Because I was born and raised on the moon
My name is Aria Svetlana Markovitch and I was born and raised on the moon, but abandoned on earth in order to learn.
| Saying I'm an odd child would be the understatement of the millenium.
While people my age want a good car, or really nice and expensive clothing, or any of that stuff I want something entirely different. Yea, ok, I still want nice things, like nice clothes, and yea, ok I'm not so interested in driving, but one day I will want you know, a nice car. But I also want strange, and useless things that I'll never get, but its nice to daydream I have sometimes.
Sometimes, I have this weird craving to go out and buy pretty locks and keys, and throw them all together in a room. Decorating the walls. Sometimes, I want to buy old cameras so I can take them apart and see how they work, and maybe see if I can put them back together again. Other times, I do take things apart, and try to make toys out of them, like kaleidoscopes or something. Its worked out.....relatively ok...I think...
Most of the times, I get cravings for buying pens. Pink pens mostly, or jolly looking pens that make me giggle. I can sit for hours reading a book and trying to latch on to small details. I get cravings for a new books every month or so, and its SO HARD not to go and buy 10 books at a time, even if I really want to.
So, I guess, while others want cars, and nice clothing, or nice electronics...I just want a round metal ball of light that lets me see faeries at night........but nice clothes are nice too
| Today is an important day. Because today, my very beloved character "Three" as is her nickname, was born....in her world. I didn't create her this day, in fact, I think it was around summer of freshman year before sophomore that she came to be, but this is her birthday. And there is a reason for that!
Cause the story starts out when she is 15 years old, but still 3 years according to the leap year thing. And sometimes, she takes advantage of it, or tries to anyways. She's like a full on teenager. Very extreme in her personality, and frankly, very selfish. She thinks of hersefl and her needs, and disregards others, and she knows this. She just really doesn't want to admit it. Cause she think she has time to change.
She has some sort of disorder. I'm not sure which it'll be yet. Or maybe she's just insane and doesn't know. I don't know. But she'll be seeing stuff. and sometimes, it won't be real. And sometimes, I want the reader to be confused and think it MIGHT be real...
....yea, I don't know but she is my most loved character!
So happy Birthday, Three!
| Ok i got ⭐Princette♥Pengthulu adiccted to the song I am also addicted. Ghost of a Rose by Blackmore Nights.
Its just so...beautifully tragic I guess. Unrequited love/I-have-to-leave-you-now-even-if-I-don't-want-to-love.
I think, I imagine like this nymph, or a follower of Artemis who fell in love with a man. Not a prince, maybe a shepard, or something like that. But as a follower of Artemis, she could not get involved with any man, and had to leave, and thats why she told him
"Promise me, when you see
a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so, never let go
I will be, your ghost of a rose."
How is that not beautiful?
I'm in love with mythology. All things mystery.....in love with it....
| My sleep patterns have been odd.
Ok BIG understatement. I go to "sleep" at midnight. I wake up one hour later, while tossing and turning, cause I had a nightmare, or I'm sleepwalking and talking to the nice little vampire boy who wear pink glitter in his black hair.
OR I wake up, shivering from cold. I put on 2 sweaters, sweatpants, 2 pairs of socks, and then I wrap meself up in blankets...still cold. and it last for 30 minutes to an hour. Then I go to bed, but I can't sleep. I'm drifting in and out of half asleep, where anythig wake me up. To be honest, its sort of cool.
Yes, ok, alarm bells in my head. ITS NOT COOL! SOMETHING IS WRONG! GO TO THE FREAKING DOCTORS!
But these things come and go. And it will go. Always does.
You know, I wonder why I even have a blog
Or, what is a blog really. An online journal basically. Or Diary. Whatever. I use it for random nonsense. And that suits me just fine.
Its weird, really. Cause I have a myspace. But I don't write anything personal there either. Nothing of my day, of what I feel, or anything like that, which apprently confuses my siblings.
"Why don't you write about your day, or this, or that"
Quite simple. I enjoy my privacy. I don't like sharing my problems. Ocasionally if something is bugging me, I'll talk about it...cryptically. Just calling it a problem. Nothing more. No details.
Which is weird. Cause I admit, middle school, early high school, I was very open in my journals and telling people things about me. But not anymore. Simply because, I'm paranoid and very suspicious It comes with the crazy.
Honestly, I am paranoid. I have all these silly fears and such? Its insane.
Though, I guess I should structure my blogs a little more. I just don't know what to talk about really.
Why the sky is blue? Cause brown was taken. Duh.
Why did people invent soft drinks?
Why is it CALLED a soft drink?
Think about it.
Oh Man....my hand hurts. 3 hours of drawing/coloring/writing and then washing dishes with cold water? BAD IDEA.
Thinking how language came to be? FREAKING AWESOME.
Honestly....why does the word "Dog" apply to...a dog? How did it come to be? How did all these symbols, our letters, come to be this way? Think about it!
Also, while we are at it.......hell is frozen you know? The last level according to Dante...so to everyone who say " When Hell Freezes over!"....TAKE THAT!
....yea, if you ever want something deep and personal don't read my blog Just randomness.
| Been trying to write and draw, and its a little hard cause I really have been swapped again by work. So I don't know.
But what I have been drawing, has been reasonably good. I mean for no use of stock pictures it has been pretty great. My guys look like men. Not androgynous girls.
The story is coming along slower then I hoped but its coming! Hopefully I get it done!
| I've never written a "real" love story. I've never really attempted to write a love poem. Ok, in middle school, when I was stupid and naive, I wrote stupid little "Oh your eyes are as blue as the sky and my heart aches" crap.
So, this month, I'm going to enter that "Quoatation" contest...the quote?
The course of love never did run smooth, or something.
As soon as I read it, these characters came to life. Harold and Jasnia. One avergae, caring and loving, the other adventerous, paranoid and...well...frankly a slut who will sleep with customers and random guys and doesn't know why.
What will come out of putting these two together? and making them last a year? God knows what....