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Drabble

There's little to no point in sharing how work went today. The same customers returned the same products and acted in the same manner as every other day. Boring!

In other news I've been trying very hard to continue my passion for art. I've been keeping better tabs on the goings on at DeviantArt.com, flikr accounts, my favourite artisits blogs, webcomic sites that I appreciate for both humor and art. And my most daunting task yet: sifting through all the anime I have available to me through netflix and trying to study the style enough to better grasp it.

Yesterday, around this same time, I started and finished one called

Le Portrait de Petite Cossette



Pictured: Not all sweetness and innocence.

I always forget how fixated on making every simple story as jamm-packed with the stuff of nightmares the Japanese can be. They truly take it to a whole new level. Well, not for them, but for me it's new. Which is good I guess. Expands the mind and such.

ANYWAY. It was presented in three parts and I didn't have to be at work till one in the afternoon so I stayed all all night/wee hours of the morning watching it sequentially. The story was quite good and while I realize that happy endings interpreted with a western mindset are radically different than in other areas of the world (read: mainly the world) I was still a little disappointed with the ending.

Haven't you noticed though that we (and by "we" yes, I do mean Americans in general) tend to consider a happy ending- or a good ending to more generalize it- is when plots loops are tied, the bad guy is shown the error of his ways (with varying degrees of violence depending on the genre) and the protagonist conquers all. In short we are fed a wildly unlikely scenario and we eat it up. But watching foreign films, even something as trite as anime, it's refreshing to see that the protagonist is fallible. Things like black and white do not exist. And even if you are right and you worked very hard the bad guy is still going to be out there. Your one-true-love does not love you back/is dead/doesn't exist. Sure, it's depressing. And, sure, maybe the majority of us would rather go to movie to be fed a fairy tale so we don't have to deal with the complexities of life.

My favorite Bollywood movie is Fanaa.



Romantic film released in 2006 starring Aamir Khan and Kajol. It's got everything a bollywood movie should have: romantic story line, music, dancing, intermission, thick accents...




...and a freaking plot twist that will mess with your head for DAYS afterwards. WOW.


So I guess the moral of the blog is this: be open minded, but watch out for creepy things that will try to crawl their way in their and start nesting.

P.s. Here's a tattoo!
~Lyric

This is me.

I can't believe it's already April 2011. Where has all my time gone? Maybe I'm in a time warp. Five...I guess six years ago now, I had fantastic plans to go to college and get some kind of awesome degree that would allow me to snatch a fantastic job and make lots of money.

Ideally.

Actually, if truth be told, I didn't want to get a fancy schmancy degree. I wanted to attend an art institute. Or move to California and find an agent. Work myself to my bones at waitress jobs or whatever anyone does in California waiting for the career breakthrough of a lifetime.

As you might have surmised neither of those things happened and here I sit in the same town I've been living in for the past too-many-years, working a dead end job, and trying to figure out the best way to get around my capacity for making the worst decisions.

I don't have any tattoos, or- aside from the ones in my ears- any piercings. I love listening to Kings of Leon even though they make me melancholy and food is a passion of mine that I should really learn to temper. I don't consider myself "gothic" or "emo" but I do have black hair and wear darker clothing. I like to think of my looks as a "chic rockstar with a flair for vintage" kind of closet melodrama.

I love socks.

In my spare time I write(a smattering of poetry and over analysed fiction), paint (with neither effort nor patience or even a hint of skill), and sketch (mindless chatter via the pencil in my hand).

I love watching movies too. Drama, romance, indie, action, and foreign. Bollywood is my new craze.

My music preferences are nearly as erratic my movie one, perhaps even more so.

I dislike Yanni.

My friends are my family and the one blood relative I actually do talk to on any kind of regular basis is of all people my grandmother. And we barely get along either.

Like anyone else there's a lot to me and if you want to figure it all out that's dandy with me just drop me a line when you've got it all straight.

Lyric~