Tickled to Death!!

I am a very ticklish person by nature. If you read this, however, it does not give you permission to tickle me in the future. My dad, however... he knows more than just how to tickle me. He knows how to torture me. He knows how to hit the worst points on me until I'm literally rolling on the floor and screaming for mercy. No joke. Yet again, reading this does not give you permission to tickle me. I do not like being tickled in the least!

Now, onto more important subjects. My artwork, for instance. It has improved vastly between now and the last blog post. I have started a new style of sorts where I don't use black unless I have to. It looks more realistic. Plus, I've been adding backgrounds which just looks plain awesome anyway. Here's one of the pictures I've done recently:

Overall, I'm quite happy with this new style of mine. You can see more of my artwork on my DeviantART page. If you have the time, I'd love if you'd take a look. :D 

Anyway, that's pretty much it for now... 

Kimiko, signing out!

Gwaahhhh.....

I'm so tired right now. I really, really want to go to bed. But, nooo! I have to do this blog post first. So, people who are watching this and stuff... Do you know what pixel basing is? If you don't, well... it's when you take a picture, make a pixelated outline of it, (but you draw through the clothing and the hair) then you color it in with skin tones, and voila! You have a pixel base. Then others can add their own hair and clothing to it. It's basically for people who cant draw. :D

So, yup, all the updates for now...!

Kimiko, signing out!

Madeleine's evil sonnet of DOOM

How hard it is to forget things long past,

These are the things that haunt me in my dreams,

Imprinted on my memory to last,

Remembering the shrill and piercing screams.

 

Waking up wide-eyed and in a cold sweat,

Dark purple shadows lie under my eyes,

Knowing worrisome things are to come yet,

Listening to the cruel and hurtful lies.

 

Death follows me as I walk the cold streets,

Always hovering and confirming my fears,

Wishing I could find some safe, warm retreats,

Ducking my head so I may hide my tears.

 

And so I continue with my haunted life,

Always seeming to feel the cold, sharp knife.

Here's the one sonnet I was complaining so much about writing! Well, now it's up here. It's not in perfect iambic pentameter, but as I was recommended to put it up by a certain teacher... I thought, "Well, why not?" And even though I may sound like I have no humility if I say this... but I think it's an awesome poem, too. =^w^= 

So, for now....

Anna, signing out! 

BLEEP

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

By the way, I'm not sure if I spelled it correctly... the title, that is. In third grade (or maybe it was fourth) we actually had to learn how to spell it. But ah well, that was a long time ago!

Did you know that sonnets are really annoying to write? I'm supposed to write one for Creative Writing, but I'm having the hardest time with it! Okay, so maybe the problem is that I'm trying to write it in iambic pentameter... It's supposed to be written in iambic pentameter. I'm having a bit of difficulty with the rhyme scheme too, but not as much. Maybe if I stop trying to write it in iambic pentameter it wont be so difficult? I mean, we're not supposed to for the class. Just sonnets are generally written like that. Blah! I need to stop ranting about this right... NOW.

Oh yes, today I made up three characters (it was all today, because I made them up at midnight. Though technically when it turned midnight, it went back to eleven o'clock... now isn't that confusing? Stupid time change...). Anyway, their names are Deryus Sigik, Camina Fysk and Jehan Takyr (I might change Jehan's last name though...). Deryus is a mercenary by trade. With his black hair and heart, he can make you shrivel under his icy glance, thus incapacitating you to the point where you're useless against his swift and deadly attacks! Camina on the other hand is carefree and easy going, always finding the silver lining on the clouds and able to enjoy the little things is life, even though she can be totally clueless at times. Jehan is not like Deryus or Camina in any way--he's a fire eater by trade, a clever trickster that can entrance you with his fiery conjugations and pull you in with smooth words until you're right in the palm of his hand... he's also very flirtatious, so watch out for him!

Oh, yes, a word on the Halloween Dance. It was a fantastical success! Even though I felt absolutely miserable, it was still lots of fun (at least for others). I think the only downside was having to work in the Fear Factor room. That didn't work out very well for me at all! When you walked in it smelled awful, and then having to watch people try to gag down vile concoctions... well, yeah. So, bad for me, good for everybody else!

I think I'm done ranting now. :D

Anna, signing out!

P.S. I actually did spell it right after all! It's on Dictionary.com too. Fun, huh?