I've stooped pretty low recently to try and earn a bit of money (well, not for me, but for someone else in need of it) by going onto my old spakkledawg account that for some reason people took seriously during the three years I was constantly dicking around on it, to try and sell...
Sparkledog designs. 8C
http://s766.photobucket.com/albums/xx308/Steamgeared/Designs/
I wouldn't do this normally, but jesus...I really need to get some money somehow, and people won't commission me on my more serious account. Probably because I'm not known, and not a sparkleartist on that one.
I'd just...I'd really appreciate it if you guys would spread the word. Keep in mind that I loathe my sparkletroll account with a fiery passion because of the eyebleed that I've had to endure, but because so many people paid attention to it at one point I got kinda stuck...so. Please.
I'll just copypasta what I have in the comments. Please, no one hate me for this.
"Designs for sale! Click here!
I'm asking $3 for each of them - however, a bit of a deal - four for $10. The money is not for me; it's going to someone who needs it, and although I may not make quite a lot doing this, every bit will help.
Two of them aren't numbered (1 = tan/brown with blue and tan, 2 = tan with white and green), however, the rest are.
Please keep checking the link, since I will be loading more as the day goes on.
If you keep looking, but don't see any you like and still want a design, I'm willing to make a few for you for the same price - 1 for $3, 4 for $10 (8 for $20), and I'll also do 12 for $25 and it continues (24 for $50, etc etc). The more you buy, the better of a deal it is.
If you're interested in buying one displayed, please note me with the number(s) you are interested in and I'll send you the email to the paypal you can send the money to. If you're interested in a design commission, please note me for more details. Please note: You MUST use paypal. Absolutely no snailmail."
So...please.
Help me out a bit, guys...I wouldn't ask this but...really.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
What did you dream about last night?
I have weird dreams before and during shark week.
Nothing you guys would be interested in happened last night; however, Friday whenever I came home from school sick about 12:30 and immediately fell asleep mothered some strange dreams.
One of them included me going dizzy and not being able to see. It happened once, twice, maybe three times a week, then started progressing to several times a day. I went blind and insane. I don't know what this is trying to tell me but it may have something to do with the fact I was dizzy before I slept, my eyes felt weird and I've had operations on my eyes. But that's just a guess.
In another, I felt like I was being followed, or chased, and I didn't know who or what was following me and...well, I couldn't get away. At one point I was in the basement of my grandparents' house, and for some reason it was like a parking garage. When you went downstairs, the right side was totally normal, but the left was like...parking area. The stairs also had a hall leading to it, really, and what would have been a room down there led to another part of the garage.
I was looking for something down there, a drink probably, and I hear this...VRRM VRMMM sound. I turn, and this car is like...growling at me. Then it started to try and chase me...so I ran into the hallway, it tried to turn, but wound up skidding into the next room. And for some reason, the skidding and me running thing I seemed to be watching from a security camera. The car was either a Hummer or an old British taxi. HUGE range of difference there but it was really, really shiny and looked brand new so I'm not sure.
And in a third dream I had that afternoon? I went into my grandparents' basement, into the kitchen, and there was a box (like an old milk crate) setting on a table. I looked through it and there were old movies and books and stuff in it.
I found The Last Unicorn and nearly flipped a poo.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sup Guys
Apologies for not updating so often. Busy with school and such, and planning for Boyfriend's summer visit (108 days away, but still!) since we need to get out of the house and away from my mom and stuff whenever she's home.
Because if someone sits or lays on you, even if you're both fully clothed, you get pregnant. Obviously. That just makes perfect sense.
So yeah, need to get out of the house and away from 'SARAH THAT'S TOTALLY INAPPROPRIATE' as much as possible.
Boyfriend agrees.
We will play on playgrounds and be idiots and I'll try to teach him parkour and I'll probably fail because I suck as a teacher for parkour since I can't word things. It's just me kinda like 'when wallclimbing you have to have good balance to begin with, you can't just have good recovery balancing, because you can't rebalance mid jump or when you turn around' and it's apparently hard to understand. Woops.
Anyway, Boyfriend decided that tonight would be a good night to break my face.
It is still broken and it feels weird. He's broken my face with smiles.
Because if someone sits or lays on you, even if you're both fully clothed, you get pregnant. Obviously. That just makes perfect sense.
So yeah, need to get out of the house and away from 'SARAH THAT'S TOTALLY INAPPROPRIATE' as much as possible.
Boyfriend agrees.
We will play on playgrounds and be idiots and I'll try to teach him parkour and I'll probably fail because I suck as a teacher for parkour since I can't word things. It's just me kinda like 'when wallclimbing you have to have good balance to begin with, you can't just have good recovery balancing, because you can't rebalance mid jump or when you turn around' and it's apparently hard to understand. Woops.
Anyway, Boyfriend decided that tonight would be a good night to break my face.
It is still broken and it feels weird. He's broken my face with smiles.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
So
I've been basically spending the last few days sleeping and trying to get rid of this headache that it seems I've had for...a little over a week now. It comes and goes and it totally sucks. At least it's not a cluster headache; that much I'm thankful for.
Also, IBS, GERD, AR and all other sorts of lovely things that happen to be wrong with my digestive system seem to enjoy acting up recently. AR I can deal with, it's just...stomach acid...and although it hurts it's not nearly as painful or disrupting as IBS or GERD.
And my allergy to milk products and me wanting milk really, really badly because I haven't had it in over and year so I caved in and had some cereal and milk and all that jazz just means that I'm sitting in the bathroom for god knows how long and it is most certainly not enjoyable.
Plus, joints! Since I'm double-jointed and extremely flexible (to the point where it's probably at least a bit unhealthy), my joints sometimes ache. When I move, they pop. Then they get stiff again whenever I sit in the same position for a long amount of time - which is something school does not help with; it just makes the whole 'sitting' thing worse, jesus christ.
My back's been hurting very badly, as have my shoulders and hips. Yes, my hips. I need a hip massage.
...Okay, maybe not, since that sounds dirty.
I'm also sore! Hoo-rah, I don't even know how this happened.
To top it off, I happen to be developing a cold and I feel as if Mister Red Wave wants to visit early. Again. And he happens to be very heavy the last few months and it's uncomfortable. He also likes to be unpredictable.
And give me horrible cramps! Yay! Time for a Midol overdose.
My period just...jesus. I get horribly bitchy and snarky and sarcastic while I'm surfing the red wave. And really, I'm already bitchy, snarky and sarcastic while I'm not surfing the red wave. It just...seems to multiply it, I guess.
Thank goodness Boyfriend is here to help me deal with all of this. Thank god he can deal with it. Thank god he actually finds it somewhat funny whenever I'm snarky and sarcastic. Sometimes bitchy. I'm guessing it's because I'm never like that to him. Annnnd I won't ever be, so long as I can help it. Though I think he'd understand anyway. Because he's loving and understanding <3 :la:
Anyway. I'm starving.
Time to go be fat.
Also, IBS, GERD, AR and all other sorts of lovely things that happen to be wrong with my digestive system seem to enjoy acting up recently. AR I can deal with, it's just...stomach acid...and although it hurts it's not nearly as painful or disrupting as IBS or GERD.
And my allergy to milk products and me wanting milk really, really badly because I haven't had it in over and year so I caved in and had some cereal and milk and all that jazz just means that I'm sitting in the bathroom for god knows how long and it is most certainly not enjoyable.
Plus, joints! Since I'm double-jointed and extremely flexible (to the point where it's probably at least a bit unhealthy), my joints sometimes ache. When I move, they pop. Then they get stiff again whenever I sit in the same position for a long amount of time - which is something school does not help with; it just makes the whole 'sitting' thing worse, jesus christ.
My back's been hurting very badly, as have my shoulders and hips. Yes, my hips. I need a hip massage.
...Okay, maybe not, since that sounds dirty.
I'm also sore! Hoo-rah, I don't even know how this happened.
To top it off, I happen to be developing a cold and I feel as if Mister Red Wave wants to visit early. Again. And he happens to be very heavy the last few months and it's uncomfortable. He also likes to be unpredictable.
And give me horrible cramps! Yay! Time for a Midol overdose.
My period just...jesus. I get horribly bitchy and snarky and sarcastic while I'm surfing the red wave. And really, I'm already bitchy, snarky and sarcastic while I'm not surfing the red wave. It just...seems to multiply it, I guess.
Thank goodness Boyfriend is here to help me deal with all of this. Thank god he can deal with it. Thank god he actually finds it somewhat funny whenever I'm snarky and sarcastic. Sometimes bitchy. I'm guessing it's because I'm never like that to him. Annnnd I won't ever be, so long as I can help it. Though I think he'd understand anyway. Because he's loving and understanding <3 :la:
Anyway. I'm starving.
Time to go be fat.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
The MEH Goat and the Drunk Man
Once upon a time Best Friend and I decided we wanted to go to BearTown. BearTown is a place full of gigantic rocks that are sometimes covered in ferns and are fun to climb on, jump and run across, and generally do parkour and be idiots on.
Best Friend and I convinced my mom to drive us there - since we were like, 14 or 15 and couldn't drive ourselves. That's illegal.
The drive was all fine and dandy and whatnot, and as soon as Best Friend and I arrived, we commenced the whole 'acting like idiots' thing. Running around, jumping off big drops, and flailing helplessly through the air over gaps that were probably a bit too dangerous to jump across, but that we jumped across anyway.
Now, we were having a good time. Just...being idiots. It's what we tend to do best (other than singing and dancing, because our singing and dancing is just simply beautiful and everyone should love, appreciate, and worship it).
But then, as we were chilling out on this huge rock behind some green ferns - that for some reason I couldn't stop petting - there were a couple of kids that came along. Two boys, somewhere within the age range of 9-12. And they were looking for this girl...I think her name was 'Jessica' or something. I don't remember, I'll ask Best Friend later.
Anyways. They kept saying that they 'saw you hiding up there, Jessica' and Best Friend and I are like 'what the fuck who is Jessica' to each other. We then yell 'We're not Jessica' but those little boys insisted that we were damn well that we were Jessica and they were going to make sure that we knew our place. So we kept yelling and jumped to another rock (which was too far for their little legs to jump and would send them to a flailing, horrible end - even if they had somehow made it up to the rock where we were originally).
So we were like 'lol okay that's over' and continued to dick around. It isn't a very large park, but it's not extremely small. However, I knew where the hell I was going and I made sure to let Best Friend know this.
We got lost a few times.
At one point, we found this teenage guy (18 or 19) trying to climb onto a rock, and swearing at himself because he couldn't make it up, even though there were natural steps three feet away from him. I think he may have been drunk.
He was amazed when Best Friend and I were on top of the rock and he wasn't. Yes, Mister Drunk Man, we are wizards.
Eventually after a couple of hours out in the harsh wild we got tired of shenanigan-ing around on top of rocks, so we got back to the car and decided to go to an actual...park kind of area. There was a tower there, and though the sign clearly said no more than seven persons in the tower at a time there were probably around 20 or 25 teenagers crammed into the room at the top. Also, this tower was very near to a 50-100 foot drop off.
Best Friend and I decided it would be a great idea to go ahead and try to climb up there.
I chickened out because I'm a pussy because the tower was leaning. Guys it was...fucking leaning. I love towers and all that, but there's no way I'm going to climb one if it's on the edge of a huge drop off, is not very strong against wind (it was rattling and moving and kalsjfaskg), and there's about 3-4 times the amount of people allowed on the tower at once. No. Wasn't happening.
Best Friend went up most of the way, came back down and we sat in the middle of the woods away from a clearing. Best Friend then continued to yell, 'WE ARE THE QUEENS OF THE JUNGLE', to which I replied, 'Dude we may be married but I'm pretty sure we're not lesbians'. Best Friend then says, 'Says who?'. Best Friend is a butt and made me question life. I don't know why. But she's still a butt.
While there, we went down to the parking lot and found some huge stone in the ground. Which we proceeded to draw on, and make references to Monty Python.
I even drew a dead parrot.
However, we did need to leave and get something to eat, so we did so. We went to a place where we always went after going to BearTown, because they have delicious food. Also, animals. They have a petting zoo and I'm pretty sure that that's the main reason we ever started to go there in the first place.
Anyway, after eating, we decided to go out and have a look at the animals. Pet them, feed them, look at them and creep on them. All of that fun stuff.
So, we go into this area, and Best Friend had bought some corn from a machine to feed animals. She's trying to feed a small goat, and this fat goat keeps getting in the way, attempting to steal small goat's food. Best Friend wants to give small goat food, not big goat. So she scolds him. 'No, you're a butt, you don't get any food.'
The goat made a strange 'MEHHHH' sound, and spit on best friend. Big goat then proceeded to follow us around as much as possible, even though he was on the other side of the fence; the way it was set up, there was a fence on the side of the walkway to allow animals to roam more and for people to 'interact' with them better or more or something.
Big goat kept trying to get at Best Friend's corn. He kept 'meh'ing and just being a jerk. We called him and asshole and went to look at the fennec foxes and chinchillas. Because fennecs and chinchillas are two of the most adorable animals ever.
There was also a bear and some wolves, which we decided that we would escape with, riding. She'd take the bear, I'd surf the pack of wolves, and we'd scoop up chinchillas and fennecs (respectively) to serve as our fluffy minions and/or foot/lapwarmers.
While we were there, Best Friend made fun of the sloth.
She was also hit on by a parrot.
And that's how Best Friend and I stalked, back-talked and harassed all in one day, without being arrested.
Best Friend and I convinced my mom to drive us there - since we were like, 14 or 15 and couldn't drive ourselves. That's illegal.
The drive was all fine and dandy and whatnot, and as soon as Best Friend and I arrived, we commenced the whole 'acting like idiots' thing. Running around, jumping off big drops, and flailing helplessly through the air over gaps that were probably a bit too dangerous to jump across, but that we jumped across anyway.
Now, we were having a good time. Just...being idiots. It's what we tend to do best (other than singing and dancing, because our singing and dancing is just simply beautiful and everyone should love, appreciate, and worship it).
But then, as we were chilling out on this huge rock behind some green ferns - that for some reason I couldn't stop petting - there were a couple of kids that came along. Two boys, somewhere within the age range of 9-12. And they were looking for this girl...I think her name was 'Jessica' or something. I don't remember, I'll ask Best Friend later.
Anyways. They kept saying that they 'saw you hiding up there, Jessica' and Best Friend and I are like 'what the fuck who is Jessica' to each other. We then yell 'We're not Jessica' but those little boys insisted that we were damn well that we were Jessica and they were going to make sure that we knew our place. So we kept yelling and jumped to another rock (which was too far for their little legs to jump and would send them to a flailing, horrible end - even if they had somehow made it up to the rock where we were originally).
So we were like 'lol okay that's over' and continued to dick around. It isn't a very large park, but it's not extremely small. However, I knew where the hell I was going and I made sure to let Best Friend know this.
We got lost a few times.
At one point, we found this teenage guy (18 or 19) trying to climb onto a rock, and swearing at himself because he couldn't make it up, even though there were natural steps three feet away from him. I think he may have been drunk.
He was amazed when Best Friend and I were on top of the rock and he wasn't. Yes, Mister Drunk Man, we are wizards.
Eventually after a couple of hours out in the harsh wild we got tired of shenanigan-ing around on top of rocks, so we got back to the car and decided to go to an actual...park kind of area. There was a tower there, and though the sign clearly said no more than seven persons in the tower at a time there were probably around 20 or 25 teenagers crammed into the room at the top. Also, this tower was very near to a 50-100 foot drop off.
Best Friend and I decided it would be a great idea to go ahead and try to climb up there.
I chickened out because I'm a pussy because the tower was leaning. Guys it was...fucking leaning. I love towers and all that, but there's no way I'm going to climb one if it's on the edge of a huge drop off, is not very strong against wind (it was rattling and moving and kalsjfaskg), and there's about 3-4 times the amount of people allowed on the tower at once. No. Wasn't happening.
Best Friend went up most of the way, came back down and we sat in the middle of the woods away from a clearing. Best Friend then continued to yell, 'WE ARE THE QUEENS OF THE JUNGLE', to which I replied, 'Dude we may be married but I'm pretty sure we're not lesbians'. Best Friend then says, 'Says who?'. Best Friend is a butt and made me question life. I don't know why. But she's still a butt.
While there, we went down to the parking lot and found some huge stone in the ground. Which we proceeded to draw on, and make references to Monty Python.
I even drew a dead parrot.
However, we did need to leave and get something to eat, so we did so. We went to a place where we always went after going to BearTown, because they have delicious food. Also, animals. They have a petting zoo and I'm pretty sure that that's the main reason we ever started to go there in the first place.
Anyway, after eating, we decided to go out and have a look at the animals. Pet them, feed them, look at them and creep on them. All of that fun stuff.
So, we go into this area, and Best Friend had bought some corn from a machine to feed animals. She's trying to feed a small goat, and this fat goat keeps getting in the way, attempting to steal small goat's food. Best Friend wants to give small goat food, not big goat. So she scolds him. 'No, you're a butt, you don't get any food.'
The goat made a strange 'MEHHHH' sound, and spit on best friend. Big goat then proceeded to follow us around as much as possible, even though he was on the other side of the fence; the way it was set up, there was a fence on the side of the walkway to allow animals to roam more and for people to 'interact' with them better or more or something.
Big goat kept trying to get at Best Friend's corn. He kept 'meh'ing and just being a jerk. We called him and asshole and went to look at the fennec foxes and chinchillas. Because fennecs and chinchillas are two of the most adorable animals ever.
There was also a bear and some wolves, which we decided that we would escape with, riding. She'd take the bear, I'd surf the pack of wolves, and we'd scoop up chinchillas and fennecs (respectively) to serve as our fluffy minions and/or foot/lapwarmers.
While we were there, Best Friend made fun of the sloth.
She was also hit on by a parrot.
And that's how Best Friend and I stalked, back-talked and harassed all in one day, without being arrested.
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