CHUNKY CATS ARE FRIENDS.

Well, changed some stuff around, attempted some sculpting (But I'm running out of clay), and continued a painting I had barely started a while ago. I like it. I like it a lot. 

WOO PROGRESS.

Somehow I managed to neglect to post in five days. I don't know how or why that happened. But fortunately, I do know when.
In that time, my sculpt has gotten new knees, CAN STAND, AND HAS A FACE!
YEAH!
Celebration time.

In both, you can see a bit of my hair in it's natural habitat.
I like his new knees. And his face, which you can't really see the detail of. He's quite darling. Those old glass eyes that were too big are coming in handy- In fact, he might even fit an 8mm- A STANDARD SIZE! That is great news, for I can now get the fancy colored Chinese ones. YEAH. SUCCESS.

Today was a fine day, and now I am hungry.

Just a moment-” I did good enough, and yanked the door open.

“Taylor, I’m sorry to bother you, but bennet said you had some reports to fill out.” Steve said, looking shaken up.

“Come right in.” I shut the door behind him, as he let out a gasp.

“Don’t say a word.” He whispered, “Don’t say a single word- not to anyone.”

“Sure- Steve, what’s wrong?”

“You’ve got to swear- You won’t say a word.” He was shaking from his shoulders to his knees, sweat beading up on his brow and wetting the tight curls of his hair.

“Sure, I- Maybe you better calm down, sit.”

“They’re going to kill me!” He gripped my arm, nearly to tears.

“Calm down, sit on my bed here- That’s it, that’s it.” I wrapped my arm around the towering man, feeling his body quiver like a child.

“You know what I mean, I know you do. You’ve seen it- It happened to all of them, you were there every time. I didn’t believe it was you, and now I know it couldn’t have.”

I nearly let out a cry myself. Not Steve- Please not another one.

“They got too close- You can’t get too close. Hari found something, and I saw it. I didn’t want to, but it’s too late now.”

“I won’t let them get you- Just keep quiet. I know, Darrell knows. We’ve lived this far.”

“They think you won’t talk- They know you won’t talk, I don’t think they know why.”

“I’m a coward. That’s all there is to it- Except when other people are going to be hurt.”

“Why are they keeping it a secret- You know, petroleum on mars- It’s practically a godsend.”

“They can’t just drill into another planet. Even they know that it’ll take time, and they don’t want someone else capitalising on that. Besides, we managed to get the news about the life out, now they probably can’t without some tricky underhanded buisness.”

“But who are they?”

“I’m not sure, but more importantly- How do they know?”

“Probably watching us-”

“Don’t worry, Steve. Just don’t even think about it, and it’ll be gone.”

“For now.”

YO.

This is life as we know it.
Yeah.

Another image of me is now eternally preserved on the complex web-like internet.
Congratulations.

The air feels bitter and empty, as it envelopes around me yet again.
There's a pain in my core, and I'm not sure how it got there, much like the scar I've had on my arm.
Kept it since childhood, it's faded but still there.
Like frightening shadows of memories emrerging at night.
Perhaps it causes emptiness.

And perhaps I'll fix myself a nice cup of tea.

Did the hands today. Pretty fantastic.

He has the top of his head and his hands now- COMPLETING ALL THE PIECES. Now for the fun sculpting part, after I get the joints all perfected. And here's my lovely hair- Unbrushed and uncut.
Yeah.

WHOOWHO.

LOOK WHO HAS A HEAD. AND FEET. He's quite lovely.

I made feet today.

YEAH YEAH YEAH

Chunky chunky cats are fat.

Well, I think I might have a bit of something. NO. I will not eat food at this hour. I am no longer hungry.
I started with the neck joint planning, though he looks like a giraffe so you're not seeing my sculpture today- Too lazy XD

This just shoes you that angle is everything.
EVERYTHING.

MAGIC IS IN THE PUDDING.

This is what I've been doing. YEAH. He's got both wrists and ankles now, but no hands/feet. Coated the hip joints with clay to fatten them, more stable that way. I worked on it most of the day, getting up at 930 and ending at around 2030, just for my notes. Do with that as you will, future self.
He's gorgeous. Very gorgeous. Just needs a head.

I was just about to make the assumption that most of my life has been spent sitting. In reallity, most of it has probably been spent laying down.

AND NOW... ALL OF MY ARM JOINTS ARE COMPLETED. It's pretty magical.
Soon I'll start on the head.

YAYAYyaya

THROUGH MANY TIMES STUCK TRUDGING THROUGH BOREDOM...

I think I have thought of an end to Pride and Prejudice. Because a book that you get told to read should really end. And Darcy reminds me of my ex-cat, Sippy.
Things will go well for Darcy and Elizabeth in the beginning, with his deep personality adding a passionate side to the relationship. Until, of coarse, they've been together for a while. Then they start to drift apart. Everything is all intellectual for Darcy, and Elizabeth gets bored. And after a while, due to expectations, they have a child. And then more children. Neither one of them expecially delighted in the idea of children, but it was something expected. The extra distractions around the household push Darcy away, as Elizabeth finds him less impersonable and more dull. After a while, Darcy can't take it and leaves. He's a wealthy man, he can do what he pleases. He leaves the familly with most of the money out of guilt, and strives to forget his old life. Elizabeth is devistated, but not quite heartbroken. It's been hard taking care of her children, but now the governess does most of the work so she too leaves the household, but for short small trips to her sister's house after she's gotten over a bit of jeolousy about Jane and Mr. Bingley's great relationship. She can't stay mad at them- They're so pleasant, agreeable, and they help her through it. The event with Darcy makes Bingley a bit distant, but over time he finds a way to cope. Soon Elizabeth spends a lot of time with them, delighting in their happiness.
Meanwhile, Darcy finds his own place in the city and has published a couple of books, now working on pieces for an encyclopedia. It seems a bit dull, but he has to do something with his time. Has to always be occupied. Soon, he meets someone else, more suited to this stage in his life. She's more cerebral and distant that Elizabeth like he is, but they both need a sort of company. As he ages and slows down, he starts to think more about Elizabeth and greatly regrets not spending time with his children- But he can't go back, what he did was unforgivable. His sadness about times past pushes his new wife away, and she leaves him. Now much of his time is spent alone, strolling about the city, reminissing. He can't get it out of his mind, and he can't go back to it. After a while he just gives up, surcomming to a fever in his early fifties. Elizabeth lives on into her late seventies, always wondering what happened to him, but had found another man in her late fifties. They were very happy together until the end, and finding delight in her familly.

That would of been a more entertaining story. Maybe they wouldn't have talked as much.
It's a bit of a downer though XD

Played Webkinz today. Got loads of KinzCash.

Have you ever noticed you ever hear about getting songs stuck in your head? Do you ever see when people get images? Only on television. 

Hurting the second floor down

Well, things seem rather dull when you're impatient, and deep purple when you're indisposed. A dark purple, gathers around the edges of your vision and the sounds sound all far off and metalic.
No one loves a quitter. Not until they've quit.
Then it's useless, don't you think? It's a crazy world. Messed up one. And a wonderful one, but too full of those same clanging cliches and your head hurts while your eyes seem to smoke with pain, but it's all in your head that gets stuck in your chest, leaving everything dark and cold and fragile.
So you mustn't touch it- Musn't make a sound.
Or else it could hurt you. Make you awkward and sad, as if you wern't already.
I feel sick of daylight now, but that's what I need more of. That's what they tell me. They tell me these things, like they tell everyone else. And everyone else has their own stupid excuses. It's all stupid. I can't even do stupid yet. You'd think I'd be glad. It's a cycle of bittersweet irony. Smells discusting when you're in it. You dream about it otherwise...
That's not what I was talking about, but sure. My mind tends to wander where it pleases, either where it is most pleased or where it curls up and dies. Doesn't make sence.
Stupid, stupid human nature.
Or maybe it's just me. You feel alone when things around you go dark- To a dark, deep, black purple.
Feels hollow, and ugly, and stupid. 

LIKE CHEESE, MAN

Well, I have knees.
Yesterday I got a prize for a digital piece I did :D
I get a free scoop of ice cream. That will be quite fantastic.
Finished my elbow joints for the time being, quite sturdy now. I'd show you, but I'm too lazy to get everything set up again XD
I think I'll sleep. Sleeping is fun.
I'm hungry. Good night.

YEAH.

BEAUTIFUL. I finished him :D
He's quite gorgeous. Very fun painting, and there he is.
I'm done XD

ALMOST DONE. Just need some extra texturing, finish the wall, add some screws, maybe some splashes of turquoise lighting on the hand as well as the shoulder highlights... YES... And maybe turn up the saturation on the head circle. I forgot what he called it XD
I like getting things finished :D

ISHA.

WELL, ONLY REALLY LARGE PEOPLE NEED KNEES. THINK ABOUT IT.
I think my face malfunctioned.

YEAH.

So, I had to say something today. Here's some digital paint.

YEAH. CLOTHINGS.

Just designing me some vest and shirt for my martian friend. He's looking fantastic- Just have to wash the weird glue out of the back of his hair.
He's looking fabulous.

IT IS CURRENTLY THE SECOND OF MARCH.

Well, did some pattern making and fabric painting today. But it was good. Nothing much to say. It's a problem.

This is apparently what cheese paste looks like.
That is all.