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Ich bin ein Blog-Posten

…That title sounds like something I made up, doesn’t it?

LOL.

I haven’t posted here in a LONG time…in fact, I haven’t submitted any art in a while, either. But then, I haven’t been doing much of it, between revision and questioning “Where the hell is my life going?” I’m sure I’ve come to a conclusion that will maximise my capacity of knowledge-obtaining…but I’m also sure than in five years, I still wont be satisfied, and will probably be grasping at all sorts of things to learn more. But there has to be a cut off point, right? I’d say that over ten years of university study is more than enough of a reason to make that cut-off point. And if I’m really that desperate to “learn everything”, I can start picking off languages, or mastering chess.

As far as being the next scientific ‘prodigy’ goes…I think I’ve discarded the idea. I’ve had people talk to me all my life as though I’m supposed to be the next member of MENSA…but, I think I’m just fine with playing the normal card. Is it really smart to distance yourself further? And do I really have what it takes? I don’t think I’m quite willing to jump off that high horse just yet. I like that line of thinking…but I’m not confident enough to believe it. I’m not even sure if it matters if I do anything ‘extraordinary’ with my life. Who will remember? What good will it do? The future of our whole system – of our planet, our species and our culture – is uncertain. I don’t see much of a point to sacrificing my potential happiness for causes which might be in themselves, futile. Not when I can just as easily sit back and contemplate matters of life through the eyes of a philosopher, as I have been doing for the last ten years.

It still takes a lot of time, effort, patience and focus to get to where I’m heading…the biggest question for me now is if I’m capable of standing in front of a bunch of students from 9-5, teaching them without making them fall asleep. I’m confident that I can stand there. (In the last year, I have to be honest…I think I’ve become rather a spotlight-snatcher). I’m just not confident that I’m interesting enough.

When people talk to me, I feel as though there’s something about what I’m saying, or the way I’m saying it, that makes them fall asleep. To be honest, only a few friends and my teachers seem willing to sit and listen to me waffle on for fifty minutes about nothing. I don’t know if that’s because both the former and the latter are obligated, by position, to listen to a friend/student…or if they’re genuinely interested. I’d like to think the latter, but lacking self esteem says the former.

I guess the internet is a  different story. You can’t see me. You can’t hear me. If you get tired of what I’m saying, you can search for the ‘Tl;dr’, or just skip ahead…

Perhaps university will boost my confidence…but, when it’s A level students I want to teach…if I’m boring them to death, do I really stand a chance? Philosophy, and Physics, respectively, aren’t the most easy of subjects to grasp. I’ve seen first hand that a lot of people seem to be quite uninterested in the extraordinary fundamentals of Philosophy…and I can’t imagine that anyone would be much different with a restricted core such as A level Physics.

I’ll have to wait and find out, I suppose. Until then…I’ll always have my potential quest for a M.Sc. in Physics; and my unquenchable thirst for knowledge.

Fail.

You guys…you, passers by…whoever you are. You have my permission to verbally, or virtually throw things at me in disgust if I continue to use Americanisms.

I have myself to blame, for choosing a Puerto Rican as my main character, I guess. It’s a given that I’m going to start talking about aluminum foil; and the amazing assortment of ‘colors’ I can make out of a few prismalos. Oh; and…it seems as though I’ve been using a lot of Zs when I shouldn’t be, too.

Srs bsns, this. I’m BRITISH. I must type like a Brit…Although, I mean that in the most literal sense of “born in Britain”, hence, obey British language laws.

LOL. LAWS. I’m starting to sound like a grammar Nazi.

…maybe talking like an American isn’t such a bad thing? I’ve become a little sick of people telling me I make typos; when I’m actually typing their language as it was supposed to be written.

…Damn internetz.

…Or maybe I should just rethink the structural origins of my character.

That seems like the logical thing to do.

Prismas!

Sooo. Another blog post? Not a great deal to say, I guess.  I bought some more prismalo watercolour pencils today. Shame they don’t do regular pencils; by the looks of things…although, the Caran d’ Ache Pablo pencils are pretty good too…and it seems as though watercolour pencils blend MUCH better than regular ones. With the exception of ergosoft Staedtlers, which’ll always be some of my favourites. But yeah, overall; things are looking good with these. So good, in fact, that I might finally have found a means with which to colour my sketches of Rico. He’s been a nightmare from day one. I guess it’s all about character design. Eleven’s always been a good cross-over between copic and pencil; because she’s both in my style, but also works in a more anime/manga setting (copic art). But Rico? He’s just anti-cartoony style. Just wont have it D: So I’m trying my hand at colouring with pencils again, like old times…’cause using ink on a sketch of him only works in black and white, I’m afraid.

(Also…LOL. I wonder how many other people have walked into the art store, bought prismalos and then proceeded to say, “LOL. They look just like prismacolors…why can’t they sell the proper thing?” Srsly. Does nobody know about good American-made art tools? Most things to leave that country…fail. But not art supplies! Nao! They’re genius.)

And on the subject of V, I’ve also considered doing a few sketches…like, age progression-y things. I saw a few internet memes on DA with this sort of thing…where they draw a character at different stages in their life. I was doodling the other day and came up with:

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in my infinite boredom. As you can tell, drawing children is NOT my forté, but I’m learning. It’d be nice in the future to be able to sketch all of my characters at different ages. I guess V’s just more…interesting, in that respect, because of how long ago his childhood really was D: Common logic might assume he’d never even had one. >: But that’s not the case. Still sort of in decision-limbo with his actual age. I’m thinking 33-36, someone else said 30; another 24-28; and he’s pretending to be 45…so…this is a pretty large range right there. 24-45. :| I’d like to use a mean value; but…I don’t have enough suggestions. Maybe it’s time for S to make use of her new DA sub?

(I still have no idea who donated that to me. But I LOVE them. I’m so happy : D I don’t have to lose my Beta testing skillz.)

Rawwrr.

I wonder how long it’ll be, before the novelty of a new design makes me cease posting for ages? xD Naw. I hope that doesn’t happen. I’m trying to be a little more active on here…and a little more vigilant with sketching…although I should probably focus on finishing chapter 3 of the re-write; what with me having neglected it for a week. Last I recall, I think V’d been snatched by some psychopathic madman, one of my earlier characters. It’s a good chance for me to write just how mad he really is…so I should probably give that a shot.

It doesn’t look like there’s a great deal of work for me to do here; so I might try my hand at remembering where I left off…It’s less obvious that I’m doing my own thing if I write it, than type. Not that I’m skipping out on work. It’s just that there’s nothing else for me to do, it seems. I’d go home..but…an hour bus ride? Srsly? Seems like a waste of time.

D: Double rawr. I have a philosophy essay to write…lesson at 8:45; followed by five hours of freetiem. God knows what the hell I’ll do tomorrow. I’d have preferred it if philosophy were last, rather than English. At least then I’d have more time to put in a few personal quotes about realism in morality. Srsly hoping we move on from realism. We’ve been doing it for a week or two now. It’s so easy, I’m starting to get a little bored. I know, right? Me? Bored with philosophy? Well; it’s more a technical boredom, than a subjective boredom. The facts and subject matter aren’t boring in the slightest. I’m just sleepless, and listening to the madness of anti-Nihilistic morality is just driving me insane.