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[Oct. 24th, 2009|03:23 pm] |
LG FASHION WEEK AFTER PARTY. Tonight. Yes. Hollah.
Ps: I'm alive. |
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[Sep. 18th, 2009|04:08 am] |
Dad: So you have a blog?
Me: Yeah.
Dad: Do you post your art and pictures on it?
Me: Yeah, sometimes.
Dad: Send me the link, I want to read it.
Me: No. You can't read it.
Dad: Why not?
Me: I have naughty stuff on it.
Dad: What naughty stuff? I can handle naughty stuff.
Me: There's pictures of penises on it. Do you want to look at penises? Cus there's penises on it.
Dad: ...
- end of conversation |
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[Jul. 30th, 2009|04:52 pm] |
So I took Cotton biking, and this is what happened:
Rounding a corner too sharply + him pulling = me skidding along the roadside in front of all the neighbours.
I got up and totally acted like it didn't happen.
And of course this happened only 5 minutes after we got outside, and I thought, you know what, I'm already outside so just take it like a man and keep riding.
RyDe till I dYeeee |
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[Jul. 11th, 2009|01:53 am] |
I WANT THIS SHIRT!!!
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[Jul. 1st, 2009|10:31 am] |
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Note to self:
Dear Diana,
Please remember to save your work every 5 minutes.
Please remember that power shortages occur randomly.
Please remember that PS CS3 is not a "whore faced cuntbag", and it's not trying to ruin your life. |
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[Jun. 27th, 2009|09:29 pm] |
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A Week in the Life of DIANA, Volume One
MEME TIME!
Yanked from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) junemermaid
Aim of the Game: For one week, you are to post photographs taken during the day.
Rules:
1. You must take between 6 and 8 new photographs per day.
2. Your WITL must be consecutive. No skipping days.
3. You must post your photographs at the end of that day, sometime after the last picture is taken.
4. Each photograph must have the time taken beneath and a title, with no other explanation.
You must post these rules at your first entry, then link back to it for the other six days so that people will know wtf you're doing.
Your post must say "A Week in the Life of [your name/username], Volume [whatever day you're on]."
( ONTO SATURDAY ) |
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[Jun. 7th, 2009|06:28 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | art, rambling, shoes | ] |
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You know when you see a pair of really ostentatious shoes, your first reaction is always wth. It's like, really? Really Marc Jacobs? Really? Is that how you roll these days? Is this how you stay relevant? By making $600 tackyass shoes in times of economic crisis? You really expect me to shell out $600 for these shoes? Maybe you should lay off the coke. And maybe you should ease up on the self tanner. And you should definitely stop hanging out with Kanye.
Then it starts to grow on you. And you think, oh it's actually not that ugly. And then it turns into, it's okay, but I wouldn't wear it. And then, okay, I'd wear it but I wouldn't pay for it. And then, well, maybe I'd pay for half.
And then five minutes later, you find yourself trying to justify that $600 for MJ shoes isn't really that much. You already have several outfits to wear it with, you could maybe wear it to work, you could wear it going out. You attempt to convince yourself to see it as an investment. And at that point, no amount of rationality nor logic can help you.
Holy hairy balls, they are so tacky. And I want them so bad.
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[Jun. 6th, 2009|04:36 pm] |
I was a little spiteful and vindictive today. And it felt really good.
So the whole family was in the yard, dog included. And we're talking blah blah, I'm playing with the dog, we're chasing each other and blah blah. We were all out there for a good half an hour, and by the end of it both the dog and I are exhausted due to all the running around. I had gotten a nice big 5 inch welt on my arm because I'm a dumbass and decided to wear a tank top while wrestling with the dog. Cotton does his business (no.1 and no.2), so of course I have to hose down the pee spot with water or it'll burn the grass and pick up the poo etc.
Based on the great weather and the fact that she was already outside, my mother decided to do a little impromptu gardening. I asked if she needed help, she shook her head, so I took the dog inside, wiped his feet and went upstairs.
Some fifteen minutes later, I'm called back downstairs. I find the dog back in the yard. My mother had thought Cotton looked 'sad' and decided to let him out again. He wore out his welcome after about 5 minutes, and now I was supposed to bring him back inside. Okay, I managed to chase him down, bring him in and wipe his feet. I go back upstairs.
Ten minutes later, I hear my name being called along with some "Cotton, stop it!", "Cotton, come!" going on in the backyard, so I go back downstairs to discover that the dog is in the yard again. And now my mother is throwing a huge bitch fit, because Cotton had eaten one of her Chrysanthemums. This was of course after my mother had let him out again. So I chased him down again, brought him in again, and wiped his feet again.
I stood at the screen door for a moment, and right beside me was Cotton, being a dog, still wanting to go outside. I asked my mother through the screen if she was going to let the dog out again. Still in the throes of the bitch fit, she said no, absolutely no, not if he was going to eat her flowers, and she couldn't believe he had eaten the biggest, prettiest one, and blah blah so on and so forth. I asked her why not just let him eat the flowers, he's a dog for christ sake. And she looked at me as if I had asked something incredibly wrong and horrible.
As I stood there, I thought to myself, you know, I walk him three times a day. I get dragged around the neighborhood by this motherfucker. I take him for walks in the rain. I have to towel him off and blow dry him. I feed him. I bathe him. I clip his nails. I pick up his poo. I have literally spent hours scrubbing dog pee and diarrhea out of the carpet. I woke up today at 7:30 in the morning on a motherfucking Saturday to take him outside.
All these thoughts were swirling in my head as I was standing there. And I looked at my mother, and quietly said, "You know, we all have to make sacrifices."
I slowly slid the screen door open, let the dog out and went back upstairs. |
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[Jun. 1st, 2009|06:35 pm] |
I haven't drawn in 3 months, for serious. I've only recently started getting back my mojo, but it's a little rusty.
So have some crap :D
( DUMP'EDY DUMP )
My life revolves around poo now.
I pick up poo 3 times a day.
I check the quality of the poo (what colour is it, is it hard, dark, soft).
I wake up to let him out to poo.
I go to bed only after making sure he's pooed.
I am so poo'ed out.
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[May. 25th, 2009|06:48 pm] |
Cotton, who is affectionately nicknamed as 'the sonovabitch'
Some lovely times include:
- me standing in the rain for 20 minutes at 11:00PM, yelling, "POO, for Jesus sake, poo!! Just poooo. For the love of Christ, go poo. If you don't go poo right now I'm going to make you hold it until the morning!" And him doing everything but pooing.
- me accidentally kneeing in his poo.
- trying to pick up diarrhea with a plastic bag.
- him eating bird/duck/Canadian geese poo, and then attempting to lick my face.
- scrapes and welts on the hands, arms, legs, face, and the worst was a 5 inch scrap down the collar bone, that one actually drew blood.
Today alone, he had explosive diarrhea, it was literally shooting out his ass :( And he vomited. Not once, not twice, but thrice times. I didn't understand the extent of sensitivity of his stomach when I fed him some new treats yesterday. But I should have known, it took him about 2 weeks to adjust to the new dry food we were feeding him.
But he's a good boy, and super cute. I love himmmmmm |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2009|06:26 pm] |
So the reason I haven't been present lately, is due to the fact that I've accomplished the impossible.
I got a dog.
And, as the primary care taker, I'm pretty much exhausted.
Owning a dog is hard work.
Owning a rescued stray is a lot of hard work.
Owning a large German Shepard/Husky mix rescued stray is boatload of hard work.
Owning a large hyperactive German Shepard/Husky mix rescued stray that has never experienced a home environment, with absolute no knowledge of basic manners, along with a whole lot of social issues is the kind of motherfucking exhausting hard work that will kill you. Dead.
Today's schedule: 2.5 hr walk in the morning, 40 minute walk in the afternoon, and it's only 6:30. We do another walk at night time, usually for an hour.
I am so tense all the time, I've basically created a diamond in my ass.
But still, the son of a bitch is really sweet, and I love him.
He's a beautiful boy, and I'll included pictures later on, because I'm too tired right now to upload anything.
Oh and we named him Cotton <3 |
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[Mar. 25th, 2009|01:03 am] |
If you haven't seen Target Women yet, it probably just means you have a penis.
It's the Super Special, yayy :)
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[Mar. 6th, 2009|07:35 pm] |
I've been sick for the last couple days, dizzy, hacking my face off and all the rest. On top of that, my monthly female visitor also came. And if that was too subtle for you, MY PERIOD! .! .! The last solid food I had was congee about two days ago, I've just been downing hot lemon tea and herbal cough syrup like crazy.
This is probably the WORST website to go on whilst hungry.
http://scanwiches.com/
http://scanwiches.com/
http://scanwiches.com/
And how incredibly Predacon Transformers is this
( Predacons Terrorize )
And what what what?
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[Mar. 2nd, 2009|07:25 pm] |
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When there's nothing to do, and I have free time up to my ass, I'm all 'oh I can't draw boo hoo blah blah', but when there's a midterm the next day at noon, all of a sudden, it's 'oh I feel like drawing'.
No cut b/c I'm lazy.
Oh and is this not the cutest thing
Edible prints
A series of screenprints on rice paper using only food, i.e. cream, flour, fruit juice and food colouring.
Ahhhh midterm tomorrow DD: |
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[Feb. 23rd, 2009|03:46 pm] |
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I need to update more, but my life is so uneventful :(
The strike is finally over, and it apparently holds the record for being the longest strike in an English speaking university in Canada. Supposedly 15,000 students are getting extra OSAP money or some kind of compensation.
Every year when winter comes along, I urge myself to take advantage of the abundant Canadian snow fall. Every time the temperature drops below 0, I turn to Whoreface and I say, "Whoreface, we should really go ice skating or rent a ski lodge and go skiing." And she would agree and we would talk about how fun it would be, who to invite and blah blah blah and it would never happen.
Except this year, I actually did do stuff. I hiked, tobogganed, skated, skied, went snowmobiling, had a snowmobiling accident, went ATVing, had an ATVing accident. I had a super fun winter :) |
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[Jan. 26th, 2009|05:26 pm] |
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Happy New Year everybody :DD
I'm back from the dead, artistically speaking. I'm lying though. But hopefully not. This probably doesn't make any sense. Idk, recently I feel as if my style is progressing toward a direction I don't like. And I don't even know what direction is. Blah blah, boo hoo, I'm crying a river.
( Meme art )
And please do this meme, because if you don't, it means you eat poo.
YOU
1. Name:
2. Date of birth:
3. Where you live:
4. What makes you happy:
5. Currently listening/the last thing you listened to:
6. Do you read my journal?:
7. If yes, what makes it especially good or bad?:
8. An interesting fact about you:
9. What do you love at the moment?:
10. Favourite place to spend time:
11. Favourite lyric:
12. The best time of the year:
RECOMMEND
1. A film:
2. A book:
3. A band, a song, or album:
PLUS
1. One thing you like about me:
2. Two things you like about yourself:
3. Look at my friends-list and tell what you like about one of our mutual friends: |
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[Jan. 6th, 2009|08:04 pm] |
I was looking through my hard drive, and decided that for the first post of the new year, I'm going to do a massive picture post of some of my favourite artists, editorials, photographers etc.
Beware, it's image heavy and NSFW :D
( MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD ) |
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