I'm thinking of abandoning Devart....

<3:
-I get to show people about my art
-Devart's a puplic place where SOMEONE could tell me how I need to improve because I KNOW that there's something I need to improve on.
-Pez comments.

< 3
..... what?

</3:
-I get few comments (I know why )
-I get little advice
-Pressure to put stuff up
-So... Many... Things... To look at...
-It takes quite a while to get something loaded onto this
-Devart always goes down when I wanna upload something
-When I do upload something, it isn't something that's anything close to being my best
-I suck.


yeah, like any of you care.

I don't know if I'm really leaving or not, but chances are high.

I'll post something else saying whether or not I'm leaving when I have made up my mind.









PezDspencer

I KNOW I SUCK AT KEEPING UP MY JOURNAL ENTRIES </caps>
but yeah
ohh emm eff gee
funneh time

(depending on your sense of humor. if it's demented like mine, then this is hilarious)

"Kaia : ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A GIRL WHO HADN'T SEEN HER MOTHER IN 7 YEARS
Kaia : AND SHE WAS FORCED TO WEAR METAL CLOTHES
Pez : XD WTF
Pez : THIS STORY IS ALREADY AWESOME
Kaia : AND SHE WAS TOLD "WHEN YOU WEAR OUT THESE CLOTHES, I AM SURE YOU CAN GO SEE YOUR MOTHER"
Kaia : SO SHE RUBBED HERSELF AGAINST THE WALLS OF HER ROOM, TRYING DESPERATELY TO TEAR HER METAL CLOTHES
Kaia : AND FINALLY SHE DID
Kaia : SO SHE WAS GIVEN A BASKET OF BREAD AND BUTTER, MILK, AND A BIT OF CHEESE
Kaia : AND SOME NEW CLOTHES AND A RED RIDING HOOD
Kaia : SO SHE SET OFF TO HER MOTHER'S HOUSE
Kaia : ALONG THE WAY SHE MET A WOLF, WHO ASKED HER "WHAT IS IN THE BASKET"
Kaia : "BREAD AND BUTTER, MILK, AND A BIT OF CHEESE" THE GIRL REPLIED
Kaia : THE WOLF ASKED HER
Kaia : "WHERE ARE YOU GOING"
Kaia : "TO MY MOTHER'S HOUSE" THE GIRL REPLIED
Kaia : "WILL YOU TRAVEL DOWN THE PATH OF PINS OR THE PATH OF NEEDLES?"
Kaia : "THE PATH OF PINS" THE GIRL REPLIED AGAIN
Kaia : SO THE WOLF RAN DOWN THE PATH OF NEEDLES, AND ATE UP THE GIRL'S MOTHER
Kaia : FINALLY THE GIRL REACHED HER MOTHER'S HOUSE
Kaia : AND WHEN SHE KNOCKED, THE DOOR CRACKED OPEN A BIT, UNLOCKED
Kaia : "COME IN, DEAR, IT IS OPEN" SAID A VOICE FROM WITHIN
Kaia : THE GIRL WALKED IN AND SET THE BACKET DOWN ON THE TABLE, AND SAID "I BROUGHT YOU SOME BREAD AND BUTTER, MILK, AND A BIT OF CHEESE"
Kaia : "AH, THANK YOU, DEAR." THE VOICE REPLIED
Kaia : THE GIRL LOOKED OVER TO THE BED
Kaia : AND SAW THAT THE VOICE WAS COMING FROM SOMEONE WHO WAS WRAPPED UP IN THE SHEETS
Kaia : HAVING WALKED THE LONG WAY, THE GIRL SAID "MOTHER, I'M HUNGRY"
Kaia : "THERE IS SOME MEAT IN THE CUPBOARD. EAT IT"
Kaia : SO THE GIRL WENT AND GOT THE MEAT, AND ATE OF IT
Kaia : A CAT JUMPED ONTO THE COUNTER, AND SAID
Kaia : "THAT IS YOUR MOTHER'S FLESH YOU'RE EATING"
Kaia : "MOTHER, A CAT JUMPED ONTO THE COUNTER, AND IT SAYS I AM EATING YOUR FLESH...."
Kaia : THE GIRL SAID QUIETLY
Kaia : "THROW YOUR SHOE AT THE CAT" THE VOICE TOLD HER
Kaia : AND SO SHE DID AND THE CAT RAN AWAY
Kaia : HAVING WALKED THE LONG WAY
Kaia : AND EATEN THE MEAT
Kaia : THE GIRL SAID "MOTHER, I'M THIRSTY"
Kaia : "THERE IS SOME WINE IN THE CABINET. DRINK IT."
Kaia : SO THE GIRL WENT AND GOT THE JAR AND DRANK OF IT
Pez : BLOOD
Kaia : A BIRD FLEW IN AND PERCHED ON THE MANTLE
Kaia : AND IT SAID
Kaia : "THAT IS YOUR MOTHER'S BLOOD YOU'RE DRINKING"
Kaia : (INDEED)
Pez : I'M GOOD
Pez : keep going sorry
Kaia : "MOTHER, A BIRD FLEW IN AND PERCHED ON THE MANTLE, AND IT SAYS I AM DRINKING YOUR BLOOD..."
Kaia : THE GIRL SAID WEARILY
Kaia : "THROW YOUR CLOAK AT THE BIRD" THE VOICE TOLD HER
Kaia : AND SO SHE DID
Kaia : HAVING WALKED THE LONG WAS
Kaia : *WAY
Kaia : EATEN THE MEAT
Kaia : AND DRANK THE BLOOD
Kaia : THE GIRL SAID "MOTHER, I'M TIRED
Kaia : "
Kaia : "MY BED IS MADE FOR TWO. JOIN ME."
Kaia : SO THE GIRL WALKED OVER TO THE BED, TO FIND HER MOTHER LYING THERE IN A STRANGE POSITION
Kaia : "MOTHER, WHAT BIG EARS YOU HAVE"
Kaia : "THE BETTER TO SEE YOU WITH, MY DEAR"
Kaia : "MOTHER, WHAT BIG EYES YOU HAVE"
Kaia : *HEAR
Kaia : "THE BETTER TO SEE YOU WITH, MY DEAR
Kaia : "
Kaia : "MOTHER, WHAT BIG CLAWS YOU HAVE"
Kaia : "THE BETTER TO HOLD YOU WITH, MY DEAR"
Kaia : "MOTHER, WHAT BIG TEETH YOU HAVE!!!"
Kaia : AND THE WOLF ATE UP LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
Kaia : THE END
Pez : XD
Kaia : WASN'T THAT BEAUTIFUL
Pez : INDEED
Kaia : LOL
Pez : so touching............
Kaia : I was all OHH EMM EFF GEE THAT'S SO AWESOME
Kaia : indeed
Pez : XD"

I LOVE THE MOVIE JIN-ROH: THE WOLF BRIGADE


HOW'S THAT FOR A JOURNAL ENTRY.

... want more?

Kaia : "WOHWOHWOHWTF SOME PERSON NAMED WHITNEY SENT YOU A SOCK AND A DRAWING OF YOU WTF
Kaia : "
Xbox : whitney!?
Kaia : YEAH THAT'S ME
Xbox : i thought it was kaiaLOL!
Kaia : LOL
Kaia : MY REAL NAME'S NOT KAIA XD
Xbox : o LOL XD
Kaia : LMFAO
Kaia : YOU'RE NOT THE FIRST TO THINK MY REAL NAME IS KAIA
Kaia : ...... I KINDA WISH IT WAS, THE ONLY OTHER GIRLS NAMED WHITNEY AROUND HERE ARE WHORES
Xbox : LOL

I'm over at a friend's house
And I brought pics on floppies
But some of them didn't want to be gotten off
'Cuz they're retarded
But some of them have gotten off
And I'm going upload crazy
'Cuz her internet doesn't suck like mine does!

You know, I should start doing my journal daily... or sorta daily, whenever I get on

Hmm what's been happening the past few days......


Nothing exciting. XD I had Friday off, and I have tomorrow off, but then it's BACK TO PRISON AAAGH! And I wonder if we're gonna have band practice anymore... We got scores of 2 but we're not going to state or whatever, blegh.
We played Our Heritage, Evening Prayer, and the BlackHawk Overture. I love the BlackHawk Overture, I always play both my Orchestra Bells and the Xylophone right next to me in band class, but never in practice or performing. I wonder if we would have gotten any extra points if I had played the extra part in BlackHawk Overture...
... Bb Eb D Eb F, Bb, Eb D Eb F G C Bb... C D Eb, D C Bb, C Bb, F... Ab, G F Eb... D... Eb!
MOUHAHA I'm just bored.
And I don't really know how to do a proper journal but um that's besides the point. Don't tell me I suck, I already know. XD


..mmmmmmmmmmm......... apples and peanut butter.

Shut up.