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Well, stuff.
Net on school is slow as hell.
Don't have anything intelligent to say, actually, but I guess, I managed my art block finally. If only I could solve my time problem, too. School is eating the bigger half of the day and I spent the rest with cleaning up my flat. Well, not all the time, but there is almost nothing left for art and WoW.
But it slowly gets better.

So I will do something I always do when I don't know what to type - I will talk about WoW stuff just for the sake of it.
My druid turned 80 quite a time ago and I found out that I love him to death. I love his huge HP amounts and his epic leather stuff and the way I roleplay him.
So I'm doing achievements. Loremaster is in work right now as well as the one with 40 factions on exalted. Don't know if I manage it before Cata comes out, but I really want to.
I turned my nightelf priestess into a blood elf, but I don't play her... it was just... well, for the sake of trying it out. I don't play my hunter and my shaman either. I guess, it's the lack of time. Bran, my druid, has recently become my one and only. Gosh, I finally have a character I can call a "main". I go on raids, too. We clear PDK10 every saturday night, as well as Onyxyia and Sarth3D. Bran got some serious equip now and he can tank EVERYTHING.
I want to go on PDK10 heroic. We'll see if the rest of the raid will be ready sometime soon.

Got to go now. School is going on. Bleh.

Bleed my eyes on the screen,
Knowing no one will ever notice,
As no one will notice my tears
Drowning between this little black keys.
Bleed my soul on white paper sheets
As the tint lines result in some stupid words
That aren't meant to make sense to someone but me
Though I wish they only once did.

They always said they did understand,
But only to get me laid flat on my skin
So they could plant their fingers unto my body
And plunge their flesh into my very depths.
And I can't say I ever tried to resist
This only way I was ever adored, the only
Time I felt needed and loved.

All my stories of drop-dead beautiful fairies,
And ways through the mists or other world voices,
Or paint dripping on canvas forming the pictures
Of demons and dragons and "not-so-real" things,
No one ever needed. No one ever wanted to see
As I left my soul lay exposed to the world's nasty glare.
They asked what it was and I said "These are things I made up"
Although I lied.

Gods will punish me for writing this, but I just had. I did this yesterday in school. A piece of absolute shit, I guess, but this is the first piece of writing I'm proud of since a few months, inspired by a new guy in our class. He's twenty three. It makes seven years younger than my man. Shame on me. He kinda impressed me because he talked to me and bought me coffee. Until I saw him doing the same to some other girl. But well. Enough babbling for now.

Another stranger in my world. You asked me things
And I have told the answers readily.
I loved to have you talk to me,
I even stepped near you to hear you breath.
So what? I tried to remember your face
As I stretched myself out on my bed to dream
And I couldn't, even if I saw it only hours
Ago. See you tomorrow, you said, as you got
Out of the tram and I turned away to sit down.
In my hazy dream, your face melts together with a hundred
Others. I dream of hands over my body, lips over my mouth, eyes
Above mine. And you, my adorable stranger -
Only one of a hundred, a faceless object of desire
And animal lust, nothing more - only passion, not love.

I use to write bunches of lyrics in school because of the sheer boredom the thoughts start to swirl in my head, around and round and round so I just have to write. It's kinda funny that I have a guy in my class who has just his hands. This slender, somewhat female looking hands, way to small for the rest of the body... And like this wasn't enough, an ICQ window just popped up and he asked me stuff about graphic tablets and I answered, and he said bye and I closed the window. Ah, I need to stop babbling.

Once in a few weeks the world reminds me
Of what I have held in my hands but had lost
As I went back to the well-treaded paths
Where I knew every cobblestone and every hole in between.
Now and then I see men on the street
That just look like you from behind or have
Almost your face and I turn pale and cold and hollow
Somewhere inside.

Still I know, in the sheer ocean of possibilities
There is no way for a life we could lead together
Though I still long for you, for your arms, for your voice
And I don't find release in loud music, other worlds and wine
As I used to do before. So I curse that day
I had the urge to go to touch your face and look into your eyes.
But still I wouldn't have change a thing of what I have done
Even if I could.

My dark bliss, by forbidden
Desire.
What would I give to erase your
Touch
Out of my inside.

Wohooo I did art!

First, beneath is the mighty Kido aka  the Beardgod from my WoW-Server. This image causes eyecancer whenever I look at it and I swear, I only drew it to insult him because he keeps saying almost insulting things to me, but strangely, he likes it. He's gorgeous, anyway.



Now to the serious things.



This is some school boredom doodle turned into a reference page for a female Morlan.



A sketch of a Kir'Naa in snow.



And a dancing Morlan Shaman. The hands and paws are still way off, need to fix. Love his head, though.

Still so many things that remind me of those moments I spent
In the arms of the man who wanted to steal my life
By taking my heart and all that belongs to my very self
Devouring, swallowing, ripping apart, leaving me broken and bent
I saw a man looking like him on the street yesterday
And couldn't help myself but stare his way until he
Was gone with the next tram.

Well I'm doing pretty well again, still dealing with head ache, but it's a common problem so I don't care.

I'm starting some sort of education stuff monday... it will take a year and at the end I will have a school graduation certificate - or at least I hope so.
So maybe I will have time to do boredom doodles there and continue writing on my stories. If not, I hopefully will have more motivation to do so at home.

Somehow I miss hanging on Furbase chat and talking nonsense... and drawing the stuff I talk about.
But everytime I log in there it's a weird feeling that makes me want to log out. So I log out and go play WoW. WoW isn't helping, though, when it comes to art block.
Maybe I go and make a new start at Furbase... I miss all those folks.

On the WoW side of life, my shaman hit 80 two days ago and is already healing heroics. WotLK heroics are so damn easy... I miss BC so much that I am close to tears sometimes when I come to Shattrath.
I'm a person that is pretty much to impress, you know. I keep crying at books when something unsetting happens in there and laughing when things are good. I do the same in the game. Some folks think I'm weird. I probably am.

Await new art in the next few days, I managed to almost finish a painting I've been working on now and then...