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We talked about an awful lot of things... and he told me that my family doesn't talk about me. Ever. He and I exchange IMs or e-mails now and then and he'll mention to them "So I heard from Arie..." and they'll smile tightly and change the subject. If he tries to ask them about who I am and where I came from, they refuse to answer.
I am my family's deep dark secret. The dark stain on the honour of the clan.
I know this. For the most part I'm okay with it. Most of my mother's family is dead now and I wouldn't recognize any of the living ones if I saw them. And my father's family was never going to be close to me - they didn't know I existed until I was, like, eight. (Seriously. I was totally his secret shame) And for the most part, I'm cool! I'm okay! I'm good! I spend a lot of time working on my life and trying to be a person I can live with, in a life worth living in... without thinking about what other people want from me or of me. For the most part, I succeed.
But the fact that they don't talk about me... Damn. I don't know why, but it hurts. So that months later I'm sitting here on my night off, staring at my feet and getting all weepy over it.
Now Trent who is a wonderful, sweet man comes from a large and loving family. He spent ages telling me stories of all of his people, his life growing up, and telling me that all of them would love me as he loves me because, after all, they're his family and I'm the woman he intends to spend the rest of his life with. Of -course- they will love me. I didn't believe him because I'm made of sterner, more jaded stuff than he is. "I reject your family," he said. "And substitute my own." It was really very sweet.
It's only a pity that his parents don't -like- me.
Really, I don't blame them. They're a good, well-to-do, well-behaved Southern Baptist family. His father's a doctor and a minister's son. His mother's.. I dunno. Ruler of her clan. They sent their children to deportment classes, raised them carefully, and want the very best for their perfect, beautiful, little children.
So of course, Trent brings home a drug addict's daughter. I have no religious leanings and even if I did I'd be Jewish. My family is a tattered wreck, I'm a sexually promiscuous college drop-out with no prospects and nothing to my name. They're prohibitionists and I'm a -bartender-. For the love of god, montressor!
But still. It sucks.
Bones?
Bones?
It's been awhile. There've been more things going on in my world than I even begin to know where to start... It's been good and bad and wonderful and painful and everything in between. I laughed, I cried, I fell down. It changed my life. I'm also engaged.
And I think I'm back. Moving slowly but going forward all the time.
That's all.
- Mood:
grumpy
Busy, busy, busy boys and girls. ^_^ I moved into a new place, much closer to work and significantly closer to Trent. It's nice but all the moving was stressful and I cheesed out. No backgrounds for you. :(
"Shoooie gir'! You sho is purty! What ch'ya name?"
Every single person in the gas station turned to look and stare at me as I whirled around to find Trent leaning out of the window of his truck, beaming cherubically over at me.
That boy, ladies and gentlemen, is a -nut-.
- Mood:
amused
I'm both lazy -and- absent minded which 'causes me a number of problems. The most obvious issue is that I'll do things like buy a fountain drink... drink it... and then set it down somewhere and promptly forget about it. Everytime I pass by it my brain will fail to see it. I'll only notice the damn thing when it next complicates my life - by, like, being in the cup holder where I want to put my -new- drink. I sear Trent's running around idly picking up the things I set down and dealing with them because I'm noticing a distinct lack of empty containers in my environment -and- my shoes and keys and things are constantly findable. o.O Since I haven't had any personality-changing head trauma lately, I can only assume this is Trent's doing.
And then; Trent and I like to play a lot and we spend a lot of time fussing at each other. Bouts of playful scuffling for dominance in a situation, teasing each other, poking and pestering and fussing. For the most part it's fun for both of us but every now and then it'll go Far Enough and all of a sudden I'll be annoyed. Don't take this the wrong way, I give far better than I get - he's a much, much nicer person than I am and if either of us is going to walk roughshod across the other, it's going to be me. But the other day it went Far Enough and all of a sudden I was annoyed. Not at him, just at the situation. So we broke and went to our separate corners - he on the computer to play Nethack and I sitting on the bed with my art supplies.
But it's me so I had to poke the situation repeatedly. "It's not that I'm angry at you..." I said, tentatively.
"I've never been angry at you." he replied.
"It's just like we do something and then we cross the line but it doesn't stop right away. We carry this on just a little too long sometimes." I said and he made a reasonably agreeable noise.
"We've got to figure this out," I said. "I don't want to spend the next sixty years getting irritated at you regularly." And again, he made an agreeable noise while I poked at my art supplies.
After a few minutes I said, "Hey, Trent. Do we do this more often when I'm PMSing?"
"Yes." he said, quite shortly.
"Oh. Oh! ... Why didn't you point that out?"
"Well because it's not the sort of thing that's nice to say."
^_^ I dunno, boys and girls.
You might notice today's comic looks a bit different... I lettered it with a font created from my own handwriting - what do you think? I'm not sure it's right yet, I've got to keep tinkering with it, but I'm pretty pleased with the idea. ^_^
And, yeah, we're firmly on the Monday and Friday schedule. For now. :/ But this was the first comic I've gotten done early since I started dating Trent. ^_^;; Hopefully we'll spend the next couple months updating twice a week and building that buffer back up.
In other news, I'm going to be at Animazement in Durham, North Carolina next week. :O
Well! The convention went quite well, all things considered. The guys running it were awesome. I saw them many times during the day, checking to see if I was okay and asking after my sales. It was a small con and I barely sold enough random stuff to pay for my gas money to get there and back... But it was awesome, despite that. ^_^ I met a few people running other conventions and made some loose plans to attend a couple more small events... I sold all of my comic booklets, which was pretty awesome. It was different from the venues I'm used to attending, where the focus is more on running around, playing, attending panels - the attendees I met were a lot more business like and intent on performing comic raids (which are like panty raids but with less lace and more paper cuts). It was very much a comic book convention, I think there were more dealers selling stacks of books than there were artists. That's why my booklets were so popular. So next time I need to make many, many more booklets and different booklets (each a collection of a story-arc, I think). And I should also set up to sell sketches, that's what most of the other artists were focusing on, rather than merchandise. So it was a pretty good learning experience and I had a good time. ^_^ I'm definitely planning on attending their future dates and setting up my little booth some more. Meanwhile, I'm bushed off my feet so there's filler art for now. I really like this drawing but I'm not sure why.
Arie: Noo.. we should stay home and have lots of sex. :D
Trent: Why?
True story, boys and girls.
Draw Comic for Friday
Work two 8-10 hour shifts
Drive 4 hours to Trent's
Sleep?
Blehhhh.
Well! ^_^ Like the comic says, I'm going to be at the Charlotte ComiCon this Saturday with some indy comics and prints and buttons and horns to sell. ^_^ If you're a fan of the comic and ready for your DOOM shirt (or you just wanna come say Hi or threaten Trent with unending Doom should he break my heart...) come on by! ^_^ I'll be real happy to see you.
In other news... Eesh. Life is hectic boys and girls and I've been failing miserably at keeping up with my update schedule. I just got a new job (more hours for less pay but it's a lot of fun) for the summer and I have a steady boyfriend... There's a lot going on that's changing my life around right now and I just haven't been able to keep up. Sooo. As much as I hate to do this, I'm going to take the comic down to two updates a week, Monday and Friday. I'm so sorry. This is only a temporary set back, probably for the summer. Come September, with a little luck, everything will be much improved and back to the way it's supposed to be. Wish me luck and please stick with me for now. <3
Trent and I headed to the grocery store to pick up some tasty munchies for dinner but, unfortunately for Trent, I'd just stocked up on comics from Free Comic Book Day (woot, woot!).
"You're bringing your book in the store?!" He asked, somewhat dismayed.
"... Well, -yeah-."
So we wandered around the store and made our purchases, whilst I read my comic book and when we reached the check out, I handed the book over to work the credit card machine. Once I was done I turned to retrieve my book and... discovered it was no where on his person.
"Where's my book?!" I cried.
"What, what? I don't know what you're talking about..." said my boyfriend. "I don't have your book."
I made some swipes at him, to see if he was hiding it behind him or under his shirt and couldn't find it... I was rolling up my sleeves and preparing to conduct a more thorough investigation - in the middle of the grocery store - when my roguish fellow grabbed our bags and took off running.
".. :O!!" I cried, as I started after him. "Give me back my book!"
Unfortunately for the boy... He was running quite fast... And, you see, the door decided not to open for him... And... He was running quite fast.
He hit it dead on, nose first. The door shook and opened a couple inches. He threw a dismayed look back at me and squirmed through, running the rest of the way to the car. I followed at a slightly more sedate pace, laughing my ass off as we tucked the groceries into the backseat.
"My nose hurts..." he complained, handing over my comic book.
Next time, maybe he won't try to come between me and my comics. ;P
Anyway. Everyone tell me the comic's worthwhile and not just a never-ending sink for all my time and money. ^_^
Inventory: Doom Shirts: XL - 6 L - 3 M - 1
Going To Con Books: 6 (+1 no cover)
Horns: 6 pair
Buttons:
Angel Boy: 10
Devil Girl: 10
Merfle: 11
Doom: 12
Arienna: 15
Wink: 10
Butterfly: 11
Fliers: Plenty
Posters: 1 Blue w/ Beer, 2 Got Horns, Enough Devil-Angel Embraces
Hurrah, it's a comic. And I've got a couple days in a row off from work to get the next one done... But Trent's coming over so everyone cross your fingers and thing productive thoughts for me. ^_~ Also, my boss is seriously hot. In a tall, red-headed geek girl way.
So here's what we're going to do: He's going to come up after work on Friday and we're each going to make a to-do list of things we have to get done. If We manage to get them all done, he can stay for all his days off because he'll have gotten his homework and studying and all that taken care of and I'll have gotten my chores tended to as well. But if by Saturday evening we haven't gotten anything done then he has to go home so we can both work. It's... a version of responsibility, I suppose. ^_^
So, my to do list:
Draw Comic
Decide on Prints
Stitch tablecloth
Snuggle Trent
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Voila, a comic. And, would you believe it, a comic that doesn't star Trent? Who'd have thought it? ^_^; Yeesh but I've been busy, boys and girls. All sorts of running around. Like I was telling you, I took Trent up to meet my parents... and then the next weekend we went down to meet his. >_< I swear the last week and a half is just one long blur of nervousness and lack of productivity. But everything went well, no one died, nothing exploded, and I'm seriously playing with the idea of skipping our weekend get-together this weekend to get some work and art done.
Hmm. Hmm. The boy or art and cleaning? Hmm, hmm!
And now you all know why the updates have been late these days. ^_~ Thanks to all of you who wished me luck meeting Trent's parents today. I've been getting a bit jittery over it... 10 hours until I meet them, yeek!
I'm still trying new things with the comic. New and time-consuming things. We're growing everyday, boys and girls, in spits and spurts and not always successfully... But still. ^_^
He really did this, boys and girls. Trent was elected the Alarm Clock for our little cabin last month, which led to this cute blonde boy bouncing all over the cabin going "WAKE UP! It's almost 8 am! Wake up! Hey, hey Derek guess what?! I got to visit the dark elven undercity! Nyaa, Nyaa! Wake up!"
... I kinda like him. ^_~
In other news I have another convention coming up and shucks if I aren't broke. o/ In the interests of getting merchandise made without cutting into my dinner and art supply budget (priorities, I'm telling you), I thought I'd do a little fund raiser raffle. :D For $1 (through paypal) you can win your very own DOOM shirt! :D Available in your choice of M, L, or XL. Multiple entries totally welcome, the raffle will run until May 9th when I'll announce the winner as I'm packing my bags for the convention. ^_^ And If anyone wants a DOOM shirt and doesn't want to be bothered with raffles (*wink, wink, nudge, nudge*), they're $15 plus shipping.
