Anywho... What's been going on with me lately:
A week or so ago I tried oekaki for the first time (oekakicentral.com) and I did not like it. I took five days completing a portrait and when I tried to submit it, it got lost, because apparently in the interim the website had deleted my account. I didn't know that the site thought I was inactive; I didn't know it would delete my account if I didn't post comments or images to the site within the first 5 days.... bah!
Before my oekaki stint, my computer went haywire. I thought that everything had been lost because I haven't been saving to my storage drive(more than half a year's worth of writing and painting... stuff you guys haven't seen...), but I was wrong(Thankfully!.) My dad's business partner took my computer away to look at it... and apparently the power source had melted. So then he kept it for a week, fixed it, and replaced the power source. He also retrieved my stuff from the computer, so everything wasn't lost after all. Now I'm extra careful when saving files (in the storage drive, under drive c backup).
I didn't have a breakdown (precisely) when my computer crashed (it was restarting but it only went as far as a black screen with white text telling that a file was corrupted or missing...). Instead, I grabbed a sketchbook and started sketching the last thing I had been digitally painting, but then my hand slipped. I lost it (figuratively,aye?) and fairly beat my pencil stub against that poor paper.(Huh, instead of punching walls I stab paper...how boring). Then I was calm. and terrified. and calm. and blank. and terrified. and calm.
That was three weeks ago. Now school is starting up again and I'm gonna be walking around the halls covered in bandages and gauze and tape (and poison ivy). At least I have a reasonable excuse for not wanting to hug people ;D .
Toodaloo, peeps, and happy 8th birthday dA!








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