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300 deviations to comment on.... okay who has been drawing so much???

heh, yeah... hello guys...it's me I've been away for a while...
things have been busy....got a new address... this old one won't do... okay it's been 6 months... but whose counting

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yup there's the link.
I'll try to be moving my watches and stuff over the coming days, but if you guys can lend a helping hand... I'd love to see you around again.

There's 3 0r 4 new images in my new gallery and I am updating and improving a lot of the old ones... I am bit sad there's no way I can move my comments, but there it is, dev art is big site and they can't be helping everybody out

so hope to see you guys around
Cheers
Jes

I seem to have this weird obsession with changing things….

Somehow I got this idea in my head that I must cut my hair short…

Now mind you I’ve had long hair for about 12-13 years now and one day I just decided what the hell I am scared of cutting it for? A person can’t just live and die looking the same, or what?

I was all set to build a bonfire in the backyard and burn my cut hair in it, but I am hopeless with matches or lighters, so before I got anything burning, I was persuaded to hand my tresses over to the professionals.

Please note that I’ve never been to a hairdressers in this lifetime. So I spent the past few days obsessively brushing my hair and wondering…. Oh, have I lost my mind or what… will I regret this? I decided to go to this really larney place (I didn’t think the aunties at my local hair salon even knew what a hair cut was) and just asked the girl there to hack it all off. Poor dear nearly had an fatal eye twitch.

But before I could think twice it was all off…. And I was fine until I turned around and saw the HUGE pile of black hair behind my chair… and everybody was looking at me with the expression of “oh my gawd! I can’t believe it’s all off” I was in such a daze when I left….

Upshot is I went from goth long black haired witchy girl, to short-haired anime looking haircut. When my mother saw me she was like: “oh you look like one of the comic books you always read”

Anyways I am semi-used to it now… brushing my hair and stopping short…

Besides all that I am also thinking of changing my usename on deviant… but it’s such a mission… I don’t have too many page views so it’s probably now or never… I am a bit sick of being missvoodoo… I need to get something else, but if it comes to that I’ll let all interested peeps know. I have too many different usernames on too many different forums and I need to tie it all together…. Maybe something involving my favourite things cats, feathers, tea and angels… if anyone has any suggestions….

Heelllloooo!!! All

I haven't updated this in a frightfully long time....
A lot of stuff has happened to me in the last month and a half. Some good some really super sucky, but I think I feel almost normal now and a lot better than I've felt in a looooong time.

Lessons learnt:

1) if you just keep yapping on about how you'll one day do something, it'll never get done. So shut up and get your as moving!
2) Change is good. ALL change. Only problem is once you set the ball in motion.... you can't really stop it..... aarrgh giant boulder coming for me!
3) Don't ever allow anyone to bring mountain garlic into the house again. Those plants still smell even a month after you bury them in the back garden.
4) Learn to tell who your real friends are

The rest gets stranger..... so I won't go into them....

I have to go back to work next week....sigh, but need money to pay for the bills...damn seductive money!

Still trying to finish writng my book type comic thingy... took time off to do it, but then got just about no work done.
Further I am busy illustrating a friends book , so that's chewing up all my time.... but it'll look great once it's done.

The dial up connection at home is sooooo sucky! It takes me ages just to look at one picture...

mmmmm.... I haven't done a journal in a while, maybe because my life has felt like a roller coaster, haunted house and candy floss sugar overdose of late to use a theme park anology. A rollercoaster with more uphills than plain cruising.

But I believe if you don't have anything nice to say it's best to shut up even if a whimper escapes every now and then. (strikes a tragic pose in a dramatic spotlight)

So this is me praticing the silent art of shutting up... observe my technique closely....

(mumpf, mumphf...mubble...mubble)

Nevermind that

I thought I was quiting my work to write comics... but in a last minute twist of fate I am working again...

I thought I was going to Australia to visit my brother, but it didn't work at the very last minute....may all travel agents be consigned to a hell that consists on economy class seating next to a perspiring sumo wrestler and a mother with screaming, pooping triplets and a nicotene craving to die for...

Anyway I am putting my energies into drawing random crap...I was very pissed off and went to the art store and bought every black drawing impliment they had and got very pissed off because they didn't have all the shades of black I wanted... this was after I had worn down all the black crayons in my collection...you'll be able to see that in some of my latest drawings I am more pissed of than in others from the scratchiness of the strokes...

As they say things can only get better and I am down to my last nerve...

I need a parasol for summer...

I think I'll write crappy poetry in my journal from now on....
yup there's a noble cause....

It’s still dark out as I stand on the station awaiting my train that never seems to come. The drenching rain has simmered down to a slow drip. As I hold my black umbrella up to the florescent light it’s surface becomes semi-opaque. In my dream-like state I look through this veil of blackness and straight into the light which becomes a brilliant sun with streaks of light radiating from its centre and reflecting unto the droplets beading on my umbrella so now they shine like miniature stars. It would seem that I am standing underneath my own personal self-contained galaxy. In the background I can hear the rush and whistle of trains passing and a street or two away a haunting song which is a morning call to prayer for the faithful. I press my face to the underside of my umbrella so I could feel the beat of rain against my skin without getting wet. All of it works magically on my un-awakened mind. Early mornings are a strange place to be.

end of second journal....