I’ve been very busy this May, trying to finally complete my studies. If nothing goes wrong, I can leave my application for the certificate next Monday. It will also be the first day in my new 4-month job.
I am relieved and excited, but the biggest issue in my life isn’t a positive thing like these. I had to say goodbye to my cat Sesse a few days ago. She was with me for 21 years, and it’s really hard to imagine the rest of my life without her. Continue reading
Last night I wore my first cosplay costume. (I have dressed up as Eric Draven from Crow and Jeanette Voerman from Vampire: The Masquerade – Bloodlines on Halloween but on those cases I didn’t actually aim for getting the outfit right or plan to wear it again somewhere else.) Continue reading
I think I mentioned somewhere that I planned on picking up drawing at some point again. I haven’t really done it for years and I know I will suck horribly, but it’s meant to be something therapeutic done with my hands, getting my hands dirty. I don’t really like to cook and could afford losing some weight, so pens, paints and chalks and all that jazz seems like the perfect idea to dip my fingers into.
Buuuuut… I’m not there yet. Too busy trying to get my prescription drugs to work while still staying upwards and just breathing, and sitting on my ass and browsing forums. Anyway, I went and grabbed an old box with my old drawings and paintings and laughed my ass off. I’m usually very critical about my own pieces but this stuff is almost 20 years old, so I’m just going to enjoy the ride on the memory lane.
So, incoming my absolutely brilliant works of art from my early teen years of 13-16. Taken with my awesome camera phone and only cropped and resized from that.