I'm sure a lot of you have heard, since a few days ago the article went quite viral on Twitter and other blog websites, but if a few of you have missed, my friend Samantha Shannon got her novel The Bone Season published with Bloomsbury Publishing!
I honestly couldn't be more proud, as she's been wanting this her whole life and worked hard on her novel to deserve it. When she first told me, as any good friend, I screamed and woke up my family - as I live across the world in California and different time zones! It seemed quite unreal, mostly because Bloomsbury Publishing is quite a famous company, especially for their publishing of the Harry Potter series. To me that meant that she had shown them something they really, really loved; I swear, I was so excited I lost my drawing spark for two-three weeks, my senses were so blown.
Even now it still seems shocking; she's always wanted to be a published author and it's both surreal and amazing that she was able to achieve that. She's kept me up to date with her goings-on - or as much as she can let me, which is only what has been posted on the internet, curses! - and with each new information, I think I'm going to just explode I'm so excited.
I shall continue and will always stand by her and support her as she journeys through her newfound "famous-dom" (not a word, I know) in the wonderful world of publishing.
Especially through art. Because like writing, art is just as important!
You can follow her journey through her publishing adventure here, as well as receive any other news about her progress.
My friend Samantha is and has always been lovely, intelligent, the sweetest person you'll ever meet - if not TALL, curse her height D: - and I guarantee you my word that her talent for writing is out of this world, and when The Bone Season comes out, you will all be as excited as I am to read it!
I'm always proud of you, Sami, and especially for achieving your dream ♥
Anyways, back to art for me.
Love&Rockets,
Lala
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Down the Rabbit Hole and Off to Londerland
If you have not guessed from the wonderful picture of Big Ben I took that I was able to afford my wonderful trip to the great and vast lands of the United Kingdom, then something is incredibly wrong with you.
But yes, I returned on the 15th after nine glorious days at Oxford University to visit a very dear friend of mine (who is a student, which I am most proud :] ) who was most gracious to house me in her dorm - as well as conceal me from the Porter's "watchful" eyes, I was actually not meant to be there, hehehe. It was a very relaxing trip, I think I definitely needed a holiday away from California, so I am glad we were able to make it happen.
And now for your featured presentation:
Tuesday 6th, Day One:
Needless to say I woke up on Tuesday in a very good mood. My flight wasn't until 3.05 in the afternoon that day, so I did last minute packing and took a well-deserved nap after getting my room situated. Three hours in advance, my mother - with my youngest brother - came and picked us up, took me to the bank to get out some money, THEN dropped me off at the airport after a few goodbyes.
I then took my first flight to LA where I had to wait a good 3 hours until my NEXT flight to London. It wasn't until half an hour before boarding did one of the staff members call me over and tell me she goofed with my Economy seating (which always sucks) and since it was full she bumped me to First Class. I was not going to complain.
I slept like a baby the entire 19 HOURS it would take to get to the United Kingdom.
Wednesday 7th, Day Two:
After a long and tiring flight, I finally landed at Heathrow Airport.
Customs was horrible - especially since I was in line for about 45 minutes to an hour behind several dozen other passengers - and the airport was a little stuffy, but needless to say I was extremely excited to be in a British Airport because, well... who wouldn't be? I spent half the time fooling around in the toilet before finally running to my Coach and beginning my short journey to the lively streets of Oxford, Oxfordshire. I waited for my friend Samantha to arrive ( in cold as BALLS weather) until I was greeted by my tall British friend - after struggling to see her through my piss-poor vision.
Sneaking me through the back gate, we finally made it up to her dorm and allowed myself to get situated. Prior to dinner, my body decided to give me a MASSIVE nosebleed which left her bathroom looking like a Wes Craven set; this lasted for several minutes. After cleaning up and freshening ourselves up, we went for dinner where she introduced me to her friends and took a trip to the pub. Since I cannot drink legally in the US for another year, it was quite glorious.
After we put on our pjs before falling asleep.
Thursday 8th, Day Three:
Woke up to a beautifully sunny morning.
Sami made us some coffee before taking me with her to a lecture where we were joined by her friend Rian. We had a nice coffee conversation before heading to her class; admittedly I spent most of my time drawing, but the teacher was quite amusing and very enthusiastic with the subjects taught. I thought he was quite engaging, even though I didn't understand HALF the words he was saying...
Afterwards, Sami and I got lunch at St Anne's Coffee Shop, where I met another one of her friends in passing; seeing an actually Oxford student conversation is very exciting, they speak of their subjects like a fat man speaks of ho-ho's, there's so much passion in their voices.
We went shopping with Rian - found a cute tank top - then proceeded to get ready for the term's last Formal dinner where I met more of her friends. I found it very amusing that most of them commented mostly on the height of my pumps and if I had any difficultly walking in them. The dinner was quite fancy so I enjoyed myself as well as talking with her friends, but the dessert was much too creamy and not enough pastry. I gave it a two and a half out of four stars for that dessert.
We made ANOTHER trip to a bar called Duke of Cambridge which had the most AMAZING Crème brûlée martini, so I had two and a cranberry vodka. However, I suddenly got emotional and quiet - due to the dinner wine I had - and found myself completely heartbroken by the fact that the bar had glass frame displays of butterflies.
Pathetic to be distraught over, but I digress. Never have wine again, it only makes me upset...
Not a wonderful way to end the evening, sad over BUGS, but I slept it off after a BRIEF movie.
Friday 9th, Day Four:
Woke for MORE coffee and set off to the wonderful world of Tesco. Love that place, everything is just CHEAP.
Bought some things to make Sami and myself some dinner, though when I tried to take pictures a staff member told me it was not allowed due to something. What she told me kind of went through one ear and out the other. We made our purchases before heading back to the room and chatting over MORE coffee and junk food I brought for her from America.
We then grabbed lunch at the hall - had a lovely lamb dish - and relaxed for a while before getting ready for a "End of the Term" dinner at her friend's dorm. Her friend's Jenny, Ruth and Rian made a lovely salmon dish with veggies which I very much enjoyed ♥ Once again made conversations with her friends before we all headed to The Royal Oak for some drinks. Tried strawberry beer for the first time and absolutely loved it. We stayed outside until we moved into the pub because we were getting frozen. I enjoyed how friendly and open her friends were to me, and glad to see they didn't find me weird or making an ass of myself from all the liquor!
Ended the night with Zoolander.
Saturday 10th, Day Five:
Coffee and crumpets to start our day - because you can never have too much coffee or crumpets.
After went to the hall for some real breakfast and were joined by her friends Rian and Richard. Richard also came with me and Sami on our busy adventure through some of the colleges; places we managed to see were:
- Keble College & Chapel
- The Bodleian Library
- Radcliffe's Camera
- Oxford University Museum of Natural History
- St Edmund Hall
- Magdalen College
- Pembroke College
- Christ Church
- Lewis Carroll's Alice's Shop
After a long day, we retired to her room before heading to a kitchen so I could make us some dinner. I made a seafood pasta; wasn't happy with it, but we were both fed.
Put on another movie before falling asleep.
Sunday 11th, Day Six:
We both woke up to more coffee and got ready, as her family were coming down to meet me - scary first time! - and take us out to lunch.
What we failed to realize was that they came a little too early so we had to haul ass to straighten up the room and make it presentable. They were very funny and enjoyable; her mother was lovely, her step-dad was funny especially with his questions of my thoughts on "American" events, and her brother Alfie was very cute. We chatted for a bit before we walked around Oxford and went to Pizza Express for lunch. Lovely chat and dessert before walking around some more.
We all went to Christ Church - where they filmed Harry Potter - and went into the Dining Hall. My impression of the college is not all that positive; some of the staff - except for one porter who was very kind - were very snobbish and told me rudely to not touch anything. Of course, the second the bitch turned away I picked up a dinner spoon, licked it, and put it back. they can enjoy my spit and suck it. We went outside and were given the same snobbish treatment and told "only the students could sit down" - which we were then promptly laughed at my nearby female students drinking CHAMPAGNE. I thought the structure and buldings were beautiful, but the staff and students were snobby and rude.
They will never see me on those college grounds again.
However, Sami did take me and Alfie to The Ashmolean Museum whilst her parents went around on their own. Loved the museum, was incredibly pretty and probably a lot better than the museums we have here in California. Walked around for a bit then went back to her dorm and said goodbye to her folks.
We rested for a bit before heading off to Port Meadow with some classic English fish & chips take-out for dinner. We ate on the bench before walking around the vast (and incredibly dark) meadow; was very relaxing, you can see the sky very clearly and get a moments peace to yourself... that is unless you're suddenly followed by a creepy man with a flashlight that follows after you. Ran upon her insistence until we got back to the street lights; best idea, seeing that you'd rather avoid problems then stay and wake up the next day in a cage in some basement.
To celebrate successfully evading creepy Meadow man, we went to The Royal Oak for some strawberry beer before going back to the dorm and retiring for the evening.
Another movie was put on, but I fell asleep a few minutes in (again).
Monday 12th, Day Seven:
Woke up quite early (with more coffee, need I elaborate more?) and got ready to catch our coach to begin yet another busy day.
This time, we were going off to the large and lively streets of London. This included a LOT of walking - as well as getting lost a few times - but the places we went to were totally worth it. Places included were:
- Buckingham Palace
- Speedy's Cafe on 187 N Gower Street (for you BBC's Sherlock fans, this is where they filmed it!)
- Trafalgar Square
- Seven Dials
- The British Museum
- Palace of Westminster
- The London Eye
- The Tower of London
- City Hall
- Tower Bridge
- The Shard
- Marble Arch
Quite a tiring day, but I had great fun. We slept through most of the coach drive, then ended our day with some dinner at YO! Sushi (chose this place upon my sushi-loving insistence) before heading back to our room and falling asleep from all the walking.
Tuesday 13th, Day Eight:
Relaxing day.
Went out for breakfast at G&D's Cafe before going back to Sami's room and moving into a colder room in another dorm building. I hoped it'd get warmer, but I was wrong. Once situated, we relaxed.
Later had dinner at a wonderful Greek place with Rian before spending the rest of the evening working on our respective recreational creative activities.
Wednesday 14th, Day Nine:
Regretfully, my last and final day in Oxford.
We went to a very lovely (and very empty) restaurant called Giraffe and had breakfast. I dunno why it was empty at that AM, the food was good, but I digress.
After we grabbed a coffee and walked back to Port Meadow - now free of the pitch-blackiness and creepy followers - and walked around then sat down by the water and talked for a while. Was very relaxing indeed ♥
We spent the rest of the day with editing and drawing and Sherlock clips on Youtube before ordering some take-out for ourselves and spending as much time as we could before my flight the next morning.
We retired, but we spent a good deal of time laughing at our own misfortune with our cold as balls room. even I was reluctant to leave the warm confines of my borrowed blanket, so I dragged it along with me when I wanted to get some water.
We fell asleep laughing.
The Last Day:
And so my stay in Oxford had come.
We got up at the crack of dawn - thanks, early flight... - and had a cup of coffee before we walked down to the Coach Centre. Admittedly, I would've liked to stay a bit longer, but what can you do?
We said our goodbyes and she waited until my coach left the lot.
Being the little bitch I am, I cried the entire way on the bus.
My flights were okay, no delays, and I made it safely back to San Jose, California.
I would like to thank Samantha once again for being a gracious host and letting me stay with her in order to take in the life of an Oxford student as well as introduce me to her lovely friends and family. It was unarguably the greatest holiday I've had in my tiny lifetime, and I hope I can see you again!
One day I hope to say hello once again to the United Kingdom... one day.
That's it for now!
Love&Rockets,
Lala
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Motivation or Art Theft?
So as of late, I've been seeing a lot of my friends on Facebook posting motivational posters.
Nothing serious, you think; it looks good/cute/etc. and there's even a funny motivational quote and you think "Awe! that's so cute, I'm going to share it!". But some of the picture I've been seeing include the art of several artists from an art website I frequent called devianArt. I have come across them on many occasions, having gained much deserved praise; but when I see the art also being used on a motivational poster on Facebook and then shared by many others, I find it also cute and amusing.
But in the back of my mind I'm thinking, "Does the artist know that their art is being used and passed around without their permission?".
As an artist myself I enjoy when people like my art, however, in terms of being used and passed along would greatly disturb me. Sure, you send a link to the artist and tell them "Oh, I shared it BUT I want to know if it's okay with you if I can?", but I sincerely doubt a lot of the artists know that their art has been stolen and passed around the internet in a Motivational Poster meme.
If the artist does have knowledge of what is being done and doesn't mind, then maybe I'm rambling, but the artists I've come across have put up journals saying people do not and CANNOT use their art, for whatever the reason.
You can tell them all you want how you gave them credit and told people to link back to the artist's deviantArt page, but it's still theft.
As an artist, I wouldn't want people using my art without my permission REGARDLESS. And neither do they. DeviantArt is a place for artists to share their work and get constructive criticism, and if people keep stealing their art, it makes them not want to post anymore which a lot of their watchers would hate.
Just saying: respect an artists' wishes.
Love&Rockets,
Lala
Nothing serious, you think; it looks good/cute/etc. and there's even a funny motivational quote and you think "Awe! that's so cute, I'm going to share it!". But some of the picture I've been seeing include the art of several artists from an art website I frequent called devianArt. I have come across them on many occasions, having gained much deserved praise; but when I see the art also being used on a motivational poster on Facebook and then shared by many others, I find it also cute and amusing.
But in the back of my mind I'm thinking, "Does the artist know that their art is being used and passed around without their permission?".
As an artist myself I enjoy when people like my art, however, in terms of being used and passed along would greatly disturb me. Sure, you send a link to the artist and tell them "Oh, I shared it BUT I want to know if it's okay with you if I can?", but I sincerely doubt a lot of the artists know that their art has been stolen and passed around the internet in a Motivational Poster meme.
If the artist does have knowledge of what is being done and doesn't mind, then maybe I'm rambling, but the artists I've come across have put up journals saying people do not and CANNOT use their art, for whatever the reason.
You can tell them all you want how you gave them credit and told people to link back to the artist's deviantArt page, but it's still theft.
As an artist, I wouldn't want people using my art without my permission REGARDLESS. And neither do they. DeviantArt is a place for artists to share their work and get constructive criticism, and if people keep stealing their art, it makes them not want to post anymore which a lot of their watchers would hate.
Just saying: respect an artists' wishes.
Love&Rockets,
Lala
Monday, January 30, 2012
Annabel Lee
Undoubtedly one of my favourite poems by Edgar Allan Poe.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
In a World of Mine...
I'd like to think everyone would be rich and prosperous.
And wear top hats.
But seriously speaking: Why must the world revolve around money? If anything I wish it revolved around and used currency of chocolate or pencils or something. It'd probably be better and definitely more cheaper.
Thinking financially, one "would" definitely help their parents in trouble, even if one is a complete asshat? While not in the best shape, my parents have always put their kids first - I'd like to think my father still does this despite he Grouch attitude - and make sure that they have everything they did in in their youth and try to provide it despite their $$$ struggling because they are indeed parents and love you and want you to have what you want. I always enjoyed and have been slightly annoyed by my parents' need to buy me small or large gifts. They never asked me for anything back that was of any importance, just that I help around the house and clean while they're at work. I've tried to make sure this happens, as I am living under their roof - until I find an affordable apartment of my own, whee! :D
And wear top hats.
But seriously speaking: Why must the world revolve around money? If anything I wish it revolved around and used currency of chocolate or pencils or something. It'd probably be better and definitely more cheaper.
Thinking financially, one "would" definitely help their parents in trouble, even if one is a complete asshat? While not in the best shape, my parents have always put their kids first - I'd like to think my father still does this despite he Grouch attitude - and make sure that they have everything they did in in their youth and try to provide it despite their $$$ struggling because they are indeed parents and love you and want you to have what you want. I always enjoyed and have been slightly annoyed by my parents' need to buy me small or large gifts. They never asked me for anything back that was of any importance, just that I help around the house and clean while they're at work. I've tried to make sure this happens, as I am living under their roof - until I find an affordable apartment of my own, whee! :D
I've been told "But it's their problem, not yours.", but should I really turn away when they do need help? They've provided - and still help provide - me with a laptop, clothes, etc. All were gifts, of course, but who am I to say no after all they've done for me?
A common response I've seen in the "middle-class/poor" Mexican/Samoan/Asian families (no offense) is that the children, who have grown up in either a poor or good but struggling family environment, will almost always want to help their parents once their older because they feel they should pay them back.
Despite issues, I do love my parents immensely. But I also love my friends, too.
MY own private life business with friends, nothing knew; just more DRAMA but it seems everyone has it nowadays on the internet or real life. I should probably work on commissions to get my head out of the endless sea of drama water.
Sometimes I sound and feel selfish.
One day I will become a successful animator or voice actor and be able to pay back all that my everyone gave me...
Love&Rockets,
A common response I've seen in the "middle-class/poor" Mexican/Samoan/Asian families (no offense) is that the children, who have grown up in either a poor or good but struggling family environment, will almost always want to help their parents once their older because they feel they should pay them back.
Despite issues, I do love my parents immensely. But I also love my friends, too.
MY own private life business with friends, nothing knew; just more DRAMA but it seems everyone has it nowadays on the internet or real life. I should probably work on commissions to get my head out of the endless sea of drama water.
Sometimes I sound and feel selfish.
One day I will become a successful animator or voice actor and be able to pay back all that my everyone gave me...
Love&Rockets,
Lala
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Multi-Mind Tasking and Sherlocked
And so the weekend has come to an end.
Everyone is going to go back to work or school or whatever it is they have, whilst I stay home and do my chores and watch my brother once he gets out of school himself.
.. and I have still completed NOTHING.
While I enjoy my "freedom", I do wish I had something to do other than work on projects and draw all day - not that this is a BAD thing, necessarily, I do enjoy excitement in my life. Speaking of excitement, I am hoping to be able to confirm a hopeful "secret trip" of my own to visit a friend sometime this week. Mother keeps putting it off, but as a mother I can "slightly" understand why.
Slightly being in parenthesis because I am nearly twenty - my birthday is coming up in just a few short months - and I'd like to think she could be able to trust I wouldn't try and burn down landmarks if I am able to go abroad.
But as a parent, I guess she can't help but worry about her child when she decides she wants to travel places unattended...
Aside from worrying about a hopeful holiday on my own time, I do worry that my need to procrastinate has hit it's worst. Not only have I not finished now very belated Christmas gifts and commissions, but they have been belated since last year. I find myself usually staring at a picture that is 87% near completion until I find the insatiable need to watch a movie or a video on Youtube. Not the wisest choice but I guess when you are an artist and have the attention span of a flea when your motivation is lagging then something must be wrong.
I've yet to pinpoint what it is, but I will overcome it with the power of John Donne's poetry and novel work from a friend.
Television-wise, I've not watched TV in forever aside from anything on my computer, but I have found a wonderful show.
Gotta hand it to the BBC network, I am absolutely Sherlocked.
Sherlock and Watson definitely have their bromance brewing in the finale. YOU CAN FEEL IIIIIT ♥ Especially on Watson's side, he's so cute when he defends Holmes.
I absolutely love Moriarty in the British television series Sherlock; and they couldn't have picked an actor better for the role.
I must admit that I've never enjoyed a villain in a TV series in a very long time - so many potential antagonists end up being half-hearted or do not reach their full potential (ex. in the American TV series Bones, who have had several but none of which I could enjoy fully because they didn't show as much "evilness"). The series finale literally had me in tears, mostly because I have [a] come to adore Sherlock's character more than chocolate and [b] I feared BBC would not permit another season, but sure enough my worries had not come to light because it has indeed been confirmed that there is a third season in the works. I believe it was very fitting; Holmes is indeed an arrogant, callous know-it-all who needed to be taken down a peg, but not fall off a hospital rooftop... but that's a crime drama for you!
Happy to see a fall like that won't stop Sherlock from living.
Thank you to Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss for creating this series and to my friend Samantha for showing me the wonderfulness that is the show.
Seriously, it's the best thing since buttered toast. Check it out ♥
Love&Rockets,
Lala
Everyone is going to go back to work or school or whatever it is they have, whilst I stay home and do my chores and watch my brother once he gets out of school himself.
.. and I have still completed NOTHING.
While I enjoy my "freedom", I do wish I had something to do other than work on projects and draw all day - not that this is a BAD thing, necessarily, I do enjoy excitement in my life. Speaking of excitement, I am hoping to be able to confirm a hopeful "secret trip" of my own to visit a friend sometime this week. Mother keeps putting it off, but as a mother I can "slightly" understand why.
Slightly being in parenthesis because I am nearly twenty - my birthday is coming up in just a few short months - and I'd like to think she could be able to trust I wouldn't try and burn down landmarks if I am able to go abroad.
But as a parent, I guess she can't help but worry about her child when she decides she wants to travel places unattended...
Aside from worrying about a hopeful holiday on my own time, I do worry that my need to procrastinate has hit it's worst. Not only have I not finished now very belated Christmas gifts and commissions, but they have been belated since last year. I find myself usually staring at a picture that is 87% near completion until I find the insatiable need to watch a movie or a video on Youtube. Not the wisest choice but I guess when you are an artist and have the attention span of a flea when your motivation is lagging then something must be wrong.
I've yet to pinpoint what it is, but I will overcome it with the power of John Donne's poetry and novel work from a friend.
Television-wise, I've not watched TV in forever aside from anything on my computer, but I have found a wonderful show.
Gotta hand it to the BBC network, I am absolutely Sherlocked.
Sherlock and Watson definitely have their bromance brewing in the finale. YOU CAN FEEL IIIIIT ♥ Especially on Watson's side, he's so cute when he defends Holmes.
I absolutely love Moriarty in the British television series Sherlock; and they couldn't have picked an actor better for the role.
I must admit that I've never enjoyed a villain in a TV series in a very long time - so many potential antagonists end up being half-hearted or do not reach their full potential (ex. in the American TV series Bones, who have had several but none of which I could enjoy fully because they didn't show as much "evilness"). The series finale literally had me in tears, mostly because I have [a] come to adore Sherlock's character more than chocolate and [b] I feared BBC would not permit another season, but sure enough my worries had not come to light because it has indeed been confirmed that there is a third season in the works. I believe it was very fitting; Holmes is indeed an arrogant, callous know-it-all who needed to be taken down a peg, but not fall off a hospital rooftop... but that's a crime drama for you!
Happy to see a fall like that won't stop Sherlock from living.
Thank you to Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss for creating this series and to my friend Samantha for showing me the wonderfulness that is the show.
Seriously, it's the best thing since buttered toast. Check it out ♥
Love&Rockets,
Lala
Friday, January 13, 2012
Procrastination
And so it is Friday.
After a long week of annoying trials and tiring chores and errands, I can go back to relaxing and enjoying myself. And by this I actually mean working on my list of incredibly overdue Christmas gifts, projects and commissions.
Word to the wise: One who takes on great responsibility should probably put more thought into it rather than taking your sweet time on trying to be a great perfectionist or just being outright lazy and deciding to work on other art.
Commission wise, doing fine, though there should be a sort of "limit" as to how long I take. I believe in "no rushing gets the best outcome" when it comes to my work, but I'm sure when it takes almost 7 months to try and complete a commission then I'm sure I'm not the best. I shall hope once more than I can finish my list of overdues and hope to send them off.
Anyways, some "good" news:
I am officially back on a diet; my goal is 25 lbs.
Not because of the "oh, I'm fat!!" claim, but more for the me getting back into shape like I used to be. My secret comfort food stash is once again rid of - gave it to my friends - so I have no more temptation.
I believe I can do it.
After a long week of annoying trials and tiring chores and errands, I can go back to relaxing and enjoying myself. And by this I actually mean working on my list of incredibly overdue Christmas gifts, projects and commissions.
Word to the wise: One who takes on great responsibility should probably put more thought into it rather than taking your sweet time on trying to be a great perfectionist or just being outright lazy and deciding to work on other art.
Commission wise, doing fine, though there should be a sort of "limit" as to how long I take. I believe in "no rushing gets the best outcome" when it comes to my work, but I'm sure when it takes almost 7 months to try and complete a commission then I'm sure I'm not the best. I shall hope once more than I can finish my list of overdues and hope to send them off.
Anyways, some "good" news:
I am officially back on a diet; my goal is 25 lbs.
Not because of the "oh, I'm fat!!" claim, but more for the me getting back into shape like I used to be. My secret comfort food stash is once again rid of - gave it to my friends - so I have no more temptation.
I believe I can do it.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
The Grievances of Complaining and a Loaded Gun
Why do people complain? Why do people who have access and the opportunity to complain and whine and rant online do so?
Wouldn't it be better if you talked it out with close friends or - if you prefer - talk to friends over the internet via private messages/emails/notes/etc.?
What people need to understand is, while I myself am guilty of posting the odd journal or two that contain nothing but my own real life grievances, that most people don't really care. Why? Because they themselves have their OWN problems to deal with. I am all for hearing you out if you're my friend and come to me for assistance but to post something personal with limited information only tells me that you HOPE that I comment so that you may get attention or sympathy. Especially when I do sympathize and give advice that has - from own personal experiences - has indeed worked yet [said person(s)] continue to complain and claim that it has not "worked for them".
Either they have not tried it or they have not tried it and want to continue hearing hopeful pitying and support. I have come across people who do this quite frequently and to be perfectly honest it gets old very, VERY fast.
What I'm trying to get across is while I will frown your way from my computer screen, do not expect me to try and pity you and comfort you when you have displayed yourself as a needy attention-seeker.
It is very annoying.
Aside from my top rant, it is the wonderful year of 2012; supposed year of our inevitable demise.
I expect great things this year - including a hopeful visit to see a very, very close friend of mine in London *fingers crossed and winkwink* as well as ignored the advances of a young man.
Being an abrasive, single young woman I find myself at odds with wondering as to whether or not to pursue a relationship when we have quite a bit in common or choose to have my independence until the time is right when I do decide to put myself off the market. My friends tell me that we make quite a couple as he is quite the catch (according to everyone), but I suppose that my feelings should be taken into record; seeing that I don't really feel "my heart aflutter" or "the skin on my cheeks grow red with a girlish blush" I find it hard to believe that he could be a match for me.
Maybe I'm just boring, or I probably just don't know what I want in a man... yet.
I've given it some thought and I believe that my goals that I have seem to be in the way, but having someone that could support me on a more intimate and emotional level wouldn't be bad either. Given my attitude and personality, I may need a man like him to reel me in.
... later.
Love&Rockets,
Lala
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