I really really really really REALLY want to learn how to make an animated gif with photoshop. I mean REALLY really.

SOMEONE PLEASE TEACH ME! ;___;

(((For all of you that don't know, I read like crazy, and I also read a lot of stories online. Rozefire is one of my favorite authors, and she's decided to stop writing in the IY fandom so that she can write novels and publish them, so this is my "goodbye" to her fanfictions.)))

Okay, I know this is lame (especially because I just updated about TEN minutes ago... *dubs self freak*), but I just had to...

Goodbye, Rozefire! *cries* I'll miss you!

*secretly plans to stow away in her luggage* Bwahahaha... I'll follow her as she moves to fictionpress... you can't escape my reviews and you know it! *cackles*

I just can't even begin to describe how much I love her work. I used to be a romantic, angst fiend, but now I'm into comedies; I won't even read a novel unless it has some soort of humor in it. Is it even more sad that I watched Monty Python a year back and actually *got* more of the jokes in there just because I had picked up on her British humor? It's makes me want to be British!

Me (in London, talking to a Clerk at a bookstore): Why, hello old chap. Sorry to bother you, but could you help an old sport like meself with some directions? I was hopin' that you'd be able to point me in the direction of a hair salon. Would you know where "Curl Up and Dye" is, off hand?

Clerk: ...

Me: Would I have somethin' on me sweater? *looks down* Ah, lint... crazy little buggars...

Clerk: ...

Me: Ehh... take that as a no. That's too bad, sorry to bother you then, fellow. I'll just be on me own way, then. I'm sure I'll run into the shop eventually. Cheerio! *waves and wanders out*

Clerk: *leans over to whisper to other clerk* Gone stark raving mad, them Americans have.

And when she comes out with a book, I'm going to fly all the way to Europe to attend one of her books tours. "I know her! I used to read her fanfictions! Oh, oh! Rozefi--er, I mean--Miss Frith, over here! Recognize me, Kaji-chan, I--" *trips and is run over by mob*

It's almost sad that I have read every single one of her stories. I mean *every* single one, too, including the older ones that aren't even on ff.net! *cackles* Yes, even those... (and I LIKED then, bwahaha!)

But, this really is a sad moment. I can already feel the Inuyasha fandom sagging... it's like... another Ookami-chan has left. It's like... Rumiko Takahashi decided to end the series herself... It's like... uh...

I think I need to go to bed... ;;

*waves flag* I will follow you, Rozefire! *runs off after random woman*

Rozefire: Hey, wait a second, that's my evil twin! *shrug* Second time this week that's happened...

Yes. The scanner is working... *bask*

Over the next week or so, I'll be adding some of the art that I've been meaning to add for almost a year now, so I'll be excited to see my gallery grow. Won't you? ^__~

I just uploaded four new ones, but I guess they haven't come up yet... bah.

>< I REALLY wish the scanner at our house wasn't broken... because now that I've wandered back to my DA account and glanced at my gallery, I think I smacked myself because it was growing cobwebs. It's not that I don't have more artwork or anything.... because my sketchbook is about to explode... actually, if the scanner was working, I'd be adding about ten more pictures to my gallery.

But it's not.

Gosh dangit! Now I wish I had a job... and then I could have money... and then I could have a scanner... that works... and then my gallery might be a bit more impressive...

But I'm poor.

And I have no job.

And the scanner is broken.

*sigh*

Anybody willing to send me a working scanner? *pokes DaLilMoomba*

Since my first journal entry was a bit... lacking in the "insightful" area, I've decided to re-do my introduction to my journal. I'm not much of an online journal individual (as I like to write in a regular journal), I'm just going to transfer my written journal entries to my online journal. ^^ Keep in mind that this is directly from my actual journal, so it may sound a bit strange or different than the usual online journal entry. ^^ Here is my formal introduction~

Hm... Prehaps in initializing this (most likely) private journal, I am leaning towards a more sophisticated, private, and extensive portion of myself only expressed in writing. So, in the continuance of these words, in light of my own personal opinion and emotions, are solely for the purpose of future remnicance or humoring in my self-stupidity, whichever of the two. ^^

Perhaps, when I am older (which at this young point in my lifespan is almost impossible to imagine), I will pass this on to my children or friends... so that I can be seen more thoroughly as who I am rather than any other human stereotype or perception.

I have discovered, surprising even to myself at the mere ge of an experiencially-challenged 16-year-old, that the greatest expression of my individuality is through my writing. To form the simple lines in which I can decipher legibility or extract sentance structure, grammar or spelling is merely skimming the surface, gazing upon the tip of the iceberg. Wruting, to me, is am expressive metaphor of inner-soul; like gazing up at the sky for the first time as a young child, seeing the stars for the first time and opening your eyes to the implication in which God may be smiling back down at you.

Words, scribbled on paper, the sharpened lead which forms the intricate design of literacy means nothing--it is the entirety of expression within the words. The emotion behind it; what is invisible to the human eye but glows to the soul. To me, there is no way to project to the outsider the wonder of an individual's mind; the wonder which thrives within it, the misleading insinuations which exist outside of it--an almost unnoticable deception which leads away from the true inner-beauty, intellect, and contrast which hides and obscures what cannot be seen by mere sight alone.

Thought.

A pure, beautiful, and personally isolated form which creates a boundary, seperation and ironic connection between us people. I love to write... because through writing, you may glimpse a person's thought, and see into a world which you could not have begun to comprehend before. So, may you see my mind, not at a mere glance, but beyondthe scrambled phrases, puzzles, and context of this journal. ~

Haha... have I scared anyone yet? *laughs* That's my sense of humor actually.... practically the entire thing was me being sarcastic and poetic (at the same time, yes). I wasn't being sarcastic about writing, though. I really do love to write. It's my life. If I didn't have an outlet in life, I would have gone crazy a long time ago...

Good thing I have my sketchbook when my computer decides to not work.