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Tuesday, February 3, 2004
O.o
What do ANBU squad leaders have for breakfast? A can of Wup Ass!^^ (well, that was spontaneous)
Have you ever seen a slide show that was just so badly done, it made people laugh at what they should have been seriuosly concerned about? It's sad, isn't it--people beng paid to do these things aren't nearly as adept as those who do it for amusement alone. The same thing goes for almost anything...especially translations. Yeesh...
Man, I can't believe it's only Tuesday--it feels like it should be next Friday, at least. I think it was the whole staying up late--er, early--doing English homework thing last night, as well as the one before. And it was all to no avail: the teacher decided that we should have a reprieve. I wonder if it ever occured to him that those things are only usefull if you know before you bust your ass doing the damn thing. *mutter*
Music class has become "colour in the sets of two black keys" class. I am scarcely able to believe that we were actually doing sheets like that...!! I miss my real music teacher--he truly was Teh Best.
Did anybody read the new Naruto chapter?? Number 202??? Anybody...? I'm looking for some one to discuss (obsess over) it with. ^___^ Heehee...flute!! Kiba is so gonna get his ass kicked...*wince* Poor Shikamaru! But that face was priceless--"Well, this...isn't...good. *sigh*" Haha.
Scrawled across the tampon dispenser in one of the washrooms at my school: Hey kids! Bleeding today?! Buy one of these!
Scrawled across the floor: What the hell?! Why are you reading this, you jackass! Go suck my dik!
Scrawled across mine and my friend's French desk: Fuck you, Tom.
Written neatly, in the middle of several chalkboards: My cousin Yinny!
On a little piece of paper in my friend's history desk: *image of a stick figure, with some dotted lines crossing it at intervals* Cut along the lines to kill Bill--fuck you Bill!
On a math desk: *a to-scale, extremely detailed, labeled diagram of an F-1 car*
On another French desk: This class sucks fuck cock!!!!!!!
O.o The amazing world of in-school graffiti--apparently, you can be charged for this kind of thing, though it seems like alot of bother to go to over some words scrawled across a desk. That was the first time I've seen some one mark up the floor in such an offensive manner, though--seems kind of impractical. Well, then again, so does reading it. You see crowds of people staring at this little spot on the floor...haha...*sigh*
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Monday, February 2, 2004
In reference to...
There was a post in the Art & Design forum today, that discussed what truly lies behind good art. Is it natural talent? Or is it practice? Or is it both? I tend to think about obscure things alot, and with more passion than anything else, so I started to consider what I thought art was made up of.
Well, when you look at it one way, some small children are just good at drawing. (I am focusing on drawing for now) No one knows why, but they're able to put a pencil to paper and get amazing results, relative to their age. On the other hand, some small children will make a scribble. Is it that the first set of children (a considerably smaller group) is interested, unlike the second group? Probably.
It's the love of drawing that makes the initial, and eventual, difference in whether or not you are, in fact, a good artist. If you don't care about drawing, or view it as a waste of your time, you wont put effort into any drawings you make. And, consequentially, you wont care.
Still, some people might say, "But I love drawing! I just...suck at it." My theory about this? They didn't like it as little kids. I remember that I always loved to draw, even when I was a wee thing, playing with blocks. I would draw everything, everywhere. Meanwhile, other kids would ask me why I drew so much. Of course, I would just shrug. That's what we all do when pressed for such things, is it not?^^"
It might be because we really don't know what we love about drawing so much. If you were to ask me, I might say that it's because I love the sensation of having created something on a sheet of blank paper. Something unique, that only I could really ever create, no matter how hard some one tried to copy it. The copy wouldn't have the same thought behind it, the same determination to create a good drawing.
Drawing is an outlet for your feelings. Looking back on my own work, I see that I go through stages of small children playing, and people kissing, and then there are pictures of people with their hands dripping with blood, weapons protruding from every surface, maybe a dead body or two. Big change, huh? Maybe not. It's like writing or playing a sport, when you get right down to it. Your ability and (as far as anything artistic goes) subject matter shift with your feelings. Some people don't see art as a way to express themselves, and there's nothing that can be done for that.
If you learn to put your feelings onto paper with a pencil (or any other writing impliment) and love it at a young age, then you will keep doing it. Here's the practice factor that applies to anything...
Say you took a four year old and had them start lifting weights, or play the piano, or run--pick anything you want. In ten years they'll be able to pick their classmates up and throw them across the room, play a scale as though each note was simply a continuation of the next one, with no break in between (this is a truly amazing sound to hear, allbeit a simple one), or outrun any of their friends. Because they've been trained from a young age. The brain has developed along with this skill, and the individual's mind- and body-set is in tune with what they have focussed on their entire lives.
That's why I think it's extremely important to love art from a young age--starting when you're older wont get the same results. Some one who starts to draw seriously when they're fifteen as oppose to five wont be able to blend features as naturally as genetics itself, create an action pose that simply works without any great amounts of erasing and thinking back to the basics of theory.
Another thing is to think out a drawing. Think of all the details...then just draw it. And draw it, and draw it. And draw it again.
The only way to truly learn to draw without thinking (and do it well :O) is to throw everything else to the wind. Because as long as you have pencil and paper, nothing else matters. Because you love it...
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Haha...it seems I have turned another into a Naruto fan, indirectly or directly. Hah..."I got mad at Zabuza for screwin' up the Kakashi caper..." That really is priceless, especially coming from who it did. Haha...
Well, today has sucked and been okay simultaniously. I drew a good (if I dare say so myself) picture of an adult Shikamaru, but it was during math detention, which is never particularly fun. *sigh*
Did anybody else find it kind of cute that Kishimotto-san tried to write his name in English in the last chapter of Naruto? The lower-case K and upper-case Is...heh. Maybe I'm just easily amused.
And I agree with my cousin--that last page must have been...an ordeal to draw. All those Narutos. Aiya~a...!
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Sunday, February 1, 2004
 Fwoosh!
*haircuttingnessoscityoplasm*
Yay! Me'sa having got a haircut. Pshooo...! It's a less-messy take on what Sakura's hair looked like after she cut it. Why did she go and even it out like that?? It was so much cooler with the front almost two feet long and the back all shortedness...
Hmmm...'soda'...sounds funny. XD Anyway, it's not like it actually *matters*. Ahaha...'slike how, in England, "momentarily" means "in one minute." Sometimes I wonder just how the world is able to communicate...
Hmmm...must research the Elizebethen judicial system...damn it. *bangs head on desk* I actually wrote a three page report yesterday...in forty-five minutes. It was for a long-term sub. in a class that has nothing to do with reports, so I just filled it up with alot of pictures and useless adjectives. Wheee...still have to do that biography of Mozart...but hey, that can wait. As can the judicial system of Elizebethen England.
Why do we have to learn English history?! And in...English class! Bah. We just do crap in history class, anyway...
Where has the weekend gone?! In ten hours, I'll have to go to sleep, and then I'll wake up and it'll be Monday and everything will suck again. Not that it isn't sucking currently, but hey.
Well, actually, I don't think anything will break my spirit at the moment, because I just got a brand new DMG!! Yeah!! *confetti* Time to go plan creative ways to kill my friends...being a DM is good.^_^
Oh, and my site's back up, on a different server, though it's still...under construction. Brinkster is such a piece of crap...
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Saturday, January 31, 2004
The Soup de Jour of the day is pasta noodle.
What a phrase...ai-yai-yai. *slaps forehead in disgust*
It occurs to me that I really ought to be doing my three projects that are all due in three days, none of which I have commenced, but I think they can wait. Well, there I go, procrastinating again. It occurs to me that I fit the "Seven Habbits of Highly Effective Teens" description of the "Procrastinator" perfectly. Why did I even bother reading that book?? I don't remember anything from it, bar something about soda and water. Something to do with being proactive...? O.o
Who actually uses the term 'soda', anyway?? Come on, people--everybody knows it's pop. o.o
Oh, and as a sort of plee: does any one (any one) understand le passe compose??? I'm dying here, people...*hides* Dagger? You take French, don't you? Wait...I know who I can go to! AHA! *runs off for a moment before realizing she has to e-mail the person in order to communicate with them*
Er...yes.
And, following Sakura-chan's theme...
The one thing I hate the most: *thinks really hard about which one really is the worst*
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Friday, January 30, 2004
Midis=Credits?!?!
What is the schoolboard coming to? There really is no point in trying to write about what happened...so, I'll script it.
Guidance Councelor:One of your electives next year will be computer sciences.
Class:nods
Guidance Councelor:It's worth one credit, and you take it for the entire year. The kind of stuff you'll be doing...mostly internet-based things...a big one is how to make midi files.
Class:
Something tells me that next year's gonna be a long one...midi files...midi files...*shakes head in disgust*
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Thursday, January 29, 2004
NaruTaru--just watch it.
Very rarely is their a work of fantasy created that portrays scenarios so realistic that it is almost a relief to see problems solved with some form of the super-natural.
Shiina Tamai is a twelve year old girl in the sixth grade, who, like most other children her age revolves around her friends more than anything else. She is a happy child, with few worries, never depressed. But, her life will soon change, for what can only be interperated as the worst...
It all starts when Shiina discovers a mysterious creature under water when visiting her grandparents; she nearly drowns, and is later found lying upon the shore, with no trace of a rescuer. It turns out that she has been rescued by the strange creature she discovered, but it does not end with simply saving her life. The creature decides it is going to stay with Shiina, and begins to follow her everywhere. At first, she thinks this a wonderful turn of events. However--upon meeting a strange girl at a kendo lesson, Shiina's outlook on life slowly begins to shift.
This girl, Akira Sakura, is depressed, suicidal. She tells her of a connection she has with a strange creature that looks almost exactly like the one Shiina found earlier. Only Akira's situation is much, much different: her Dragonet--as the beings are called--has invaded her mind, causing her to undergo nausiating mental situations, like falling from the sky, and the pain of hitting the ground. But this is only the beginning of the end of Shiina's life as a happy child.
Throw in a genocidal little boy, a group of bullies, and seven murders committed by a creature that manifests in her best friend's room, and Shiina's life has spiralled into something she has never experienced before...pain.
Do not allow the opening theme or animation-style to fool you--this is not a show for every one. Narutaru holds great moral ideals, deals with nearly every issue of growing up. Not to mention it is, perhaps, one of the most deep-delving psychological dramas ever created. Prepare to be frightened, and in many ways moved. That is, if you think you're prepared to watch all 13 episodes. As I said before: this show is definately not for every one. Yet, I find, it speaks to the small child inside all of us.
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Wednesday, January 28, 2004
EWWWWWWW!!!
FOR ANY ONE WHO WAS EVEN CONSIDERING VIEWING THE NARUTO DUBB: DON'T. It is the pinacle of both bad acting and...everything else that is bad in this world. The script is acurate--but the voices? *shudder* Shikamaru sounds like a constipated mole rat and Hinata...don't even make me get into that. Well, that's a warning.
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Tuesday, January 27, 2004
Apparently.
What's Your Outlook on Life?
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I doubt I would be impressed in any shape way or form by the Grand Canyon...but hey...O.o
Come on, fhqwhgads!
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Monday, January 26, 2004
Fwoosh...
It occurs to me that Tsunade is, in fact, my favourite Naruto character. I used to hate her, but now, she's Teh Awesome.^^ (thanks for that, Sasuke-kun)
Anyway, it occurs to me that Shizune and I have identical hair styles. Yeah!^^
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