm.. there's something extremely wrong right now... either that.. or I've finally cracked.. I just tried to go to bed.. then..there's this realy bad feeling and I'm extremely scared and now I'm crying.. I think there's somebody in my house that shouldn't be..? I don't know.. it's quiet..

trying to get msn to work.. doubt there's anyone on it to talk to, but..oh well...

keeping my lights off and everything quiet, but the computer's fan is loud... and so is my typing.. but.. the typing is helping...but yeah... gonna.. play the sims or something... I guess. computer's light is bright though..



edit
umm.. okay.. I think things are fine now... so..my dilusions are going away for now..?
I need a new napkin.. this one's all wet.and covered in snot

My last journal... was not called for.. That was extremely rude of me. I've no right at all to complain and let anger of the nice people of FA. I'm lucky for each and every watcher (and especially commenter) I have.
The previous journal was deleted and thank you all for the support. Both for the last rude journal, and the one before that (Have I ever gotten so many comments before? I don't think so!)


On another note: I need to see doctors \o/. AND I seem to be going blind~ But I still gotta drive but I think new glasses will fix that.

and @ Zio: I actually missed your submission and I can't find it in your gallery. I am throughly sorry for that.. But I do remember seeing it.. xD

Seriously... I'm fucking tired of being lectured...

According to him, anything that has a black person in it is automatically a "Nigger Glorification Device." I can't even mention the Princess and the Frog movie without hearing this bullshit.
Seriously.. that's low. It's people like my Dad, being white or black or what-the-fuck-ever, who get the good things in life taken away from us because it glorifies some other race and makes our own look bad. it's just... UGH.

Also, he's OBSESSED with any controversial topic that has to do with any ethnicity or religion. Can't mention anything to do with the mid-east, INCLUDING Arabian Nights. Goddamnit. I do not give two shits about Muslims and wars an countries and hate and all that. -.- I really don't. So fuck you Dad. (speaking of which, I discovered the Fulla Doll. Want. she's not a slut like Barbie.

I also know more about Jews and the Bible and the Koran than I want to know, thanks to him. Blah blah blah lecture.. I can't have a conversations with this man that doesn't include any of the above.

... How many other people's parents are going on about media "brainwashing" people..?
What they said about Sunflower the Centaur. She was black and shining the hooves of a blond-haired Centaur... First off, Sunflower, is soooo not black. She's native American. The zebra centaurs were black. Second, she was a child, and therefore does not earn the rights of a centaur to just lay around and be happy. I'm sure all the centaurs were ugly little shitheads whent hey were little. Third: ....so?


(You may skip the rest of this journal)
Why can't everyone just be happy...? Again, I'll bring up the Princess and the Frog movie up.. All Dad knows is that the main character is a black girl. If he'd watch the movie, he'd be saying more about it "glorifying" black people. And the only white people in the movie are airheads.
this is what I see:
main chick: bit hardheaded and just wants to get her damn restaurant.
Charlotte [aka: Lotte`]: Airhead. Likes pink. Rich, spoiled, but never grew up. Actually kind and generous, but thinks mostly of herself but will help someone in need.
Louis: it's an alligator who wants to play jazz.
Raymond: Hillbilly Firefly who just wants to help (and be with Evangeline, but isn't really main to the story)
oh, oh, oh, oh... and Prince Navine: Spoiled bratty rich boy. basically just aweful.
"Shadowman": Not actually evil himself, but he's in debt to ghosts. He's scared shitless of them and has to be evil to get out of debt..

All and all, I don't see them as a race or anything, I see them as CHARACTERS. And if they happen to be black, who cares? It's their character!

It all started out wish attending a typical Halloween party. I drove down the road, and when I got down the [dark] road, I actually came across the vampyress. A real one... that was the local vampyre chick. Anyways, she told me she was going to head off to avoid the party... I paid no mind to it, after all.. she's a vampire, and there's going to be many humans at the part, right? (Also, I'll note that no one knows about the vampires[2] in the neighborhood.)

I went back to my car, and then I felt something was wrong. I drove back to the beginning of the road. The road was a lot like the road in my old trailer park. Just no trailers, only forest. At the end of the road, I find the Vampyre... I do not know if he was wed to the vampyress or not, but I doubt it. He was very excited about the party. ... I knew that he was going to go out hunting later out in the night (and I wouldn't mind if I was one of the prey~). I chatted with him a little before heading back down the road. I felt everything was okay, now.

I was to the neighborhood when I realized.... I don't know where exactly the part was talking place. so I found a[small] building with many cars around it. I parked around the side of the building. When I walked to the door, I heard a blood-curdling howl behind me... I knew there was a graveyard behind me for some reason, and a poor werewolf was in it... I hurried to to the door... I didn't want to be a midnight snack. I heard another one; I rushed more quickly. At the door, I saw two other girls. Once we all got in, I spoke with one, and the orther roamed off.

The building was pitch-black and quiet. Only my voice and the other girl's voice could be heard. After roaming together for a while, we come across the room with some light in it. The light came from a colorful bilboard next to the building(wtf).

Inside the room was a girl making sweets. I noted the tastey-looking pink and yellow cakes with flowers. It wasn't particuarly Halloween-themed, but I somehow knew they weren't for the party. She got a little bored making candies and cakes, so she decided to dowse. She asked for suggestions on who to dowse for. We searched for the Vampyress first. She was napping, from the looks of it. I wanted the Vampyre himself next and I was excited (I think I had a crush on him and just wanted to be bitten \o/).

The light on the bilboard went out and the room became dark. This was it. The first sign I was going to die, and I knew it. We hide under the the table, and put all the candies and such under it, too, somehow thinking this was gonna give it away that we were there. So I was there, waiting to die. I kept thinking how it would happen. Would someone come and stab us to death? Would we be attacked by some animal (or even worse: there werewolf)?

We stay, doing the best to hide. Someone comes in. That someone sits next to the table we're hiding under (really, hiding under and behind). It was our killer, I just knew it. The person yawns and I realize it's a woman. She starts to talk to herself, and she reaaaallly sounded like my mother... So I kept wondering if it was Mom. She... actually took her shirt off for some reason... Anyways, after a while.. I couldn't resist. It was my mother. I knew it.. I got up and practically attacked her.

It was her, and she was happy to see me, and I was happy to see her. We didn't talked much, but loved on. She buttoned up the girl's shirt, who was dowsing and cooking, for her. She told her thank you and suddenly got sleepy. The other girl got sleepy too, and I knew mother was going to button my shirt, too. I look down, and I seemed to be wearing two button up shirts (Just the bottom buttons were undone). Somehow, the under shirt was buttoned, and it was her shirt...? FINALLY if was my turn. She buttoned my shirt, and I was very sleepy. I didn't want to go to bed, so I unbuttoned the top of my shirt, thinking it would keep me awake.

Going to sleep, I knew, meant I was going to die. It made me a bit sad, but I was perfectly content.. We put on some silly "disguise" glasses and layed down. As I lay down on the couch and get situated, I see small flashes. I was in the same place, but my skin was discolored and my limbs were bent in ways they shouldn't.

As my mother was leaving, I whispered "thank you" to her. She just smiled. As I close my eyes, this song starts to play. And that was the end.



Whether or not it was actually my mother who killed me, I doubt it. But to me, it was a really paeceful way to go, and much better than the flashes I kept seeing, which, I imagine, is what really happened. .... I like the cover up with my mother better than being horribly mutilated. xD

There was another dream that regarded our dead Guinea Pig named Miss Piggy (after the muppet). I was gonna give her a bath. She didn't want one. xD I got bitten.

NOTE: I will look at each entrant's work and gallery. Why? because you actually have to TRY to qualify for winning!!!
NOTE2: Erotic or suggestive pics will automatically be disqualified.
NOTE3: No pants.
NOTE4: End Date not decided.
NOTE5: This is the really unfair thing. by submitting, you are giving me permission to draw the design. Not matter if you win or not. If you object to this, Let me know now, not later. Just letting everyone know. you have to tell me if I'm not allowed to draw it. otherwise, i might. But you WILL be given credit for the design.

Awesome. Okay, here's the deal:

Contest
--I am holding a contest.
--It is a Fashion Design Contest
--Don't stop reading at the sight of the word "fashion"
--It is a Formal Gown and/or Arabian Nights-styled fashion contest.
--Dresses!!! \o/

Rules
--You have to TRY
--This is a design contest. meaning DESIGN. Not take someone else's design.
--No "Prom Dress" crap. I hate any of the prom dresses you find online anyway. Ugly as [BLEEP].
--Wild=Awesome
--Original=FUN
--Wild Runway stuff = OMG
--You can google for fun parts of dresses (ei: shoulders, necklines, skirt types, etc.) and combine your favorites and add additional details.
--Do not steal someone else's design. This includes recolors. that's still stealing.

Requirements
--Draw it on Celery, please. (Why? For one, to help make sure YOU (or a friend, with their permission) drew it, and you did not just rip someone off the aids-induced DeviantArt)
--Be creative. Wings are not creative. Mini-Wings on wrists are[more]. (Don't automatically go with this, PLEASE. Just an example)
--Get inspiration!!!
--have fun.


Prizes
--You've been reading too much w/o hearing of prizes.

-- 1st Place: Full colored, full shaded+ background. (I recommend one character, but two will have to be discussed, but is not COMPLETELY out of the question)
-- 2nd Place: Colored [maybe shaded--depends if I like it flat or not. Usually i don't. xD] no background.
-- 3rd Place: Sketch. (These prizes fail)



Help/Extra
--Dunno why I titled this section "help"
--I have deleted the "references" of Celery. Mainly due to how freakin' much I HATE THEM. I have to redo them. There's only one or two minor differences between the old ones and what the new ones will be, but at least I won't be sad looking at them. I hope there's plenty Of work in the gallery to get the basic feel of what she looks like.
--CELERY IS FLAT-CHESTED. IF YOU NEED TO FILL OUT THAT DRESS, PLEASE STUFF BALLOONS IN THAT AREA AND MAKE IT OBVIOUSLY BALOOOOOONS
--This here dress is my own little creation. It's no where near the best example[or the first] of the design.. (the pic sucks if you ask me) but... yeah... it's kinda odd and somewhat original, yes?
--Yes, this is just a lame excuse to have Celery artwork.
--I'm probably forgetting stuff, but... oh well. that's my own damn fault.
--Please PM[note] entrees.
--Questions to the south of this journal or by PM.
--Remember. This is a Dress AND/OR Arabian Nights-style contest!! Meaning a dress, a mid-east outfit [not pants, please. hate pants], or a mix of the two. Mixing the two will not give you extra points.
--This is a design contest. Lack of.. what you would call skill or talent, will not be a factor in judging. Only design will.
--Must have 5+Entrees for the contest to be---blah.. WEE NEED AT LEAST FIVE ENTREES.
--Enter as much as you want.


ENTREES:
Dani's Armor Dress
Pancake's...uhh.. dunno what to call it, Dress

Okay, stupid me only JUST figured out where to get RAW Duel Monsters episodes. (not torrents, and download one episode at a time so you can pick and choose what you want)
The set includes 1-244. (which is all)
UNFORTUNATELY most of the episode (at least for season 2, which I was looking at) are broken links, so the site offers some torrents(set of 10 episodes each) so you can grab those missing episodes.

Even if YuGiOh! isn't your thing, but you want original episodes, try searching for the "raw" ones.


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[y]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MNJO9plBWOs[/y]
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MNJO.....BWOs[/youtube]

Yeah.. I told this to Ellie in IM, but I never want to retype all this again, so is copy and pasta! Yes, I am aware oft eh 2-billion typos. 8D



The father lived in the Himalayas with his mate of thirteen years. Being mates for so long, they had finally bore a cub. (yay) The father, sensing dager soon after his daughter's birth, took hif mate and child with him. To where, they did not know, but just as long as he can feel safe again. They traveled all the way down the moutains, SouthWest, into the dead heat.

While running, the little one in the mother's mouth, she and her mate heard a loud noise. Then she felt an intense sharp pain in her leg. (Tell you right now -- gun) Her mate sniffed her wound, smelling an unfamiliar sent. Even though she was cripled, they kept going on.

Unfortunatly, the wound became infectous, and she grew ill and weak, untill, the heat they were in took her life.\


The father took the cub and kept goin onward, loking for some sort of refuged. Luck that his daughter would live was much farther down.

He reached an oasis, and slept there for the night. When he awoke, there were four men there. He hid his daughter and inspected them. 9Like, he waas out of sight, but they were in the area)

Two of the men were scientists, here tracking the tizzle to find out more about the elusive speicies. The male was finally confronted. He stood his ground, as the scientists watched and observed and made notes on his behavior. (He was veryt ired and hungry, so he didn't want to run anymore)

He smelled the same unfamiliar sent on the two men who were not schientists, but instead, wildlife guides. He immediately attacked the two, while ignoring the scientists. They were killed, and out of desparation, one scientists shot him several times to keep him at bay.

The other scientist wanted to observe the body, but his partener udged him to leave so they can tell the Czar (or whatever) what happened. The schentist noticed something int he back of the wilderness-pplz truck, and looked at it.

It was the female. She lied there, dead in the back of the truck. The two men were not experts (or whatever I called tehm earlier), they were paochers. They have been tracking the couple for a long while now. They were going to skin them and sale the pelts and the Twizzle's venom.

Still in shock over what the poachers were actually planning, their thoughts were interrupted by a loud screaching noise. They inspected, and found the infant in a bush. One of teh guys couldn't just leave teh little thing out here, alone, with its parents gone, so he took it with him.
yoa.chan: They men told the czar about teh poachers and what happened, and, reluctantly, the scientist showed him the tiny creature.

He picked her up, and observed her, falling in love almost imediately, the way a child's face lights up at the sight of a puppy. He decided to keep it and let it be a present for his son, who was brn earlier that day. The scientist told him that he named her Celery, after a food she seemed to enjoy muching on. He told her not to call her Karafs, the Arabic word for Celery, because teh ENglish term is much more feminenenenenee.....

The Czar showed the little animal to his newborn son. Even though either could barely move, they were so young, they obviously became really close friends.

The two, even growing up as much as they could, were always together. And Celery was treated just the same as a human, since she was so smart. The Czar was only worried that she couldn't speak.

Oh, and the day that the Czar's son was born and he got Celery, the land's drought ended. Being a religeous man, the saww this as a very good sign and prosperous.

Anyways, due to human matters, the Czar was forced to send his son away, and tell his people that he had died. Celery, only hearing of his death, wined and cried and wanted his back. The lands dried up and blah blah. Obviously, not good, so he let the little toddler-animal in on the secret. He told her that he will be back one day, Everythign got better and Celery's little spirit lifted in hopes of seeing her friend again.

The Czar ending up beleive that Celery was an Earthly reincardnation of Allat, one of teh three pre-islamic chief goddesses of Mecca. Who, is liek the Arab version of Athena.

long story short, Years later, when the boy was a teenager, he was summoned to the Czar, not knowing he was his son. (He lost he memeory, since he was sent away when he was little).

He was thrilled about being a prince, but not so thrilled about the reincarnation of Allat, he had heard about. No one had actaully seen her before, and she was told to be bautiful, but in human. Once he saw her for the first time. He found her so eerie he didn't want anythign to do with her. But she knew him. She remembered him. So she kinda stalked him by three feet or so and tried to play with his. He just shunned her as much as possible. (awwww...)




Aaaan that's all I wrote. have fun playing FIND THE TYPOS.