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Tue Nov 3, 2009, 10:56 AM
I was trolling about the whole public sex thing. Just thought you ought to know, particularly the God-fearing folks out there.

I am getting a laptop soon ... hm hm ... Then I will go on an arting spree and finish my art trades and commissions.

It has also come to my attention that I owe prizes for a certain art contest on a certain website I care not to mention the name of. I will get to that soon, hopefully. I think something's up with my account there... eh. Dunno what's up with that, but I'll figure it out when I have time.

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  • Listening to: Trance
  • Reading: Manga
  • Watching: House
  • Playing: Pandemic II
  • Eating: Crap
  • Drinking: Sierra Mist

Talking about it, and how sex killed my laptop.

Mon Oct 12, 2009, 1:57 PM
Well ya I dunno I'm bored and I sure bet people have been wondering what I've been doing these past months (not really, because you have lives) and the story is actually pretty weird so I guess I'll tell it.

No, I did not disappear off the face of the earth, though, as far as I'm concerned, maybe I did. I'm very far away from home and, well, Tejas has a closer likeness to Russia than it does my homeland (the evil liberal west). At least Austin is cool. There are a fuckton of hippies and Mary Jane practically springs out of the ground by accident.

By the way.

I don't know what it is with this place, but you asshole /b/tards (yes, I said it. Fuck rules one and two. Fightclub can suck my left testicle) need to stop graffiting "THE GAME" (you just lost it by the way) on every surface of everything. I swear, the next time I get off the bus and see that shit plastered on a shop window I'm going to strangle a homeless person. For real, fags.

Anyway.

Of course the only reason I came to Austin was because i herd it was liek the best thing evar, the city of muzikz for realz, and also because my mom kicked my 18-year-old self out of the nest once and for all. Well. This didn't give me much time for planning so I just kinda hopped on the Greyhound and headed South. Bye bye, everyone! Burn in Hell!

The whole trip was exhausting. I ended up on 3 hour overlay in the ghettoest ghettto in Los Angeles and got so bored that I let some cute guy buy me coffee. Well, this turned out to be a bad idea because it turns out that all men in LA are rapists and will drug your drink. I felt a bit woozy and then I broke his nose. Right there in the terminal. Yay.

After being graciously apprehended by the police, who released me the next day, I was forced to shell out another 150 dollars for the bus ticket to Austin because, ho ho ho, I missed mine ride. Oh well. I had gotten 5 G's from my grandma for my birthday so it was hardly missed. I paid up, and got onto the bus, next to some teenaged mom and her screaming four year old.

Why ... WHY do they not sell ibroprophen in bus terminals? For this shit, specifically.

Next stop, Arizona.
It was 121 degrees.
I don't know how you people living in Phoenix do it. I couldn't wait to get out of there. Dear God.

I arrived in Austin the next night, and, because I am such a lucky person, the bus station turns out to be in the second ghettoest ghetto in all of ghettosville. Second only to Los Angeles. This is Northeast Austin.

Let's just say the first person I met was an 18-year-old prostitute (oh, I'm sorry... "escort") named Odessa, and her pimp. I gtfo and snag myself a seedy hotel on the South side of the city. The next day I buy a phone with a nifty 512 area code.

I try to find a job. I managed to get an interview with Vector Marketing a few days later and land it like an olympic gymnast.

Though, staying at the Motel is getting pricey, and I can't get myself an appartment yet, because I haven't gotten any paychecks. In Austin, you need to make 3 times as much as your rent in order to get a place, and ... people with rich grandmas get left out. So ah, I did something really stupid.

I hit up the Salvation Army.
I get an interview with the caseworker, Susanne, and BAM, I'm in. I am shown the dorm and am utterly horrified. If you've stayed there, you know, holy shit.

Though, in all fairness, alot of the girls are pretty nice. I met this one girl named Melanie (same name as my mom, ffff well) who approaches me the next night, looking all excited. Actually kinda frantic.

"CEARA," she says, like the place is burning down, really. "YOU NEED TO COME DOWNSTAIRS WITH ME RIGHT NOW."

Uh, okay?

SO apparently I cought the attention of some asshole (also staying at the Salvation Army) who thinks I am pretty cute, and is dying to meet me. Melanie describes him to me and I'm just like. Kinda cringing the whole time. Because he doesn't sound that good looking and I can't imagine any of the guys here being particularly nice.

But of course I have to go and see. I'm not used to being hit on, you see. Guys where I come from don't particularly like us curvy girls, it feels like. Meanwhile men from the South ... Let's just say that they enjoy meat to go with their chile. At the very least I can go and get the ego boost from this loser.

And well fffff. As I suspect he's a bit dorky looking, but surprisingly cute. He has just about the most awful haircut I've ever seen (Is it a mohawk? IS IT??? ) but pretty eyes. Too bad he's six years older than me. Doesn't help that his name is Cliff, of all things. My dad would kill me dead.

But he's hilarious. He talks and by the end of that night my abdomen is so sore from laughing that I can't sleep. I also think I'm in love, which sucks. I've always been a total tomboy and a man-hater.

We hang out that sunday, walk all over Congress and Guadalupe and Barton Springs. We go to Whataburger and I get heat sickness and throw up outside, which is horrible because he was trying to get a job here at the time. And I'm morbidly embarassed. But then we go to the creek and sit by the water and it's ooooaahhhh so romantic I think I have diabetes. No, seriously, I actually feel kinda guilty afterwards. Like, the kind of guilt you feel after eating a whole kingsized chocolate bar. But it's so sweet. And disgusting. I can't really decide.

Speaking of which, I found out at around this time (bless Travis County MHMR) that I am bi-polar. Fun, right?

Well, after hanging around with kissy-boy for awhile I go back "home" and sleep my ass off. After all, I am not used to such long walks. Fucking long walks.

And the next morning I see him hanging out outside and I'm in a bad mood and I'm like "hi" and he's like "hi" and then we kinda glared at eachother for a moment and I was like "I have stuff to do today" which is true because I have to go to work and he's like "fine" and I'm like "fine" and then you can tell we suddenly hate eachother.

But later on I felt guilty so I drew a picture of a mudkip with Joesef Fritzl's face. I had written "DO YOU LIEK ME?" on it.
Aaaaaaand as horridly offensive as it is, he asks me out the next day. And I say yes. Which is horrible because now I have to call my dad and tell him, and he is going to kill me, kill me, kill me. Kill me for dating a 24-year-old guy named Cliff who I met at a homeless shelter.

And the next few months I still don't have itnernets, and I am sad. On the other hand, I've smoked so much pot in the past while that I don't know wtf is what and I've had sex like, everywhere.

For the record, Austinites, avoid these places:

The dried creek bed somewhere west of Guadalupe St.
Uh, the elevator of the catholic church parking garage on MLK BLVD.
Where else? I think in some park off the Colorado River.
Uh uh uh
Some seedy hotel room

Yeah.

Also at one point we rolled over onto my laptop and broke the screen. Otherwise, I would have internets right now, and I'd be doing your art. So, if you are waiting a long time for art, don't blame me.

Blame this guy. [link]

ANd that's what (and who) I did for three months. God knows what (or who!) I'll do for the next three months.

Art will still be done by the end of the year. I think.


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Oh Jesus

Wed Sep 23, 2009, 8:03 AM
I dunno.

I just ... desperately want to draw. :paranoid: This IRL crap is killing me.

I expect

to have stable internets soon

if I owe you art expect to get it towards the end of the year and I am really sorry ffff

meanwhile Austin TX is like omg so cold and rainy all of the sudden. Did anyone notice how the weather just changed so dramatically and so suddenly (it was consistantly 110 degrees like everyday just awhile ago)
ffff


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Tue Sep 8, 2009, 1:27 PM
I died IRL

But I will probably rise again somewhere around late october or november

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Mon Jul 20, 2009, 5:32 PM
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