Monday, November 17, 2008

   ksk
I haven't done a happy face in a while. I'll have to post when I'm happy sometime. Not to say I'm not, but I'm tired and stuff too.

Thanks Ezel and Kelsey for the comments.

I have two dogs right now. One is a bulldog, named Angel. She's built a little slighter than she should be so people usually think she's a large, ugly French bulldog. The other is a mutt. His name is Rocks. I had to put his sister down in June so he's been a little depressed. I have a cat too. She's convinced she's a dog. She's even howled and barked. Sounded like a pomerianian. It was odd.

I've never seen betta spelled with only one 't' before. But, yeah, that's the kind I got. I have guppies and swordtails too. I used to breed them but my lines got really in-bred when I was gone. No one bothered to keep up my work when I was away. It was just six years of work. I guess it's no big deal (I could've strangled them).

And I'm not nearly as underweight as your mom. I was about 10-15 lbs. but I think I'm getting better. Haven't checked but I've been eating a lot. Then again my metabolism is really high lately....

Anyway, how is everyone? Well? Busy? Mix of emotions? I'm busy and tired. Tired but insomnia is kicking in again. I don't know what it is about this state but I don't sleep in it. Hopefully it's just this house and things will get sleepy when I move out...again. Been moving out a lot lately.

Christmas is coming up. Joy. No, it's all family getting together. It's great, well, unless you're my family. Last year wasn't so bad. It was actually fun for the first time in memory. It probably looked really awful from an outsiders view though. Last year was supposed to be my last Christmas with the family. They didn't know that, but that was my plan. I was going to stay in California, alone in my apartment. But, California shot my brain and I had to leave. When someone asks if Cherokee is a Native tribe then you're in the wrong place.

Well, enough about that. I'm tired of talking about that state. I'll go back to Christmas. I guess the two somewhat tie together.

Because of my sudden move away from that state, now I am being roped up in the family...again. Little fact about me and the two families around me; they both had/have a lot of dislike for me. My mom's family, I'll call them the V family, never liked me. I look like them, but I guess I didn't act like them. I was always freewilled and wildfire. Yeah, they weren't fans of that. They still don't like me, but an uncle, who married into the family, is now having an open affair with some woman. So my aunt is devestated. I have to hear all about it because they tell my mom and she relays it to me. That's how it always is. So, now I have to figure something out about that just to get everyone to shut up. If it were me, I'd be so angry that he did something that low I wouldn't be having her issues. She's blaming herself because she couldn't have kids (his fault actually, they were weak and I'll tell him that if I ever see him again since no one else will). She's willing to take him back if he stops and gets help. Oh no, he's not allowed back in. The V family has always been extra nice and open to him. He made everyone feel sorry for him because his parents were jerks and he was the only Jewish guy in the family. He got the house when my grandparents died. We owe him nothing. I haven't seen the V family in many years, but I will personally make sure he never gets back in. The man thinks I'm a demon. well, if he tries to worm his way back in only to do this again, then he'll see how much of a demon I really am.

And now my dad's family, the Z family. They didn't like me at all when I was growing up. Now that I'm older my aunt and her husband are coming around. They might be ticked about my sudden departure from film school, but after I talk to them about it I'm sure they'll understand that I would've died. My brain would've either rotted out my ears or I would've crashed my car drag racing. That was sort of my escape. Better than drugs, higher risk of death though. My uncle, well, we had a disagreement a few years back and he's just starting to come around. I perfer him hating me and since it doesn't take him much to hate someone I'm sure he'll be right back on track with me again. Honestly, I think he brought the film school thing and was trying to worm his way into the success I could've had. I'm more active among the Z family since I have to see them for Christmas every year. I always have to fix everything though. It's stressful. Which is why my surname is Regnavi. Nothing but fragments of me attached to that one.

Now, I'm leaving for Baltimore friday. I have to fly there. I hate flying. But I haven't been to Baltimore since I was like four or something. I think I'm there for a day, then a really long (because I'm not the one driving) drive to Florida. Then I drive back to Indiana two months later, after Christmas.

Why am I leaving for Christmas this soon? I have to train dogs. My grandmother has two show pomerianians. I have to fly to Baltimore because she's driving there from Philly to show them. I have to help. My cousin also lives in Baltimore right now with her fiance (yes, finally after 5/6 years). They have two dogs. One is a lab and he only listens to the fiance. Well, he'll be in California visiting his family so the dog is coming to Florida. I have to train him too. And then my aunt's husband got a puppy for his sixtith birthday. I have to train that one too because my aunt doesn't know how. I should be charging money for this.

Good news about Christmas at my aunt's house, other than the house being a mansion and full of dogs, it's off the channels near the Gulf. So there are manatee, sharks, dolphins, boar, eagles, egrets, ibis, osprey, and stuff like that. Last year I went jet skiing with the dolphins. They like to jump in the surf. Kind of freaky when you don't expect it, them jumping up behind you. And I got to watch the osprey hunt. I love those birds. I love raptors in general, but osprey I always had a soft spot for. Well, the Australian osprey when I was really really little. Now all in general.

Well, even though Christmas will be trying as ever, the wildlife will be worth the trip. Hope these idiots don't expect miricles with their dogs though. I can't make another like my Milleficent. Great dog. Sad to see her go.

Take care everyone! Sorry this is so long. I might not get around to posting for a long time.
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Thursday, November 13, 2008

   kjdf
Thanks for the comment, Kelsey. I don't really care if I get comments or not. I only post when I'm bored, or avoiding some kind of work. Right now it's writing and coloring. That's funny your friend is going to Syracuse. I lived an hour south-east when I lived in New York. A tiny little village near Cortland.

Well, another question mark. Mostly tired, but really starving. I just can't get enough food lately. Must come from being a tad underweight still. I get full quick, on not a lot, but then I'm starving the second I walk down the stairs (I live in an "in-law" suite downstairs).

Se la ve.

I just remember I was supposed to call HQ again today. Oops.

Um, so I didn't call. What did I do? Spent over 100$ on dog food. I only have two dogs now but it still cost the same to feed them as when I had three. I bought algae waffers too for Franco, my algae eater. He was very hungry and ate all the algae in the tank.

Oh, and I bought a betta. His name is Mikhail. Now I have two. Mikhail and Forsa. I drove Forsa over from California. She's been a long way indeed. The joke was my roommates and others in California would miss Forsa more than me. I was probably right. They were always trying to play with her. Dragging their fingers over the bowl every time they got near her.



New picture. I already did the background today. And tonight I'm scanning in the traditional line art. It's finally dry enough to erase the pencil marks.

Yay! Dinner! I get food!
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Friday, November 7, 2008

   diytd
Question mark mood. What does that mean?

Well, I'm not sure that's why I put it. I'm tired, restless, hungry, and bored. They don't have a face for that.

And hello to Angel. Thank you for the comments. Yes, I don't get comments. I think I rant too much. And it'll never get old. World Champions -shiver-. My sports heart lies in Philly, as well as my birth records. I don't live there anymore and haven't for years, but I'm hoping for a pent house there someday. Now, to get the cash.

So, I've been off for a couple days...I think. Or a day. Something. I really need to get over to my dA account. I've been off over there for nearly a week, I think. Well, I haven't been on theOtaku either.

I just do that. I randomly don't go on. When I was living out west I was on the internet every single day pretty much all day. So I'm a little sick of it.

Cali detox update: I'm still not at 100% as far as my thinking ability goes. but I was a freak with that anyway. I'd say I'm 99.7%. I'm still underweight. I should be 115-120lbs. Still 105lbs. Chocolate, ice cream, soda, all useless when your metabolism is so high.

And after reading Angel's post I just had to mention the rebellion-conforming switch.

I'm a college student, not currently but I was a couple weeks ago and will be in Jan. So, as a college student I see a lot of people trying to be rebels and badass. I live with someone trying to be that. Funny how they all do it the same way? Drugs, sex, drinking, parties, wreakless driving. They brag and compare to see who is the bigger rebel. Um, yeah, that's what we call a norm. Now that that is seen as the norm, doing it doesn't make you a rebel. Not doing it does.

I really shouldn't talk though. When badass still meant what these kids think it means the word was too weak to describe me. I stayed away from the norms, but fighting those who called themselves gangsters, gambling, racing, jumping in front of cars, yeah, I was just a little self-destructive. I woke up, but it really was a double life while this was going on. My friends, my family, they didn't know. They still don't. I never bothered to tell them because I grew out of it so fast. It was two years of me being angry. Why I was angry I don't know.

And as far as rebels go, well, I won't go into that. I think knowing about my angry issue from when I was 11-13 is enough. If I wasn't smart I'd probably be six feet under.

I admit that I did do some drag racing a few weeks back. I hit 90mph. All I accomplished by doing this was getting the poor guy I was racing falling even more head-over-heels. Last post I mentioned my wariness of people. Yeah, he was sort of why. I thought he was just being nice, but then I realised that he was calling me pretty and cute, and mentioned marriage so much because of what he felt. And, yeah, it freaked me out. Especially the marriage thing because he actually talked about that a lot and then asked for a way to contact me. Thankfully, I had no way. But yeah, then he also got all the other guys in the room calling me pretty and cute. So, that was just really awkward. People don't ever do that to me.

Well, on to things that I'm not burying in the past. Yesterday I went and met with a college. I'm scrambling around trying to get into a Biology program before Jan. Film school was supposed to be the next three years. I stayed for two months. So, yeah, kind of a mis-fire there. I did well on all my shoots, I just like science a hundred times more. Probably should've thought that through better. I just got too restless and had to leave.

So, met with the college but now I'm torn. I want to do Genetics so bad. It would be a lot of really hard work but really fun. Or, I could do Wildlife Biology where I work with wolves, tigers, and stuff like that. I could probably even go work with wolves in Romania for a semester or something. So, currently I have Wildlife Biology listed as my first choice, even though Genetics has been my choice since I was a kid.

And I also finished some backstory. 47,102 words. 121 pages. I'm pretty sure it's done but you never know.

Well, this is probably needlessly long and my fingers are sore from texting an old roommate.
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Monday, November 3, 2008

   dmkhkt
I just don't want to sleep right now. I don't have anything to really say, but when has that ever stopped me?

I talked a little with HQ. Nothing really business related, just asking them about Halloween. It's so nice to be in the same time zone again.

I got a call from the Obama people in New York. I, um, don't live in New York. I haven't lived in New York for three years. Currently my address is California, even though I don't live there either.

Anyway, the call came fairly late. Just some kid, but he seemed nice. Asked if I was voting Obama, said something else. I wasn't paying much attention because I'm dead tired and I was watching a movie. Just said no. What I loved was how he didn't try to convince me otherwise. Said thank you and good night.

I'm still slightly wary of people who talk to me. It's aftermath from my final week out in film school. That shoot messed everything up. I was happy being ignorant of what the people thought of me. -sigh- It was a little weird and complicated so I don't really want to go into detail. Let's just say looking back on it the next morning I freaked out. Oh no, it wasn't that. Not close.

There is something about my character. What it is I don't know. Before I left I got a spiritual reading thing, because the boy wanted to try it and I was never going to see him again so what the heck. Got some stuff dead on. Concerning my character...I was referred to as a warrior several times. Told this to my mother, she agreed.

About my character...I don't stop. I'm always moving. I just don't know how to explain it. I guess the best example would be the recent situation. I never had the desire to go to California, but I did it. I picked up all my stuff and took off. Two months later I took my stuff and came back. Out west I was so bored and restless that I would take off at random and odd hours. I would just call out that I was going to the post office, and leave. Then I'd be home anywhere from five minutes to over an hour later. I probably scared my poor roommates with my odd behavior.

When I was young, really young, I'm talking single digits, I was called the wind, or windy. I thought this was due to my speed as I was fast back then. But it could've been due to my nature. I'm the wind, but I was also fire.

Thankfully I'm a bit more mello now. But that urge to leave, to just get out, that's coming back. I like to rationalize. I'm a Scientist by nature. I can only assume that this urge is some primal thing, some primal need. What is it though? I have to be looking for something, but what? Truth? Extremely likely. I've taken beliefs from the old alchemical texts. Freedom? Definately. Freedom is what I know I want. I'm just not really sure what that means. As an American, born and raised, what freedom am I looking for?

Sorry for the weird post. I'm tired and still in "Cali detox".
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Friday, October 31, 2008

   jyd
Happy Halloween!

Can't stay.

Hope you have a good one.

~Sinny
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