Just Stuff

Started on a new small short featuring Myan, one of Ocean Seven's three little girls. It's a tad- check that, quite- dark, but it was done while walking in the dark, when it was 10C out and windy as all hell, listening to "Why Should I Cry For You?" (6:30 version... I think this is The Living Sea edit?) by Sting... And Sting always makes my thoughts go profound, which leads to more morbid things with weird and hidden meanings- and I don't always get them myself.
Why Should I Cry For You (Lyrics)

Sort of a weird train of thought, conjuring a slightly morbid and existence-questioning short while walking to the store to buy shit for your boyfriend but whatever o3o (On an unrelated note, it fucking too me six tries to type 'boyfriend' 'cos these sodding keyboards at Conestoga are flat models, not raised, and I've been born and bred on the older keyboards. Not enough friction on these newfangled flat keyboards!) For those curious enough, let's just say I'm privy to the joys of cuddling now \oAo/ Makes me feel like a lazy dipwad for being depressed the last ten years but who cares?! CUDDLES. MOTHERDUCKING CUDDLES.

A few weeks ago I went back to my grandpa's cottage with my dad, my bf and two of my friends. Finally got around to using the damn target rifle, and flinched like shit the first few times but my ears eventually acclimated to the noise of the thing. Huh, wasn't as loud as I thought. Saved the 15 shells I fired :3 (My one friend just sat there firing at pop cans through two friggin' boxes and went home with like, 50-60 shells. Fucking jingling pants! So jelly~)  Older friend manages to put a bullet through a horizontal pop can through the open tab and out the other end from about 80-90 meters. That's right, through the tiny opening and out the other end (actually through the part where the can sits on a surface, thicker) on the first shot, within about five seconds of set-up, and purely on a whim because I suggested it.

I managed to jam every shot but one on my first five, got laughed at, then laughed at my friend (the same one who dinged the pop can on the first shot) when his next clip jammed every shot, and the one after that too. Karmatic Retribution, sucka! >:3 Didn't jam once after that. (My problem was I was being too shy with the bolt, instead of ripping it back. Now I yank it back while tilting the gun to the right so I don't loose the shell through the floor, as I like to keep 'em. If the floor was solid instead of chunks of 2x4 I'd just let the bolt rip and pick the casings up after but ah well.)

Dropped the Anaconda ADG technical outline in my gallery, so there's that, too.

Already planning on going to Anime North 2014 with at least my bf, if not my friends in Toronto and Alberta, and possibly even another from 'MURICA. And I damn well plan to dress up 'dis time, even if it's just in my new kneesocks my bf got me :3 (For those of you who know the real me, yes, I have kneesocks. What, this surprised you? I'm a sucker for Zettai Ryouki, and you damn well know it.) These things are so warm and snuggly~ (A'ight fine you pervs, striped, light blue. You can find 'em on J-List. They actually go up past my knees but maybe I'm just short ;w; Anyway, with them I can now sleep with my thin blanket and my window open, letting in pretty cold air, in nothing but my socks and pjs, and be warm as hell :3 I love these things! (I want matching shimpan, dammit o3o)

Aw screw it, shout-out to wonderful Dutchy :3  Wubbable bastard ♥


Dunno what else to put so back to editing my new short o3o

Ccya all later :3