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Do I EVER hate it when people talk like that to me... I mean... friends, it's okay, but if I've never met you in my entire life please don't approach me as if I'm "down" with you. >__>'


Anyway, events are popping up all over the place and I'm just too lazy to care. D: The asshole took me out and about yesterday, but that doesn't really mean much. We have too little interaction to even be considered "close friends"

and I still haven't bumped uglies... D: I want to bump SO MANY UGLIES.

I'm a horn dog. My entire life revolves around such things. All my friends are guys. MAYBE a couple of girls, but they whine too much. "omg my period, I can't believe that skank, does this make me look fat?"

(AHAHHAHA, it's funny because I do the same damn thing here)

D: .......

Aside from that, I have nothing to say... so ummm I'm gonna read a few journals and go back to work. <3

It's so stale right now. They air is full of heat and must and more heat and maybe a little bit of salt...

It's very hot here and it makes me sweaty. SO sweaty, in fact....

Yesterday while I was doing my morning bike ride I ran into a friend (more of a friend... more like a deep rooted crush I finally got over but still have feelings for). I was COMPLETELY covered in sweat and he... he wasn't. D: I felt so ashamed that I turned around and he actually called my name and I was like.. trying to ignore him, but his friend yelled my name even louder.


HOW FUN.

I really didn't want to turn around, but I did, I waved and I looked at the ground. He was smiling and looking at me while his friends trailed him out of the Game Crazy store. He asked me if I was up to anything... I shrugged and said "I've been biking since 6am" and he's like wow and smirked. UGH! I hate being sweaty in front of people I know ESPECIALLY when they are someone I still have feelings for.

This guy (let's call him "Bounce"), he's so cute and I'm so not. u__u; But when my friend asked him about maybe us getting together. He said it sounded like Bounce had been thinking about it, but didn't want to cross his friends. x___x; ~whines~

oh well... whatever.

But barely... too many things are going on yet again.
I really thought that the summer would give me some down time.
Everything seems to be going faster.

Uyoko, I'm sending your box next week. I finally have enough courage to do so. I hope you like striped colored things and bunnies and yes. the Death Note is in there, along with the pendant. I wish I could send you more but I kinda ran out of ideas.

Anyway... I'm going to go work on the layout of my journal... something I've been neglecting.

I'm so shy when it comes to these things... but I LOVE reading and trying to give advice. I guess... I should just start random commenting.


OH WELL... It's been a while since I've been on here. I mean, I love writing my mind on something I could look back on, but I've been let down for so long with online journals; I just strictly stuck to paper for a while. But I'm back and... I think I'm here for a while, even if I don't have anyone who pays attention or who cares. I'll have myself and I guess that's about all I can have.


In my personal life, there are so many problems. I wrecked part of my car, my mom flipped out about that. I think I'm failing a class and my love life is confusing. I don't know if I'll ever get out of my slump... but I hope it's soon. I don't really have that much time to post... so I guess I'll leave it here for now.



--<3

I went to the Art Museum today, to try and get some projects done (write a report about the stupid paintings of the Renaissance blahblahblah). I just so happen to be black and therefore... I'm an outlaw of society. As soon as I walk in the door, the "greeter" is like, "Excuse me, I need to search your bag."

Well, of course I show him my bag (so do my friends, because we're all in a group). So a few minutes pass and we're walking around the museums first floor. I just so happen to pass by the place where the "greeter" is stationed. Two white girls go waltzing passed him like, "OMG Becky, We're V.I.P." AND they have these giant 'Paris Hilton-I-Need-To-Have-Something-To-Change-Into-After-I-Vomit-Myself' bags. My jaw drops....

I swear, If I could have been in ear shot, without embarrassing myself, I would have told the guy off.

To top it all off, I got yelled at for being too close to a piece of artwork. My friend and I were discussing it like... "this is fucking awesome, oil, wooden frame"..... then here comes this old foreign hag, with her dirty accent

"Don't point to the painting so close!"

Oh, it's not okay for "me" to do it, but when all the little white kids from a private school go marching by, putting their grubby hands all over this sculpture that says, "DO NOT TOUCH".... it's okay.

UGH. I give up caring.

Okay, so today isn't cold... but the days to come are. It's 50 now but tomorrow it's going to be 10. D: I hate Missouri weather. It makes me so uncomfortable. If it were to just rain and be warm, I think I would fair better.



On a side note: UGH. School is sucking me dry of my inspiration! ~rubs two sticks together~
I wish I could go back to drawing furry things, but as of late all my anthro art is starting to look more and more human. ~oh the humanity!~

At least I can still DRAW.


On a side-side note: The guy I fell in love with so many years ago has moved to someplace warm. "I'll be back when it stops being cold..." It's never warm in Missouri... it's bitter. ~sobs~ I have a feeling that he won't be back. Maybe I'm over reacting, but he's a mysterious creature. It's funny, I care so much about him, yet I could never tell him that I love him. So being friends is as close as I get. ~how embarrassing~

It's been going on five year now, we still get really close and then.... one of us fucks it up. ~But that story is for another day~


I must get back to class, I'm in the middle of painting. o_o


Umm....bai....weird yet cool Insane Journal. <3

I am new... I have come to seeking refuge from the infamous Greatest Journal. So.... I don't know what to write as of yet, it's been a really long time since I've been into the whole online thing. So I'll post something kinda... relavent... I guess. D:

I've been adopting a new name to my artist persona... so far, it isn't working.
I'm so tired of being known as the Amber who draws this or the Aroka who draws that. Names stick and frankly, I get sick of it.

I'm the artist currently known as "ROE"; incidentally, it's the abbreviated version of "aRO(E)ka."

I've also branched away from my DA aroka account. I'm tired of the name and frankly... it's really old stuff I'm not proud of looking at. There are some things I like... but they are still old.

I'm no longer interested in being a "furry dragon drawing thing".... I do more than that. Not to say that I don't still go by Aroka or I don't like drawing furry crap. I'm just tired of being hated for not drawing real things:
BAN-TER

That's the new Deviantart. Check it out, there's not a lot there, but I should be pumping out stuff within the next month. It's a happy mix between the two worlds I toggle in. There's the comic/furry art and the Real Life, people, things, places. I'm happy that DA has decided to break the deviations into personal/customizable portfolios.

One of my teachers is insisting I make a real portfolio... so we're doing themes in class. If any of you people out there have some suggestions, feel free to let me know. So far, I have animals, buildings and people. I'm not too particularly fond of drawing people, unless they look like this:
skellie

Or if they are old. Wrinkles in a person's face are intriguing to me and yet... (I swear, if I become old and saggy, I'm offing myself. LOL I'M SOVAIN )