I haven't really been active on DA for... about a year... maybe more.

I'm sorry

Maybe this will change, maybe it won't. Either way, don't expect too much to pop up on this account, or expect this account to comment/fav anything anytime soon. Maybe I'll get back into it. Eventually.

Okay so, apparently there's this thing called the Encyclopedia Dramatica, which I hadn't known about until a couple days ago, when someone posted a link to the article on DA in some comment on someone's page (leeching, obviously, but eh whatever). I'm going to say this as simply as possible: IF YOU LOVE YOUR BRAIN CELLS, DO NOT GO TO ENCYCLOPEDIA DRAMATICA. What starts off as hilariously funny and you can't get enough of it (like the DA article, and a few links to a few choice people and some REALLY WEIRD SHIT: see The Great Sonic-ide of 2007 [scratch that, DON'T]) slowly becomes an addiction as you continue clicking... and clicking... "huh I wonder what THIS person did... ooh, this person's in connection with that stupid person, I wonder what THEY did" and very randomly you will be transported to a page about Mudkips (btw axolotls are AWESOME... that nerdy comment had nothing to do with ED whatsoever) and RULE #34 (out of pure curiosity, because I have a picture on my computer of a guy staring very horrified-like at a computer with RULE #34 written above it)

Let me make perfectly clear: DON'T EVER INVESTIGATE RULE#34 INVOLVING CALVIN AND HOBBES. ...you're all gonna go do it now, aren't you? no but seriously, I thought I was a jaded, seasoned internet-goer (hell, goatse doesn't even bother me that much), but nothing prepares you for Rule #34 of the Calvin and Hobbes. I think I'm going to have nightmares tonight. *convulses*

Now that that's done, part of the reason I'm writing this is because of all the crazy people I've seen on DA telling nice people to "fuck off, that's your interpretation" when all they've done is post (what I feel is) a legitimate, thoughtful and polite critique that included both the bad and the good. Example: "I liked the way you did *blah* but *blah* is lacking, and you could improve if you *blah*" Response: "FUCK OFF ITS MY ART"

The reason I bring this to attention is the fact that maaaybe, just maybe, people have started to back off on critical comments for sheer frustration at stupid people like this. My response for this is please don't.

If anyone happens through my gallery, even in its current bareness, please (if that's what you do, what you're good at) do not hesitate to tear apart my art, as long as you do it politely. I LOVE critical comments. I have a lot to learn, and the only way I can get better is if I know what I'm doing wrong, and I usually can't tell offhand exactly why the picture looks weird. So please, pleeeease criticize. As long as it's constructive, it's all good.

Obviously comments like, "U SUCK" aren't constructive... but I shouldn't have to explain that

Now I really need to get away from the internet before my head explodes and I die from some horrible drama-induced seizure. *convulses*

I will leave my story up because it's spiffy

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The Official Story of How I Sprained My Ankle:

So basically at my school there's this building called the Wildlife and Fisheries building, and they have a lot of stuffed animals on display, and in one of the classrooms they have a bunch of animal heads lining the walls (I know, I know, it's horrifying, but kinda cool at the same time). Anyway, one day I was playing with a blowgun in the classroom, missed my target, and just happened to accidentally hit the antelope head in the perfect place that would make it fall. It fell, and split open and stuff, and its horns fell off and all kinds of nasty things happened to it.

Now, I knew if I didn't fix it right away, I would get into some serious trouble, and probably be expelled, so I knew I had to get another antelope head to replace it. I would have to kill an antelope, cut off its head, and replace the broken head. Problem was, I found an antelope but didn't have the heart to kill it (I can't even kill a spider! what was I thinking?) so instead of killing one myself I got the bright idea of stealing an already dead antelope from a cheetah.

So I did. I snuck up behind the cheetah and took off running with the dead antelope in my arms. I wasn't really thinking about how I was gonna outrun the cheetah, though, because I didn't anticipate that it would chase me to get its dead antelope back. It chased me. I ran.

And as I was running, dead antelope in my arms, I accidentally stepped in a pothole, rolled my ankle, and crashed to the ground. The antelope went flying out of my arms and crashed to the ground somewhere ahead of me.

I couldn't move because of the incredible pain I was experiencing from having sprained my ankle just then, so all I could do was cower when the cheetah pounced. And the cheetah pounced. But... it didn't maul me. All it wanted was its dead antelope back, so it growled in my face as a warning not to do it again, grabbed its dead antelope, and took off running to a safe spot where it could eat, leaving me stranded in the middle of the road, unable to walk.

Fortunately one of my friends saw me and carried me to my dorm room, where I proceeded to throw up all over the bathroom and make a lot of people very very angry.

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I have unofficially entered myself in these contests:

*fireflyskys's contest IS OVER: [link] but my entry is on my front page... when I'm less lazy I'll link it
=PeligrosoRebellion's contest [link] (ideas, ideas, nothing on paper!)

Member of

bwehehe...

Alright, so, I sprained my ankle last Friday evening, right? Right. And it was nasty enough of a sprain to where three different people (doctor-types) wanted me to get x-rays to make sure it wasn't broken (which I did--it's not) but it's still swollen to GIGANTIC proportions (though it's no longer the size of a softball, like those first couple days) and I'm STILL stuck in this boot for the next four weeks, but I really can't complain because the boot is much much happier than crutches... which the physical therapist kinda yelled at me for not using XD

ANYWAY, I got tired of explaining to everyone how I sprained it and them going "really?? that's all??" so I've decided to *remember* how it actually happened.

So basically at my school there's this building called the Wildlife and Fisheries building, and they have a lot of stuffed animals on display, and in one of the classrooms they have a bunch of animal heads lining the walls (I know, I know, it's horrifying, but kinda cool at the same time). Anyway, one day I was playing with a blowgun in the classroom, missed my target, and just happened to accidentally hit the antelope head in the perfect place that would make it fall. It fell, and split open and stuff, and its horns fell off and all kinds of nasty things happened to it.

Now, I knew if I didn't fix it right away, I would get into some serious trouble, and probably be expelled, so I knew I had to get another antelope head to replace it. I would have to kill an antelope, cut off its head, and replace the broken head. Problem was, I found an antelope but didn't have the heart to kill it (I can't even kill a spider! what was I thinking?) so instead of killing one myself I got the bright idea of stealing an already dead antelope from a cheetah.

So I did. I snuck up behind the cheetah and took off running with the dead antelope in my arms. I wasn't really thinking about how I was gonna outrun the cheetah, though, because I didn't anticipate that it would chase me to get its dead antelope back. It chased me. I ran.

And as I was running, dead antelope in my arms, I accidentally stepped in a pothole, rolled my ankle, and crashed to the ground. The antelope went flying out of my arms and crashed to the ground somewhere ahead of me.

I couldn't move because of the incredible pain I was experiencing from having sprained my ankle just then, so all I could do was cower when the cheetah pounced. And the cheetah pounced. But... it didn't maul me. All it wanted was its dead antelope back, so it growled in my face as a warning not to do it again, grabbed its dead antelope, and took off running to a safe spot where it could eat, leaving me stranded in the middle of the road, unable to walk.

Fortunately one of my friends saw me and carried me to my dorm room, where I proceeded to throw up all over the bathroom and make a lot of people very very angry.

And THAT, my friends, THAT is how I officially actually sprained my ankle.



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I have unofficially entered myself in these contests:

*fireflyskys's contest [link]
=PeligrosoRebellion's contest [link]

Neither of which I've started, both of which I have ideas for.

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UPDATE ---
I'm not completely dead to the drawing-ness world! I'm currently in the middle of three separate drawings, all three started, none of them finished, only one of them partway colored... PLUS I have unofficially entered myself in these contests:

*fireflyskys's contest [link]
*PeligrosoRebellion's contest [link]

Neither of which I've started, both of which I have ideas for.

I'm going on a debate tournament this weekend, and since it's my first I KNOW I'm probably gonna suck hardcore, so I probably won't make it past the first or second round, so I'll have a lot of time to sit and draw/color. So finally, FINALLY, I'll have some non-old stuff up there

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I GUESS I could talk about me... I don't reeeeeally have to, but it's fun. I guess. Maybe not.

I'll start off by saying that I am NOT a newcomer to DeviantArt, despite what my stats may tell you. They are deceiving, deceiving I tell you! I've been at it since... 2004-ish... but I went on a two-year hiatus and when I came back my old account made me shiver in the horror that was me at 16. I am now 19 (almost 20). You can imagine, can't you? IMAGINE THE HORROR!

Maybe one day when I'm brave enough I'll give a link to my old account, but for now let's just say it's still out there festering somewhere... and I don't wanna think about it.

My drawing's improved a LOT. That's one thing. Another thing is I'm now halfway through my second year of college, and as a double major in Zoology and Marine Biology I have an overload of hardcore science classes and don't often have time to draw as much as I used to. So you may not see too many new deviations from me. As it is most of the ones posted are at least a year old, if not more. Except the ID. I did that recently, and specifically for DeviantArt.

If you're at all curious (as if...), my ultimate goal in life is to be an animal behaviorist studying new ways to measure intelligence in dogs/birds. Weird? Yes. Inspired my my now favorite book of all time: Animals in Translation by Temple Grandin. Apparently they taught a parrot how to recognize colors, then to recognize sounds based on letters, and from there it taught itself how to spell, and surprised them all when he spelled out the word "nut" in a fit of anger when it didn't get its nut. So.... I have theories. And stuff. Mmhmm.

I'm also convinced that PHYTOPLANKTON is the single most coolest word in the English language... and also convinced that phytoplankton are probably the single most important organisms on the planet we like to call Earth. Not only do they provide the majority of the oxygen we breathe, they are the bottom and most important part of the ocean food chain, and fuel the energetic processes of all sea life ever in existence. Plus they're reeeeally cool to look at!

I'm going to end by not talking, because it would probably be a REALLY good idea for me to shut up at this moment in time...

END! Bwahaha.

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I will put something meaningful here!

One of these days!