Normally, I'm not one to rant and rave in a blog, especially when it comes to my life. But for the past two and a half weeks, I have been awoken by my mother-in-law at anywhere between 7:30AM and 9:30AM so that she can tell us that which we know already. That we have to get the house visitor ready for people who good odds have are not even going to stay, if even visit, for Thanksgiving. Normally, this time frame wouldn't be bad, but when you suffer from depression, insomnia, and have a sleep schedule built around a persons job hours of 11AM to 10PM, those hours are just shy of my classification of "Oh God" o'clock. Granted, living rent free is nice, but is that necessarily an acceptable price for a person to disregard any and all decency and/or respect of another? And then accuse them of laziness when the fruits of their works are all around for anyone to see? Granted, I'm unemployed. Been doing house/yard work like crazy to do my share. But, this interruption in the sleeping schedule is effecting everything. My mind fades in and out while in the middle of doing important tasks where attention is -extremely- important (i.e. driving). I can't even get my focus together enough for a bloody job interview. Who the hell is gonna hire a guy who doesn't look like he can formulate a proper sentence or looks like hell warmed over? It doesn't help that my unemployment was denied either (well, that didn't help the depression anyhow) of which I'm having to appeal because the woman I talked to apparently didn't listen to a word I said. (Another matter for another time, as my brain can't rant twice at once.) Don't get me wrong, on good days, I absolutely adore my mother-in-law. But with her developing mental issues and ever growing egomania, I almost miss my days living in the cab of my truck, scrounging for whatever I could find, stealing to survive, completely uncertain of where the next meal could come from or how much it would be. Sure, it was tough as hell. Sure I was malnourished. Of course I was constantly berated by police due to anti-homeless laws. But at least two to three times a week, I got a decent nights sleep and didn't have to cater to an ego that skips like a broken record about "how hard she worked to put herself through college, working hard through high school, that only I know what suffering is, that only I know what being tired is, that only I work and everyone else is a layabout lazybone".

I know when I married my wife, my mother-in-law told me I was getting into a "meshuga" family. Didn't realize she meant that it was only her, to such an extent that she makes up for the lack of insanity for the rest of us.

Or something akin to that nature. For anyone who's not taken a chemistry class, NaClO is (to the best of my knowledge) the chemical notation for Bleach. And as most of my art as of late has been inspirations of and made within the world of Tite Kubo's Bleach, I figure that the story I'm working on should reflect that. And for those who went "Who's What now?"... [link] Educate yourselves. It's alot to read, but I found it well worth the time spent.

Just as the title implies, I've been having this itch to recreate some of my characters. More specifically some of my Espada and Arrancar. Hopefully, I'll be able to load some of the uncolored works in soon. Just depends on whether or not I can get this new scanner to stop arguing with me. Anywho... *crosses fingers*

tagged me. Kind of a first for me. Never really been tagged for anything before. But then again, it's not easy to get me off my arse and to get me to do anything. Anwho, the rules.

1-post these rules
2-each tagged person must tell 8 things about themselves
3-at the end of this journal, you must tag 8 peoples(and post their icons!)
4-go to all the pages of the people you tagged and leave them a comment saying that you tagged them
5-NO TAGBACKS!!!

And thus, we are brought to this point.

1. Right at this moment (8:07AM 5/20/09), my lip is still bleeding from a wound recieved three hours ago.
2. Though I type with what could be seen at times as a British accent, I rarely talk with one.
3. I normally have a British accent when talking to myself.
4. At times, if I don't know something, I'll make up as believable an answer as possible, but will also end the answer with something relating to the fact that I don't truthfully know the answer.
5. My internal spell-checker sometimes fails me.
7. I like to skip numbers.
6. But, I also try to get back to them.
8. If all else fails... I BS my way through things.

And now, I choose to tag...
oneoftwo
shiroifushicho
Bankanekonei
GaaraSamasLover
gs-mugetsu
neondragon
Zirconia
AnimeDumbass

<.<

So, it seems that if anyone has been paying attention that I've got a scanner again. And with the help of GIMP, been putting it to good use. If anyone has any ideas of something to draw/sketch lemme know. I could use a muse at this time.