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Yo guys, heads up...
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Just as a heads up - I don't usually come on this site anymore, not that anyone's really noticed (you self-centered pricks). I mean I'll still be around 'n shit, just know that I probably am not gonna be very responsive to crap because, well, I'm not going be here to run this little crippled account.
I may also move accounts too at some point in the near/distantly soon future (like in a couple hours soon), seeing as how my birthday is off by ehhhh, six years and one day. Plus I'm tired of this handle. I also follow way too many people and for me to only come on this site once every month or so, its too much mail to handle in one sitting. Like seriously, I made this thing when I was like 14-15. And I'm embarrassed and ashamed of my younger middle school self who thought she was a great artist, 'cause let's face it: I was a shitty kid with deteriorating morals, not that those are any better today. If anything, they're worse.
But that's beside the point. I said I may be moving and I lied. I WILL be moving. And I will only take a couple of my pieces (of shit) with me when I go.
This is my new profile: nicico.deviantart.com/
I may also move accounts too at some point in the near/distantly soon future (like in a couple hours soon), seeing as how my birthday is off by ehhhh, six years and one day. Plus I'm tired of this handle. I also follow way too many people and for me to only come on this site once every month or so, its too much mail to handle in one sitting. Like seriously, I made this thing when I was like 14-15. And I'm embarrassed and ashamed of my younger middle school self who thought she was a great artist, 'cause let's face it: I was a shitty kid with deteriorating morals, not that those are any better today. If anything, they're worse.
But that's beside the point. I said I may be moving and I lied. I WILL be moving. And I will only take a couple of my pieces (of shit) with me when I go.
This is my new profile: nicico.deviantart.com/
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About Fricken Time
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I have finally uploaded a picture! I'm so proud of myself! And.... That's all I wanted to say.
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Lazy Lazy Lazy
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Yes, I am very lazy. I don't like to do detailed pictures like drawings of zebras or giraffes or leopards and such. Hate it. All those stripes or spots just kills me. I have procrastination issues. HUGE procrastinator. I don't get around to major projects until that day or night before. Projects where I have a shit ton of time. Doesn't matter. I won't do it on time. Another thing, I have a mean streak. I say what I want to say when I'm up to the occasion. On special occasions, I'll get angry enough to tell a teacher to shove it up their anus. Like the most recent occasion, that bitch Thournir. May I also point out that she has no husband, probably because she scared all the men with her icy demeanor. She's an art teacher who's one of those teachers that is a bitch without cause. She'll walk up to me and just stare for a couple minutes, just looming over my shoulder like my failures. So she'll stare at me, and then point out something she doesn't like with my piece I'm working on. In the newest episode of 'Bitch at the Student', we are doing an art project. Texture....On a paper bag. Like, seriously, a brown fucking paper bag. So she's staring at me until finally:
ME: (turns around) May I help you?
THOURNIR: Where's your bag? It's supposed to be in front of you.
(I've been working on this picture of a paper bag, surprisingly not talking. I'm in one of those famous bad moods I'm in occasionally.)
ME: At home.
THOURNIR: Why?
ME: Because I was cleaning out my backpack for state testing, I didn't want to be toting around a heavy backpack even though I was gonna be doing mostly half-days.
THOURNIR: But you're supposed to have the bag!
ME: I've been going from memory. I have a photographic memory. Plus, Tim's bag is (gestures to the right) is here.
THOURNIR: (scoffs) No you don't (referring to my photographic memory) They don't exist. And you can't use Tim's - it's not the right angle.
ME: (grabs up Tim's bag and sets it in front of me) Now it is. Problem solved.
THOURNIR: But now he doesn't have the right angle.
(He's nearly done, just erasing some bits outside of the line)
ME: He's done.
THOURNIR: Go get your bag.
ME: Technically, I can't. It's at home, but if you want, I could, but by the time I come back, this period would be over, so I think you meant to say, go grab another bag? (glares)
Yes, I do hate her, greater than or equal to her amount of hatred for me. Yes, I do realize that was me being extremely bitchy at the end, (I brought this all upon myself, etc, etc, etc) but I really do get tired of hearing her whine, bitch, and moan at me all the time. Every time I see her face, I just want to punch a baby, like, in the face... Wait, that wouldn't satisfy me. I would need to take a sack full of kittens and puppies and...... I have an attitude problem. And an anger problem. And I don't take very many peoples' shit. I have trust issues. I don't like to cry either. I'm fine when other people do, I just hate to do it. Especially when it's that unannounced, uncontrollable sobbing some nights when I'm feeling particularly shitty. Not to get all emo on myself -I assume I'm the only person who ever reads this, so I'm basically talking to myself- I just feel so............ Worthless.
ME: (turns around) May I help you?
THOURNIR: Where's your bag? It's supposed to be in front of you.
(I've been working on this picture of a paper bag, surprisingly not talking. I'm in one of those famous bad moods I'm in occasionally.)
ME: At home.
THOURNIR: Why?
ME: Because I was cleaning out my backpack for state testing, I didn't want to be toting around a heavy backpack even though I was gonna be doing mostly half-days.
THOURNIR: But you're supposed to have the bag!
ME: I've been going from memory. I have a photographic memory. Plus, Tim's bag is (gestures to the right) is here.
THOURNIR: (scoffs) No you don't (referring to my photographic memory) They don't exist. And you can't use Tim's - it's not the right angle.
ME: (grabs up Tim's bag and sets it in front of me) Now it is. Problem solved.
THOURNIR: But now he doesn't have the right angle.
(He's nearly done, just erasing some bits outside of the line)
ME: He's done.
THOURNIR: Go get your bag.
ME: Technically, I can't. It's at home, but if you want, I could, but by the time I come back, this period would be over, so I think you meant to say, go grab another bag? (glares)
Yes, I do hate her, greater than or equal to her amount of hatred for me. Yes, I do realize that was me being extremely bitchy at the end, (I brought this all upon myself, etc, etc, etc) but I really do get tired of hearing her whine, bitch, and moan at me all the time. Every time I see her face, I just want to punch a baby, like, in the face... Wait, that wouldn't satisfy me. I would need to take a sack full of kittens and puppies and...... I have an attitude problem. And an anger problem. And I don't take very many peoples' shit. I have trust issues. I don't like to cry either. I'm fine when other people do, I just hate to do it. Especially when it's that unannounced, uncontrollable sobbing some nights when I'm feeling particularly shitty. Not to get all emo on myself -I assume I'm the only person who ever reads this, so I'm basically talking to myself- I just feel so............ Worthless.
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