At first I was apprehensive of coming back to this site. I recall nightmares of its horrible lag and POSTDATA messages invading my mind as I slept. I remember trying to keep up with everything everyone said, hoping I would have a response--trying to read everyone's epic novelesque journals--attempting to look at drawings after the 10th Trouble Loading Page error. But I thought what the hell, I liked it anyways.
This is just an update as to what had happened to me during that absence, as if anyone really needed to hear about it--I feel as though I owe you guys for the disappearance, at the very least.
Well, Im starting college on saturday--going to be taking japanese classes. Im going to be dedicating most of my future time making sure that I got the language down. You should anticipate a few short comics written in japanese--I feel as though by doing that, I would be able to reinforce the language in my head (and not to mention get used to manga format). Me and a friend of mine, Ava, are both taking the class together. Eventually we're going to move out to japan and initiate our careers there. He's going to go into gaming programming, and Im going to be the manga artist. If that fails, I could also go into game arts or become a translator. Really, there are a lot of options out there that I see.
A lot of the time I spent away was figuring out all this college junk--applying for the fafsa, going to the different colleges to check them out, navigating around their... horribly created sites... (seriously, you had to go through red tape to find what you wanted ><; ) applying, and a lot more boring and time-wasting prep stuff for college X3.
In more interesting news, Ive been diagnosed with depression, and I have never been happier in my life Of course, this would need a little bit of explaining.
Ya'll know my pup I got, Ieko--a pic of her was the last thing I submitted to this site. We bonded so well (like I do with all dogs, kee ^^), but then something happened that turned my world upside down. We got a notice about 2months after I got her saying that she was not allowed into the park. Why? Was she biting people? Was she causing a ruckus? Tearing up gardens? Bothering other dogs? Nope. The only reason was because she was a German shepherd
Thats it. The park didnt allow "Vicious attack dogs" like the evil GSDs--you know, the same ones who police use for rescuing people and stopping criminals, and the same ones who assist the vision and hearing impaired? Yeah. They are just absoluetly horrible pets, those german shepherds. People shrug at the demon chihuahua packs that roam this trailer park every morning, barking at people, nipping at heels, digging up gardens and pissing on everything in site... but when people see a big, smiling german shepherd dog coming at them, ears back, tail wagging like mad, a ball in her mouth coming at them... oh god, they are absolutely terrified. I can see them kneeling down before god asking forgiveness for their sins before she can get to them.
Its just absolutely stupid. Thats the only reason I couldnt keep her.. because she was a german shepherd. The letter said german shepherds, pitt bulls, ROTT-WHY-LURS (dunno how to spell them), and doberman are not allowed in the park. Also including any dog 14" or higher at shoulder and weighing more than 25 pounds. I took a stroll around the park, and noticed quite a few families with pitt bulls, big black dogs (I could tell they were black gsds), chows, and a huskie. Of course, the managers didnt care about these people. They enjoyed picking on us
Anyways, after 2 weeks of absolute pain throughout my body (I'll explain), we decided to just hide ieko--Ava told me that he had lotsa dogs at his house that he wasnt allowed to keep, and he's gotten notices before, but noone did anything to them, so I thought that maybe this was a legal precaution the park was taking, just in case my baby was actually gonna bite someone for the hell of it.
A week and a half ago, I got a second notice, and this time we were facing eviction unless we got rid of my pup. It was the absolute worst moment in my entire life, and I dont think anything else is going to come close to it, save the death of someone in my immediate family, or a friend. Me and mommy talked it out, and I talked a lot with my dearest and bestest friend Spiffy, and we worked something out. Ieko was to become a service doggy! Yay n.n
Well, after a lot of looking up paperwork, court cases, legal shtuff, etc etc, I got all that i needed, and set out to get letters from my doc. Now you see, there is a difference between the service dogs. There are disability service dogs, for hearing and seeing, and ones for emotionally disabled. Well, for the seeing/hearing, you need a lot of paperwork, the dog has to be professionally trained--a whole buncha stuff. For emotional stress dogs, you need a letter from your psychologist =3
I was referred to one by my doc (who also made me a letter. Again, I'll explain why) and today my psych guy called saying he sent off the letter. So now, there is absolutely nothing the park can do to keep my baby from me. Yay! ^-^
Alright, so I have this medical condition. It is always a constant pain throughout my legs. Ive taken tons of tests, and nothing has been found yet. The only thing we know is that it's triggered by stress, anxiety, and depression. Pain pills dont work, and all the anti-depressants Ive taken thus far have failed me (whoo, go immune system >). My psychologist diagnosed me and said that I am clinically depressed, and the ensymes created in my body keep attacking me. So he's prescribing me with some kind of super anti-depressant. Now, those times I got the letters about Ieko, it was just dreadful. The pain from the idea of loosing my baby, ontop of the pain caused by my sickness... if you ever sprained something before, thats what it felt like, except everythwere 'cept my head.
But really.. I dont care about any of that stuff any more--the biggest medicine I had was Ieko. She did so much to comfort me.. I have no idea what I would do if I had to loose her.
So now that the important stuff is outta the way, I could tell ya'll about the fun trip I had at my dad's!
I hadnt seen him in two years, about, and one day my stepmom came over while I was in the shower. I had no idea what she wanted.. and when she said "I want you to come with me on a little ride", I kid you not, I thought she was going to take me to some secluded area and kill me. I pocketed a bag of cayenne pepper (I carry it around as a defense as well as to spice up anything that Im eating) and went with her. Well, nothing happened. We went to a food place, ate, then I came back home. She wanted me to come see my dad that weekend. I thought, sure, what the hell.
Well, I got to bring Ieko with me, which was great. I saw my dad, he was happy, I saw my putrid stepbrother, he was putrid, I saw Debbie's new dog, she was kinda cute, and I stayed there for 3 uncomfortable days. I had never felt much comfort around my dad for lotsa reasons, I never had liked bryan, and debbie was an evil megabitch wearing a woman's mask. I thought I'd make the best of my stay there (and get the hell out of the house) and went to see all mine and bryan's old mountain friends (my dad lives in the mountains). We had fun. I liked those guys and I dont think I'll ever stop. They're pretty cool. And then, the fun part!
Well, there is this golf cart my dad fixed up, and now its basically a mini pickup truck. Really tough, really powerful. Bryan isnt supposed to drive it because he's really immature and reckless. But, his little girlfriend was coming up the mountain today to see him, and so my dad, being the nice guy, let bryan drive it this once. We all clambered in, an ominus feeling looming over me. Its too bad I shrugged it off. Woulda saved me a lot of pain. Bryan was the driver, his chick by his side, and his friend on the other side of the girl. Me and my best of the mountain friends were sitting in back. We were sitting on chairs in the back of the golfcart. When I first saw that--when I first heard of that.. I thought it was the dumbest thing EVER. You could get hurt doing something stupid like that! But it was explained to me that they've always done it everytime the golf cart was taken out. The driver was to drive slow and carefully, and not once in the 5 years we had the thing had anyone ever had an accident. Well, we got into the chairs, me and the mountain friend, and bryan sped off, swerving left and right. I looked over my shoulder at my crazy stepbrother, pretty ticked off. But I saw that it was a plan of his: Act crazy and reckless. The girls love that kinda daredevil guy. Sure enough, his girl was screaming playfully and hugging him tight. I bet if I had glanced towards bryan's crotch, I would have seen a denim tent standing stong and tall.
Anyways, I digress on the details. One swerve too sharp, and all I remember was laying down as though I was going to sleep. Flopping down on my bed.. thats what it looked like from my point of view, the sky turning horizontal to vertical. The impact of me falling out of the cart at 40mph didnt hurt as much as I would have expected an accitent like that to hurt. I remember right as I was falling, my right hand spun me around to try and catch me from falling. It didnt work though, and it was smashed under the force of my body, and then my head came next and I flipped and rolled a wee bit. To my advantage and disadvantage, I was taking vicodin for my leg pain, and i had recently taken one. Advantage: When I fell, I hardly felt any pain at all. Disadvantage: I could have caught myself a bit better if I had not been dilusioned by the stupid drug.
ANyways, I remember getting to my knees, looking over at the bastard, who was no running out of the car holding his girl in one hand, another hand pulling his hair out of his eyes, and his mouth open in a way it looked like he was about to give someone oral. Joey, bryan's friend came over to me and tried lifting me up, saying repeatedly "Man, you're the coolest guy ever!" I didnt really understand what he meant... maybe he sought to compliment me in hopes of me not blaming them or something. I told him to give me a moment and I laid down on the ground. After a moment of rest, I pushed myself to my feet and got in the cart again and they drove me to my dad's house. I was displeased to see that my Ieko was tied up outside.. but thats how my dad is. If he's home, no dogs allowed inside. The band of four brought me into the bathroom and closed the door. I got to look in the mirror and I saw my face. In the light I could see everything. For a moment I smiled because I thought that it was all on one side of my face, so I could now dress up like Erik from The Phantom of the Opera, but that smile was taken away as soon as I begun to feel pain. Thats what usually happens--no wound begins to hurt until you see the blood. My hands were both kinda torn up, my right hand curled and bent. It wasnt bent the wrong way--it bent and contorted and curled itself from the pain that the vicodin had been hiding until now. Kinda like how shrimp and crawfish curl up when you boil them. It reminded me of that. Huge gashes spanned across my face-- on the cheekbone, on the chin, forehead, ear, and upper lip. All on the left side. My elbows and knees were scraped, and my right knee was bruised. My back also had some marks, and there were tears in my best shirt. I think thats what made me most sad. I liked that shirt a lot =/
I remember my dad poking his head in the room, looked at bryan with a medusa stare, said "Thats nice.." and left. I continued to try and wash myself off, but the blood had already dried, and plus, I had only my left hand to use, which was difficult.
The nights took forever to pass. I had my leg pain, my wound pain, and now the vicodin was making me sick (if I take too many I throw up, but sometimes one doesnt work for me). It was such a lovely trip n.n (Thanks to the company of Ieko I was really okay, though).
I came back home and my mom was in a state of shock. My left eyelid had swollen, looking like someone gave me a good slug to the eye. It was a horrible site, I bet.
So yeah, my wrist still is incaipable of too much pressure because of that. I can sketch, sometimes ink, but I am incaipable of coloring like I used to for now.
Other stuff happened too Spiffy came out to California agian--its just too bad that it didnt work out as well as we hoped But at least where he lives now makes him happy n.n
Ive started doing my manga (the sketches) and Im gonna complete them on the computer once I get a tablet. Probably not gonna post them at that time. Im gonna wait until I can get a bunch done and then slowly post chunks so Im not pressured that I gotta complete the next part THIS WEEK.
Ah.. I think thats really all
Oh oh oh, if I owe you guys an art trade thing, you need to let me know, okay? Im really only going to be able to sketch things for you--maybe ink them if my wrist aint bothering me too much. No matter how old the trade is, if we had agreed on one and I am delinquent on the trade, then you gotta let me know. Even if I dont owe you one, ya'll might as well try to convince me. Now's the time to take advantage