WOOO

I just played the doctor who google doodle game AND WON. HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EAVE. NO IDEA HOW TO SPELL THAT, AND THE END. EAT PIE.

MMMHMM.

Well, today I sanded a lot. And had tea. And will have tea. I will always tea. 

My hair is in my face, right in the middle. And it only reaches the top of my nose. HAPPINESS.

HOLY MOTHER OF FAT. I TOOK A SELFIE. 

It ain't so lame though.

The quiff of awesomeness.

I AM NOW LIBERATED FROM KERATIN.

OH YEAH. HAIRCUT TIME.

It's pretty epic. MY HAIR IS ALL SOFT AND BRISTLY IN THE BACK XD Makes me happy. Probably donated about 12 inches on average. Quite a lot of hair.
Well, I'm tired, good night, the end. I'll do something interesting tomorrow, maybe. STAY TUNED...

Well, that was two days and I no longer really care. Now I have more to life than posting words on the internet, or lying about when I did it man. I do whatever I want- Only a slave to my inspiration and insanity now. Just hope I can get to sleep without screaming tonight.

Well, today I started to make some eyes. Because that's what I do. I don't know why, but a sence of fear has come over me, like something is behind me. Staring at me, but I think I'll ignore that until it makes the room go dark. Only speculation, but I have to be aware of my neck.
Maybe I should have some tea. Tea is good. Maybe that's my problem. Or the weather, or something in my brain truly is rotting away because really- Nothing is wrong. Ignoring that, everything is fine and dandy. Unfortunately you can't excape your own brain's reality. It's like you get trapped on a different plane for a while, terrifying and senseless, just to bring up all the mistakes in what appears to be the real world. And then you start to think you've hurt people, killed people- But it's not true yet it is, transformed into a monster and you can't excape.
It went away after an hour last night, couldn't bear going in my bed so I sat on the floor, singing a song by the who. Then I ate a banana and had a dream about something terribly dull. Dull is sweeter than terror, now I know. But the feeling of being bored brings on more than it should...
I don't want to go to sleep. I'm sad, lonely and afraid and I don't know why.
And I keep on seeing people behind me, clothed in dark things.
I realised today that I didn't want everything that I ever wished for to be true, because I don't want to die.
I just don't want to go to sleep in the dark. That's all I ask for right now.
And I don't want them to kill me.

123456POKEMON.

Yeah. Just a sneak preview of my new line of stickers. The sketch that has adorned my computer for the past two weeks has finally made it to the digital world.
I got an Oscar Wilde action figure today. It was quite the euphoric expirience.

And look what we have here. FANTASTIC, ISN'T IT? I have most of the body done for the first stage- Knee joints, elbow joints, shoulder joints, torso joint and all that. All that's missing is the hip joints and the hands and feet, and then the head. Pretty good for a couple of weeks- Way easier than they made it out to be XD

Well that's all, peace and love, war is over if you want it, and that's all there is for today. Good night.
 I may get my mop chopped off tomorrow. That will be enjoyable.

Younger than your mom.

Pie, pie, fat pie fat pie pie, pie, fat pie fat pie pie, pie, pie pie. 

War is over, if you want it.

Just think about the butter consumed every single day.

Well, I have most of the parts of the ball jointed doll sculpted functionably. Quite fantastic. Can't string it well anymore though- Need a longer needle. Well, good day, PEACE AND LOVE, And that is all.
Eat pie for me.

Skinny cat... FAT CAT. Skinny cat... FAT CAT.

Well, had a lot of eggnog. And stuff.
And my computer is running out of battery.
CREAM CHEESE AND PIE.
I must have SOEMTHING to put here. Think it's my 1200th post, too XD

MAGIC RABITS.

I see the color orange, and rasperry voices. Pools of turquoise and oddities, like what you saw in the papers last week. It could of been last year, you could of even been imagining it. I don't know- You're doing it. Right now. All I see is black and white, letters upon letters upon letters, all jumping and jumping and jumping, as if they were striving to drive me mad with their bare sounds and voices. I don't know why they'd do it. They just do. Bright and dark, black and white, all around and everywhere. Haunting tones, echoing vision. I see echoes. All around, all echoes clouding up the current view of vision. And sounds feel cold right now, or cold sounds like that. I'm not sure, but everything sounds and tastes like plastic. 

Look, I'm going to name this post something different.

Last night I had a dream about erasing championships. A team of children had made it to the erasing nationals, being the best at erasing things from paper, and it was apperantly a big deal. And now I'm tired.

WELL.

I have my upper arm joints all figured out- Now just have to perfect the shoulders.
YEAH. Once the hard part's all done, I'll make it look good. I'll make it look EXCELENT.
And that is all, for now. 

AND THE PROGRESS KEEPS ON A'ROLLIN'.

Well, I started the ball joint making today- I have a mold for the shoulder joints out of polymer clay, attatched temporary joints to the upper arms and managed to make them work with the shoulders. That is progress. AND THE INTERNET SAID THIS WOULD BE HARD... They obviously havn't tried rooting hair into clay. 

Now I just have to find my pieces I set on my desk somewhere... BLIMEY, I NEED TO SORT IT ALL OUT.

WHOOPS.

I drank stuff. Caffenated stuff. And the printer isn't working. And my tounge hurts.
SECRET TUNNEL, SECRET TUNNEL
THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS!
SECRET SECRET SECRET SECRET TUNNEL!
YEAH.

WOOO YEAH.

I made progress today. Well, I feel like I did. I have all the cores for the limbs and torso. That makes ten pieces for my ball jointed SCULPTURE (sculpture preserves my dignity. But yes, essentially a souped up doll). He'll be beutiful XD
Now I just need to do the joints (Which may take a LONG TIME), six for the arms (wrists, elbows and shoulders), the joint connecting the upper and lower torsos, six for the legs (hips, knees and ankles), and the neck to head joint, which will be probably far after. That is fourteen joints. And I have to do the head, of coarse, but I'm making at least two (At this point one based on Matt Smith and one on David Bowie XD Then, maybe a George Harrison. That would be fun making the little guitars.)
Yeah, so if I sell them, might only get to selling the heads, I'd have three models of heads based on that plan there- Smith, Bowie and Harrison. Could name them differently, with notes on who they're based on. Don't think I'll face copyright issues since it'll be extremely few castings XD
I'll take artistic lisence, change 'em up to my liking. Loosely based.
HOLY FACE I FORGOT TO FINISH MY TEA- I'll just post the pictures of my pieces so far:

Here's the upper torso and an old unfinished head above it. And my messed up mop of hair XD

YEAH. More pieces, the upper and lower torso and AN UPPER ARM.

Lower torso, upper and lower LEG.
That's some hard core sculpting there XD
(Easiest stuff I've done, starting to really make me scared- If this is easy, something is going to have to be as hard as keeping a cat from a box)

A MI ME GUSTA.

I watched the 8th doctor. On my list of favorite doctors.
Been sanding the cores of the limbs for my future ball jointed doll. He'll be awesome. Or they. I'll probably be making multiple.
This picture is my friend. 

YAYYY!

I'm watching frosty the snowman. It's happy.
ANYWAYS. I did have something to say.
The night before last I had a dream about The Who. Pete Townshend ordered a lot of food. And that is all.

Fan.

I am cold and silent.
When I was a child, I was never told of my own existence.
Makes me sad... In a sweet way, like chocolate, the color purple and long eyelashes.
In the days of old, that I've been so facinated about,
I could be a fellon.
But that's alright, things change.

I get my words mixed up.
I keep things in my pockets. I like cold metal, when it's warm out.
I'm a dandy head case. 

MY GOODNESS.

Well, I made the cores for my future BJD. It was pretty cool, man. I thought it would be hard, then it was easy, then it was hard, then it was easy, then it was hard AGAIN. Yet then it was easy. Once I sand them, they will form the limbs. Then I have to do the body. It will be interesting.
Now, by cores, I mean most of the mass of it. I just made the basic shapes, and now I will sand them down and then proceed to add to them. Making details, lengthening, adding joints and the like. That will take a fat amount of time. I basically just made a piece of the armature. But this will be FUN. I won't have to root the hair into the clay head, like I did once XD Donatello still needs his hair trimmed. That may be daunting. But anyways, I must of done something else today. I had an interesting dream, but I forgot it. I need to sleep. I had food today and bought a bandana. And I am now 5505 days old.

I FEEL ALIVE.

Well, good day or result of feeding a fire, call it what you will.
I'm happy. Very much so.
Events, faces, places, sounds, thoughts and chemicals. With all those odd sensations inbetween, and what-ifs. I'm a dreamer again. I feel like I have climbed out of a pit to a large vat of orange juice- hot air, cool liquid, buckets of paint and the sound of The Kinks sailing through the air, leisurely.
I don't know. I havn't drawn in a while, and I just did a twenty minuet sketch. It made me happy. I am very happy. Thinking about today- My it was ordinary, but good. It was good. My eyes are watering, and it is good.
That is why you never starve a fire. Feed it more. And more.
And get a good job to pay for it all.

Anyways, I did draw a 20 minuet sketch, and it looks good. That hasn't happened in a very long time.

 Mod-esque fashion.
I finally cut a few of the hairs off of the back of my head, the ones that kept on sticking out because they were the wrong length. Sounds brutal now, condemming the diverse, yet it makes me happy. If I get condemmed, I can condemm my hair. I spell condemm how I want.

I also finally watched the 50th aniversary of DOCTOR WHO. IT WAS FANTASTIC. And Tom Baker was there at the end. That was fantastic. I, for the first time in my life, am caught up with Doctor Who. Now I have to wait until christmas. Which isn't too far off XD
I think I'll go drink some orange juice. And see where I go from there.

Good luck world, HERE I AM REBORN.

So, I have regained my old edge and vigor. That's always nice XD I was at a loss for the last few weeks, lacking an outlet for my artistic expression, forced to sit and wait in a box while I did endless pages of homework XD Could be worse. But I'm happy now. I fit, or at least I will until I really consider it.
I'm a head case. And that is all.

Jimmy was just a small town girl, 

Decided to go to the theater

She learned about hate, and an unfailing love

And decided she wanted to meet her 

So she packed her bags, and cut her hair

Stepped out the door and Jimmy was born

And there was the end of his troubles.

NNNAY!

Well, I still have things to do but I can't brain anymore. I'll just wait a while.
Hour later, and I still can't XD But I did find this.

The story of my life.
My cat has chub.

"Life begins at forty."

YEAH. AGAIN.

It's late, I'm tired- So here's an Oscar Wilde quote:
"A gentleman is one who never hurts one's feelings unintentionally."

I GOT THE SAVESDHDAY OF THE SEVENTH OF EIGHTY NINE OF YOUR FACE DIE.D

wELL, Everything stretched as we ran acrross the streets, but only I did. Theyd don't know what you whfeas ds asdfueh asdhf ad did you take out the man? They see you when you sleeping, unlike that wans your wmwoanf shdiflsie and then i at e icecream. there you go ien aas soeiru a s d d aefheb b asf FAT CAT and isheof afew Fat Fat Fat Fat there goes m y fingerse and its fhat cats playing. YAYYYY. aodayf fbe reaseis to mlllit siesih. I got faces on my elbows. One dosn't like you, but it's just a catfish with eyelashes. That's all that maters and my eyes arnt nice and adi can't se. I don't lsikes the yottf asdfaht I can't slthhe type on the eeeeeeasfawdhf aI like fasht e as dsafj hs corny shoes are illegal unlike your two fruits in front of you. I've found FINLAND!

HOW MANY TOMATOES CAN YOU SEE?

WHAT DID I USED TO POUR INTO THIS BLOG? I CANNOT RECALL IT. I havn't been able to do much. that is all

MAN, THAT IS A

Well, there you go, have five years to spare
I Don't Know. I must write something. Something interesting.
"Hello, who is this?" Yyttensio spoke into the entry door, hoping despratly that it wasn't another person with a pencil and a book in their hands. He had an event to go to.
"It's the Vallepti." The voice from behind the door said, causing a grin to spread across Yyttensio's face.
"Which one?"
"The only one in this town."
"Good enough." He opened the door to an old friend, adorned with the strange attire he seemed to have aquired over a life time. A vibrant lifetime, one of a dancer. "QuiSian, haven't seen you in days. What-"
"I've been busy with TilMade. Nothing too interesting. Now, what's going on in the life of YytTien?" He raised his eyebrows, as if faced with an interesting matter.
"Well, I've been trying to figure out the new radio signal reciever- I've been getting clearer results from Ullenii, but nothing too interesting yet."
"Good, good! That's fantastic."
Fantastic. Then, for seemingly no reason at all, my heart sunk.
It was a word from Ullennii's English, incooporated into our language from the Starman. I loved the Starman, don't get me wrong- Yet QuiSian had really loved him.
It was an ugly thing to be jealous of a dead man. So very ugly. Ugly enough to be called a Reiduni, yet it was if I couldn't help it.
He found an Acrylleptan who worked with Ullennii's communication. The facts about me were all he seemed to need.
"Now, what about imaging? How are the satellites?" He asked.
"Not any thing new since you last asked, but I have gotten quite some improvement on the medical devices I've been developing-"
"Well, that's nice." He nodded, putting on a smile. "You know, I was just going down to the west side of town. Nearly sunset, wondering if you might want to go."
"Did you ever want to go to Ullennii?" I asked.
"What?"
"Did you ever want to go, as the Starman?"
"No, no, YyTien." He laughed softly, "I'm not cut out for that- Couldn't even spot it through a telescope. You know that."
"Yes... Then why are you so interested in the technology we've been developing?"
"Well... I never said I wasn't interested in Ullenni, or the position and ideas of the Starman for that matter." He paused, taking out a Likanoi stem from his pocket and sucking on it's powdered insides. "You know that. Everyone knows that. I knew him, better than anyone else did. Lived in my house, with TilMade. I'm a logicless idealist, as he would say. He's one too-"
"Was. He's dead."
"We don't know that for certain-"
"The craft exploded, burned up- And the humans didn't even find it's remains. The Starman is dead." I folded my arms. "And that means Donatello is too."
"Alright, so you say he's dead. Alright. And it has nothing to do with the west side of town."
"I'M TIRED OF WRITING.

OW.

Well, I'm tired yet again. There you go.

MEH IT GOT LATE.

WELL, NOTHING TO SAY. I'M COLD. THERE YOU GO.

THAT AWKWARD MOMENT WHEN YOU HAVE ACCOMPLISHED NOTHING.

My eyes are burning, AND I DON'T KNOW WHY....
Well, day after NaNoWriMo. YEAH. AND I'M SICK. And lightheaded. And keep on wasting time. THAT'S ALL XD