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Well, it's mostly rambling now...not much else I really can put in here. Just the facts of everyday life. |
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digispectre
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 @ 04:55pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 @ 12:53am
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digispectre
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digispectre
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 @ 03:54pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 @ 05:22am
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brainstorming character designs...
» - - - [[ ♪ ]]- m u s i c to the h e a r t. ♥I've been thinking of changing my username, and I finally decided on digitalspectre. If you're wondering why, it's because I've been approached several times by people who wonder if my username has any connection to an obsession with a game called Suikoden, and I never even heard of it until someone brought that up. x] And since I'm kinda uncomfortable with that, I want to change it. Not to mention that I'm finally deciding to make a deviantArt account, and with that really public place, I can't keep that username. So...I needed a username I could use for both places, and this was what I came up with.
So now instead of pursuing a manga that I can never make up my mind on, much less give it a point, I've decided to go on to something more reasonable. Mostly, I want to have my own character...and the perfect solution! A persona. ;3
She'll be called digispec or something, in relation to that username, and she's supposed to have black hair and brown eyes like me. And every other typical asian. x]] However, I'm planning to make her have long hair that's way more cooperative than mine. There ends the resemblence, other than a watch that I have that will become some random accessory on her...which I'll probably be getting rid of soon irl anyway, since it's rusting on the inside of the wristband and it doesn't match my clothes anymore.
So, current stats:
name: digispec (might change)
gender: female
age: unknown, but maybe...late teens or later?
height: 5' 2"
hair: long, dark, almost black, in any hairstyle, really. as long as it can flow at the edges and dissipate into smoke or fog or some other spectral substance.
skin: lightly tanned, pretty much fair
eyes: dark brown
distinguishing features:
- a golden chain that tangles around her left wrist and has some small greenish-yellow and blueish-purple gems, and a bigger greenish-blue one where a watch face would usually be;
- her right hand is always glowing and hidden amongst vapors that kind of look like smoke and blueish white flame, with tints of greens, purples, and other colors. she uses it to paint out digital images of whatever comes up in her imagination
- the end of her hair trails off into the vapor/flame/fog mixture as well
- when she's barefoot, some of the trails follow her feet
- she rarely leaves her back bare, but when she does, it has markings of digital design (ref to come)
I have yet to decide on a basic outfit, though I'll probably never stick with one for long, and any other more interesting features. Like, where's the cool headgear and stuff? xD If you have ideas, let me know~? Just make sure it keeps with the idea of digital and specter. x]
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digispectre
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digispectre
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 @ 04:47am
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rant for my sanity : my advice is don't read.
» - - - [[ ♪ ]] - m u s i c to the h e a r t. ♥
Why? Cuz it's boring. And it's pointless. And it sounds like I want a pity party or something, which I loathe. I just need somewhere to vent.
I swear my teacher was right in the eighth grade when he told me I'd fold someday. Maybe not for his reasons of just pushing myself to hard academically, but it comes close. I keep stuff bottled up too much, even if it seems I show emotions as often or more often than anyone else, because of my extra high standards. Not rare, or even uncommon, but it's there.
So yesterday, my parents tried to talk to me about majors and colleges after getting pre-reg stuff to choose classes for next year. So I told them I still wanted to go into graphic design, illustration, or whatever, and they tell me I really need to think about this. It's not a decision to take lightly, mostly because they think I can't take care of myself if I don't make the average amount of pay. They also said they thought I was wasting my skills I exhibited with good grades in math and science. Whatever, I'll listen for once. I'm getting tired of this s**t.
Of course, I've thought about this. A lot. I know they don't want me to go into this type of stuff. The first time the idea of art as a living came into my head, I dimissed it. The second time, I considered, but not seriously. Now, about a year later, I'm considering it seriously. It's about the only thing I really look forward to doing every day, and it's already taking up most of my time. So why not give it a try? I know my parents don't want me to, and believe me, that's what's been making everything a million times harder. Of course, they think I just want to do it because it's a hobby. They don't think I consider them in the equation.
So I spend an hour watching my dad scroll through info on engineering, which goes half an hour into my bedtime, which is mostly in the pay section of a government website. I don't find anything interesting. So I go to bed with no difference except that I really want to speak out, but I'll keep my mouth shut to see if it really does make a difference. I've been told I argue too much, so let's see if it's true.
It goes to the back for a while. I get back home, nothing happens. Then my sister chances to bring up math tests, and she's proud of her grade and wants to get it signed for a chance to get one extra test point. Naturally, my dad wants to know what I got. And I got a C+. Ohhh, wow, it's the end of the world.
If you don't think so, it's probably because your parents accept that they can't have perfect kids.
Anyway.
He tells me I need to give up my online life and drawing to study more, when I already know that. I already know I didn't do well on my history test today, and I already know I have B's in physics and english right now as well as in calculus. I already feel like grades are taking control of my life and that school's becoming pretty pointless. So when he tells me to give up my life to show colleges a bunch of little letters, I can't stand it anymore. I just leave.
And then he comes into my room to tell me why I am acting the way I am, how I am feeling, and how it factors into him being a good parent. He also tells me that because I'm a child, my choices are wrong. He tells me I want to major in drafting. He tells me I'm not spending enough time on homework, though I am doing homework, and he's telling me to stop to listen to another hour of self-righteous preaching. I blow up, obviously. Two days of over-excessive emotions bottled up, even with the catharsis of band, is simply not enough.
I gave up my silence and told him my point of the story, and he said I yelled back. Maybe I did. But he wants to know my side, and he thinks I'm being unreasonable when I do what he wants. How the hell am I supposed to do anything?
I'm tired of people telling me how to run my life. It's enough that people already assume I'm the same as my sister. It's enough that I already have high standards. It hurts a lot when people tell me I'm not good enough when I already feel that way about myself. It really makes me feel as if school, grades, and the whole ******** thing is a scam. I don't care that other people have gone through this; I can't handle it. It's my weakness, and I'm beyond caring.
So why am I crying now and feeling sorry for myself when I hate hypocritical, self-centered people of any kind? I have no idea.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 @ 06:15pm
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digispectre
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digispectre
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 @ 05:08am
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