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Confessions of a Weasel


White-trash Weasel
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Look at me, I'm posting on my LiveJournal! I haven't done that in forever. Look how old my userpic is, it was before I knew how to ink properly in Photoshop.

It's early (for me) and I had too much caffeine and that means I need to write stuff down to help me organize my thoughts, and since I post too much writing on Tumblr and FA I decided I would dust off my LJ.

So my art is starting to develop an actual overarching theme to it and I must say I've veered off into an unexpected direction: white trash. That's what my art is about now, just dirty, trashy white people who drag down society and make me hate myself. The people I grew up around who made my life a living hell; I have become fascinated with them. Maybe it's because now I live in a civilized town (who knew those existed in NC?) and I can take a step back and realize just how pathetic my hometown really was.

I didn't notice this budding obsession until recently. I've always drawn punks because they turn me on, but then I started getting into rednecks and then suddenly someone referred to me as the "white-trash weasel" and I realized that that's exactly what I was. It's starting to show up in my school work, too. For illustration class I made a magazine spread discussing Alligator Adventure in Myrtle Beach (the redneck capital of the East Coast) and now I'm creating a retelling of an Aesop's Fable where the animals are redneck hunters who get trapped by a Deliverance-esq hillbilly lion living in the woods.

Until now my art was all over the place, but I think I've finally found my "thing". I have a story to tell the world, or maybe more of a warning. Or an unflattering mirror. Whatever it is I'm excited to have found a subject that I can finally get into.

Viss President
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It's All Gonna Burn
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I am in such a weird mood. I keep wanting to post something here but every time I start writing an entry it becomes rambling and goes nowhere. I'm supposed to be writing a paper right now but it's haaard. D=

Man I don't know what's up with me lately, it's like my mind is just always somewhere else. The first half of this week is pretty much a nightmare: tomorrow I have to have a 10-page paper finished, as well as two zodiac illustrations and my second-to-the-last mockups for my packaging design project. In design I am marketing kitchenware to punk rockers through a company called Anarchy in the Kitchen. My designs have been a big hit so far and I only need to make minor changes to everything, it's just assembling it all that's going to take forever. I'm glad I chose to package small things instead of big crap like a deli slicer or something, though.

Last night I almost paid Clark to write my paper for me in exchange for $60 and a free drawing, but I backed out due to moral objections and also because he doesn't have access to a decent enough library at the moment. I'm in the library right now with four books about Michelangelo's sculptures but I just can't seem to focus on this paper. I'm writing about his first Pieta sculpture; a sculpture practically dripping with subtext and ripe for last minute research paper BSing.

I don't think I can properly convey just how WEIRD of a mood I'm in. Didn't sleep last night, won't sleep again tonight, and then I still have to sit through my classes tomorrow. I can barely stay awake in class after one all-nighter, so I have no idea what I'm going to do.

After tomorrow everything gets easier, though. Three one-page article summaries to finish by the first reading day, then 6 photos to take of "imperfections" followed by the assembling of my photography portfolio (read: lots and lots of matting) and then assembly of my final package designs and completion of my finall illustration. I was originally planning to redo one of my earlier illustrations projects as well, but I don't know if I can handle all of that.

For a while there I was really getting back into drawing furry stuff but now I don't have time for it. I hope that when summer gets here I can be super-productive, again.
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Yoshi
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Here, while I'm posting on things and also wired from drinking PREMIUM GAS STATION COFFEE I think I'll write an actual data entry.

So I don't live in the nicest apartment in the world. It's close to campus and the rent is low so I guess you could say that it serves its purpose, but there are sketchy characters around here, and none are as sketchy as the group who live in the corner apartment one door down from me. Arc and I are 95% sure they are drug dealers since they never leave to go to work or school and people are constantly going in and out of their apartment. Also they recently put this sign on their door telling people not to come in before 1 o'clock, which is a weird sign to put on a private residence, and whenever Arc or I leave our apartment one of them cracks open their door and stares at us. They're creepy as hell.

As if that wasn't weird enough, they have this one mentally disabled guy living with them who sometimes stands in front of the building and makes these yelping sounds for several minutes at a time. He doesn't seem to be able to talk and I'm not sure why they just let him wander around like that but whatever.

SO about three days ago a bunch of new people came to visit them and they started having this little cookout-type thing. There were like ten or more of them out there in front of their door hanging out, staring at people walking by, seriously freaking everyone out. This cookout lasted for two nights, and then last night suddenly we heard yelping similar to what we normally hear from that one disabled guy, except it sounded like a girl's voice. We couldn't quite see her through the peep hole but since it was otherwise totally silent we just assumed one girl was standing out their yelping by herself. At about 6 this morning I went out to get breakfast and was horrified to discover that about 6 or 7 people were sitting out there. None of them were talking, but they were making noises. The girl and one guy were yelping, a few others were doing this sort of low hum thing, and essentially it was just the most frightening thing I have ever seen. I mean, imagine this: it's still dark outside. You leave your apartment, not expecting to see jack shit on the way to your car, and then you are faced with about 6 strangers staring at you making unintelligible noises, with not a single one actually talking. What in the name of god are you supposed to think?

I can't make sense of it. The best explanation I could come up with was that this was some sort of gathering of the mentally disabled, which doesn't make ANY sense because they were up all night long hanging out and grilling outside of a shitty corner apartment. It was enough to make me not want to go outside for the rest of the day, though. Seriously, I don't even think Kubrick could have thrown together a more unnerving scene than what I saw last night.

Uhg, I had more to talk about but now I just feel all crawly.
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We're Turning Your Bedroom Back Into the Computer Room
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Turn yourself in for abuse of an exotic animal.
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So this is just coming out of nowhere but I feel like ranting for old time's sake.

I fucking hate ferret owners. Every single one of them. They are the most obnoxious, delusional, fucked up people around, and they don't let you forget it.

To a ferret owner, anything anyone (besides themselves) has ever done to a ferret is abuse. You take your ferret for a walk? You're exhausting it, that's abuse. You feed your ferret some ferret food? It's not the right brand, that's abuse. You fill their water bottle? Not perfectly room temperature, abuse. Give them a bath? Water is too deep and/or shallow, abuse. Play with them? You might as well have chucked it off the roof onto a bed of spikes. Anything and everything is abuse. Look up some YouTube videos and see what I mean, every video of a ferret has at least ten people accusing the owner of animal abuse.

And by this logic of course they all have ferrets that were rescued from an abusive home. Seriously, ferrets can ONLY be born into homes where they are horribly beaten and starved 24/7 based on all accounts I've heard. "This is my ferret Demothenese, who we rescued from an abusive home. All he needed was a little love! His smile is finally starting to come out and I know we did the right thing by taking him in and nursing him back to health! Here are some pictures of him set to sad acoustic guitar music. God bless!"

And then a hundred other ferret owners accuse her of abuse because the photos aren't white-balanced or something.

I just hate them all so much. When you buy a ferret, you are basically saying that you want to feel better than everyone else. You want to have the moral high ground in every animal-related argument and goddammit you are a fucking saint for taking in this disgusting, smelly little bottomless poop bag whom you paid about $200 for.

Yeah, I know I own a ferret, too (even though I got mine for free because I'm awesome), but sometimes I'm ashamed to own one. It's like, my god, I belong to the worst group of pet owners there is, even worse than the sugar glider crowd.

There's no real point here, I just had to get that out there. I do love Fiasco even though he's a horrible little monster that ruins everything. Wouldn't trade him for anything.

Except maybe a dog or a cat or a fish or pretty much any other animal imaginable. Or a new TV. Or one of those really expensive aged cheeses.
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Tarnation
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Girlie Drinks and Parlor Games
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So I've gotten into the most normal and productive sleep cycle of my entire life: bed at 10, get up at 6. I rise with the sun now and it feels damn good. Even though I always considered myself a night person it's really awesome to be awake during the day without being tired or hungry (I have time for breakfast now). Unfortunately I couldn't sleep for crap last night. Somehow I kept waking up hot and sweaty, even though it was no more hot or humid than usual as far as I know. I'm pretty sure I woke up Arc a few times because he wasn't so perky this morning. I got up at 6:30, a little later than usual, and felt pretty crappy.

Anyway, I normally have class at 8 o'clock every Tuesday and Thursday, so I walked to campus. When I got to the design classroom the door was locked and there was only one other person there waiting for class to begin, and this was 5 minutes before 8. She asked me if class had been canceled, so I checked my email and sure enough the professor was sick and had canceled class. The girl was glad I came and told her, as she was also sick and wanted to go home. Ick.

So I could have slept in today, and I really needed to. Instead of walking back home (it's a 30 minute walk, kinda far) I went to the Courtside Cafe, the ONLY cafe downtown that's open at 8 a.m., and got coffee and French toast. When you can't sleep, coffee is usually a good alternative. I'm feeling a little more frisky now, but damn I wish I had checked my email this morning. I don't know how everyone else manages to remember, I mean the school's email system sucks and I hate using it. Wish I could just have it all forwarded to my main address.

Also I guess everyone's getting sick. When I was a kid I loved getting sick and didn't understand why you would ever try to stay healthy when sickness meant you could stay at home, but now I dread disease more than most things. I wish sick people would just stay the fuck away from campus.

Some sketches and a picture of my ferret. Sort of NSFW.Collapse )

I got a new digital camera for my photography class, and it's a nice one. I might be taking and posting more pictures for a while. Stay tuned!

Happy JEW Year!
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Whatever that means!

More WIP art! NSFW!Collapse )
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Memeage
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When you read this you're tagged. Take a picture of you in your current state, no changing your clothes or quickly putting on makeup. NO PHOTOSHOP. Show your F-List the real you!

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Well, there ya go, internet. Merry Christmas!
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