Fan fiction drawings

2006-12-09T12:13:00.000-08:00

This is not, I repeat NOT, the Swift hunter speaking. This is the Psycho hunter, aka, her younger brother.

If my sister is right about one thing, it's that she can't draw worth a damn. She also refuses my expert assistance when it comes to proof reading her stories.

This is not one of her drawings, no, this is one of mine. This is infact a piece I did of the swift hunter herself, during halloween. Yes, her costume is skimpy, I did tell her that and she did remind me about that last time I confronted her taste in clothing and she very rudely broke my foot.

Since she doesn't know I have her second email account and managed to bribe our sister for her password I thought I'd take down one of her shitty pictures and put up one of my own. This is how she looked right before she took both me and my younger sister's bags of sweets. After FOUR hours of trick and treating. Yes, four, she's a monster.

She is probably going to kill me for this but I think it's worth it. You have to be warned!!

2006-11-28T03:46:00.000-08:00

Lex

I have found a way around the scanner but it's pretty lousy. I'll just have to replace it. For all who want to know; this is my Lex. My drawing's not fantastic, in fact I'd say it was quite bad but this creativity thing has me going insane. I need to gt it out of my system. If you want to check out the story attached to the picture check out my profile on fanfiction. Its swift hunter by the way.

My mother's after me!!

2006-11-20T06:18:00.000-08:00

You might, from reading my last post, believe that I live in a house completely devoid of rules or retribution. You might also be wondering why this post is being put up mere minutes after my last. Well the answers to both are very related.

It happened that, seconds after I clicked the publish button, I was informed by my brother that I was to be subsequently punished for destroying the family scanner. I am tough, I'm easy to temper, I'm ritualistic in my vengeance, I have a large collection of pointy objects and the will to pour all of these traits into a very sadistic payback for harming me or mine. But one thing I won't deny, is that my mother scares the crap out of me.

She has taken it upon herself to punish me for my little fit and as of yet I still don't why my brother, equally as disturbed as I am, told me this, then paled, before running off. I'm putting this up because I'm terrified and with good cause.

My mother carries all the crazy genes, the ones me and my brother inherited, and a whole lot more. She's like Lois in "Malcolm in the middle" except with a very, very high IQ. I'm too old to just get a spanking and frankly my mother likes to be creative. God you'd think that being an adult in college would earn me the right to plead my case but no, I have been convicted without trial and am awaiting my sentence.

I'm probably never going to get to put up my pictures. Life sucks sometimes!!

Why it sucks to be me! But why it's worse to be my scanner!

2006-11-20T05:50:00.000-08:00

That scanner thing, well, the small problem that needed fixing. It sort of came about after I threw it out the window of an upstairs bedroom. It was a fit of rage thing but I feel I need to apologise to someone. Since it would add fuel to the fire that I'm seriously screwed in the head, to go and apologise to a scanner that's in a number of different pieces. I've decided to post this. If you've ever destroyed something and then felt guilty about it, you'll know what I mean. I DON'T apologise to people. If I do something or say something to a person, I make sure I think it out before hand. Inanimate objects, however, seem to find themselves on the receiving end of my wrath. It's a paranoia thing. I don't trust people to know my real intentions. Like if I'm upset with you and actually speak my mind, the chances of me scaring the living shit out of you are quite high and then you doing something stupid, are even higher. I don't trust that people can handle the real me. Inanimate objects have no such emotional rebuke. So if you upset me I'll take the Sun Tzu approach and smile, all the while plotting your immediate punishment. But if you happen to be a piece of equipment aka. a scanner. I'll just throw you out a window. Back to the issue, I need to apologise for it. I may be catholic but I think God would probably wet himself laughing if I sat in a confessional and asked forgiveness for destroying an scanner all because I don't like letting people around me into the fact that I'm a little sociopathic. So this is my post, if I've scared you I don't apologise. It's not as if I threw you out a window or something.

I need a shrink!!!