Francis Farmer will have her Revenge on Seattle~Nirvana.

[It's the lyrics I attempted to make people guess on my last picture; No one did.





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I will eventually be able to write a book with these 'eight random facts' things.

I. I've decided what to do with life. I've always wanted to be a mortician, but the prospect of attending art school and following that career path has been thrown at me recently. I had quite the mindfuck over this, actually.
WELL,
I won't need to know for the next year or so, anyway. Like, I'll need to know for sure Senior year. I'm only a sophomore. I'm already set to take all our art classes, So I can't do much more there, and all the science classes I feel are relevant to the feild if it goes the other way are already set in my future schedule. [Bio, Bio2, Chem 1, Anatomy and Phsyiology. etc.]
I've decided to throw myself into art for the next two years. Like, actually attempt to get better, rather than just entertaining myself and accidentally improving on occasion. If there is significant improvement in this feild, I'll probably go for that art scholarship. If not, well, I'll follow my dream-since-I-was-9 of being a Mortician.

II. I hate sleeping. I have no trouble with it, I'm neither an insomniac nor a narcoleptic. I am fairly normal in this aspect. My girlfriend, however, has insomnia. Terrible, raunchy, rough-estimate-of-10-hours-sleeping-a-week insomnia.

I feel like I'm abandoning her every time I say goodnight.

III. My father might have cancer. He might have fucking stomach cancer, they've got him scheduled for testing on December 16th. I feel bad that the only immediate thought I had when told this information was, 'Oh. The 16th. I wonder what I should draw Meg for her birthday...'

IV. I don't hate MCR. Their fans just...irritate me. They irritate me alot. Not all of them, but the scary, I'MGOINGTOEATYOURFUCKINGSOULIFYOUDONTDECLA REGERARDWAYYOURLORDANDMASTERRIGHTNAO ones. Yeah, them. Their music isn't really bad, but I can't stand listening to it because all the damn memory attached to it gives me a bad taste in my mouth and I start wanting to smash shit. I even have a couple songs of their on some burnt CD's I had before the whole Squee-loving-MCR mess. I just can't deal with it now.

V. Speaking of MCR, I'm tired of being told that they 'save lives and I'm totally wrong and they don't promote suicide and OMFG you SUCK' whenever I say something JUST about not liking them. Jemmick, I am, actually, not directing this at you. -nudges the scary half of fans- It's them. You may be totally in love with them, but I'm rather pleased that you don't try to lynch me when I hate on them.

VI. I miss her. That douche-bag abandoner-face. I realized this as I was flipping through my mp3 the other day, looking for songs I never listen to which need deletion. [It fills up pretty quick, it's only 2 GB x_X] I came to the Keroro themesong, which I never listen to, but found that I couldn't even delete it because it reminded me of her. I still have Tetris remixes and Lazytown songs Auf Deutsch for this same reason. I'm kind of pathetic over the whole thing, actually, and I'd bet she's already forgotten I existed. I'm only okay with putting this here because I'm nearly positive she won't read it.

VII. I use people's names less as I feel further from them. Names are special, Names are an identity, an entire existance. Once you die, it's often all that's left. I usually use nicknames for people, when I just don't feel like I fit into that existance, which is often. There are, of course, circumstances where I use nicknames because they're special and I'm the only one who calls them that; but it's different. That's a bond to their existance, beyond a name.

VIII. I don't like Graphite. It's impermenance irritates me. It's useful for drawing but not for words. I will not write a single paper in pencil even if I'm downgraded for it. I just can't do it. Graphite is erasable, a sham, nothing. Ink. Ink is permanent, you can't take it back. You can cover it up with more ink, more words, but you can never truly erase it. Ink is the only real way to write; Everything else is a lie to me.

XoXo Effie. <3