REMEMBER THIS GUY? Observe the painful optical process.

 Here he is with glass eyes that didn't really fit him- looks like I was watching doctor who that day on the laptop XD

 And here he was an hour ago, with the lovely "glass" eyes I made myself, custom fit, custom colors. They really are nice. And his face has definatly improved.











And here in the fourth picture, FACIAL DISTORTION.

Now here he is now, I fixed his face after noticing how wide it was in the pictures. I couldn't see it because of the lighting was casting shadows.  His eyes are a bit lopsided now, after crudely scraping away extra clay with a fingernail. I love his expression in the first picture before all the madness, and hope to recreate that XD Now with the eyes he looks so alive- Man, he's a pretty thing XD He looks MUCH better in person, trust me. He just looks creepy there.
Oh yes, and I fell asleep with my ipod left on. Had a dream about David Bowie. I was at a concert (should of realised it was a dream right then- David Bowie on tour. At least he makes those cool music videos.) And I met him afterwards, and gave him a hug. That's not the first thing that would come to mind if this was a lucid dream, I'd come up with something better than that XD But I did. And he smelled normal- That's one thing I remember. If it was George Harrison, I'd assume he'd have an earthy sort of smell, with a bit of cigarette. if it was Jimmy Page he'd just smell kind of odd, like a mixture of incense and vodka or something like that. If it were thin white duke Bowie, I'd say milk and smoke, with a hint of chipotle, possibly masked by a cologne. But no- He smelled human. Not in a bad way, he smelled like a human would. Not even a cat- a person. Odd. I don't know why I noticed how he smelled so much, but I did. It was distinctive- You'd think he'd smell different. Anyways. Not much happened after that, except then there was someone else supposed to be feeding medication to his dog, then when she got back there was Aladdin Sane Bowie with Ziggy Stardust Bowie, just there. Having a good time. They didn't even have a dog- it was all a bit odd.

I'm getting hungry AGAIN, and I DON'T KNOW WHY...

I'm watching doctor who- I've gotten to the point where they extended the season just to make episodes that make you want to watch the next one. I NEED TO FINISH IT XD But I'm tired, and my throat hurts. Meh.
THE DOCTOR JUST LOCKED THE TARDIS LIKE A CAR. I thought it was funny, doctor.
My Chubber is Chubbing.
Oh, the Oods have bad dreams. That's a reason to call the doctor XD
And my Tubber is Tubbing. Like the one in the picture. That looks a lot like my tub, except it doesn't have a circle.
And I made icecream today =D

OH YES, I HAD A DREAM LAST NIGHT- I was a different species, from space- and a very advanced one. I was in some sort of primitive space bus with twenty three teams of humans, somewhat like a camp. No one could know who I was, but they soon found out. I can't quite remember it though. Just images, no plot. WELL, THEN, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE. AND THAT IS ALL, that is all.

YOU, yes YOU, are my favorite color.

I had a aa aaaa aaaaaa aaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa dream last night, where I lived in a town with it's own isolated democratic government, where the leaders decided to impliment a new invention- a sort of mind control of the citizens. I, along with a few others, were somehow shielded from this, and the remainders were wiped out by special jellybeans. Luckilly I caught this- being the last one unaffected. I refused to eat the jellybeans, then proceeded to find the cause. Even the leaders were now controlled from the malfunctions, and no one knew what was going on, oblivious as the brainwashing got more and more intense. When ever I mentioned to them that they could be mind controlled, they would beat me up. OVER AND OVER AGAIN. Eventually, I looked at the back of the television (I don't know why), and found an instruction card saying what cords to plug in. I found one with a purple end left unplugged, and a blue one in it's place. I decided to switch them, but someone caught me. Later I went to a large restaraunt, and tried it- it worked, people snapped out of it, and I got them to do the same thing with a large tower in the middle of the town- the source. It all went well- but damaged had been left. A war had already been started, with the neiboring cities. I remember seeing foam pollution in a stream, children running around it. The sky was a very vibrant blue, unchanged. And I am very tired. I think I will sleep now XD

Life may contain circles, and is processed on shared equipment with cranberry sauce.

Well, today was good. Tonight was good. Up until five minuets ago, because when I eat cake, things go wrong if things aren't right.
I feel like stuffing a fat sock in the mouths of whatever is being such a- a DRAG, simply. I don't enjoy sitting around in my own home. It dosn't have the socks in the places where it should. It does NOT have enough socks, and I don't have a routiene getaway, but usually those are lacking socks too. But this is just extended exposure, like if the ozone layer went away and we all got radiation burns, fell over and dedded. Except I'm very much alive, which is nice. Sadly, this view is not shared by all peoples on this earth, and they act like they need a nice sock in their mouths. Put a sock in it.
When you get to my (relatively low) level of awareness, you learn that the world is full of people. And most people are full of crap.
Peace and love, save someone's good times, and put a sock in it.
Quadrophenia, Ambiphelia, and Cranberrysauce.

MY FAT KITTY IS PURRING.

I finished the eyes today =D turned out a little greener afterwards, but I think I like it.

Yeah, the only pictures I have are with the eyes just put in XD looks funny. I also regenerated the feather in my hat- fell in the water, so decided the time had come. Well, peace and love, peace and love, and my tubby friend Chubber is very happy.

Well, I started making the "glass" eyes today, I think I'll make more JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT XD
I'm tired, so I'll be sleeping soon. Just letting you know.
I didn't name this post because I'm protesting the lack of magic in the culinary business.

Son of a TORTICE.

"LLWq."
"I'm sorry?"
"LlwQ!"
"I can't quite-"
"LIVE BY THE SOLES OF YOUR SHOES, BREATHE BY YOUR NOSTRILS."
And the seventh of the ducklings decided to grow a curly eyebrow.

"How has your day been?" QuiSian yawned, with a crooked smirk.
"Bright. Awful bright without the sandstorms, I can tell you that."
"Nice weather."
"Yeah, like Earth..." I leaned against the counter, drinking a sweet soup.
"What- You want to go back?"
"I don't know, I'm a traveler. I get that... feeling, you know."
"What about Darell?" He said, and I started to speak.
"She'd come with-"
"What about me?" He tilted his head, with a pout.
"Aw- Don't be like that... Wouldn't be caught dead doing that on Earth."
"There you go again- Those funny sayings. Don't make sense. And what do you mean?"
"Be diplomatic- Time for you to grow up." I walked out of the room, muttering. "Time for me to grow up."
Disapointment seemed to creep up on me, like always. He was so... Petty. "All that time I struggled to get back, and-"
"Hello- Donatello?" There was a knock on the door.
"HeMadel- Havn't seen you in a while."
"I've been looking for you- Is that QuiSian?"
"Yeah, he's- QuiSian, come out here- And please be decent."
"Right here. Oh- Hema! Hema- Have you got that new stuff I've been telling you about-"
HeMadel cleared his throat, keeping a straight face.
"Quiet Kuisi, please- What is it HeMadel?"
"The Earthlings have given me a mesage to give to you."He handed me a letter, "And I think I saw TilMade out there- Is she looking for QuiSian?"
"Probably looking for Darell..." QuiSian smirked at me, and I rolled my eyes.
"Her business is none of yours- If anything it's mine. If I spend my time with you all day, she's got to do something."
"Who- TilMade or Darell?" We turned to see TilMade peeking around the corner.
"Is it okay for me to come in?" She smiled at QuiSian, then glanced over at me.
"Are you alright?" She stared at me, and I could feel her reading me. She could read like the empress- except much more warm. If I didn't know her as a kid, I might of felt the same as Darell- much more diplomatic than QuiSian, something I might of been just starting to realise.
"I might of left a manuscript of mine-"
"On the table."

I got cool shirts.

I want a cinnamon pop tart, and I DON'T KNOW WHY...
Or maybe some tea. tea is good.

I'M STUCK XD

I'm stuck on chapter eight. After that, I think I'll skip around a little more, two more chapters for team two, a few more for team three, and make it a lot more intense with the fourth teams against each other. Then they'd be preparing for takeoff, then... THE DRAMA STARTS.
I'd probably be almost to the 50,000 word mark by then. I'm at 17904 now. LONG WAY TO GO. Okay, I just wrote a bit for a later chapter- FLASHBACK STYLE. Except it's an actual flashback, not a memory or a dream sequence. Here's a nice paragraph of the Martian lifestyle XD:

“Well, I think I better check on that friend of mine- You’ve met QuiSian, right? Quaisinian, QuiSian?” I said, getting up from sitting at the edge of the canal.

“Yeah, I’ve met him- Though I’ve seen him more often than that. He seems to be all around here- Every time I read him he glows with youth.”

“That’s him, reeks of it.” I laughed, “It’s hard to get him off of me, to be honest. But he’s so darling I tend not to mind.”

“Are you going to paint?”

“Yeah, yeah... It’ll be fun, I’ve hardly done it since I was a kid, being so busy. QuiSian keeps on dragging me out to do it though. Last time I touched a Likanoi I ate it.”

“But I thought you were a man of science.” the one in the canal said, looking confused.

“Yeah, yeah I am. I just don’t force it as a way of life. In the day I sit around, waiting for a night when I dance it away. That’s me... The helpless dancer.” I stretched, getting ready to walk away. “Besides- I have the best dreams after eating Likanoi. It’s just the crimson and the deep blue ones that get too serious. The yellow ones can make one feel so divine... Like walking on the clouds.” With that, I walked away to find QuiSian.

“I got the basic color pallet, and there’s a lot left today, all blooming. It was hard to see, but luckily I borrowed TilMade’s lamp. Won’t miss it tonight- just as long as I don’t break it, of coarse.”

“Have any leaves?”

“No- Telo, we’re painting, not going into your flat for the night!” He laughed, “Now stay still, I’m getting your brows.” He took a fingerfull of the Likanoi mushroom’s precious paint, carefully applying it around my right eye.

LOADING...

Well, two days ago it was Brian May's birthday, and I forgot when I was posting, then I forgot again. But HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY BRIAN XD

YEAH- The hair, the vest, and the red special... That's me in 15 years XD If only I could get my hair as epic as that sometimes... But the Plant look is great. And the Red Special is on my guitar list, along with a Rickenbacker. Maybe a twelve string Rickenbacker, I don't know.
I've been watching Stevie Ricks videos again. BEST THING SINCE BOTTLED NACHO SAUCE. YEAH. His Freddie is great XD So is his George. And his Brian Epstein can be pretty mean, but hilarious XD He should do Brian May. He does Roger sometimes- Brian May needs to be made fun of, like everyone else XD
WELL, THAT IS ALL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, HAVE A NICE DAY =D

I'MMA SPACE INVADER

 I'm Ziggy. Unfortunately, the front of my hair curled up again when the gel was in it, but the back was long and straight.

 Take a good, long look- It's probably the only reason why I'll ever wear makeup XD It looks better and sparkly in person, trust me. ZIGGY STARDUST ALL THE WAY XD
It was red, too, a little bit. Can't see it though.
It's fantastic XD
My grandma said I should do my hair and wear makeup. Congratulations, I am a beautiful man.

We like dancing and we look divine...

Naming this post made me realise that i didn't know how to spell divine. Now i do. You learn new things every day XD
The last few episodes of Doctor Who have been fantastic. Yeah.
And I wrote about 1400 words of Starman today. NOT TO SHABBY.
I think in the future, we're going to start seeing universal food flavorings. And maybe ways to prepare, say, raw broccoli, to take the form of macaroni and cheese.
Or just replace it all together XD

“Oh yeah, it’s a real gas- They’ve got a great band playing there on the seventh.”

“I used to go there years ago... I was probably about twenty, twenty one... Back when I first lived here.”

“You lived here before- You never told me that.” I leaned forward, as the car was stopped at a red light.

“Yeah. A long time ago. Funny, you live right next door to the apartment I used to live in. I almost said something, but then you’d be wondering how I found out, and, well, it never came up.” She tapped her bitten fingernails against the wheel. Pity, how short they were. They had a nice shape to them. All five of them, uniform- Wait.

“Well- How do you know where I live?” I said, somewhat suspiciously.

“Funny story- Hari was talking my ear off, and-”

“How’d you get him to talk- When I try to talk to him, he’s all shy and awkward.”

“Try about 9:30 PM, then get him a couple bottles of coke. He’ll open right up.” She laughed, then sighed. “Anyways... He starts talking my ear off, and mentions wanting to know your phone number. I don’t know why, maybe he wanted to call you about something. So, I try and find a directory, and find the official file. I probably could of stolen your credit card number if I wanted to- I saw the adress, like it was the only thing on the paper. Picking you up on that street really brought back old memories.” She looked ahead, eyes fixed on the road. “Me and a friend of mine would always walk down there- Not sure where she is now...”

“Lost contact with her?”

“Yeah.”

“I know how that is.” I bit my lip. Images of bright brown eyes filled my head, a lovely laugh, a funny smile, a painted face from another world. Black and white hair full of orange dust underneath the pink sky. “Just hope he’s well. And happy.” I fingered at my necklace. Darell nodded, slowly moving the car forward.

She's so swishy in her satin and tat, In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat...

THIS, IN THE PICTURE, IS AWESOME. I WANT ONE, but it costs 7000 yen XD I probably have 500 yen laying around in my coin collection, though XD. Well, I joined a forum today, something I havn't done in about three or four years. Hopefully, this one will probably be more than a bunch of twelve year olds using poor internet grammar running around doing nothing XD
I had a dream last night, about spongebob squarepants. It was quite odd.
I have a tubby cat next to me.
And I want to eat a crape.

E.

I just watched a couple of FANTASTIC Doctor Who episodes... SO GOOD. Well, anyways. Nothing else, really. I'm continuing on a drawing I've forgotten about for a month, while watching Doctor Who with Chubber. Chubber is chubbing. And my computer isn't happy, so I will shut it down after this to refresh it for tomorow. YAY. Well, that is all.
I got to unthink today. It's nice to do that. I can excape into my mind again. Thinking clogged it all up, but now that I unthink, it's all good. I can sleep again, for now. I'll see how it goes. You do not want to clog up the holes in your brain. That's what lets you into your imagination. It also is terrible on your pores, I've broken out all over my face. Seriously. It's a theory of mine, now. I was in an awful state for days, but now I feel fine. The holes in my brain are begging to unblock. Just remember, logic is far from essential for life, and science brings lackluster, no matter how important.

TUBBIFACE.

I'm tired today.
FORGGET THAT- I JUST WATCHED THE TRAILER FOR THE FIFTH BEATLE! I WANT TO READ IT SO BAD! I need something like that now. But it's coming out in November- IT LOOKS SO SAD- I WANT TO READ IT SO BADLY, MAN.
http://shelf-life.ew.com/2013/07/16/beatles-brian-epstein-graphic-novel/
AGH! SO MANY FEELS, MAN. Poor Brian...
MY TUB IS HAPPY =D my chubby kitty is purring.
I think Entertainment Weekly needs to rethink their website thumbnail. It just says "EW" XD
HOLY TOOTHPASTE WITH CHEESE- IN THE MOVIE HE'S GOING TO BE PLAYED BY BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH! I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW. He sure gets around XD After Sherlock though, I'm not sure how he's going to play someone with such emotion XD
AH, IT'S SO SAD. I want to read it so badly.
I feel like screaming, though. I've felt like that for quite some time. Weeks, really.

I'VE JUST REALISED THAT PEOPLE CAN'T STEAL HOUSES. MIND BLOWN.

YLYLLYYLLYLYKJ,N LYYLYLYYLYLYLLYLYYLYLYLYLLYYLYLDFYFOS8AIUJFVYHUHGVSDEDC LK BN
I have nosing to say to you.
So,
My tub is a tubish tub.
Today I painted some clouds. Some happy clouds.
They were colors.
I also practiced doing some perspective today- IT FAILED XD But it is a cool drawing. I think it's almost alright now.
This is one of those days where I don't have content to put here. So there you go.
Why, Hello Jimmy. How is the day, the day on the bright side of life?
What do you do in the quiet hours, when all the normal sorts say goodnight?
What do you think, when I play a tune on the moon,
I think it's nice, but the ending may come far too soon.
Hey Jimmy, Hey Jimmy, take a look on the right side of the wall,
You twist and you fall,
Scream and call,
Find yourself outside the door
Hey Jimmy, are you much wiser than before?

I HAVE A SANPELLEGRINO.

YEAH, so I wrote more Starman, did stuff, etc.
ALSO- It's Spongebob's birthday, and also one year from the day I went to the Ringo concert. YEAH =D

Spongebob's pretty awesome. I recommend the episode Shanghied- BEST EPISODE EVER XD Alas, Spongebob is nolonger on netflix, so I am a bit saddened, but not too much. THAT'S WHAT I SHOULD WATCH WHILE I PAINT DONATELLO'S SHOES!

Speaking of Donatello- Here's a fragment starman.

“What is it?” I said.

“What is what?”

“You’ve been quiet.”

“Well...” She sighed, blinking. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s anything- But I’ve been thinking.”

“Thinking. Okay.” I said, turning my head away to look at the horizon.

“That’s all?”

“Yeah. You did say what it was.”

“Well- I’ve seen something peculiar. Out of the ordinary. Strange.” She said, running her finger against the sole of her shoe. It was an odd shoe, practical, but odd.

“Are you sure it wasn’t me?”

“No- I’m serious.” She smirked, “There’s been these- these mesages on our frequency- You know the frequencys we sometimes use for communication to the outside during our isolation drills?”

“Really?” I leaned forward, cocking my head.

“You know, it could just be someone messing with the frequencies, making a mistake- Something got scrambled up, it happens.” Quinn said, turning around. His eyes lit up suddenly. “Oh- Look- Someone brought some extra sandwiches- Want any?”

“No thanks.”

“Suit yourself.” He got up, walking over to the food.

“Now, what did these mesages say?”

“Well, I’m not really sure- It was after hours, when I was cleaning up, I saw it was left on and caught the end of it. I think they were trying to reach one of us- speaking really cryptically, as if it were some kind of code.” She said, squinting her eyes in the sun. She had this funny vest on, along with a poorly matched dress shirt, rolled up above the elbows. For some reason, I kind of liked it. Matched her eyes, though I wasn’t sure what color they really were. “And the next time- Are you listening?”

“Oh- Yeah, yeah.” I nodded, blinking. Airheadedness increased by a factor of 12% in the last fifteen minuets.

“Well, the next time, I caught some of the same words again. Said something about E&B, and a boss of some sort. And remanier. Is that- Is that french, or something?”

“I don’t remember... I’m better in Itallian, latin, and protugese. Never really went into french too deeply- Though I can understand most elementary vocabulary.”

“Lovely.” She said, smirking. “Well, though being a complete ditz, I guess you are a genius.”

“A ditz. I see you know English elementary vocabulary.”

“Well, it’s true.” she nodded, “But what do you think- Heard anything mysterious- They mentioned a few other things, including the word terminate several times, paired with other things... They could of been names, really. What do you think it means? I don’t know how they could take over our frequency without a pupose.” She said, pairing her words with hand gestures.

“Well, things happen. Quite a few things, actually. Could be anything.”

“So, you’re saying it’s nothing to worry about.” She sighed, starting to get up.

“No- I’m saying just the opposite.” She sat back down at these words. “I don’t know what it was- but I’m not a fan of assuming nothing out of something. If you get what I mean.”

“I can guess.”

“And if they were trying to mess with the program- that’s something worth worrying about.” I said, keeping my voice down, hoping no one else was getting what we were saying.

“Yeah. “

“But do I have a history of assuming something out of nothing, so watch out.” I laughed, looking over. “Well...”

“Well what?”

“You like malts, don’t you?” I said, smiling.

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“I like malts. I know a great place to get them, and within our fifteen mile curfew, so to speak.”

“What are you saying?” She laughed, looking at me as if I had just said that my mother had just gotten into the buisness of tyedying walruses. Or walrusi, I wasn’t quite sure.

“You know- let’s get some malts once we get out of here- If you don’t mind rumors of you being seen around town with a freak in drag.”

“I’ve been seen with freaks in drag before, nothing new.” She shrugged with a smile.

“I think I like that.”

“Just as long as you don’t fantacise that it’s some kind of date. Don’t get your mullet all in a knot.” I’d never heard that one before.

“I didn’t think we were compatible.” I said, handing her an adress. “This is for the malt shop- don’t get your specs in a knot.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. I think I’ll try a sandwich now- See you later, Starman.” I laughed, waving awkwardly. Starman. She’d started calling me that a few months ago. I think I like that now.

You know what? Darell has brown hair now. I'm tired of the weird orange- That dosn't make sence XD It works for Donatello, but for her, it's not practicle. She's a human. And I think I need to rethink some of her character at the begginging of the story. THAT'S IT XD MISPELLING ALL THE WAY, MAN XD

I like my hat. My hat is good.

Well, I am extremely tired. Yes. So I will lazilly copy and paste some of my Starman.
I'm at 10 months of their training. 30 more to go XD I'll probably skip around some more. A fragment of the fifth chapter.

The funny thing is, my one way ticket to Earth has been changed. By sheer luck, they just happened to be working on a mars program, getting into it 8 years after I got to the plannet. It was now a round trip.

“Alright- does everybody have their flight suits secured?” McKinney asked, and got a mixed answer of got its, yesses, yeps, and one affirmative. I think that was Glaskowsky.

“Okay. So, here is the drill- you will be lowered twenty feet down, expected to swim to the surface, then do 150 yards.  got it?” Another mix of got its, yesses, yeps, and one affermative, except less excited. Quinn rolled his eyes, muttering something to me, but I didn’t hear it. I think it was for the best.

It had been a couple months since we stopped our isolation drill, which lasted a month and a half. We still couldn’t leave the area within a fifteen mile radius (unless there was an emergency) easing us into homesickness. I had been through that. We had already lost two people off our team, getting off that early would mean they probably weren't going the next round in ten years either. I didn’t know them so well though, not too much of a loss for me personally. But now, we had our physical/emergency training. I was not meant for this gravity, so it took quite a toll on me. Well, that was my excuse. Quinn and Hari were in the same boat- no excuse for them.

“Now, get onto the platform- it’ll take us down. It’s filled with air now, but it’ll be released along with us.” To be honest, getting into an elevator that released you in the water along with thirteen other people in funny uniforms, all swimming up to one place, did not seem like it was going to be a gas. I didn’t really enjoy getting kicked in the face. We all got in the thing just the same, waiting until it lowered.

“On the count of three, we all go up. One, two...” He looked around in anticipation. “Three.” We all frantically swam up, then proceding to the laps. I really didn’t like laps. Got boring, to me at least. Soon it was over, I climbed out of the pool (it was hard to do with the flight suit), and Glaskowsky helped me out. Darell was waiting on the bench, had finished a while ago. Quinn got out soon after I did, and we still had to wait for Hari and a couple of others.

“Man, I think I’ve lost twenty pounds since last thursday.” Quinn leaned back on the bench, exausted.

“Dosn’t look it.” Darell laughed, and he raised his eyebrows.

“Well, it was an exageration, thanks.”

“I’ve gained some, probably muscle. About seven pounds and six ounces in the last few months.” I shrugged, and the others looked over.

“You count the ounces?” Darel asked, like this was something intriguingly strange.

“Yeah, I count the ounces. Why not count the ounces?”

“I dunno. I couldn’t give you an exact number if I tried.” She laughed, pushing her wet hair out of her face. Hari got to the edge of the pool, and I helped him out.

“Thanks.” He said, sitting down on the bench.

“Now what about you?” Darell asked him.

“What?”

“Oh- she’s asking you if you count the ounces.” I sat down on the other side of him. “Do you or don’t you?”

“What ounces?” He asked, “Am I missing something?”

“No, no. I think Donatello’s the only one here who does.”

“Ounces are more precice. I like precision.”  I rolled my eyes, twisting a lock of hair around my finger. “Aww, the chlorine is ruining my hair again.”

“Taking out the dye?”

“It’s not dyed.”

“For some reason, I don’t belive you.” Quinn laughed, loudly as always. I was careful not to- the chlorine would always hurt my throat. “At least it matches the flight suits.”

“Yeah, it does, dosn’t it?”

“Listen up- After you all get out of your flight suits, you can go back home. Just remember- Tomorrow we’re going on a field trip of some sort- going to the desert to camp out a few days with simulated living quarters that we’d have on mars. We’re also going to study some geology. At the end, all of us in the program- including the other four teams- will be meeting back at the Newberry-Tharer center for a celebration- The first supplies and structures for our stay will be landing on Mars.” McKinney said, getting an applause from the thirteen of us. That sounded pretty far out.

I LIVE IN A BEUTIFUL WORLD.

Aesthetically, you know. But that's good. Everything is made to be beutiful, and I ain't complaining. I like pretty things. I like bold things. I like things. I've decided on glass eyes for Donatello, because I know I'd regret it if I didn't. He'll look gorgeous. And my nameless Les Paul is beutiful. I was thinking DaVinci, just now, but I don't know. It's been almost 7 months with this guitar, and I havn't got a name.  And my cat Chubber is beutiful. She's a tub. And icecream is beutiful. And the sky, and even my nose. Nah, not beutiful, but my nose is pretty cool. I'm a nose breather. Now, enough with my modern version of aestheticism- OH MY BILLY SHEARS, SPEAKING OF THAT- I FOUND AN OSCAR WILDE ACTION FIGURE! =D

I want one. It's going on my birthday list. Though I don't really have one of those, it's going on there if I ever do. Everybody needs an Oscar Wilde action figure. He can keep Donatello company XD along with my waitress and my crazy cat lady. YEAH. Donatello will be beutiful though... Almost want to buy those expencive 1:6 scale clothes for him now...
I FOUND A GOOD PATTERN FOR 1:4 SCALE! Now I just need to shrink it. I think I'll go to sleep soon- one hour earlier than normal XD
I have a purring kitty next to me. It is very tubby. I think I'll replace my contacts tomorrow. About time.

I don't know how to spell beutiful.

I WANT TO NAME THIS SOMETHING DIFFERENT.

Well, I'm thinking of drawing Queen on cards. Freddie would be the queen (of coarse XD) Brian the king, Roger the jack, and Deacy the joker (inspired by the I'm Going Slightly Mad video). YES. And then put it on a T-shirt. I really wouldn't mind a shirt like that, man. There was a Freddie card shirt, but I don't think they sell them any more, and I'd like one with the whole band. And one that I drew would be fantastic XD
I think I should implement more elements of design in my art.
I'm also debating weather or not to give Donatello glass eyes. It's either I go through all the trouble to buy glass eyes (or make glass eye substitutes), cut open the face, stick 'em, etc. Or I just go along with painting them and glazing them. I don't know... I want his eyes to be pretty XD
I think I'll do that. Somehow. Just get some glass beads, paint 'em (or print out the iris on silver inkjet film), then coat them with liquid fimo or whatever else I decide XD I'm kind of woried about rebaking them though, but they should be fine. Or I could find some extremely small glass eyes. the "1/6 scale" ones I've found are 14mm. NOT OKAY XD I'm looking for 4-6mm at the most. It's for the weird anime bjd dolls XD
SPEAKING OF EYES...
I had a dream last night. Well, the eye part won't be immediately relavent, BUT I NEED TO GET IN THE HABIT OF RECORDING THESE THINGS AGAIN.
I had a dream last night, where the doctor needed to go back in time to meet his previous regenerations. He took Fiyuki from Sgt. Frog with him, and Kululu had to find the Tardis. He couldn't find it, and tried to find Keroro. Keroro was too busy playing with his gundam models. But soon enough, all was solved. Later, an asteroid crashed to earth and all these giant turtle/dinosaurs/snails were hanging out in the water. It would be fine, if they wern't taking up the whole puget sound and becomming evil in the process. Then they summoned a boy from the moon. He materialised on earth, with long black hair and eyes that were all black except for white pupils. He had these purple markings on the back of his neck, markings that the turtle-dinosaur-snails were growing, and eventually the more the markings would spread, it would become fatal. The only thing that could kill him, and it was inevitable. Apperantly the markings also meant that he had to fall in love with Katara from the last air bender, but he didn't want to. I don't really blame him. Instead, he just ignored it all, and made a friend. I don't remember much about her in the beginning though. But she was with him when he saw the giant snail-turtles, and they made his purple marks grow. He became weaker. Later, it all turned into a movie I was watching on my computer. His friend was attacked by an extra terrestrial witch, and the movie was censored, which really awakens you back into reality in an intence scene. Of coarse, it was a dream, so it shouldn't matter, but I was kind of mad XD And it was all leading up to something big in the plot, when my alarm went off. It was worse than Chubber waking me up to get food XD
Well, I better sleep now. PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE. AND I am now 5351 days old =D

I made some eyelids today

Life, like a quick, choppy laugh. They don't let you know who's laugh it is, though. It's not in it's place here.
I sometimes have been downcasted, patheticized, all around unhappish. You know, like that.
I seriously hope that my cat doesn't snore again tonight.

McClain gave me a clipboard. He was asking me?

“Well- You’ve heard the man! Go in this one- Feel the door first- it looks alright, no glowing tiles underneath.” I pushed the door open, leading the twelve others inside.

“Okay. So, the clipboard he gave me. Here we have- Bennett, June- June Bennett”

“I’m here.” Bennett nodded. I had met her before, had a conversation about the possible need for an extraterrestrial paleontologist. I pretended to dismiss it as pure speculation, but in reality, we’d need far more than that.

“Harishchandra Bha- Hari?” I laughed, and he raised his hand.

“Here.”

“Lawrence Castro?”

“Present.” Castro had been quiet for most of the time, but I’d heard he had a nice collection of records.

“And Clinton is out there- Quinn Davies?”

“Right here.”

This went on for a while, calling all 16 names, only 12 of them replied. Good, because I’d be worried if someone replied to mine.

“Right. Think we’ve taken care of that.” Holtzmann came in, letting us out.

“How? I mean- How did it know you put out the fire?” Darell asked.

“Someone’s been manning the controlls, must of figured this was accurate.” Holtzmann opened the door, revealing the puddles of foam on the floor.

“I’d call that a nice lapse in judgement on their part.” Glaskowsky laughed, nudging a bit of the fire extinguisher foam on the tile with his shoe.

“Well, this is only practice for the intencive training, so they didn’t really spend much on simulators...” McKinney said, trying in vain to wipe off some foam on his sleeve.

“I’ll ask them for a new shirt. Anything else anyone needs- I need to fill out the report form by the end of the day. And send in your individual reports.” Bennett said, holding a clipboard.

“Now why are they giving us a taste of the intencive training so early?” I asked.

“It’s the budget- They need to weed some of us out already. Plus, it’s nice to have a break from the classrooms. We’ve gotten more than a semester in learning.” Darell said, stepping carefully to avoid the foam. “I’m just wondering what one of us has to clean this up.”

“I’ll do it.” Clinton had a mop in his hand, pushing the foam around as if he had hardly any idea what he was doing.

“Great. Now, the rest of us can go down this halway, to the viewing room. They have some educational films that the professors recorded- You are advised to take notes.” McKinney said, while Darell groaned.

“You can’t sit still either, huh?” I asked, and she shrugged.

“It’s not all that- Well, that’s part of it. I don’t really dig taking all the notes, though.”

“Well, what makes it more interesting, is if you make it into some sort of comic strip, see- I’ll have to show you. With a little practice, you can have books of them.”

“I’ll have to try that.” She laughed, “Then it’ll be time for dinner, I’m guessing.”

“Fair enough. I am getting hungry.”

The knights who recently said NI.

 He's looking like his freakish self now XD
 He's got both ears with earings in them (Though the three on one side need to be bigger and the big string one needs to be shorter- I think I'll probably get rid of most of the wire I put on it and glue it directly on the ear afterwards.
HOW WILL I DO THE EYES...
I still havn't entirely decided on his eye color. Should his eyes be more of a blue or an aqua? There is a big difference XD
Somewhere in between, leaning towards an aqua. A turquoise color, really.
The lighting and the camera makes him look AWFUL- He looks better than that in real life (I hope XD) By the end of this, I can check off another medium in my list of mediums to master. YEAH. I just thought of it just now, though. I have a cut that looks like a scrape. But it isn't. There is a difference. WELL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, And that's it. Have a nice day children.

I CAN'T WHISTLE.

For the last 30 minuets, I've been trying to whistle. 

I remember in first grade, when all the kids  could whistle. I couldn't, and it was sad. I still can't. Listening to Elton John today made me remember the fact. I tried, I tried XD 

I keep on trying, and it doesn't work. I have a whistling disability. 

MY CAT MAKES HAPPY KITTY SOUNDS.

I'm also working on Donatello's ears and placing his nose lower. It takes work to keep the hair out of the way, man.

And now Tubber is talking in her sleep. It's kind of weird. And wakes me up at night XD at least when she's awake she makes happy kitty sounds. That's what matters.

MY CAT IS A MUFFIN.

Well, I did stuff today. And things. Yes. But I don't really have anything remarkably different to show for it. And I require sleep. So, goodnight world.

OH YES- HOW COULD I FORGET- IT IS RINGO'S BIRTHDAY! I remembered earlier XD

73 years old now, man. YEAH. AND STILL ROCKIN'. PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE =D
I need to draw a picture now- Or at least finish one XD

I think I do too. My turn, today.

Well, I wrote some starman. Going fine. I've got a new grip on it, maybe. Maybe not, but it's still good. I'll put a smidge of it on here.

I walked over to the room with the units, getting ready to find my number. There was something eerily real about this, but all misconceptions could be wiped away when you heard the faint footsteps, voices, and vehicles from the floor above. Could stop your imagination dead in it’s tracks. I checked my practice unit, glancing at the black and white diagrams on the manual in my hand. This was work. This was how the humans worked. I looked around me, seeing the focused people. There were five more teams like this, doing the same. But no more than that. The repetitive characters on the page seemed to whirl around in my head, leaving me to decide to stick to my intuition. I wasn’t half bad. The thing was running fine when  I was done. I could of taken it apart and put it back together again- with a look at the pictures, of coarse.

“I’ve finished. All in working order.” I cocked my head with a smile. I remember the old life support units I tried making myself, as a kid. I’d helped design some components, nothing too big though.

“Looks all right.” A man inspected it, looking through all the bells and whistles.

“Parsons, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah.  I’m the life support specialist, for this team at least.” He nodded, eyes fixed on the machine. “Everything’s in order. I’ve checked you off- you can go in the other room with the rest of ‘em.” He gestured to the other room, and I decided to just follow the voices behind the next door.

“How is it?”

“Aw, it’s fine, really... Nothing too exciting.” Davies was leaning against the wall, talking to Darell.

“The carpet isn’t hip enough?”

“I do miss my old shag carpet, you know.”

“That old thing?” Darel laughed loudly, putting her hands in her pockets. She turned around, raising her eyebrows. “Oh- Donatello.”

“You finished before me?”

Well, that's it for you. I have an overweight cat that resembles a muffin next to me. It is pretty awesome. I'm kind of disapointed that the CD I borrowed from the library only has the first half of Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. I guess I'll just have to buy the other half XD I think I really like the 13th track. I need to buy it sometime. Sadly, I used up all my itunes credit from giftcards and the like... I'll put more in, I've got some quarters.

It could be WORSE. In YOUR particular case, I'd stick with far better. REALLY, NOW.

 Here we are. Donatello. His face is looking better again, maybe even "cute", in a strange alien way. Also, I watched the last episode of the new doctor who second season. I think they may have just gotten rid of Rose, but one cannot be sure. I kind of think that was a good move, in my opinion XD Her makeup annoyed me. The only person who could get away with that kind of makeup was Freddie Mercury. Maybe even David Bowie, but probably not. Not the eyebrows. But David Bowie could paint his face a solid shade of purple and make it work. I'm suprised he hasn't done that. I also watched Starman on the top of the pops, like countless times before, but this time gave it some thought. Then I spotted the guy in the sweater vest. I want to take dance lessons from that guy- Never seen anyone dance so awkwardly in my life. The only thing that could possibly distract from that was David Bowie putting his arm around Mick Ronson. And it happened.
Watch the Starman video- That's how I want my martians. The song, and the atmosphere in the video. Funny, because I'm calling it Starman. I've got to write more of it.
But you don't actually have to watch it. Nothing that I tell you on this blog, or 96.8% of it, is to be taken as instructions for life. Because. to be dreadfully honest, I'm probably not taking instruction from you. Maybe. Depends on who you are. But probably not.
Anyways, I'm just now noticing his ears. Donatello's ears used to be so beutiful, but now... Not so much XD They have been demoted to lumps on either side of his head. But at least he's got a neck.