After weeks (7.5) of technological isolation, I have returned to the cyberspace vacuum to once again wreak havoc on the dA world in my own, very special way. A couple of years ago, that might have meant stirring up some trouble, a little niggling, maybe becoming embroiled in the latest dA drama but that’s all done now. My special way, is restricted to what you submit to dA in term of literature and more specifically, prose. You see, I am embroiled in what we call academic hell and my frustration needs an outlet now I don’t have any Thai Kickboxing; so, hello Lit Critique at least a couple times a week, maybe a whole lashing of six or seven.

My Point? Your gallery is my playground.


What was it like to be without internet?

Torturous, long-winded and complicated. Since I “found out” that I was relocating to the GC proper, I opted for the external University stream. An external University stream is very much internet based, it was a case of damned if I didn’t and even more damned if I did, so my internet visits were sporadic at best, explaining my lack of activity and current high stress levels.




I don’t know if I’ve changed or if I’m suffering from a high amount of exhaustion.


Things that used to get me angry, make me snap, don’t seem to matter much anymore; people always talk, they always have these stupid little theories and their stupid petty jokes, they hold grudges and bully people, spread rumours or snark their lives away in order to bring them to a happy place that is really just so empty. Classic power mentality that I am purely sick of; this is deviantArt, an online community for artists. If you need a punching bag, piss off and go to a gym and stop inflating yourself worth by destroying somebody else’s or posturing yourself as more “worthy.”

Yeah go on, have a laugh about this passage, bitch and carry on, you’re still an idiot.




Another turning point...


Life seems to be full of them. This time next year I’ll be in the throes of my Masters degree, I’ve been looking at different Universities and there are many doors open to me. The notion is frightening, to have all these choices and the fear of making the wrong one, taking the wrong steps but I’m strangely exhilarated by the prospect of the end of my academic career at this stage of my life. I’ll have my MA before I’m 25 and that tickles me some.

I applied for a couple scholarships for next semester today, hopefully they’ll come into some kind of fruition.




I do write...


I just don’t post it. I’ve been told by my professors that I am not permitted to post any of material on the internet before the conclusion of semester, so I cannot show you what I’m working on. I am polishing up a story board for a project called Coffeehouse that I hope will turn into a YA novel one day. There are so many items that I want to post but I am unable to, I apologise really, I do. I did get the results for a submission piece this afternoon and I can report a grand result. Hopefully you’ll see the end product at some point.
Also, if you’re going through my gallery and you’re somewhat familiar with the scenery, I’ve unearthed two pieces from storage due to their hilarity and fun nature. I really enjoyed writing them, so there’s no reason why they shouldn’t be on display.




Upstairs...


I now live with my partner and a housemate in a nice place on the edge of a reasonably rough neighbourhood. My job at the moment involves fries, Golden Arches and a drive thru head set; if you cannot deduce my occupation from that categorisation, go back to school, seriously. To add insult to injury, on my first day (induction) I was informed that my store was held up at shot gun point three weeks before and happened to boast a high violence/rape rate. Oh joy, happy happy. I’ve been looking for another job in the meantime, something a little less banal and oily.

I’m enjoying living in an independent household; lots of drinking, good food and DVDs. My boyfriend seems happier too, although distracted, we face a few hardships with the current recession and dwindling job opportunities. But such is life.




Journey...


Speaking of life, the universe and everything, May and June hold travel for little old me.

In May, I am being uprooted for a four day weekend by my lovely friends for Ems 21st bash on the Sunshine Coast. I’ll probably spend the weekend squealing like a girl, wearing pretty clothes and having fun. Life, so hard.

In June, I’m jetting down to Sydney for a week, to check out Universities and catch up with a few friends (:dev keykeyx10000: and *demonic-boar. Of course, *HayleeLynn will be in residence also, so I might say a hello to her ). It’ll be two days after my birthday, so I’m greatly looking forward to all that inner city shopping and sight-seeing (hint hint Gord).




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Race for Life

On the 9th May 2009, the lovely `Beccalicious and the awesome *poisonedrose are Racing for Life and cancer awareness.

Check out Becca’s Journal here: [link]

Sponsor Becca here: [link]

Sponsor Jobie here: [link]


You must sponsor them. Now. Do it. Go to their sponsorship pages and click, donate your money. Do it. Do. Now. Good.




Trashrock the room!


Trashrock is extending its reach into the chat channels with the quiet launch of our new chatroom. If you would like to know more check out the news article for easy reading:

[link]

On the TR front, I should have all critiques by the end of the week and we’ll resume normal processes at the start of May. I apologise for the time its taking but that’s how things go during an upheaval.



Contest Judging


I’m currently in the process of judging `conorschild ‘s magical realism contest. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

The TR Crit Contest Results should be out by next week’s end, due to delays from some of the judges. I hope they buck up soon.


If you need anything pimped in my journal just give me a nudge and I’ll add it into this section.


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