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I do not appreciate going into the movie theater to go see a movie that is not New Moon and having to wade through loitered halls plugged with fangirls and their dragged-along, reluctant boyfriends. Additionally, having to wait forever in line to even get my ticket checked was another irritant.

Then to say that tonight the theater doesn't accept Fandango--? You bet my seventy dollars and abrasive nature you will.

Okay, that was slightly exaggerated. I'm rather passive, but my mom would stand up in a heartbeat for her seventy bucks, which, I feel inclined to inform you, we did pay.

So we exchanged ticked for a later time and came back in the evening. It was a relief to know that the film we saw, The Blind Side, was very good.

That is all. :)

I just got back from going to the grocery store. Somehow, the brief is never good enough nowadays--you always have to have run-ins with odd sorts of Lifedrama. Yes. One word, capitalized. My sister and I run into the store for macaroni, which seems like a relatively quick affair. We pay for our items and walk out. We both get into the backseat of the SUV, but just as I'm opening the backdoor, some complete stranger opens the front door and gets in.

"Hi," my mom says, acting like it's no big deal. "What's your name, again?"

Again. Clearly, she has interacted with this woman before.

"B——," she replies. "Thank you so much."

We drive across town to a hotel. B—— and my mother go into the hotel; my sister and I stay behind. After about 5-10 minutes, both my mom and B—— return. We head to a nearby motel, which we managed to book a night in for her. We watch her go into her room, and drive off. I didn't register it at the time, but it was eighty-four dollars. Eighty-four for one night in a sub-par place. My sister and I asked what was wrong with the first hotel, and she said that they wouldn't let the woman stay because she has "caused too many problems" in the past. What a terrible thing. We found that taking care of the needs of homeless persons can approach one at any time.

It's negative thirteen degrees Fahrenheit outside, and an eighty-four thousand cent hole in our pocket means that someone can stay in a warm place tonight.

I wish her all the best.

Once again, I have failed the annual NaNoWriMo challenge. There is no sadness about the topic, however; I keep in mind that Nobel Prize-winning author Gabriel Garcia Marquez spent a year and a half working full-time in his study to pen One Hundred Years of Solitude.

Other notes may include that I am still actively writing, and I am considering making synthetic double-ended dreadlocks in my spare time for future personal use. 

I spent $140 on Nike footwear--indulgent. I felt somewhat guilty afterward thinking that there are some children out there that cannot maintain a roof over their heads. Or a soul in their body.

I saw a kid on a bike get hit by a car. No injuries--he cycled off in a nervous fright. I also saw a dog get hit by a car two weeks ago. Life is too short to watch it get snatched away from you. In that quick little trice, all you can do is look. Because your fingers can't move quickly enough; your brain can't register fast enough; your nerves can't remember the messages rapidly enough. Enough isn't enough.

You can only clutch the steering wheel with white knuckles and listen to the air in your throat screech along the windshield before the anticipated sonic boom of impact.

God watches out for us.

It has been exhibited to me that maturity is never a destination to those who fully understand it. That being said, I can see changes within myself even though the words of this journal. Perhaps I can find a way to tranquilize my words by sitting on them for half a second longer. I believe it would be a very wonderful feeling to have the day I wake up and realize that yes, in fact, there is no backpedaling to be done upon my words today. Because reeling back and apologizing is a mere waste of time, especially when it could have been completely unnecessary to do such things.

Knowledge is no destination, either.

Needless to say, I am of the Christian religion, though, what eludes me most is whether I should approach things with the reality-reality approah or the fantasy-reality approach. I debate cognitively as to whether a "fantasy" setting is acceptable. At some time, I regard myself as highly linear--my disposition is rather two-faced, but this generally occurs, whether I feel the need to outwardly express it or not. Magic seems quite pathetic to me. I would much prefer scientific muse and reason behind the mechanics, though that may not be completely evident or possible. This also was a slight deterrent from my past love of anthropomorphism and hybrids, seeing as species from different genuses generally cannot spawn young. Quite intriguing.

To return to the original subject, I wonder if the concept of magic is acceptable when a clear disconnection from reality is made distinct. What stymies this "distinction" is the grey matter. When is this absolutely distinguishable? When is it not? Is Harry Potter wrong because of the connections to withcraft, a real-life practice? What is the difference between he and the Wicked With of the West?

I believe I'll remain on the safe side.

I would never see this domain again. Alas, my thoughts have turned elsewhere--a one-eighty, if you'd like. I've come to the ultimate conclusion that my Internet being is too one-dimensional; it is time to build and develop facets. Every bit about me online involves either some type of logic puzzle (Tetris, Boggle, et cetra) or art.

Art consumes my life. It's a shame and a simultaneous pride.

Which boils down to a new found hello. I'll be making an attempt to get involved with some communities around here, and I'll see how it plays out.

P.S. Trigonometry is exceedingly vexing--too much to comprehend before you can truly understand it in its entirety. Functions and inverses, lather, rinse, repeat.

So I sort of went on Hiatus. Tonight I'm uploading P3 (=X) AGAIN.... With a wysiwyg. DnA is a mess, too! *smacks self as webmaster*

New 'kaki done on MOB (Manga Oekaki Board [mangatutorials.com])
Fanart for Starflame is what it be.

I'll post my aerobike DaVinci-ness later along with the 'kaki fanart. (LJ is wonking)

Hi, I'm Celestial-Fox (CF, C-F, whatever). I'm an artist and whatnot. Yesterday in the car, I had the weirdest idea. Sooooo, I drew it, and came out with this:

http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/7281/snarfluvik2.jpg

I raided Stryder's Sketchbook three days ago, but I need to crop and resize those =3