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.
| Problem not solved. But thank the lord is has a solution. This is refering to the problem down below. Not solved, but not as serious as I thought.
Oh God thank you Arvid(my conscience...well, a character that tends to pop up and tell me stuff when I do wrong....people, we already established I'm no insane......)
But yes....much Thanks....still, need to get it solved...but that should be not that hard. Yay...
| So...2 years ago, I made a huge mistake. School wise. And I put it behind me, and ignored it, and....not its come back to bite me in the ass.
Thats fine. I'm strangely calm. Scared, but calm. I think I need this. Part of me is estatic that I'm finally getting this blown in my face cause...hell, maybe I need it. Weird thing to say I know. But I might need a lesson on how to face my problems head on instead of running way from them. I do it a lot less now...but I still do it. But its getting better.
They say, the actual definition for insanity is, doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different resulst.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am only half insane now. Hooray for me.
On the bright side, I got 13 place out of 57 in that other writing contest at Worth1000. Not bad, not bad at all.....
Oh and the drawing is coming along awesome...
| So I went into Portland yesterday with my boyfriend to help him run some errands. While there, I got...inspired.
By a rusty fire escape. It came out as a very....deppresing poem which I totally hated because thats not REALLY the feeilng the fire escape gave me. It gave me a feeling of...faith, and both security and false security...also, I didn't have any paper so I wrote it all down on my left arm...yea...it hurt getting the ink off later on.
So, I erased the poem, and started writing a short story...and I think this time the character will be male*gasp* I KNOW!
Not that you'll be able to tell, being in 1st person...do guys think REALLY differently then females? I don't know...I really, for all my novel ideas, there is really only one, and its a fairly new idea, haven't even had time to write it out, that the main character is a guy...
I haven't even picked out a name!...
But he's a phychologist who can has a gift to helping everyone....and yet, still fails himself in so many ways cause he thinks phychology is a load of...well...crap...
Yea...I think phychology can help people...but my experiences with those doctors are basically...they hand you a basket of common sense and stupid non sequiter logic and they place a nice little bow on top of that...
|I don't know If I'll be able to tag that many people really....if I do at all Not that I don't like playing these games, but, it seems all my friends have been tagged already.
So I was tagged twice--by ♥~HermyKitteh~♥ and stomper So yea...here goes....
So The Rules Are...
Link to your tagger and post these rules.
List eight (8) random facts about yourself.
Tag eight people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them).
Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs.
1) I have black coffee eyes with 3 drops of milk in them
2) I like lima beans
3) I talk in my sleep
4) realistic dolls scare the crap out of me
5) I love childrens shows and movies, and books
6) I want to own a toy store one day
7) I want to make my own music box one day
8) I want to move to NZ with my prince charming
| Graphic designer is on the table...its been on the table for a few years, but not its been moved a little more...up the ladder.
Don't know if thats really what I want...but I really haven't found a career that maes me feel all giddy and excited, and wanting to sacrifice a lot. This is the closest to that.
My dream job would be somewhere where I need to write and draw all day...and yes I know...Illustraitor....but...I don't know about that.
To be honest, I've never been very confident in ANY ability I have. Even writing. I'm always double guessing myself, and my writings never seem to measure up to where I want them. In fact, I honestly am surprised when I get 4, and 4.5 and 5s....cause...I love my writings....but I always doubt myself. More so with my drawings...more so with EVERYTHING in my life.
I don't really consider myself that smart, or blessed with a lot of common sense. In fact, I am constanly trying to better myself, and I rarely succeed in anything--thats why when I do something right, even if its really small, I get so happy and jump around.
Its an odd feeling....trying to better yourself, and being a better person, but still sensing that you're falling short of everything because....really...I don't entirely know my strenghts...I know my weaknesses oh yea, those I know. But I don't really know where I truly stand out, where I can honestly hang onto that and such...
| Humans aren't as civilized as we would like to think.
I think we are...somewhat "tame". But we still have that wildness...that...those instinct that can cloud our minds. Did you know that the emotional brain developed before the rational? Maybe thats why sometimes, it can easily throw logic out the window.
I was thinking today...War is an example how how...we can be just as cruel, probably even MORE so then ANY animal in the world. WWII...the holocaust...how the Japanese treated the Chinesse...how the German armies terrorized Russian civilians...how they "labeled" people, how they tried to be superior by putting others down. Is THAT civilized? Is that the thinking of well developed minds?
And come on now...we've all thougt, no matter HOW small the item or whatever "If I can take/get/do/ this and there be no consequnces, and if nobody got hurt...I would do it..."
So what would happen if, lets say...there WHERE no consequences...would the feelings of desire overwhelm the guilt of hurting someone?
Why is it when people go to War, they do things they wouldn't normally do? Not just the shooting enemies that I can understand. But raping, and killing innocents, torturing people. Does the fact that authority is so loose, that you let go? That you grow SO accustomed to everything there, that you really don't care? I mean...oh man...I can't EVER imagine doing any harm to anyone....even an enemy...maybe I haven't been pushed enough I don't know...
But honestly...what does it take to snap?
|So I've beend drawing on this index cards....for friends and such. You know, I like how they've come out....and so, I think maybe I'll be taking commisions for them here on WDC....of course, the ones I'm drawing right now, are for close friends so...they get it free
Wouldn't be for much....5,000 GP. whats thats? like....5 cents? 50 cents? Maybe 10,000....a good way to keep my upgrade! YAY FOR ME!
So, I finally found a dentist that can, maybe, possibly keep my two front teeth in their place. A little history on those little buggers--
When I was 10, I slipped on a piece of paper outside...in the rain...3 weeks before moving to Oregon...and I broke the two front teeth..yea...
So, 10 years later, I've gotten crowns, but they keep falling out sometimes--well only one actually. My right one. So, I'm hoping to have it corrected for at least 10 years or something. Thats how long they're supposed to last anyways. 15 if you're lucky.
Also...I hate doing videos with children....they...WON'T...SHUT...UP!