Uhm, I almost forgot my Livejournal. Again. Well, a quick sketch of Aizen being totally smexy and hugging Ichigo. Yep, that's my current obsession.

(yes, I'm seriously thinking about doing a doujinshi of those two. And a Tom/Harry one. That one is already written. I only have to get my hand to work. And fix my tablet. D: fuck you, windows 7).

Dije. Dejá de babosearte con las imágenes de Hinakick; hacé tu propio fanart. No soy muy amiga del Photoshop, pero me daba lástima que mi tableta anduviera juntando polvo. Así que, bue, me mando algo.
Además era el último día de vacaciones y no quería empezar las clases without a bit of Harry/Tom goodness.



Ese resultó el primer sketch. La idea era mostrar el tipo de H/T que me gusta, possesive!Tom & defiant!Harry. Me gusta toda la dinámica "te amo pero vos no me forreás"/"stfu sos mío" que pueden llegar a tener, equisdé. Los dos aparecen mirando al espectador, como si los hubieran interrumpido en medio de una buena chapada (lo cual, tristemente, no es cierto T.T). La expresión de Harry es del estilo "deer caught in the headlights" con un poco del viejo "eh guacho, cerrá la puerta que estamos haciendo algo" y algo de "si, estoy en medio de un acto pre-coito con uno de mis más acérrimos enemigos y me importa un joraca", mientras que la de Tom es más "heh".
En fin, después de pelearme chorrocientasmil veces con la mano de Harry, el rostro de Tom, y esa anatomía forzada que hice para que acentuara el "abrazo", quedó esto:


A pesar de que la ropa me hizo acabar un par (muchas) veces porque soy totalmente inepta a la hora de dibujar pliegues y me encantó como quedo al final, el pelo todavía me hacer ragear pretty hard. Urgh, es horrible. La próxima vez lo pinto todo de un color plano y me cago de risa. Le llamamos LICENCIA ARTÍSTICA PUTA MADREEE. :D
Violentango quedó como el título porque Astor Piazolla tiene canciones sencillamente orgásmicas y dramáticas y faaaaa están buenísimas. A estos dos les queda bien un tango para definirlos. Por más extranjerizantemente yanquinino que suene algo así.

So here I was, minding my own business, reading books on magickckckckckclololol i said magick w k!!111elevenone…

/psychosis.

Aherm. Here I was, learning some magick, being generally interested in shit that doesn’t work, when I suddenly found this book published last thursday in the 1880s, when PEOPLE ALREADY KNEW THAT THE BIBLE WAS 95% BULLSHIT atheism was completely pwning some serious christian asses.  Yes, I have a ton of shit about magic and the occult in my harddrive.  *wink wink* Magic. And magic wands. Loooots of magic wands.

Mandatory sexual innuendos aside, the book made me rage pretty hard. Well, at least what I’ve read so far (… chapter one) is kind of like the ancient form of trolling. The writer takes his time to say that we atheist are all scum of the earth and we should die yadah yadah *epic lights of doom in the background and everything*, and then quotes one of the most objectives, evidence-based, scientific books that humankind has ever had the disgrace to see: yessir, the Holy Bible.

Because we know that putting two plus two together equals the magical creation of the universe by an invisible god who loves us but actually banned us from heaven because we stole an apple that he could have easily kept hidden from us. Makes perfect sense.

Seriously, we spent almost two thousand years believing that shit, what the fuck humanity. What the fuck.

So, this guy talkin’ all fancy and old, using pretty words I don’t understand and giving me a good lesson on ye olde english tried (unsuccesfully) to troll atheists using Bible quotes. Yay for document validity. Who writes a book about natural magic and then starts talking about sex being the devil’s work? Did your papa touch you down there when you were a kid, Mr. English man? Didn’t he use lube? I guess not.

Meh, I’ll stop raging about this faggot. He’s dead.

INSTEAD, I’LL TALK ABOUT A NEW CRAZY THEORY.

Oh shi-

(Let’s pretend for a moment we’re all happy believers, Jesus is our saviour, God is liek super awesum and lieks mudkipz aaand the Bible isn’t actually full of shit)
 

( The following doesn't make much sense. )

Oh, beware the rant…

I FINALLY MANAGED TO FINISH THE SITE FUCK YEAH SEAKING

(Yes. I have another site. And another blog )

And discovered that the data transfer rates were painfully slow. Using Filezilla, I was disconnected from the server more times than I care to remember. BUT NOW I AM HERE. Ready to bring madness.

Madness?

THIS…

IS…

( Drama. Oh, the drama. )

I REMEMBERED I HAD A LIVEJOURNAL FUCK YEAH. That nobody reads because we all know there isn't anything entertaining to read but oh well who cares about it; I need some place to vent and practise my English at the same time.
So, school started again. I'm a senior in highschool now, or whatever you want to call it. *sigh* Cultural barriers these days. That means that my class is literally having the WW III to decide who we're  paying our egresados trip to. Yes, in Argentina it's a tradition to go on a trip for a week to celebrate our final year at school. And we have a prom night too. So, naturally, we have our very own vultures companies that organize the trip for us and yadah yadah everybody complains they're too expensive. We also have the option to go with our school, which is cheaper and offers security because parents actually know who to complain to when your kid ends up in a coma in a Buenos Aires hospital because the little fucker mixed alcohol and God knows what else. Nice to see that parents nowadays don't worry about such trivial matters such as the actual security of the trip, but who're they going to sue if something happens. Man, what an example. KIDS, DON'T TAKE CANDIES FROM A STRANGER, DO IT ONLY AFTER YOU KNOW THEIR NAME AND ID.
I love society, I really really do, so what's better than to let it destroy itself while the few of us who're sane (or insane) enough to step aside this madness get a few laughs at this fuckers' expense? I threw my morals out of the window a long time ago. Actually it was thanks to a strange combination of crack pairings in fanfictions and encyclopedia dramatica.

So, tomorrow's my brithday. I'd like to state that I fucking hate my birthday. Half my mind is like "whatever, I don't wanna be bothered by anyone, go to hell, but if you're going to do something, do it for the gifts" and the other half is "DOOO EEEEEET FAGGOT, CAN'T YOU SEE THE GIFTS AWAITING US AT THE END OF THAT PARTY!!!"
Yes, I know. Quite the contradiction.
Oh, and the worst of all. The calls.
I don't care if you don't phone me to wish me a happy birthday (it's not going to be happy anyways, not UNLESS I GET SOME FUCKING GIFTS) but that's just me being a RL tough girl when in reality I'd go cry to my emo corner because I'd feel I wasn't loved/speshul enough, a nice text message is enough. Of course, if you don't bother reminding me of how awesome and special I am, I'll call you names behind your back and spit on your drinks when you aren't looking for the rest of your life, bitch. But if you bring me a gift I'll forgive you and we'll be the best of friends until I find someone who gives me a bigger and more expensive cock- gift, I mean.
Now, for real. I try to be social this once, and organize a picnic which was in reality just me saying 'lets go and have a picnic, you my best friend, will take care of everything, thank you so much don't forget it's my birthday and that you must bring me a gift! and then the excuses start. "I'm soooo sorry, I have to go... to the hospital because tomorrow I'll have a heart attack" "Sorry pal, I have this tickets to see Spice Girls live and I'm so not missing it!" "FACEBOOK IS MY LIFE HOW CAN YOU PRETEND THAT I LEAVE IT ALONE FOR MORE THAN FOUR MINUTES?!!!1111ELEVENONE!!1" Get the fuck out. An hero.
(This actually means that she was hurt by the general lack of ENTHUSIASM towards her super special awesome birthday party)
This is why I spend so much time on 4Chan. I mean, I should be the one laughing and mocking and making people's internet life miserable! Not some... really important friend IRL! THIS IS WHY I CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS.

At least when I baww things are a somewhat funny. My life is a joke, I got over it. EVERYTHING'S A JOKE, YOU TOOL.
Man, she's seriously hurt.


NOW I'LL GO TO MY EMO CORNER TO CRY AND WRITE BAD POETRY!!!!111

Holy fucking hell. I remembered how hard was to build a site using html and css, but with poor ol' me being rusty and all with the coding, this is becoming a nightmare D:. And internet won't help (fuck you, 21st century graphic designers and your fucking macromedia flash and javascript)... so I went looking through the old web design sites I know (man, I was really into the design stuff when I was 14, and was starting to use photoshop to do web banners and those kind of things) and were like... the myspace for all designers otakus: Celestial Star and Aethereality and found them still online. Which kind of surprised me, as I was expecting them to be closed (it's been three years! I suddenly feel so old x_x). But sure a lot of old design sites went offline, now I can't remember their names (there were so many of them!)
Anyway, what's this crazy girl ranting about? I'm trying, for the 1,256,365th time to set up a nice personal site. A portfolio, y'know? To feel good about myself. As always, freen online hostings are a pain in the ass, but I think I've found a really good one called Brinkster. We'll see if I this sudden craze with pesonal portfolio lasts enough to actually finish the site.
I'll admit that I've been quite the lazy reader this last few months, but I've run out of fics to read. Picky me, I only read Aizen/Ichigo (and I can proudly say that I've read all Aizichi fics out there in the internet in english and spanish) and of course, Voldemort/Harry- Tom/Harry. The latter pairing is really prone to fluff, which I unfortunately find in two out of three fics I read. So, taking out fluff stories and with my OTP generally lacking supporters, I can say that nowadays I have almost nothing to read (a.k.a I wait until the next update of Mirror Perspective and Sleeping Somewhere Cold). What? Original fiction, you say? IT'S MOSTLY HETEROSEXUAL, EWWW.
I have taken a few books out of my local library, but I know that XIXcentury french narrative will never be as interesting as a good slash story. I mean, look at Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert. Ok, I don't have to worry about self-insertions, Mary Sues and OoCs, but I can't stand the little bitch's rantings about how she married the wrong man and life isn't what she read in stupid love stories. Welcome to the real world, bitch. And the narrative is so weighty! At times like this, I seriously miss the american fast and suspence-ridden prose.
If anyone asks why I like to read stories about gay men, the answer is that I get to pay the little romance instalment that my hormones and tits ask for and not have to worry about bitching, stupid women in the process. Histericas, we call them. When slash's over, turn out the ligh- sorry Jim, I think I'm listening to the Dorrs too much. Anyway, when I run out of things to do while I'm sitting my ass in front of the computer, I usually write. But as I hate writing, because my poor neurons end up more fried than a bag of french fries (actually disregard that, I like writing, but I sometimes don't have enough inspiration to do it. Which is 95% of the time, anyways. ) And I finally updated Eclipse yesterday. Yay. And finished writing that fucking 10,000-word-long dark oneshot. Double yay. 
I hate fanfiction >( I want to finish my stories, but I don't have the time inspiration to do so.

Argh, let me drown all my emoness in a good game of Counter Strike. I need that shit.

BY THE WAY GAIS HERE IS MAH SITE.

So here I am. Remember last post? Well, the guy who I gave the drawing to has just told me he wishes to never speak to me again. And that he expects me to not try to interact with him again. Funny thing is that, until a week ago, we were the best of friends. And I still don't know why he suddenly thinks I'm garbage. Yes, he did leave me a letter explaining me that I was a cunt who had ruined his life (he was 'in love' with me, but he's sixteen and I don't trust male teenagers), that I didn't treat him the same way when we were alone, and that he was fucking tired of me playing with him. Maybe it was the effect of being on 4Chan's /b/ for so long, but I didn't care. I was 'well, meh. Have to find another bff'. Hell, the only thing I was really worried for when I read the letter was the safety of the drawings I gave him.
And thanks to him I had to endure countless monologues about you not being a cunt.
So anyway... /rant. I'm posting my sketches now.

( Tom Riddle because he's so awesome. )
Argh... my scanner murdered it.

And now for this, I've to say that... yes. I've read... Twilight. Ugh.
( I'll just say that I've read Interview with the Vampire not long ago, and that I could really see Lestat appearing in Forks and doing all the readers a favour. )



I nuked my entire gallery in DevArt. I mean, the Sephira-san one. ( It was getting frankly annoying to remind myself how much my drawings can suck at times. )



( Creepy shit. I like it. )


And that's pretty much everything.


Bye

You know what really pisses me off?
That some people always bug me about the meaning of my drawings. You know, I can be tolerant, I can understand that other people may not share my train of thoughts, but one thing is asking a couple of times. Another thing is asking Every.Single.Fucking. time you see a drawing.
One of my friends, a boy, always likes to watch me draw or is always asking about the last thing I drew. I like that he really cares about my art, but I feel like explaining the whole concept of every drawing is like telling you how to do a magic trick. It ruins the fun.
Remember what Dumbledore said in Harry Potter in Globet of Fire, 'curiosity is not a sin, but we have to be careful with it'? That line really struck me, (even though I don't really like Dumbledore) and 'til this day I live up to it. I'm a really curious person, but I've learnt that some things are better when there's mistery to them.
The same thing happens with art; if I told him every single thing I think while doing art, it'd not only be a total mess, but also would ruin the whole concept of art. Art is beauty, but there's always some mistery to it. It's part of its charm. I believe that art in its purest form it's the astract thought that lead us to draw something out of our minds. Painting, drawing and in general visual arts are called visual for a reason. Our minds registers an image, not a word. We know what a painting means, but we just don't know how to say it. To really understand art, you have to listen to your heart, as cheezy as it may sound, not try to find a logical explanation behind every single detail.
My friend of course is a logical thinker. He's great in maths, very clever and of course curious; but I think that he doesn't really understand the concept of art. He may believe it's a pretty thing or not, I haven't asked him. Even if his respect for what others would mock because of being "weird" is admirable, I hate when he asks me about what my art means.
I have to teach him in the ways of the Jedi artist.

So, I drew him something because he pissed me off enough to convince me to do it.


Translation: We want to listen. We want to be heared.
But it's not marketing.
Propaganda of the ego.
Reality doesn't sell.

Consumism. Personality.
Life can be bought.
The 'being' can be sold.

Identity is virtual.
Identity is false.
Is it true?


NOW LET ME SING MY ABBA SONGS IN PEACE.

( TL;DR I'm on crack )
Big change of topic.
I'm applying for an art scolarship offered by ProyectArte which consists of an eighteen-month program, including not only art classes but talks with artists, and expositions, and more yadah yadah. I'm really interested in the opportunity it offers to organize art shows outside of my country, namely New York and Spain, I think. So this falls unde rmy 'Really Big Shit' category.
I'd seen the advert last year, but due to my lack of motivation I didn't apply at the time which is now making me want to kill you. That'd be a really weird case of suicide then. You're rambling.
Back on topic, I have to send between 5 and 10 artworks before the 10th, and I plan to do it on Thursday. I hope I can get a place.

Done for now.
Hasta la vista, baby.</div>