If Only You Knew

For next year’s Otaku-Con, I want to find the karaoke track for Olivia Lufkin’s “If Only You Knew,” because I think it’s a gorgeous song, and it totally fits Amaterasu from Okami, who I will more than likely be cosplaying. Oh, and I’ll learn “Sorairo Days” if I decide to cosplay Yoko for sure.

I’m working on a commission for my dear Atakiri at the moment, but I killed my yellow marker. So I have to run to the ONLY local supplier to pick up the color I need for $3 more than what I should be paying for it. Danielle from NDP Comics told me that paying $7 per pen plus tax is way over-priced, so as soon as possible I’m going to order a 72-piece Copic Sketch set from Dick Blick with my gift certificate from forever ago, lol.

I also killed my enV2. Until I can get my own new phone in May 2010, I’ll be using my dad’s BlackBerry World Edition. It sucks, because I can’t take OR receive pictures with it, and I can’t use the internet on it after my dad cancels his cell account because that’s part of the package. I know I’m totally downgrading, but I’d rather downgrade than spend almost $400 just to get an enV Touch or LG Dare before May.

The fourth boss on Super Princess Peach is hard to beat. :/ Or maybe I just fail at games, lol.

Lately I’ve been feeling rather nostalgic about somethings, and rather rebellious about others. Starting with rebellion, I bought a pair of skinny jeans that actually look fairly attractive. Other jeans I’ve tried on always looked icky, and then I tried on these and they looked amazing! Of course, I bought them. I needed jeans anyway, and they were on sale. I tried them on for my mom, and, even though she hasn’t said it directly to my face, I know she wants me to take them back. She told me that she thought they were promiscuous and innappropriate for someone my age. (Uhm, there’s this little thing about my turning 18 in less than 9 months…) I may exchange them for the next size up, cause I remembered that clothes shrink a little in the wash, but I think I’m gonna keep them.

As for nostalgia, it’s more just thinking back on what I’ve put myself through for some guy’s approval. Instead of letting it get to me and make me all depressed, I’m gonna channel it into my art. I discovered that art is a good theraputic thing for emotional shiz, even though I had previously declared that I’d never let my art become an outlet for my emotions. That, and listening to Anna Tsuchiya music, lol.

What does it mean to wake from a dream with teary eyes and not remember what it is you were dreaming about?

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