Why do you guys purposely try to find anything even remotely similar in my work to something else? Then accuse me of copying/stealing? Its not cool. I've been meaning to say this for a while.
Ya know it really hurts. I hate posting things so freaking much. Its stupid because everyone should feelvwelcome and the attention should be divided equally. You guys deny it but this place is 100% based on how good you are at art. amazing art= immediate popularity. Yep. Its stupid. So many people get looked over.
Seriously, a bundle of you guys need to leave me alone. And this isn't like super recent but you KNOW who you are and just... ugh... im not being a drama starter. Im stating what I've been meaning to say for a long time.
Some of you know what the 'incident' was. What a bundle of crap that made people choose sides. Turned a lot of people on one another. I feel like ever since then im walking on half-rotten eggshells and im carrying weights. Yeah.
This is a blog to keep track of when my deer are in the forest and what they experience and what they think.
Currently_-__Tazanna is in the forest taking shelter at the old oak tree.She in accompanied by a stag with purple flowers in his antlers and a brown pelt with stripes.She has met three delightful fawns ,she proceeded to show them the to the oak if they needed to get dry.
So, my laptop just got assaulted by numerous trojans and virus from god knows where. I just know that something installed itself on my laptop, and as soon as I saw it pop up, I knew I was fucked.
It's disabled BOTH of my virus scanners (AVG, and some other program I had to pay to install a long time ago for a similar event), and the scanner that scanned everything will NOT let me get rid of it unless I PURCHASE the fucking program. My credit card is maxed out, I don't have a debit account anymore, and I CANNOT tell my father about this because he will be livid that my card is maxed out.
I'm in a full out panic over this, and before anyone suggests it, I am NOT getting the computer scrubbed. I have too much shit on it to allow that to happen. So now I have my laptop just sitting here on the floor, staring at me with all these popups saying "You need to Activate this program to use it" and yadda yadda yadda.
I'm so fucking sick to my stomach over this...
OKAY, YOU CAN ALL PUNCH ME FOR BEING OVERREACTIVE OVER STUFF LIKE THIS., I BIT THE BULLET AND DID SHUT IT DOWN AND WENT INTO SAFE MODE AND INITIATED SYSTEM RESTORE, AND EVERYTHING IS FINE NOW. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH, EVEN IF I'M GRUMPY AND OVERREACTIVE A LOT.
MY VICTORY THEME:
SUCKS THEY DIDN'T WIN EUROVISION. BUT AT LEAST THE INTERNET KNOWS WHO THE REAL WINNERS ARE.
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I awoke to the sensation of rain over my body, repetitive and rhythmic as the fingers of a piana player. The world felt weightless, fresh and clean. Perfect. I said my hellos to Virgil, drowsing in the rain, and went on to find Ourania by the playground rocks.
We played for a while, sloshing our hooves in the puddles that collected in the rainy rocks, butt-dancing in my preffered rock...The tall one, you know, with the ramp. It's a very good rock for bird-watching. Anyway, Ourania and I played like this for a while, before we decided to rest under the rock-ramp, out of the drenching rain. We were joined for a little while by the fawn Nayu, who I'd like to meet again: he fell asleep so quickly that I barely had time to learn his name.
The sound of the rain was so heavy, so lush, like a jungle of noise with its great canopy trees filtering out the light, its slick jungle underbrush of puddles and wet leaves and splashing noises of water-on-water. In that jungle lived so many strange and quiet sounds, the sort you hear best in the rain, like the croaking of frogs and the different raindrop beats. The song and the light together formed a lullabye, and drifted me off to sleep.
When I awoke, Ourania was heading near the ruins, and we stopped there for a while. It seemed Ourania was listening for something, but I couldn't tell what. I went back to sleep just after that...I wonder if she ever found it?
When I returned to conciousness, I heard Queze and Mystress off in the distance: I hadn't seen either of them in ages, and Queze's absence in particular was keenly felt. I rushed over to greet them: they, too, had gravitated to the rocks, and sitting with them (both were shocked to see me: perhaps my absence for much of this year was also keenly felt? Oh, I do kid myself...) We sat together in the rain, and I was hit by a sudden downpour of memories.
