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My Didi died on Decembre 27. Go figure, my zealot grandparents would pick the two most holy days of the year to kick off. Baba died this year just before Easter (HUGE holiday in Ukraine), and Didi died just after christmas. My dad said the last of the true Cossacks have died. My dad is a pure Cossack, but without proper training. It's rather sad to think.

On top of that, either my aunt or my cousin came in when my baba died and stole my didi's ring, which was supposed to go to my dad. Apparently my cousins husband was seen wearing it at my baba's funeral. It was supposed to go to a blood relative. But no one will do anything about it. Personally, i'd like to break everyone's legs until they give it back. Sometimes I think it's a bad thing I never got superpowers, I would torture people until they did what I said. stressed

Le yawn... I'm going out for drinkies at The Village Idiot pub tonight with my awesome possum kitty-foxxx Aisling. Need sugar rush...fear the calories, beer don't fail me now.

It's been a long while. I've been having the worst aritsts block of all time. It's been about 6 months since i've painted a half-decent painting and i'm worried. But I keep drawing away in my sketchbook, I find i'm shying away from realism in favor of my illustration. Half because I want to work on my portfolio for concept design, and half because I feel the need to escape from the real world. I never thought i'd still be in retail at 25 years old; goes to show what I know, I suppose. I don't know, i've been so depressed lately with my lot in life. Sometimes I don't think I have reason to be depressed at all, and sometimes I feel like i'm being crushed under the weight of my own ineptitude as an artist and as a human being.

Happy birthday to me! n_n heart heart

I don't know what to write about. I guess i could write about graduating; but that wasn't much to talk about. I could talk about how embittered I am from artschool, but so is everyone. Let me then talk about art. Leaving artschool, I find it a terrible irony that I be tapped for artistic inspiration. It's almost comical, the number of things that artschool has beaten into me that supress' anything I would have once thought inspirational. What I would have thought interesting and fun to paint at one point has become kitch and boring now. It's sad how jaded I became and I didn't even realize it.

Wow, so i'm almost done this f-ing essay! >_< heart heart

Goddamn Essay! Just be finished already!!! >.<"

So the inlaws just flew in from Eastern Europe today! n_n