Holy shit, right? Lets see if I still remember how to furry. Give a shout if you're going. Looking forward. Been way too long. Damn adult life making me all responsible and shit haha.

Please spread this all over FA, Weasyl, etc. Anywhere you can think of, do it. We have to get this game made dammit!

https://www.kickstarter.com/project.....-in-the-groove

Make it simple. I have no clue what drama went down here but it seems like a bunch of you have left FA and moved on to Weasyl. I had no clue what Weasyl was until a few nights ago when I woke up at 3am in pain from my leg. I decided to make a account so friend me dammit so I don't feel like such a lonely loser.

Reply with your account link if you would please.

https://www.weasyl.com/~statiktrax

Well the last two weeks have been pretty shit and I hate having to say that since I try to be a positive person in how I approach the life that was given to me. I can't ignore what happened with my car though, that eats me up inside every time I get inside my car now. The whole 24,000 employees being laid off these last two weeks was a word I cannot even describe so I won't. I'll just say I'm thankful to still have my job.

On the good side of things. Bday surprise from Noname. :)

An OG of all things. I don't have photos of the actual OG since it's still in the mail as I type this. It comes framed and matted though. It's for a recent art gallery show that happened here by the artist Jim Rugg. The medium was notebook drawings. So it was something like 50 pieces of original notebook sketches all done in ballpoint pens.

Here's my OG.

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGSpBpPgs...../s1600/621.jpg

He knows me too damn well. :)

pretty much walked up to my car this afternoon which is parked in a gated parking lot of my complex to see my 6fter audio in jack for my mp3 player poking out the bottom of my cars door lying on the ground. WTF. Randy Savage got his slim jim on my door it seems. My stereo is gone, faceplate gone from glovebox, gps unit gone from glovebox. Two books of cd's gone, which included tons of oldskool hiphop, punk, primus, and tons of demo cd's collected through the years at underground drumNbass parties. Lame lame lame. I'm such a audiophile so this really hit me hard. I don't have the greatest car (2000 Toyota Corolla) but it was mine none the less. Not some hand out from mommy and daddy.

I feel like something I worked hard for has been completely violated. I'm a damn near stranger in my own car. Just fucking gutted. I would type more over how gutted I am but it's not going to change anything. I think besides the obvious it hurts because the things that were stolen were all gifts from people who are the closest to me in my life. You see electronics, I see sentimental value that can't be described. That gps was gifted when I first got my license. My stereo is insane standards and now it's gone. I've never drove my car without music and now I'm rollin tuneless. Some people suck is all I can say directly to whoever did this. Out of all the cars you could of picked it had to be fucking mine. The damn near beater of the bunch but my beater none the less. Awesome upcoming bday gift. ;/

Is anyone who is coming to Califur close to this address?

Spoke Art
816 Sutter St.
San Francisco, CA 94109

Let me know please.

Guess I'll see you guys there?

Long time no see and all that.

;/

see you there it looks like.

Yes, no?

Icon love dammit.

I'm gonna start right off with saying how inspired I am with all the recent happenings in my life to type something up like what you're about to read at this very second. At first it's gonna come off like I'm bragging but I assure you that is not the case because there's a lesson to learn from what I have acquired. Before I begin though, let me just get this out of the way first to calm my writing, *ahem*

___K YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!

Alright, I think I'm good now.

The string of luck I've had lately is just unreal and the way it all happened is like pulling off a string of combos in a fighter game were it's executed flawless. It started with me getting off work yesterday at around 8am like I always do. The drive to my chriopractor after wards always fills my head with good spirits because it feels good to finally be taking care of a huge problem in my life after years of ignoring it. Now the professional massage after my "adjustment" is the definition of a kid who wants sprinkles on his icecream but gets sprinkles AND gummi bears. It probably helps that my massage girl is a oldskool jaded raver like me who now just loves the music for the music, particularly dubstep, downtempo, and house. How can you not love that? You can't ...well I can't.

When I finally do get home I'm greeted by a offline message waiting for me from my fellow junglist/dubber, Tekfox saying I have to check this video out. Alright, *click* *.......waits for it, waits for it, waaai* HOLY SHIT! YES!



This is officially the best dubstep video I have ever seen now. Brilliant. The sticker at the end inspires me to get some custom made I might add. Let this be a lesson: Don't screw with a dubstepper's wheels. We will destroy your drums.

The day is off to a good start and it's only morning. Poor lion needs much needed Z's though and so I do just that.

*wakes up eight hours later*

At this point in my world I overslept by two hours because now I will barely get to hang out with better half lion known as Noname since he goes to bed around this time. Damn M-F'ers! (I just realized how that comes across as a double pun, ha!) Still though having to wake up at 4am to get ready for work it's understandable.

I check my email at this point, my eyes half open as their still waking up when they nearly pop out of their sockets when I start reading the name of one of the senders of my new mail inbox. Zoltron ...wait! ZOLTRON! NO WAY! NO F'ING WAY! Noname! I WON!

"Huh?"

The contest I told you about, I won!

This where the meat of this post will lie. It's now time to explain why this is such a big deal to me.

As most of you know I grew up in very religious household where anything not of God was not allowed under their roof. That famous "as long as you live under my roof, you will live by me". This related to anything and everything. When my parents could no longer afford to keep me in private school I went to public school. I remember I was sitting on the school bus and one kid had a t-shirt that said "PRIMUS" on the front with a strange looking bug on the front. I thought it was pretty cool so at this point my interest was intrigued. When he turned around to sit down, I saw the back of the t-shirt had a photo of three individuals cast in a green tint. Who the hell was Primus? I had to know and so I started up a conversation with the kid which only resulted in me wanting to find out more.

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I swear that photo was looking right at me. I find out later the front man was Les Claypool sporting dreads even. This is just to give you a idea of how long this was. 80's! I start purchasing all the cd's, tees, etc I've missed out on only to have parents eventually find it all and destroy it. They tell me this kind of music is "sexular" and not of God so it must be burned from the hell it came from. I wasn't kidding when I told you they are highly religious. You know what though? This didn't stop me, if anything it only fueled me to want it more. It's true what they say, telling someone they can't have something only triggers off rebellion in a kid to simply not care. I was that kid and let's face it, christian rock and gospel I found to be god awful and yes pun was intended. (oh shit son!)

So now picture if you will this being my first exposure to music outside of the realm of that of a christian. It's no wonder I later became so hooked and to this day I still consider them my favorite band of all time. I'm nearly thirty, I mean c'mon! I still have vivid memories of the times I would straight up lie to my parents about spending the night at a friends place to only use it as a cover to have the "cool" parents drive or even take us to a Primus show. I have been to so many tours thanks to that and I have tried all these years to never neglect my roots because it's what makes us who we are. Cheesy eh? Damn right.

Now that the background is out of the way, back to the present tense contest. Zoltron is the company who has been Primus's main printing people. They do all the work for their albums, tees, posters, etc. They also run a pretty bitching company outside of all that full of some amazing street art. They recently did a very rare limited edition silkscreen poster to promote a special benefit of Baby Matthew who is fighting cancer that they sold at a special show. After the show they had special variants to sell off to help the cause even more.

Details of contest

None of us knew when they would start sending out emails but I wasn't happy with the way they choose to handle this. To a fan, it shouldn't be about luck when offering up a item so rare. For all we know some jerk could win and turn around to put it up on eBay for like $500+. The sad thing is I have no doubt in my mind they would get that kinda money easily since it's very rare to hear of Primus signing anything. A contest like this should be about those of us who want to support the cause of Matthew and show our love for Primus by being apart of that cause. I wanted it be something that set us apart from the rest, like write a short essay on why you should win.

All these thoughts kept circling in my head for days until I finally said "fuck it" and typed it all up in a professional tone email trying to keep it short and to the point. Not easy for me as you know *points to what you're reading* but you know what? It worked! I been doing the Ren & Stimpy Happy Happy Joy Joy dance in my head since the news of the wow factor I actually won.

They day still isn't over. I would say about a hour later I get a email from the owner of 8-Bit Zombie saying he had some good news for me. I recently asked what the chances of reprinting the 8-bit Nightmare hat were since it was sold out. Ross tells me that he found one lying around, gives me a promo code for a nice chunk of % even. Not only that but we get into discussing doing Toejam & Earl design for part of the Summer line. My 80's heart skipped a beat.

The night still isn't over. You see the pattern here? I get another email later from the store known as Zumiez informing me that the entire Deathwish pro skateboard team is going to be at my local store this Saturday. Damn! This is awesome news because I can get my unused Lizard King deck signed by the man himself. Yes it's unused because I already broke one too many bones skateboarding in my past so now I just admire the lifestyle for what it is. I'm like that creepy dad on the sidelines who comes to watch from a distance and maybe bitch about the good ol' days if it comes up. Well except I'm only twenty nine ha!

The emails have finally come to a stop at this point. The clock reads a little past 10pm. What to do? I decide no night off from work (mind you I just worked 8 nights in a row, fuck you inventory!) is complete without beer and so I walk to our local OG Mart to purchase some and my first lottery scratcher EVER. I figured why not and my online papa Raccoon and Badboybunny told me I should chance it. No I didn't win but that's okay and no I have no desire to try again.

Before I started into the beer though I had to go out for one more stop, In n Out Burger. I can't think of a better way to end my day with some Animal style fries well done, Animal style Double Double, and a strawberry shake. The best part is driving back and finding out no one took my parking spot right out in front. YES!

*cracks open my Fosters* Midnight.

There is a lesson from all this but first thank you if you actually read this far. I know I suck at keeping it short, so thank you again.

Don't be afraid to take that extra incentive to set yourself apart from the rest. I didn't know if sending that email to Zoltron was actually gonna cause any kind of impact on the way they choose to handle things. It did though and I'm damn grateful someone on their end actually took the time to listen. I'm sure we've all gone through that inner voice demon battle going "what if?" over and over in your head to the point you curse yourself in frustration because it's too late to find out the answer. Fuck all that noise because that won't be with the case with me and hopefully after reading all this it won't be the case with you.

Bottom line,
Regret is for suckers.

Fuck yes!

Never fuck with a dubstepper's wheels. We will destroy your drums.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QeWXGy8Uack

I want a sticker like that for my car now. Hmmmmm...

Quick background. So this company called Zoltron does a lot of the printing work for the group Primus. I hope you already know who they are but if you don't:

http://www.primusville.com

Primus was the very first rock band I was ever introduced as a kid and how I discovered them was pretty damn random I might. I saw a kid on my public school bus wearing one of their band tees. I didn't know who it was at first but it intrigued me regardless to look into it. I come to come fid out the pic on the front of the tee is that of the cover of the "Miscellaneous Debris" album with the trademark Skeeter representing. The photo of the band on the back of the tee cast in a green tint also made me more curious. I swear Les was looking at me, hell he had freaking dreads in that photo ..just to give you a idea of how long ago this was.

Anyway Zoltron did a special poster for a recent Primus show that they had the entire band sign. This never happens! They said they would release details soon as to how they were gonna go about selling them. Unfortunately they decide to do a damn lottery system. Sucks. Well I took a shot in the dark and emailed them my thoughts. I don't know if it will help but it felt like one of those things I needed to do.

Here is the email.

I can't believe I'm typing this but I guess when a group such as Primus is involved you take the extra effort.

I was pretty damn excited to hear about the variants of the poster being signed by the whole band and eventually available to the public. What I wasn't happy about was it being turned into a lottery system. To me something like this comes along once in a blue moon and I been a devoted fan for many many years. Primus was pretty much my first rock band as a kid. I grew up in a very sheltered household where anything not of God was not allowed. My highly obsessed baptist parents found my Primus stash and burned it all. I had some old tees that you can't find on ebay no matter how hard you try. All my cd's were burned which just resulted in me buying more. It's true what they say, when someone tells you can't have something it just makes you want it that much more.

I never let them stop my passion for the music of Primus though even if it meant going against my parents way. Hell I can vividly remember the times I would lie to my parents about spending the night at a friends place only to use it as a way to get the "cool" parents to take us to a Primus show.

Now that you have some background on where my love is rooted from you should hopefully be able to understand where I'm coming from with this email. For all I know it could be late and the winners are already announced. I'm not sure what to think because I don't see a single soul gloating on your facebook that they won. So here's to hoping I'm right about my assumptions.

The point of all is exactly is it sucks that us fans are being left out on this one. It's very rare that Les and crew sign something like this. I have no reason to doubt we'll see this posted up on ebay at like $500 or more. I wish this would of been more of a contest than simple luck. Like a one paragraph answer for why you deserve to win, just something that singles out the ones who will treasure something like this versus those only it for the money.

Thank you if you read this far. I don't know if it will change anything but I had to say something.

Time will tell I guess.

mo.

I've never been close with my little brother or any of my brothers for that matter as some of you already know. To get this news really took me by surprise but my little brother came out to me. He's currently twenty four now to give you a idea of the kind of relationship we've had for each other. Pretty sad I know.

Yet at the same time I get this overwhelming feeling of just being straight up relieved. The kind where you go on for so long not having a simple solution but when it finally does come around you just sit back and go "OOOOOH!". All is suddenly explained and for once it actually makes sense. What I'm getting at is what I refer to as the dominoe effect.

When I was struggling with my own sexuality I used people to advantage to cover my own insecurities. We had one kid at my school who was pretty much a open flaming homo. The guy carried a purse and answered to the name Bo. In this day and age that's not a big deal. When you backtrack about thirteen years ago in a school setting of rednecks versus the blacks with skater kids on the sidelines it suddenly is a big deal. I admit I'm ashamed I allowed myself to get caught up in the typical gay bashing of the kid. At first I thought it was just me trying to fit in to not alienate myself from the norm. Little did I know I was just using the kid to hide from myself.

Now of course this very post wouldn't exist if I didn't eventually move past all of that garbage. When I did come out though my little brother especially took it hard. It was like looking in a mirror at that kid who used to openly gay bash the one known as Bo. Hurt doesn't even begin to describe what I was feeling but at the same time I felt I deserved it for my past actions. My family as a whole moved on for many years not wanting anything to do with me once they knew the real me.

You could argue that time heals all wounds and in this case you would be correct. There's more details to this mind you but I don't feel like it's my business to air out my little brother's private history. What I will share is a few weeks ago he did open up communication with me after all these years. Not only did he tell me he's gay but he apologized for everything. The open gay bashing, exposing my deepest secret (diapers) to our friends/neighbors, and the time he found my stash. I have to say out of everything he ever did to me when he found my secret hiding spot and tampered with it ...the little sanity I had left was destroyed. It was one thing to find it but to take sharpie markers to my diapers and write shit like FREAK!, etc over it really affected me over the years. He claimed at the time he thought he was helping me and when I thought about it further I'm sure it wasn't any easier for him to understand why I was the way I was. Like I told him, I didn't understand it at the time so to expect him to makes us both blind hypocrites. It was just one of those unfortunate situations where you couldn't win unless you had age, maturity, and wisdom already on your side.

Regardless of everything I told him I'm always here for him, even if he wasn't gay it would make no difference to me. You're my brother and nothing changes that.

Furry is the newest fad like hipsters who think it's cool to wear their girlfriend's clothing.

Half way inspired by me and  therghu being up to no good the past few days.

Woke up to a email from Play Dead studios, the creators of the Xbox Live game Limbo. They posted my pumpkin in their news. The only stupid part is they posted the glow version vs the B/W version. I emailed back and asked if they wouldn't mind switching it out but thanked them regardless of course.

I'm the middle one. Credit to DUBL1ON ...my alias outside of furry.

http://www.limbogame.org/halloween

I think there comes a time when you know you're getting old when the simple pleasures in life are no more. I remember how ecstatic I would get as a kid when it was my birthday. You could catch me running around the house screaming at the top of my lungs, IT's MY DIRTDAY! Who can be bothered to pronounce proper? Not me back then. I went on for years calling this time of year my dirt day with no one correcting me.

Through the later years all those pleasures faded away and the one day of the year I could call mine was just another day to me. It probably doesn't help that my parents could give two shits about their homo son on this day. Don't expect anything in the mail Statik, don't fool yourself into thinking that maybe this year will be any different. I could probably forget this day all together if it wasn't for the fact my partners bday is eight days before mine. I see him get all kinds of cards, checks, wishes, etc in the mail around this time while I'm left to feel sorry for myself. I know it's a selfish attitude but it is what it is, is it not? Try saying that ten times fast.

Oh well, another year to tack on my life cycle starting tomorrow.

1. Who eats more?
I do. Which is odd considering I'm smaller.

2. Who said “I love you” first?
I don't remember, it was nearly nine years ago.

3. Who is the morning person?
Both for different reasons. My morning technically doesn't exist. I've worked grave shift for the past eight years so this concept of morning is not in my world. He wakes up at 4am usually for college.

4. Who sings better?
Fuck that on both accounts.

5. Who’s older?
He is, by 1yr 8days

6. Who’s smarter?
No brainer. He is. Future chemical engineer already has a career waiting for him come August. I can't compete with that but I rise above in other things. I never considered this a contest though, we share our wisdom on any given situation.

7. Whose temper is worse?
Probably mine. I get annoyed easily when there's a confrontation and he doesn't care to settle it. I like closure and not having it drives me up the wall.

8. Who does the laundry?
Mostly me, because being ocd we like everything done a certain way. He does help though.

9. Who does the dishes?
Take turns.

10. Who sleeps on what side of the bed?
If it's just me, I sleep on the side nearest the wall. If it's both of us, I sleep on the opposite of that so I can eventually push my way towards the wall forcing him into a cuddle. Ha!

11. Whose feet are bigger?
Mine.

12. Whose hair is longer?
Same. Keep it short. Fuck paying for haircuts.

13. Who’s better with the computer?
Me.

14. Do you have pets?
A husky at his Mom's place due to lack of yard here. Not fair to her so we gave her a proper home so she can run her husky heart off. When we buy our house in a little over two years though, we'll fix this problem.

15. Who pays the bills?
Both.

16. Who cooks dinner?
I burn water. He cooks.

17. Who drives when you are together?
His car is way better than mine. I'm a simple person.

18. Who pays when you go out to dinner?
Take turns.

19. Who's the most stubborn?
He is. He tries to avoid confrontation by acting like there isn't a issue even though there is. I hate it but it's nothing I can't handle. No r. is perfect.

20. Who is the first one to admit when they're wrong?
Me. Back to that resolving it asap thing. I like to be able to sleep without dwelling over the bullshit over and over in my head.

21. Whose family do you see more?
His. Mine are fucking crazy.

22. Who named your pet?
Me.

23. Who kissed who first?
Both.

24. Who asked who out?
I did.

25. What did you do on your first date?
Never officially dated ever. We just went with the flow and natural chemistry took its course for us.


26. Who's more sensitive?
Me.

27. Who's taller?
He is.

28. Who has more friends?
Share and share alike.

29. Who has more siblings?
He does.

30. Who wears the pants in the relationship?
We each have our moments.

So I shared this on my other journal but I'm gonna share it here with further thoughts on the movie now that I've properly gone it over in my head again.

Here's what the el jay had to say:

One critic already said it best for me.

"You leave the theater with a pleasant grin on your face, but by no means is it as wide as the Cheshire Cat's, and that's a shame."

Their were enjoyable parts but in the end you left wanting more. I felt like the story was very straight forward. You knew exactly how the film was gonna end within five minutes of her falling down the rabbit hole. I hate being able to predict a movie, especially so soon. It's not like this movie was the traditional Alice in Wonderland story we grew up with as kids either. This was more of a "Where is she now?" perspective. Kind of like when Peter Pan grew up and they came out with Hook. (love that one btw)

By no means was it bad though but it could of been better. I will give credit to Depp, a fun character no doubt. A mad hatter though? I expected him to go balls to the wall mad but he was more tasteful then mad. Like a looney on sedatives. I've seen better performances of his so I was a little disappointed.

In all fairness though. I don't like reviewing any movie that has some kind of connection with my childhood. I think right away my expectations are gonna be set to the highest level. So I'm sorry Alice, you just weren't my cup of tea this time.

Still worth a watch though. (.....on shrooms?)

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And now for the edit. So back on the topic of Depps performance. Disney live action movies. Oh how I hate these movies. I think the problem is Disney tries so hard to pull in that whole "family" audience vibe that they sacrifice true substance of a movie over that of a ticket sales. A movie like Alice would be rated R if I had my way. I mean cmon you have a queen wanting to kill everyone in sight. The world was suppose to be twisted. I never once got that vibe from this movie. I wanted a Mad Hatter who was actually mad. Not just mad, INSANE. He was way to collected and reserved for me. When I heard a Alice movie was being made and it was suppose to have a darker vibe I couldn't help but be reminded of American McGee's take on Alice. That was twisted. It was fun. It felt right. I wanted this movie to have that kind of vibe. Hell in a ideal world I would of said screw Tim Burton, and bring on people like McGee or even Silent Hill creator.

If we're gonna attack such a delicate memory for some of our viewers lets at least make them want to keep remembering it rather than wanting to forget it now that we fucked it up for them. I think that's the problem with a lot of these remakes. Their so focused on effects and big names that they get blindsided into thinking this is all we need to be successful. You should be hiring those of us who actually have a real connection to such a film.

So screw you Disney, just stick to cartoons already.

It's been awhile since I posted a journal update. So right, let's get to it shall we? I should forewarn you I listen to entirely too much dubstep and dnb podcasts. This wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that the uk lingo is wearing off on me! I find myself typing like a twat quite regularly now ha!

Right, so like I said. Update time. I have some uploads in the works and about seven entirely new art pieces in the works at the moment. Those seven are new but I also have some old pieces to share as well that I been slagging off on. In due time. This update is more to let you know I haven't gone stale on you, just stupid busy lately. Bioshock also stole some of my attention too. ;X

I've neglected this account lately which is a shame since I have quite a few new submissions to share but been slacking on doing so. No my excuse is not because I twitter instead (I don't), fuck that. The easy answer is I have been distracted with work which was finally followed by vacation.

This post is just to let all you new watchers and the originals I'm still around. Thank you for the favs, watches, etc. I hope you like all the new stuff on it's way. Just gimme a few more days, still on vacation. Whats up with FA banning marijuana references?

- statik

I typed this in my journal and thought the same advice would be useful here. For the record, my other half is referred to as Noname to clear any confusion. Both furs, been together for nearly seven years now, yadda yadda yadda. Anyway, read on.

If there's one thing I feel I know at this point in my life, it's relationship advice. I have seen so many cases of people wanting what I have but having no clue how to get there or going about it the wrong way. This last weekend especially showed me that maybe I should get it all typed up and hopefully some of you will find this useful. I don't mean to sound egotistical or anything because that's the last thing I want. I just feel I really know what I'm talking about when it comes to this. So sit back, grab a drink, and get ready to take this all in.

I'm sure you've heard this before but the most important thing to remember is to STOP looking. You can't predict when things will happen, when you will meet the right person, so why set yourself up? Do yourself a favor and just stop.

Dating, hook ups, etc are all a complete waste of time. I hate how everyone thinks finding someone is a simple 1,2,3 step plan, it's not. Maybe that's the traditional way to do it but why keep following the same plan if it's not working? I wised up to this and went about it my own way. What way is that? I stopped getting so hooked up on wording. Don't call it dating, don't call it anything. Why not be around someone just to enjoy each others company? No set plans, no dinner arrangements, no need to go all out with a set plan for the evening. All this does is put your head into thinking about expectations and the over whelming need to impress. And what makes this worse, not only is it expectations but it's high expectations. I guarantee you're setting yourself up for failure.

Don't look for a lover, look for a friend. Noname and me started out as friends at first. Eventually we turned that into quality best friends. Neither one of us had any expectations of each other, we just knew we enjoyed being around each other. That's what friends do, right? I feel I can talk to him about anything though and never fear any kind of judgment. I know he feels the same way when it comes to this because we have strong communication. Which brings me to the next pointer...

communication. I cannot stress enough how important this is. No more secrets, no more lies, no more bullshit. If you really want trust, you need to trust yourself first. Don't hold back because eventually it will come out. Besides why deny yourself of the things you like for someone else? Don't you want them to like you for you?

Like Vs. Love. Once again, stop. Don't be so quick to call it love, it's very over rated. Don't get upset when they don't say it back. Maybe their not ready? When the time is right it will feel right but in the meantime remember like sure sure sounds better than hate.

You can't love someone if you can't love yourself. I was told this before when me and Noname had our first break up. I didn't understand it at the time, heck I down righted hated him for saying something that I felt was harsh. He was right though. I didn't love myself at all one point in my life. I felt like I had nothing to give but my love and though I wanted that to be everything ...it was downright selfish. I was living in a story book of some cheesy romance fantasy. It does not work like that. Heck it doesn't even exist.

Get yourself situated/stable. What makes you, you? Are you happy with where you are in your life or where you're heading? This answer is different for everyone. I know for me working makes me proud of myself. It gives me a feeling of self accomplishment and having money sure as hell doesn't hurt either. I get pride out of this and that translates into stability. I don't want to feel like I'm nothing without Noname and I can make it on my own if it came down to it. I know that it won't but it's still a nice feeling to know that I do have a stable plan. Also, get your license! Some of you may think this only leads to more payments in your life ...yes that's true. However it also gives you freedom and independence. No one wants to be with someone that they feel they have to be a taxi driver to.

Respect. You have to respect what they want. You cannot force anyone to do anything just because you want it. So if someone tells you they don't want a relationship, let them be. You can choose to keep a friendship with them and hope time will change what their looking for but don't be surprised if it never does. At this point you need to ask yourself if you're okay with accepting that and move on. It doesn't make them any less of a friend though, don't be a dick just because you didn't get what you want. After all it's about what you BOTH want.

Trust. Of course this would be followed up right after respect because the two go hand in hand. Both important but neither one more important than another. This one also falls under common sense to me because if you don't have it you will scare them away. Trust each other.

Ex's are helpful. Sure at the time we may seem we hate them, hell I know I did. Learn from them though. What made you break up in the first place? Take everything you didn't like about them and apply it the next so you get more of a idea of what you're looking for. I know with my ex's I fucked up because I was so desperate to not be alone that I let people take advantage of me. I also had that issue of not loving myself. I learned though and eventually grew up in the process.

Never be afraid to ask for help. If you're struggling, down on yourself, or just plain ready to give up then you need to ask for help. Maybe even see a therapist or a counselor? They can be helpful when it comes to personal issues that are far beyond you understanding or even accepting. I'm speaking through experience, it does help to hear someone on a professional level tell you why you are the way you are. When they link up things from your past it's a huge relief to have a better understanding of who you are. It will help. Sometimes it helps to let go of your pride.

So to wrap this up, a few more things. It's not a race, never rush anything. Communicate, communicate, and communicate. And finally, be yourself dammit.

I sure as hell am.

Any D S art anyone?

I feel old. ;/

As far as I'm concerned, The Happening should of never happened. I wanted to like this movie though, I thought okay M Nights first R rated movie ...what will he do? I loved Signs, Unbreakable, and Sixth Sense. The Village was a pile of shit too. I didn't think he could make a movie worse than The Village but I think he just proved me wrong.

The only thing I enjoyed about this movie, the opener. It starts off in a scientific conversation of questioning things you can't explain and how or why they happen. They made some valid points which caught my interest, little did I know that this served me a distraction for a movie that was about to suck.

No real gorey bits either, very vanilla when it came to the killings. I remember when I saw the trailer for the first time and it showed the guy lay down in front of a lawmower. When that scene came up, I felt myself peering closer to the screen wanting so bad to see something worthy and it was a total tease. No blood shed at all!

Not only this, but what the hell is the deal with movies like this always focusing the story on a group of people who are fucked up or just plain boring? The dialogue in some of the scenes just felt so pointless. Fuck your emotions, seriously ...I don't care. You use to be a couple, yeah we got it the first time ...no I don't want to see many examples of the ackwardness it created. Deal already and move on. You're fascination for lagging behind while everyone else is in rapid speed move to GTFO from whatever is happening never ceases to amaze me. They did the same thing in Cloverfield, so why not follow the trend. Yes something fucked up is happening, so lets just go as slow as possible to get away or hey better yet lets go TOWARDS it because we're a bunch of morons that have no concept of "we're gonna die".

In short, fuck this movie.