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[Jan. 6th, 2009|05:04 pm] |
 Wanna see how this page was made? The rest of the pictures are behind the cut: ( clickity click! )
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[Feb. 28th, 2008|02:26 pm] |
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http://garava.wordpress.com
The comic is back to it's regular m-w-f updates. Check it! |
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| sleep is pulling me to the other room |
[Feb. 5th, 2008|01:30 am] |
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So here I am. It's 2 a.m. and I'm still here, more or less awake, trying to work.
It's a bit of a bitch sometimes, no mater how much I do during the day, if I don't spend at least 2 hours drawing something or doing work for college, I will feel as if I slept throe the whole day. I will feel as if I did nothing.
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[Dec. 24th, 2007|11:42 pm] |
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my puppy Zara |
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| been wondering and pondering |
[Dec. 23rd, 2007|12:25 am] |
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I was wondering if there is even a point to opening up this journal again? If there is a point in writing in it, as if this pause consisting of months and failed attempts at posting, never happened?
I started this, the internet journal as a way to make myself write something down every day. I already am a sort of a writer in training (I cringe from naming myself a writer or an artist even though I've been schooled to eventually become one. Or at least something in that field.) English is not my first language so this was also intendant to be used as practice.
I honestly got lost just now in my own thoughts and i forgot where exactly i was headed with this intro..
What I'm trying to say with this, is I'm gonna give it another shot. Gonna write and ramble and vent about my every day life. I hope some of you still remember me and what be going "huh?" all to much over this confusing piece of text. I promise more substance, clarity and sanity in my next post. pozdrav. Lil the Unintentionally Sane One
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[Aug. 5th, 2007|12:51 pm] |
| You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish | You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch. Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes. You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them. You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be. |
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| oh i do wonder... |
[Jan. 2nd, 2007|06:34 pm] |
I've been fighting the urge to write here, for a couple days now... i want to sit down, spill my guts (in that oh so esthetically correct way, that poets may use). But I'm afraid life has swept me off my feet, once again... alas, here's something else, and far more entertaining than my life will ever be, enjoy:
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| possibly the stupidest post i'll ever make |
[Dec. 26th, 2006|02:11 pm] |
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| | calm | ] | i'm plucking my eyebrows, one is finished, the other is not. one half of my face is happy the other now slightly down. and i'm thinking whether to leave it like this, and live out my days as a social outcast with a asymmetric face, or just finish the work. but hey, been all kinds ao social outcast till now, why stop, and spoil it for my public?
i'll stop now, it's to early to sound as drunk is i do at the moment. merry holly days, btw. |
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| so as i see it, trying to quit smoking is a bitch |
[Oct. 21st, 2006|09:32 pm] |
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| | i want a fag | ] |
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| | hellsing Ruins ost | ] | especially if your a student. and a future animator. and u go to a LOT of coffee-houses, cause of the breaks between lectures. and your pretty girl-friend (not a lover, just a friend that happens to be girl) says: "want a fag?" and u just don't want to be rude.
what is a girl to do? |
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| ošla baba s kolačima... |
[Oct. 13th, 2006|10:19 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | argh | ] |
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lol, oh fuck me up the ass, how i adore technology! i buy a comp for a very big sum of money, a comp i will use for work, and i get what? a toy to go on-line and check my mail, cause it wont do no other shit than that properly. so i go and complain, and they put a new graphic card in, without even explaining why the fuck they did it, nor what the fuck was causing the problems... and reinstall the windows, thus deleting everything! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr................. arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! |
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| of all the things |
[Feb. 7th, 2006|12:03 am] |
i'm wearing myself out again, as usual, cause that's what i do. that's how i function. and this time i'm doing it on the mental level. (lol, this time, that's funny, this would actually imply that this is the first time i did this) i'd love to state myself in a profound manner, to make this txt seem as if it makes sense. as if i have a voice that i wish not to silence, but let free (lets paraphrase: let it scream) i want to ask myself questions, and i wish answers, that i will probably never get. cause i'm such a damn fool. cause i'm so fuckin passive aggressive towards myself. i dwell in some points of my past. nothing new, many do. it's a fuckin summer resort for your average jane. |
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