|Used: Blue TuL Pen and Wet and Wild Fantasy workshop make-up.|
So earlier this week I went on a rant on Facebook about living or dying for someone. I rambled and complained and overall made a big deal about it. However I felt like, maybe it wasn't a bad thing. Maybe I'd shared some wisdom with people that would actually effect their life. I could just copy and paste the rant here, but I don't really feel like putting it up twice. All I want to pass on is this simple thing.
"If you truly care for someone, never tell them you want to die in their place or die with them. If you truly love them and want them to be happy, please, tell them that you'd live for them."
Now this isn't all just my insane brains work. You see this concept came to me when I was in a really bad mood one day. Out of the blue I texted someone I never would have normally texted. I don't like to bother people and even people I see everyday rarely get to hear me go on about what's truly bothering me. Yet I spent at least an hour rambling on to him and getting feedback. He worked things out with me and then said the one line that changed my thinking. "When I met you, I knew you were someone I would live for."
That got my mind reeling. That was the day I realized how amazing that idea was.
ANNNNYYYYY WHOOOOOOOO ZA MA WHAT'CHA MA JIG IT!
So....art. I haven't really been lazy about it. In fact I've done a lot of artsy things. It's just I don't really have a way to scan it right now. I've been letting it just gather up in folders, books, and random piles on tables. Eventually I'll get at least some of it up here on DA and then I can prove I'm not as Lazy as I think I am. Until then, you'll just have to take my word for it.
Health and Family. I'm not going to complain or ramble on for hours and hours about this. That's why I have tumblr. XD At least for the health thing. Apparently some people find that kind of thing interesting and actually enjoy listening/reading my rambling never ending thoughts. So to keep things sweet and short, my health is crappy and my family situation is barely improved.
I'm a corpse.
In other news I've been watching movies like a crazy hermit person. Spending days on end memorizing movie after movie in my collection of dvd's. Recently while I was in the hospital I realized they had a VCR and then began to watch some of my favorite movies that I don't have on DVD. Muppets Treasure Island being one of them. See, good things can come from being in the hospital.
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Also...cosplay. I've finally decided the for sure cosplay I'm making for Nebraskon! Taokaka from Blaze Blue. And if I have time I might make Sucy from Little Witch Academia as well. XD -flail- I'm excited and seriously nervous about it.
Oh! In normal Radical Edward fashion I have to tell you about this thing that happened to me. Mainly because it was hilarious. So at 4am in the morning my friend calls me up to tell me that she's outside waiting for me. I'm half asleep and have no idea what time it is or what I'm supposed to be doing. But I get up, slide some shoes on, grab my jacket and stumble out the door with a popsicle in my mouth, a phone in my hand, and my shoes on the wrong feet. My hair has a mind of it's own and is going seriously crazy. Sticking up like Pudge the penguin off of Cat's Don't Dance after the brute max rubbed his head on the carpet and stuck him to the ceiling. My friend smiles and starts driving. I mutter something akin to a question and she begins laughing her ass off. "I just wanted to go to walmart, but I didn't wanna go alone so I figured I could trick you into coming."
As I feel completely stupid and ready to say pull this quest over, we're already at Walmart. I don't remember most of our inconsistent rambling and silly conversation, but I do remember this. At one point I'm on the top of a stack of boxes staring down a long distance to the floor with an Employee asking me to come down. I'm so terrified that I hug a smaller box and shake my head. My friend comes up and talks to the employee. "I'm sorry, she's scared of heights, you'll never get her down that way." Of course the employee is very confused now, as she wonders how I got up there in the first place. Which my friend is happy to explain. "There was a spider on her shoe." I look down to see my shoes abandoned on the floor and the little devil still sitting there. Now when I say little I actually mean THE RETURN OF SPIDERZILLA!!!! The employee sees it, kills it, sweeps it away and then proceeds to help my friend get me off the boxes.
I still don't know how I jumped out of my shoes and climbed up so high without remembering it. I mean I know I was sicky and tired, but damn.
Well that's all for this journal entry.
-Radical Edward out!