Working On A Project Page!

I'm so very excited at all the awesome projects I've got going right now. I feel as though my creative flow hasn't been so invested in such an incredibly long time. Sure, I'm not making too much money on them yet... But not many things work that way in the first place.

I'm probably going to be making a sort of...project page to link everything together here, but I've also been thinking of making another hosting place for all this stuff. Perhaps a tumblr page? I'm just feeling as though I could be putting up all this stuff somewhere where it might get more of a light shown on it. Maybe I should do some research on a wordpress site.

That takes sooooo much effort though! Urgh! I'll think more on it later~

Photo Friday - Vibrancy

Curse You, Sinuses!!!

So...

Those wonderful days of clear weather and an awesome springtime breeze are gone apparently. Because, once again, my sinuses are assaulting me and my sense of self. I can't breathe worth beans through my nose and my eyes feel like they are attempting to pop out.

I'm back trying home remedies and hoping I'll be getting some more medicine soon. I hate taking allergy pills, but they help so much at times. In the meantime I'm just going to keep my nose to the grindstone and do as much work as I can on my many projects.

Even right now I'm just... urgh! x_x;

Twenty-Five Years

It really is kinda strange when I think about it for too long.

I've been alive for twenty-five years.

And each one of those years is a blessing to me, for so many my age don't make it as long as I have. Taken by illness or injury, a cruel twist of fate or even their own hand... Life is harsh to those who wish to grow and thrive. I am happy to understand how fortunate I am that I have lived to the age that I have.

Both my brother and my cousin were taken far too young. I pay my respects to relatives in the cemetery who haven't gotten nearly as far as I and I thank my lucky stars for having been given this chance to survive. Each year, however difficult, has been an opportunity to breach the heavens and to learn all that I can. To trek down the path of self-actualization and to learn from my elders and peers.

I'm angry at the notion that growing older is a bad thing. I hear people who talk to one another in coffee shops and supermarkets, complaining that they are growing older and that they have one more wrinkle or stretch mark to add to their body. So what? Life isn't about living like a porcelain doll. Life is an experience, we should live it as such.

Why waste time to think about how we'll look when we're in our eighties? We should be living in the present because it is only in the present that we can do anything about our future. Worrying about a wrinkle or a little bit of crow's feet around the eye isn't going to do anyone any good. I have major laugh lines around my mouth and do I spend my time worrying about them? Nope! I'm a smiler. I always have been and I always will be.

So here's to another wonderful year full of experience and possibility. I only wish to have the opportunity to look beyond my faults and to learn from my mistakes with a light heart and a head held high.

To Twenty-Five!

Best Birthday Ever

So...

I'm currently obsessed with the whole "Slenderman" thing right now.

Yeah, yeah. I know. Missed the "big trend" by a couple years, but at least it shows I'm interested in the concept itself and not whatever is the latest "thing".

Anyways, you might be asking "What does this have to do with your birthday, though?"

It has a lot to do with my birthday because the people I know are awesome.

I was lured out to the "woods" this evening.

Well, it took a whole heck of a lot of luring because I wasn't about to go off into the middle of nowhere at night no matter how adventurous I am. Call my genre savvy, feh.

Getting back on track though... I was finally coerced to going out and into the local recreational wildlife preserve with a friend of mine around eight at night. Of course, I had a knife and my pepperspray in tow in case anyone decided to pop up on me...

And as my friend and I were heading down one of the trails...guess what we spotted on a nearby tree?

If you guessed one of the deadly "pages" from "Slender: The Eight Pages" you would be correct.

I got to play Slenderman in real life and it was epic! And to top it all off? Right when I was just looking for "Page Six" like in my playthrough I ran into "Slenderman" XD

It was magic.

Writing Exercise! Nonstop Freestyle!

So I gave myself a little writing exercise. The only rules? I can't stop writing and I can't go back and correct anything. It was pretty fun to see what my mind created.

Here are the results! And, mind you, this is just as I wrote it, freestyle and such, so please excuse the errors! XD

Paper to pen, pen to paper?

Emelio mulled the phrase over and again in his whispy blond head, attemptimng to lodge in himself some semblance of the teaches Master Yule had constantly pounded inot him. It was a tiring time for him, a boy whose passion was galloping away on his proud ebony horse “nightengale”. He often savored those sweet afternoon hours far from home and the dreary, suffocating castle.

But today he was stuck in the vice-like grip of Yule again and his professor was not going to let him out any time soon. In fact, the more Emelior stared at the clock the more he could notice each slight turn on the hand and how positively slow it moved. Why was time like that? Fast when one was having fun and yet soooo slow when one was in the midst of a moody professor?

“Finished your puzzle yet, Prince?” that high pitched man-voice spilled across Emelio's desk and all at once the young man stared up at the thin and gaudy sir before him.

Professor Yule was never one for the finer things in life. His clothes were stark black with a strange scarf of emearald adorned around him. He always kept himself completely straight and constantly reminded Emelio of some sort of board. The kind that never bent, but always seemed to break under pressure.

Of course, Emilio had yet to find that pressure point to break this teacher of his. Instead he let his eyes dart across the piece of parchment before him and shifted his shoulder sweekly. Professor Yule bent down and let a thin fineger scrape across the words, his beady eyes studying the contents curiously. Finally, with a hugff he looked back onto his student and sighed.

“There really is no use, is there? The bright young son of Lord Karver and yet I can't find any clever wit to be had in your homework. Nothing, but day dreaming about horses and sunbathing in the foothills of Mor. It's apparent to me that you will accend to the ranks fo court jester before you ever make it to “King”.

Emilio straightened himself and glowered at this teacher. Through gritted teeth he mocked a smile and a low bow, which nearly made his chin touch his desk.

“I'm so veeerrrryyy sorry your most aspiring Profeesssoor!” He excalaimed. “It would appear to me that my humble and weak mind paired with yours can only cause me to wither and stale. Perhaps I am far too much a fool to be your student. Perhaps you should explain this to my father, that he fathered an idtio who cannot be taught by this most cunning and demanding teacher. Perhaps then he will realize YOU are the crown prince and YOU deserve the throne more than I.”

Professor Yule sniffed carefully and something most peculior happened. He swept himself a bow far lower than that which Emilio had trained into. When he rose again there was something almost mischevious in those eyes of his. And when he spke his voice was strong and even.

“Oh, no no your majesty. A throne is never what I desire or deserve. I need only a student willing to learn and I will find myself at peace. You see, only such a modest and careful soul as I would dare to harbor a need to see Prince Emilio actually learning his studies instead of attempting to spoil his latest tutor.”

Emilio blaunched and went back to his lessons.

Valiant Knights Do Battle!

Courtesy of the Sonora Celtic Faire