I'm finishing this piece for my drawing 2 class &&
I can't decide what medium to use,
So I'm enlisting the help of my fellow DA addicts!
Should I outline my sketch in sharpie,
then color it in using pastels...
Or should I color it in using colored pencils....
OR maybe I should just....
just...
I dunno.
But I need an answer before Wednesday.
Seeing as I have no school tommorrow due to the icy weather,
and finishing up that drawing is probably all I'll be doing tommorrow. (along with some unfinished homework... >.> )
If I finish it tommorrow maybe I'll upload it then too....
Whatever.
Tommorow is full of if's and maybe's.
Point is, I NEED YOUR INPUT.
Well...
not really...
but it'd be much obliged.

Um so,
I wrote a story today?
Can you give me feedback?

Was I really this ignorant?
I sighed inwardly at my lack of attention,
and rubbed my throat unconciously. Being a fugitive was hard enough, never being able to walk forward without looking over your shoulder. Always constantly worried over who would and wouldn't see you. Although staying away from society had never been an issue. I'd never been much of a social person, so lack of
human interaction wasnt an issue. But this, this throbbing in my throat brought to my attention that I could never be a part of society if I wanted to. Which lately, I so badly wanted to be. That this want for blood was what had created the fugitive I know was, that kept me from my desire. No. It wasn't a want for
blood. It was a need, like breathing air. In response to this thought, my throat spasmed in pain, I felt so dehydrated. How could I have not noticed this before?

I stalked out of my hiding hole in the all encompasing darkness of the inconspicuous New York alley silently, and moonlight draped over my oval face and full lips. It shined against my briliant red eyes and ivory skin, which was balanced out perfectly by the near black hair I sported. I glared at the spotlight as I moved methodically under the cover of the towering buildings across the street. I strained to locate the throbbing of a heart, and could feel the vibration of the heartbeat through the soles of my
feet. Could hear the rough laughter from the drunken man around the corner. My throat throbbed, as I slinked towards my prey, keeping under the cover of shadows. I peeked around of the edge of the safehold of the shadows and saw him. Blood flowed methodically under the thick membrane of his russet colored skin, and it called to me. Beckoned to me stronger than anything in any life I
had experienced. Stronger than the want to be a part of society. Stronger than the need to be understood. It blinded me and kept me from realizing that I knew this man. That I once valued human life. I crouched onto the balls of my feet,
and prepared to pounce.

Is how DA has been for me.
I'd say I'm back, but that'd be a lie.
I'm taking an art class at school, and when I find a scanner, mebbe I'll actually upload some art...
So yeah,
I'm still living, and all that jazz,
if you've been wondering.

and you?

My xbox is back!
actually its been back for awhile...
we just ended up sending it back to microsoft...
yaaaaaaaaay!
I'm having an artists block...
Any SUGGESTIONS?
IDEAS?
oh and....
Breaking Dawn is coming out tonight!!!!!!!!
XD
Don't all of you get excited and comment this journal all at once...
PLEASE.
:0

Has brought silence to my Grand theft auto addiction.
*Tear*
My Xbox 360 is gone.

Is anyone aware of how you can repair it?