Hooray for turning eighteen! <|:'D
Cigarettes, voting, tattoos, and dirty magazines!
All at the same time!

Yesterday was spent eating takeout and red velvet cake, opening presents, and playing games. Overall, good times.

I haven't really been active on dA lately. One, not too much art being produced these days, and I find my mouth-dribble too busy being moronic to post in the forums.

Also, had a scare on Tuesday. Enough to send me to the emergency room. I had a splitting headache, and I felt like my eyes were going to explode. A panic attack soon followed, and it left me a panting, drooling idiot who couldn't finish her sentences properly. Mum decided it was time to go to the E.R. which I didn't really agree with. The thought of hospitals gives me the willies.

When we got there at around 1 in the morning, I had to immediately dress down into one of those silly gowns with the open back. Hospitals are always cold and drafty, so I was quite uncomfortable. Nurse comes in to tell me that I need an IV in my arm. He yanks my elbow his way, and tells me that I have deep veins. Right then, I knew this wouldn't be too fun. I look away, but I can feel the needle going into my arm, and digging around to find a big, juicy vein. Needless to say, i started bawling like a baby. But, they filled me up with morphine, so all was fine and dandy.

Doctor comes in, tells me I need a CAT scan, and some blood work. All of this, only to find out that I'm having simple migraines, which I thought was the case. At least it's nothing too bad. But, now they have me on migraine and anti-nausea pills. Hoorah! More things to add to the medication list! <|:'D

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But, forget all of that. I wonder how everyone has been for these past few weeks. :V

It's 4 in the A.M. here. Suns coming up soon, and I haven't gotten a wink of sleep in days.

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Since, I never get out of the house, my sister kindly decided that we should spend some time together before my vacation is over.
"Where would you like to go," she asks me.
I pondered for a bit. Maybe, the ocean. But, I'll burn like toast.
What about looking at things that live in the ocean?
Monterrey Bay Aquarium, it is. I've never been, so it'll be fun. The only aquarium I've ever been to was Sea World in San Diego. It was alright, though I don't remember much. I think I was 5 or 6.
I wanted to go see the whale and dolphin show, you know, where they flip the girls around, and perform FANTASTIC AQUATIC-MAMMALTASTIC STUNTS! I was getting upset, not being splashed by a whale and all. I started to cry, in fact.
The show was almost over. I could feel it. But, how could I enjoy such a show when I'm the only one not soaking?
Seconds felt like hours, as I waited impatiently for another opportunity for supreme splashage. I'm at the edge of my seat, when FINALLY the stupid whale decides to lift its mighty tail fin, and send water flying through the air.
Please, please PLEASE let me get some! _{Why am I so eager to get splashed? lol}

And, my wish came true.
And, I cried.

I was such a cool kid.

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All in all, I hope I get to see some pretty cool sea critters. Maybe, pet some dolphins. See a starfish. Witness some shark carnage. Who knows?

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[link] : Mah handwriting.

Three year!
Three years of being on dA, rather than doing homework, or helping out my community, or doing any sort of productive activity!
_{Though, this is three days overdue...but whatever.}

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Anyways, back to business.

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Paddling your feet to keep afloat surely is exhausting after 5 hours. The only thing helping me up is the fear of what's below. I don't know what it is, but I sure don't want to find out.
The water was a bit murky, you couldn't see your own bits under the surface. It didn't help that the sun was about to go under, and the moon was about to grace us with her presence. The act of just being there was nauseating. So much salt being inhaled with every breath, and you couldn't feel your legs. Hands were permanently pruned, and hair was tangled in knots-a-plenty.
I hear a faint horn in the distance. Maybe, to the left? The right? I wouldn't really know anymore, there's too much seawater in my eardrums. I scream out, but I'm too tired to go any further. Soon, all the wailing takes it toll, and I give up on wading at the surface. Slowly, I sink to the bottom. As the seconds go by, I wonder if I'm ever going to reach the ocean floor.
A faint bellow.
I look above me, only to see the rescue boat creeping by. My one chance at survival, and it just went overhead.
I sit there, waiting for something to happen. Apparently, having no air to breathe was quite alright. Since death wasn't at my heels, I begin to explore what I could see. No light on hand, or from the surface, had me feeling around for things. Fingers laced hair-like sea-grass, and fine beach sand. The occasional shell or rock would be passed, but luckily no fish.
A low gurgle.
I feel around to get a sense of the situation. As I swim around, my elbow hits something hard. Rough in texture, and moving ever so sluggishly. Was it there all this time? No matter what, it's still frightening. I open my eyes as wide as possible, hoping to have a bit of light come in, but I can only see small glimpses of dark silhouettes. It's slowly pushing me backwards in the sand, as it moves forward. I can't really fight back. if it's something threatening, I definitely don't want to piss it off. I try to move out of the way, but inching towards the side would only have it do the same.
I reach out my hand to push it away, when I feel a sudden pressure on my abdomen. Not painful, just awkward. I get a thrust off the thing, and land next to a rock. As soon as I settle back into the sand, I feel around where my discomfort was. All I feel is the ground below. Small pebbles and pieces of plants, but where the fuck are my legs?

_{I awaken}
Damn anti-climactic dreams.

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Last day of school on Friday!
Also, going to the dentist on Friday.

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I begin to bawl like a baby. Tears were turning the carpet into a tiny, salty ocean. Every time I pressed the click-wheel, the innards would CREEEEAAAAK! and WHIIIIIIIIIR! and CLLLLLLLK!

No! Two years was the longest I've ever had something without breaking it! Pairs of glasses, games, jewelery, shoes, all would have the dim fate of falling apart soon after being purchased. Was this just life's way of telling me, "It's no use?" It might as well just kick me square in the gullet.
I shake it. Shake so much, my arm would've fallen off in mere seconds. Rattle, rumble, jangle, jumble! The only response the piece of shit would give me was a 'XP' face. "Don't you do this to me, Bitch!" After all the things we've been through, all the car rides, sleepless nights, musical showers, and chillout moments. Friedrich, my iPod, bought the farm. Kicked the bucket. Croaked. Bit the dust. Is pushing up daisies.

My mom runs to my side, and coddles me with all her motherly might. Her maternal love wouldn't work this time. The bitter water pouring from my face just wouldn't stop. "A cake!", she says. A cake, she'll make. A seven foot tall cake. Spinning tassles on every corner. Colours galore; sky blues, grass greens, blood reds, the whitest of whites, and neon oranges bright enough to melt your corneas. Numbers and letters scattered about, and the faint scent of tasty Log Cabin^TM Maple Syrup. This would surely make up for it for a while...but does it taste good?

I grab myself a clean eating utensil. Slowly, I inch toward the bright frosting...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!

Cake flies in all directions. The room looked like a victim to rainbow puking. I can hear my mother laughing in the corner of the room. Maniacal. But, I couldn't get a good glance of her. Eyes began rolling to the back of my head, and all went blank. Probably a heart-attack, maybe a stroke. All laughable, considering the cause of such an event.

I wake up. Of course, in a room I've never seen before. Cheap track-lighting lines a filthy popcorn ceiling. The place smelled heavily of rubbing alcohol and rubber gloves. A rather portly woman appears to my right, a cheesy smile curved across her red-tinted face. "Would you like to see you parents?"

...Didn't my mother just try to kill me? With some sort of cake-bomb?

I slowly get up off the uncomfortable gurney, and waddle to to waiting room. I look around the busy crowd, seeking out my crazy mother. But, all I see coming towards me is Olivia Benson (Mariska Hargitay) and Elliot Stabler (Christopher Meloni).

...What the hell?

"Oh, sweetie. Are you alright?" She firmly cups my cheeks into her cold hands, pressing inward so I make a stupid 'fishy-face'. "We're going to take you home, and I'll make you a nice big cake to make you feel better, okay?"

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This is what I get for watching Law & Order: SVU before I go to bed.
Now, I'm a little scared to eat cake.

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[link] I wants me a Daft Punk helmet.

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I miss my iPod.

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Artwork coming sometime soon.

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