Damn but for real 2012 was a good art year for me shit

:3

:3

I drew the head and then I didn’t know what else to do with it… so… Feel free to color the bottom one. Lemme know if you do B)

art by hellxia

Penguin Pals!!!! WANK!
art by hellxia

Penguin Pals!!!! WANK!

art by hellxia

Today (recently yesterday)

I relaxed so hard that I floated up into the ether and found myself dancing wildly to Chopin’s minute waltz, pieces of gold and glazed walnuts streaming through the void.

I also played badminton for the first time in about five years and then got my hair cut. Now I’m looking forward to spending tomorrow with my bffalo.

Today

I tabled until the sun refused to let me hide under the cover of the next table over’s shade, at which point I said to myself, “I don’t get paid enough to get sunburned. In fact, I don’t get paid at all! And I have done my part.”

At home, I cooked lamb for the first time. Its flavor melded into the curry and it was most excellent. And it will be most excellent for another week.

Between tasks, I finally finished Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore. It was delightful and I was satisfied, although it was often dreamy and too perfect, like most fictions. But that is the point, is it not? To hide under the cover of a book cover from the reality of an unimportant, ephemeral event. 

Later I met up with another volunteer to explain how to handle the social media while I am gone. Gone to another world, not unlike our own. Where the places are the same, but the words and appearances of the people have changed slightly. Just enough so that I feel simultaneously more familiar with appearances and even more familiar with the sense of not belonging.

More reasons to hide under the cover.

#wip #painting

#wip #painting

I wrote this in 2012

I don’t know what happened

that year without her face.

I didn’t need it before

Before I put it on.

It was the same It was the same

But I didn’t like her.

I wanted me so

I took off her face.

I don’t know what happened

that year without her face.

I am still me

Do I need her face?

I need her face I need her face

No one will recognize her now

No one will recognize me now

I don’t know what happened

that year without her face.

Muffled mouth, eyes for rolling

hellxia:

Finished lol weird fanart mashup of Sam Wolfe Connelly and Adventure Time.
Original godliness here
/edit
OH WAIT. jk lol It’s still a WIP. I forgot to add some characters in the background. I’ll do that soon.

Wtf why am I not doing cool shit like this anymore

hellxia:

Finished lol weird fanart mashup of Sam Wolfe Connelly and Adventure Time.

Original godliness here

/edit

OH WAIT. jk lol It’s still a WIP. I forgot to add some characters in the background. I’ll do that soon.

Wtf why am I not doing cool shit like this anymore

Today (which was actually Yesterday)

Had pancakes with my bffalo, then traversed the treacherous strip of land between my apartment and my old stomping grounds to view my 6 foot pieces finally on display again (at Sac State. Sac State = my old stomping grounds). They had been gathering cobwebs in a sad corner of my apartment, so it was nice to see them again. The sharpie is fading on the one with rice tears though… not as effective anymore. Ah, the nuances of MATERIALS. Ugh.

I need to step up my Super Smash Bros game. I lost a lot today. I lost more blood than I care to admit.

But my Just Dance game is still pretty close to perfect B)

Today

Time is still off. Dammit, time. First you took the day off and didn’t tell anyone, and now you’re on vacation apparently and haven’t told anyone for how long you will be gone. What an asshole!!

I biked to Luis’ place for dinner with ArtC peeps, with some oranges and garlic bread (that took me about 12 years to attain, but the bakery lady was very nice and also the only person working). Dinner was excellent. It is good to have friends. I eat healthy when I am with friends, for the most part.

Then we ventured out to Second Saturday. I haven’t been in years and nothing much has changed. It is still pretty boring. But there were small cups of alcohol and free cake in what used to be CCAS’s space :(

My bffalo and I later watched the documentary (mockumentary?) called the Confederate States of America. It’s on Netflix. You should watch it.

If my bffalo has gotten me sick, I am going to be sad. Because I will be sick. And therefore quarantined. And I have already been sick more times last year than I should have been in five years. And I am sure that I will get sick in China or at least on the plane. Planes are bad places for germaphobes.

Lies

When it lies to you, it lies to you.
When it lies with you, it lies with you.

Today

I woke up to the ground shaking and the periodic shattering of the universe outside my window. Isn’t there a universal law that restricts noise pollution like that to the hours of 9am-10pm?

Time was off today. Like it took the day off. And it didn’t even inform anyone. What an asshole. Every goddamn time. Surprised he hasn’t gotten fired yet.

I got two vaccinations yesterday and the nurse told me that the one on the left arm would be sore for a while. The left arm needle went in okay. It wasn’t so bad. BUT THEN THE RIGHT ARM NEEDLE. It was like puncturing my skin with a long, thin, and sharp metallic object containing some sort of liquid chemical serum and then pulling it upwards or moving it around slightly, but continuously. It didn’t hurt too much afterwards. BUT TODAY. Both arms hurt. The left one is swollen. You didn’t ENTIRELY lie to me, but I STILL FEEL BETRAYED, NURSE. BETRAYED.

Today was a mess. But there are birds on PBS right now and everything is better.