Firstly, I would like to direct your attention to this: [link]
The lovely ~ZombiePluto got one of my drawings tattooed by one ~Junkyard-Zombie. I was pretty excited about it.

Secondly, I've always wavered between not caring about events such as the New Year and trying to find some kind of meaning for myself in them. Using this day to put the past year into perspective and make some kind of plan for the future always seemed attractive but pointless. I suppose because I was never the kind of person who thought much about the future. I spent my teenage and first adult years having no real plans, having no idea what I wanted to do with my life. So I did what other people wanted for me. I did this without even really realizing it, and it didn't get me anywhere worth going. Maybe that's why I've always felt zombified. But I put an end to it this year. I knew 2009 was going to be weird and hard, and it was. It's also strange to note that this time last year I was still a recovering agoraphobic, and while I know this is something I'll probably always have to work at, I can now leave the house by myself with pretty much no anxiety. I guess it's this new feeling of control that made this year amazing for me, and I am actually looking forward to 2010.

Since we have a whole decade to reflect on here, I wanted to note that 10 years ago I had no real interest in art. I started middle school, and the way it was set up 7th graders had to choose between art class and band. I didn't want to be a band geek so I chose art. The class was pretty horrible--the teacher some puritanical old fossil who had us all drawing angels and animals and cartoon sailors. She was very strict about us coloring everything realistically so I would make the animals wild neon colors and draw weird backgrounds just to rebel. I wasn't trying to be creative. I was just being a dick. But somehow instead of getting in trouble she took a liking to me, started encouraging me. I hated school and soon started drawing in my other classes. This was the only way to get through the day for me. And that's how it began. Final Fantasy fanart to anime to elves to little girls with no eyes and ah, here we are.

Anyways, Happy New Year, y'all. Enjoy and take care.

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I should probably report that there hasn't been a werewolf sighting in these parts in months and all the good townsfolk seem to have returned to life as usual.

Anyway. It's finally October! Have you any plans for Halloween yet, costume ideas and such? I'm thinking about going as the Log Lady but I usually end up as a zombie or one of those losers with a "this is my costume" shirts no matter what I plan.

Also, I (re)started a blog to post works in progress and such, and to probably talk about my hair and minor characters I'm still upset that they killed off of The X Files: [link]
If any of you are of the blogging persuasion, do let me know.

Recently, members of my family were featured on the season finale of the show Paranormal State. The episode was entitled "Devil's Nest." It concerns a suicidal Satanic drag queen who opened up a portal to Hell in his cabin that trapped his soul and allowed a wolf monster to terrorize the current resident who once prayed to Satan to become a werewolf.

Seriously. You can watch it on youtube if you're interested: [link] It's pretty damn funny.

The Satanic drag queen was my cousin, Rocky. He's kind of, well, the dark family secret you don't talk about. So you can imagine how thrilled my family was to have it told to the world on television. Especially since a lot of it was bullshit. The show made it out like he killed himself in the cabin. He didn't. Also, he was not a Satanist. He had an interest in the occult, yes, but so did his sister, Lavern the landlady. The scenes where they interviewed her were...creatively edited. They wanted to interview her again for the epilogue or whatever, but by that time she was so fed up that she didn't want anything else to do with them. And the people claiming they were attacked by the wolf creature? Comedy gold! Oh, Southwest Virginia, don't ever change.

Most everyone in my family is pissed off. It's kind of become a local sensation. Small town, you know. But I loved it. So much fun. I watch a lot of paranormal shows and always wonder how much is faked. Now I have a good idea. You can't believe everything you see on tv. Who would have thought?

I'm going to write a book about it, and then when it's a terrifying bestseller they'll make a movie and it'll be the best movie about ghostly drag queens and redneck demon wolves ever.

tomorrow is my last day of class! dancing is allowed, but not encouraged. i'm moving back in with my parents for the summer to save money at the cost of my precious sanity. i need to find a job. and after that i don't know what's going to happen. i haven't registered for fall classes. does this mean i'm not going back to school next semester? i don't know! if someone with a magic 8-ball would please consult it for me, i'd appreciate it. i would like to get away from southwest virginia/east tennessee, so whatever comes next, that's the general plan. i've been pretty happy here lately and i can't really explain why. but i think i have finally gotten over some things i needed very badly to put behind me. i've levelled up or something.

so anyway. how's everyone else doing? how 'bout this season of lost, huh? got a couch for me to crash on when i run away?