Sunday, September 30, 2007

This is going to be utter rant-age because I feel like it. So there, take that. Erm.. I have major issues.

Oh I've actually been thinking about posting my writing here... Would enyone be interested in that? If you are interested leave me a comment or sign my guestbook with a request to read Ink's stories. I'll probably end up posting a little story at the end of this anyway. So if you want to read go to the end- you'll get to see my writing style...

OK. And now I said I'd rant. And rant I shall!!! RAAANT!!!! D:
Yeah- ok. I got 44 veiws on my newest pic. and then 4 votes. no comments. no favorites. nothing. and for all of those people who "hablan espanol": nada. There. Please if you're going to look at it. Vote for it. I know we all have short attention spans. [This coming from someone so ADD I don't even have the patience to match my socks.] And I know it's difficult to click a little box. But seriously no one is that pressed for time that you can't at least vote for something. I vote [and/or comment] for near everything I view. And for someone to do the same- I would sure appreciate it. I mean. I know I'm not a good artist. Considering I don't get barely any votes I realize that. But at least comment about why my drawing looks crappy. Tell me how I can improve!! *shockgasphorror* heck no, Ink, we can't tell you how to improve we're all just soooo much better than you that we don't have the time to spare wisdom... That my friends, is dumb. I mean seriously. I know I'm a good artist. [Wow... I just totally contradicted myself.] I have people tell me I'm a good artist. Unless my best friend in the entire world [whom I confide in and trust with every fibre of my being] is lying. Which I highly doubt. But still. I mean just please vote? T_T *desperation* Please I can't stand it. I already have self-esteem issues. Seriously. I'm a teenager. We're like walking self-esteem issues. So there please vote [or comment, I wouldn't be oppossed to that at all] lest I melt into a pile of rejected-mush. At least my ramen loves me. <3

XD

And here. Without further ado: I give you Ink's Writing! *doctor-frankenstein-laughter* [though, I prefer young frankenstein.... "puttin' on the riiiitz" XD]


She smelled of cherries. Mr. Collins decided. Cherries and cinnamon actually. Spicy and sweet.

She was too young to be so old. Too sweet to be so sour. And hardly to spicy to be so bland. And whatever contradiction was made by his thoughts; he decided, was so fitting to her that it could not be recanted.

What was so different about her, then? Was it that she reminded him of her? Or was it that she was just such a remarkable person? She had tended to her brother when he had fallen ill, and from her experiences in doing so, had taken up child psychology. Anyone, in his rather jaundiced opinion who tried to understand the minds of others, was off their rocker... But she was usually spot-on with her diagnoses. So straightforward and gentle about it, in a caring way that made her patients feel loved.

"What're you staring at?" She asked one eyebrow cocked in bemused irritation.

"Hnn?" Mr. Collins asked, rattled from his thoughts. He had been staring at her of course. Lost in his trail of thought. "Oh," he hid a blush behind his normal stupified expression, "Never mind."

"Mmmhmmm," she hummed tapping her pen against one daintily curved lip, "thought so."

Mr. Collin's just smiled at her. Because, that's all he could do.
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