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.
| So I was bored....so I turned on the TV picked a random channel and sat myself down.
Well, I crossed paths with MTV...there is going to be a show, in which a bi-sexual woman is going to try and find her true love from 12 guys and 12 girls. And at first they won't know about each other....
Wha-I mean...is...is this entertainment?
I don't....WHY?! WHY?! That is basically treating love like...like its something that just HAPPENDS and....WHAT?! Why....huh?
I can't even think straight now!
YES! After 2 months of not writing ANYTHING except ideas for novels and comic ideas, I FINALLY finished a short story! OH yea!*dances*
So here I am to say thanks to my muses!
THANK YOU Desirat Arzu for the initial spark, the idea that had a choir of angels singing in my ears until the bled....
THANK YOU Emiko Brisa for the description of Jack! Now inspire me to draw him too!
THANK YOU Vida Chesna, for your work to REALLY hammer out the girls personality, and Jacks and for letting me finish this!
AND THANK YOU ZEVI for kicking up the creative juices....don't slack....
*sigh* Well don't growl at me either you silly wolf I was just joking....yes, yes, I know I have to put some work into it too! Jeez....yea...yea ok I'll see you in my dreams...be sure to bring you black furry friends too!...oh but if you can shrink a little before coming into the room? Thanks...
| Like...like an choir of angels has just finished singing something...but I didn't hear what it was. That usually means something big is going to happen....least thats what I think always happends anyways.
Got Death NOte 4 and 5! Which means now all I need to get is Death Note 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12.....2 cost 16 bucks so...7 x 16.....oh....OUCH....yea...um...mmm....no....
Damn my obssession....
| Rocks my socks and apples.
He was part of the inspiration for The Nightmare Before Christmas.
Well, they sort of emulated his style in Halloween town anyways. Pretty cool. Been doing research on him and Ronald Searle. Pretty awesome work. Simple, but...inspiring. Which is the style I plan on using for half of the drawing.
Also, I miss So weird....and Are You afraid of the dark?
And Goosebumps can still scare me after all these years....NIght of the living dummy...*shiver* I STILL can't get over that!
| I was going to write this down yesterday, but the blog was having a few issues.
Anyways...about this dream...it happened....in...Sophomore year? It involved these 3 girls ranging from ages 12-5...and they went into this beautiful victorian house...
And this house was so pretty and perfect...TOO perfect....next thing I know, this menacing jack the ripper type of guy comes running out trying to grab them, and they run, and so they freak out and run upstairs, but the paint is melting and it changes into slime people, and then the houses turns decripet and old and so dangerous. Stairs are everywhere, and the floor keeps giving out...
and then, they come across this room...full of beautiful dolls stuffed animals, candy, beautiful canopy beds...faeries, kites, music boxes, EVERYTHING...and it lures the 2 older girls...but the young girl gets out just as blood begins to pour out of the ceiling, swallowing the room. And when she steps out of them room, on the top it says "Welcome to Paradise"
BTW...I told this dream to my phychology teachers...he looked at me and said "My, my my....you have a very overreactive imagination! I can only imagine what goes on inside that head of yours...and I can only guess what your childhood was like!"
| Today, it struck me...who am I? Who are you? Easy question? Maybe--maybe not.
I mean...people are so complex...you can KNOW a person...but never know EVERYTHING about that person. Hell, sometimes you yourself don't know. Lately, I've sat down and tried to think of what I want, and WHY...and I've discovered some things about myself. Some good, some bad, that I never thought I had in me. But apparently I do...uh...interesting...
I don't really think People CHANGE....I think...other parts of their personality come out...some parts that maybe where pushed back, until they HAD to burst through....no one ever really CHANGES....they just...GROW...and bring forth some things, and shove others...thats all....
| For as long as I could remember, Red has always been my favorite color...but...two weeks ago, that changed. I suddenly was...hypnotized by the blue tint of the moon, the cold ocean.
I've always loved the moon and the ocean...but now...
Blue can mean cold and distant...but it can also mean peace, and serenity, and warmth. The ocean can be quiet, and a place of relaxation--or it can be violent, unpredictable and unforgiving.
The moon gets its light from the sun--it shadows everything. Its still there, but it hidden under a veil...everything is more interesting...more...desirable. Maybe things you didn't see in the sun, you can easily see under the moon.
Ok, here is my poaint--blue is a contradictory color to me. Its peace and violence--light and darkness. Its ME.
I can serene, and calm...but I can have pretty foul temper, and my emotions sometimes get the best of me and I end up lashing out--not really at anyone, more at myself. Sometimes, anyone can easily tell what I'm thinking, what I mean. Other times, even I don't know what I want or why I'm doing something and why.
I am a contradiction, in almost everything I do. Sometimes, its cool. Sometimes it gets me into a whole lot of trouble. I've learned to live with it.
Also...humans have a "dark" side. Now when I mean DARK I'm not saying "Everyone has an EVIL side" No...DARKNESS. Secrets we hide from the world to protect ourselves, to put on a nomal facade. Wether it be as simple as "I love watching Jerry Springer" or Fetishes, or whatever.
Part of MY darkness is the need for immortality...to BE remembered...I call this a darkness because it has the potential to lead me to the path of Pride. Being proud of your work and yourself is ok...but too much....they say Pride is the deadliest of the seven sins...
I don't want to go down that path...EVER. I don't think I will...but you never know.....
| You know, its funny. I use to think that I was the only REAL odd one out there. Someone who is insane and weird, and was probably dropped on their head when they where babies. But talking to people on this website, and to others, made me realize that....we all have our quirks...just...most chose to keep them under wraps.
Such as that whole stuffed animal thing! Heh, I thought I was the only one who was afraid they would get jealous, or get revenge on me if I didn't treat 'em right...but I was wrong.
I have other silly fears as well. Such as the fear of dinosaurs coming back to life and destroying us all, and that zoo animals would escape and eat/attack people, or that suddenly, I'll be transported somewhere else in my PJs or when I look icky...
Silly I know, but those are my fears. Well, some of them anyway. Its odd really. I also feel bad when I throw away a painting, or a drawing...cause I feel that I just killed something, so...I tend to keep everything I draw, even if its crap on a stick...
The drawing is coming along. I erased everything from the guys side, and drew new stuff in. I like it a lot better. Hopefully, tomorrow, I'll be able to ink it at least. I so-HO-o should have it ready by Halloween! Hooray for me!
| IT WILL...BLOW YOUR MIND
also, I had a really long blog entry that got deleted, and seeing that my right wrist is currently screaming at me, I will no rewrite it all over again....I'll save that for tomorrow..but be here! It will be the awesomeness...