It's late and my brain is doing that melty thing, yet I post anyway with random mutterings... Donovan's shirt in this picture that Vera just did of him is really cool, but it's even better because it's a cowboy shirt... and one of the songs that really reminds me of him is Madonna's 'Don't Tell Me' and that whole video has a cowboy theme...

Yeah, this is why I shouldn't post when it's late.
(and I know, I know, I keep talking Claris but I'm seriously writing Clarity... weird how that works)

Speakin' of Claris-y things, I pretty much rewrote the second half of the first part's third chapter. It's all Donovan baby. =P You can read it if you like; I'll probably work on it a little more before I declare it fully edited. The first and second chapters have also been edited, and I'm going through the others slowly, though it was these three that needed the most work. Because after the third chapter I wised up and stopped using characters based on my damn friends so much. But I intend to go through all of them and smooth them out, then go over it AGAIN and smooth out any wrinkles I forgot, and then I'll do the same to the second half when it is done.

Told ya I was going to draw Necavi, Carolyn.. XD There's not enough red in his hair, but s'alright. (and his blue eye is hidden by the hair n_n;)

Report cards arrived yesterday. My second semester averages:

Adv. Alg & Trig: 85
AP English: 99
Economics: 99
French II Honors: 96
Physics: 86

Overall G.P.A. is a 3.6, out of 4. I only have five grades listed because my sixth class was a study hall, where I did Lit Mag, which meant that I worked but didn't get any sort of grade or credit for it. And yet, newspaper and yearbook are both graded classes. Stupid school.

My Physics grade probably would have been an 88 or something had I not scored a 72 on the exam. Bleagh. Oh well, fuck high school, it's over and my parents didn't do anything to me except get mildly pissed about that exam grade. They said nothing about my 79 six weeks grade for math (worst six weeks grade I've ever gotten in my life), which was actually spooky, but hey, I ain't complaining.

Hhhmm.. Friends, if you receive any email from lyn@kurai.com, delete it. Both Rei and Twolle have told me about funny mails they got from that address. I'm fairly certain it's impossible for anyone to get a real email from that address because it's not a real address.

It forwards to my hotmail account, and my only other email is at aol. So any mail I send to anyone will be from hotmail or from aol, not from kurai. I have no idea how a virus is sending things to people from that address, since not only is that only a forwarder, I don't keep address books. Very weird.

On that note, I myself delete anything that looks even remotely suspicious, since viruses are so clever these days. So if the subject isn't something obviously for me (like feedback for a story or something, or something else like that) I delete it.

Blink, your new layout makes me want lemonade too... I also like the new layout for your fiction page.

And I noticed that you had Alice in Wonderland under the Claris fairytale things, which I am mentioning because I was thinking about that the other day (when I saw an American McGee's Alice box in Best Buy). Obviously I would put Claris as Alice, but would Sean be the Cheshire Cat or the Mad Hatter? o_o

From Ragabash's blog--This is both hilarious and disturbing.

Alright, there's the adoptions. Want one, take one.

Aw, it's cool, Rumika. Karma's lack of backgrounds grates me too, but I've been making feeble attempts lately and it ain't working out so well... I'm just too lame. n_n I'll keep trying though...

I'm updating my blog links as I do this.. again, you people move around like nomads. Also I'm putting up the Claris adopt on Kurai, since Del has it all nice for me so I really don't have to do much but put up a few rules (like not linking the images to my server...) and edit the list a bit.

So my brother comes in at 7:30 in the morning today telling me he's been at work, which he left for at 10 last night, meaning he never went to bed after getting up at 10 in the morning yesterday. So he's been crazy like a crazy thing that's all crazy today, which is why I went with him when he and his friend Matt (who also got no sleep) went out, to make sure they didn't kill themselves. :\ But it was all right. I got flashes o inspiration for Claris... I always seem to get inspired for a story that I'm NOT working on (right now I'm writing the next Clarity chapter, which I got inspiration for while writing the Claris chapter...).

Hmm, well, I didn't finish the Karma birthday picture I started, but there is a new page. (it might not be there when you click, last I checked I was 81 in the queue for updating..)

I got the Harry Potter DVD today, and it's all cute, and I'm playing with it, but I'm wondering--how the hell do you get to the deleted scenes?! What, do you have to go through all that mess of finding the sorceror's (philosopher's, whatever) stone? A curse upon the house of the designer of this DVD. =P

And you're right, Twolle-bug... Hermione's Japanese voice is TOO CUTE FOR WORDS. XD They all are.

Bryan told me about this site he went to, ogrish.com I think, which is a collection of disturbing videos... that show things like people being executed, and arms being torn off, and suchlike, and he was telling me horrible these videos are. So I say it doesn't sound much different from what we see in movies today, and he says yeah, except that this is real. And I say that that's why I can't watch that kind of stuff in movies... even if it's not real in a movie, it's still sick.

I can't tolerate realistic gore. I have to look away. I can only handle animated or comic book style violence--in other words, something so exaggerated and foolish that it's obviously not real. Like I remember this one old movie wherein a guy is in a warehouse shooting all these people, and blood gushed out from their bodies like they'd stuffed cans of spray paint in their jackets. It was too fake to bother me. But if it's realistic, if it looks like real blood and real suffering, then I feel sick, I can't look. I just hate it. -_- (yes, I know, Claris especially has several violent parts... but for some reason it's easier to write this sort of thing than visualize it)

Speaking of disturbing things. Has anyone seen the music video for Prodigy's 'Smack My Bitch Up'? It was only shown on MTV once, and Bryan showed it to me yesterday and I can see why. Weeiird.

Randomly: Absolutely everyone spells my brother's name wrong... Brian instead of Bryan. I am frustrated on his behalf. =P

Before asking why, it is important to ask--why not?

Well Keen seems to be alright again. It is storming here, fiercely. Hope the power holds out.

I am coloring the page for tomorrow, which is also Karma's birthday... I thought I was going to have this comic finished in a year. How foolish I am.

Keenspace has decided that, while access to its FTP and its sites is all right, it doesn't want to update. Both Twolle and I got server errors when we tried... so anyway, here's today's page, so y'all know I'm not a slacker (well, I am, but.. not today). I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, except face paint boy has pink eyes (they look orange)... I like how Gabriel turned out best (that's the silver-haired guy).

Genius, real genius, is often associated with humanitarianism. The desire to make the world a better place. The deep caring for the human race as a whole.

This is because cruelty stems from ignorance, and while ignorance is not stupidity, they are often kissing cousins. Cruelty is stupid. Responding to cruelty with further cruelties is stupid. But stupidity is like an infectious disease. All humans develop it at one time, everyone shows the symptoms. With some it is a terminal illness. With some it is a virus that comes and goes. But it happens to everybody, and it's forgivable. It's simply important to remember that it is a disease, and thus, something that should be fought, along with the cruelty that it inevitably breeds.

New Karma. There should be new pages tomorrow and the next day too, if I can color'em in time, cause I've got two more drawn. W00t or somesuch.

Well, yesterday was just a blur... I can't believe I managed to ink a page of Karma or even go to that party at Matt's house with Bryan...I basically passed out at eight thirty or something, didn't even dry my hair or nuthin'. =P

Anyway, graduation. After the ceremony we went back to my house and, um, people were there... (trying to remember, it is blurring) Stephen played the introduction to that Thousand Miles song on our piano (he's such a good musician o_o He plays drums well too), there was a lot of barbecue, Emiko dropped by, and it lightning and thundered but didn't rain too much (except for where Emiko was... she told me it was hailing down in Cordova).

But then I went to Drew Wells's house with my brother and many people he called friends and who I knew were there. These people are mostly all better friends with Bryan than with me, and I was going mostly just because this is a night where I didn't want to be alone. But I had a good time. Regardless of how they treat me (which is nicely), Bryan's friends with some of the best people in school. All intelligent, certainly.

But it was nice to sit there and vaguely participate in conversation, especially with people who didn't make me feel stupid or unwanted despite the fact that many of them only know me because they're over at my house all the damn time (well, that's not true. A lot of them are in my AP English class and I've known some of them, like Matt Taylor and Dorius, since elementary/middle school).

Then Project Graduation, where they locked us in the Germantown Centre from 11:30 till 4:30 (A.M.). That was... um... it was. I won fifty dollars in this cash-grabbing machine, and a lame girly door prize (a sad little change purse, while the guys were getting twelve months of free Blockbuster rentals!), and didn't do much but wonder why the hell I was there (because my parents and friends had cajoled and coerced me. ah yes). I also ate way too much. Oy, I can feel the fat growing.

My body simply isn't made to stay up that late, which is why the next day I was only half-existing. I went with Bryan to Matt's graduation party, and I met his family (all of whom were very nice) and his tail-less Corgie dog (whose name is also Courtney...). Watched Jeff change his tire, ate some more (argh, fat!), sat around in Capri pants that I actually think are too big for me (but Bryan refuses to go anywhere with me in the shorts that all the other girls wear... he's such a punk), which is a flattering thought but not so great when I sit and they slide down so my back is visible. =P Then I came home and struggled to do something of worth like draw Karma. As per usual, the sketches were tolerable but, because my brain was on the fritz, I screwed up much of the inking. Alath.

Lastly, Sarah, if you see this: Justin and Michelle (Lewis) are dating.

Holy muffins, I've never been up this late in my life.

Tomorrow (er, later today rather -_-) I will likely babble about the ceremony and what commenced afterwards, but for now I shall say only a few things...

I didn't quite get the closure I would have liked, but saying 'Eh, shut up, bitch' to wussy, mocking laughter in response to a conversation that was only assumed to be about those mocking, was pretty satisfying. Second, assholes are funny. BUT THEY'RE STILL ASSHOLES.

Finally, though I'll say more about it when I've slept, as Ali remarked about her firm: It's been real, it's been fun, but it hasn't been real fun.