morbidflight

It's strange.  I'm really quite a visual person, but I focus so heavily on the words.  I think part of it is that the challenge of translating a gesture, or a thought, or a memory, into words makes it more real.  I reify as I write.

But that means there's always a bit of the idea that's lost in translation, the ineffable bit of it.

So right now when I feel like felt torn apart, I know exactly what I mean, but there's no way that you can without having my thoughts.  But if I write that it feels like tearing, like extracting fibers that are inextricably bonded, then maybe you get a bit of an idea.  But the colors are washed out.  There's this great mass in my head that will never find voice.

I keep trying, though.  Maybe someday someone will understand exactly (even if it's in eighty-five years and I'm long dead and the person thinks s/he's insane for thinking that they get it).  For that hope, I keep writing.

(This will be cross-posted because it's a bit more personal than a typical dA entry...for me at least.)

Went to an independent comics fair like last week.  It was pretty sweet.  I like that world, even if I can't draw for shit.

I need to get back into writing.  There are things in my head that want out.

When it's Dean's Date...>_< Damn.  

Got 5/42 pages so far.  OH FUCK.  And fewer than 24 hours in which to do it.  :]  I love Dean's Date.

(Edited at 4:58 a.m. now at 12/42, 12 hours to go.  *_*)

(Edited again at 0:47 a.m. on May 12. Finished.  In another 12 hours I'll be done with the second day of Comps and that will be the last thing I have to do in terms of academic work.  College will be over.  Academically.)

January is a sucky month because of reading period and finals.  I've got 3 papers and 3 exams.  =_=''
And I haven't been writing for class.  Just blog and random scraps that I pretend are art.

Doing this instead of doing work.  Welcome to my life.  
By the way, I love X Japan.  And I think I'm sick.  *sniffle*

School takes so much out of me.  I'm tired all the fucking time.