| Time Limited Print Sale! |
[Dec. 26th, 2009|04:39 pm] |
It is time for the 3rd Time Limited Print Sale!!!
(the first was back in 07' for 'Mizuame'.)
(and the second one in 08' for 'Two Sisters'.)
This is a type of sale where the print will be available for exactly one hour,
and ANYONE who clicks the button during that time will be guaranteed a print.
(the edition size will be much larger than usual of course.)
The sale will most likely happen in mid-January.
i cant seem to post the POLL on to this entry.
so please see the newest entry to vote in the poll.
unfortunately if you do not have a Live Journal account, it doesn't let you click,
but feel free to leave a comment and will count those in.
Thankyou so much!!!
~ 'Yuuwaku'
~ 'Migwawari'
~ 'Meisai'
~ 'Hyakki Yakou'
~ 'Mezameru Maeni' |
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| This is how I know he knows me... |
[Dec. 23rd, 2009|10:12 pm] |
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"you should never be embarrassed by your trouble with living, cause its the ones with the sorest throats that have done the most singing" |
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| You're gonna fake it, afterall. |
[Dec. 23rd, 2009|10:07 pm] |
Reality is cold and unapologetic. I have been struggling to hold onto any positive feelings I have for myself, ones that I have only just gained in the past three months. They are slipping away at a rapid pace. Every day one good thought is replaced by one truth.
You are beautiful. - You are sickly, and pale and your hair is falling out.
You are smart and capable. - You are foolish and failing.
You are gonna make it on your own. - You are a weepy, depressed, mess of emotions. Failure.
I have gotten myself into a place that I might not be able to crawl out of. I would like to think that it can't always be dismal, and the sun will shine again. I really would like to.
I need Jeremy to come home. He promised multiple times, nomatterwhat, he will be with me on Christmas. But, I should have known all along that since he would be driving from Portland, into a possibly record-breaking blizzard, that it wasn't really going to happen. But still, I held onto the hope that it actually might. Nope. "Hey baby, I've got some good news, and some bad news." It's hard to stop sobbing once you start, and sometimes it's really hard to stop it from starting. I know that its safer for him to stay there, but it was still devastating. More terrible than I thought it could be. But, it is a well-known fact that I often over-react to imagined feelings of abandonment. Let's not forget that I am indeed, crazy.
Jeremy's tour is an epic failure as far as I'm concerned, and its not Jeremy's doing. I hope this thing with Tony ends as soon as they play their last booked show. Tony is undeserving of Jeremy's talent. I have never in my life heard someone talk(scream) to(at) a friend the way he does Jeremy. Its appalling. Spoiled fucking brat.
I think I have pneumonia. Or something else that is impending my breathing, and causing me to cough uncontrollably to the point of gagging. My chest hurts. There is rust-colored slime flying out of my lungs. I am always teeth-chattering cold, but sweat profusely at night. Every fucking symptom of pneumonia, and no health insurance. I can't even afford to go into a minute clinic. If I die of pneumonia, after everything else I have been through that hasn't killed me, it would be reaaaally lame.
I want to start getting healthy, and its not working. At all.
On the slightbrightside, Nathan and I are working on re-forming our relationship. We melted it down, and are slowly pouring it into a friendship mold. We'll see if it comes out right. I really hope it does. I would like him to be my friend. Even though lately we have resembled a pair of mortal enemies, we truly are brother and sister in spirit. I feel like we will always have an intense pull to one another. I understand him, and he understands me. He is the only person that really knows me. All of me, good and worst.
Hopefully this 10 to 20 inches of snow brings some warm Festivus feelings with it. I really need some right now. |
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[Dec. 22nd, 2009|04:28 pm] |
Going home for the holidays. They don't know which will be an awesome surprise and I've been lying to them about not being able to go. I wasn't able to go home last year and was resigned to eating Jack in the Box for three straight meals. We mean to change that this year. Ha!
I started talking to Kristin again. I know that I need to put more effort into talking to her if I want any type of relationship with her instead of waiting for her to take the initiative to talk to me. This growing up thing is an interesting adventure.
Cheers. =] |
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[Dec. 22nd, 2009|12:57 am] |
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i am so sad, i get so giddily happy over something as little as that one-liner.
it's amazing what this guy can do to me and i wonder why.
ughhh, hate feeling like this!
but having said that, it's a good distraction. |
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[Dec. 19th, 2009|03:59 pm] |
 perth, expect me in 4 dayssss |
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[Dec. 18th, 2009|12:15 am] |
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The worst part of being betrayed is thinking back to all the happy times and knowing that they were all fake. Not only do you feel stupid and a fool, but that the other person knew it all along and kept it up which makes the joke all that more cruel. Every sweet word, every soft delicate glance, every sweet kiss and everything that made being with that person pleasurable was a lie. What meant everything to you, in reality meant nothing at all to the other person. How does a person ever get over so deep a pain? |
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