Twenty-Eight.

One year ago today, I lost the person who believed in me the most.  The one who never judged me by my hair color and even encouraged it (knowing that it pissed off my mom).  The one who told me to stay out of trouble and if I couldn’t not to get myself caught.  I lost my father.

Here we are a year later, and if anything it hurts even more than it did when he first passed.  I think I was too much in shock then, and was just so numb to it all.  I had a lot of other crazy things going on at the time and I just think I really never had my time to grieve then.  Part of me, I think, kept me from grieving because I knew he would not want me to.  I knew that he wouldn’t want my brother and I to stop our lives because of him, and I knew that he wasn’t suffering anymore.

This is one of my favorite pictures that I have of my dad.  I have it up on my mirror and I look up at it everyday.  This is how I like to remember him, not withered and sickly like he was when he died.  My dad always looked great and a good ten years younger than he was until he got sick; the ALS just ate him away.  I think that was one of the things that was the most frightening, watching my father turn into something I never thought I would see.

My dad lived a full life.  He always had the best stories, and there were so many still that he had left to tell me.  He taught me how to cook.  He taught me that it was okay to be myself, no matter who disapproved of how I chose to express myself.  He tried to teach me what he knew about cars and to play the guitar, but we both didn’t have enough patience.

We didn’t always get a long and there were times where we did not talk for a long while, but he was always there for me when I needed him most (like to save me when my mother was being crazy).  I will always be thankful for that, and I will never forget it.

I had a dream a while back that my dad was drinking on a cruise ship with my grandparents having a good ole time.  It was a nice dream.  Everyone I loved who had passed where there.  They all looked so young, and healthy.   My Nanny and Aunt Margret were making me run around with drinks and Baba was grilling, and my dad was drinking. (Well to be fair everyone was drinking; but everyone knows my dad liked to drink. So did my Nanny.)  They were all so happy, and I know that they all are happy now.

I wish you were here daddy.

I love you and miss you.

Twenty-Seven.

 

I have been drawing a lot in color recently. Like wow I just vomited rainbows all over everything, color. I really don't know why. It's not like I happen to be in a sunshine mood, it's actually completely the opposite--I'm really quite miserable. Anyway, I was in a Beetlejuice type of mood and decided to draw Lydia. She's the cartoon version of course; oh how I loved that show when I was kid. Why don't they play it on TV anymore? *sigh* Moving on--I took some pictures while I was creating her so I decided that I would post them up here. I forgot to take a picture when she was just a sketch. I suck, sorry.

Twenty-Six.

So I've recently decided to go back to school; and instead of typing out everything that's been on my mind I set up my camera.  This way you guys get to see my mug, fantastic pink hair and make fun of the way I talk (tawk).  To the video! ^_^

In other news; I really need to get back on the art train. I'll do that soon, I swear! Haha. Oh who am I kidding? Meh.

Twenty-Five.

I have hit a cross road in my life.  Things are changing for me everyday and I’m not so sure if it’s all for the better yet.  I know that I just need to keep moving forward.

I know what I want to do in life, but part of me has always been afraid to go there, to try to do what my heart longs for most.  I have started to take a step into that direction though, and it’s a scary thing for me.  I started a music project with a friend of mine and I’m really excited to get that off the ground.  I’ve been working on lyrics and hooks and all that good stuff so hopefully we’ll get something going soon.  I’ve also been asked to collaborate on another music project so we’ll see how that goes as well.  Every night when I close my eyes I see myself up on that stage, maybe one day that dream will come true, because I’m making the effort now.

I’ve been working on my art too, getting my portfolio together for something exciting; it’s almost to where I want it to be.  I think I’m going to spend the next two days just drawing and building it up a bit more.  I still have a few pages to fill.

Then there are other things I just don’t feel like getting into just yet, but I’m sure it will come out eventually.

Today’s mother’s day.  We’re going out to the diner to eat later.  Nothing fancy or anything, I hope that we can get along for at least today.  I got her the tea infuser mug that she wanted to hopefully that keeps her in a good mood and my brother doesn’t do anything to piss her off either.

Wish me luck.  I think I need a drink…

Twenty-Four.

I'm too lazy to type, and I should be doing school work.  No actually I should be sleeping being that I have to be at the back doctor later and I need to be up in a few hours.  Yeah, oh insomnia my dear, dear friend.

Anyway I leave you with a video of me rambling about things that I was going to ramble about here, but then got to lazy to type.  Well that and I wanted to play with the camera on my iMac.  Oh I don't have any make-up or anything on so I apologize in advance for that.

Twenty-Three.

So I have this unhealthy obsession with the late '90s television show, Daria. I own the complete series on DVD and I watch it almost daily.  I can't help myself.  This show was so before it's time, but I really wish that they would bring it back.  As long as they don't butcher it horribly I would watch it.  Hey, they brought back Beavis and Butt-Head; they didn't really screw that up and Daria is a spin off of that show...so uh let's make this happen okay?

I also have a huge obsession with the Harry Potter franchise.  I recently got into Pottermore, did you?  Let's be friends! My username is: CharmProphecy22227. I suck at making potions and dueling and stuff so I stay away from that as to not jeopardize the few house points I already have.  Haha.  I got into my house, but I was so nervous that I wouldn't be.  However, I took the sorting hat quiz and my screen went all green and I was like, "Thank God!"  I've considered myself a Slytherin since I first read the first book back in '98; I would have had a serious identity crisis, if I was placed anywhere else.  I mean the only other house I could really see myself in would be Ravenclaw, since eat books.  I guess I wouldn't have minded if I was placed there but seriously, I'm a proud Slytherin.  True story.

Anyway I know you all are thinking, Hey Klyde, why did you start off talking about Daria and then jump into Potter?  Well because I decided to see what my lovely Harry Potter characters would look like in Daria styled illustration.  I've only drawn one so far, but I'm thinking of doing a series of them.  What do you think?

Any way here's what I think dear Voldy would look like if he was just hanging out in Lawndale.

Twenty-Two.

I have pink hair.  I think most of you are aware of that by now.  Like my entire head is Hot, Hot, Pink.  Now there are a lot of pros and cons to having hot pink hair.  Let's start with the cons first.

• Cons:  You stick out like a sore thumb.  Bleach kills your hair.  People find your obnoxiously bright hair a conversation starter and sometimes use it as an opening to be extremely perverse and obscene. I find that people I never would think would like my hair, give me compliments on it.  I'm always being asked how I get my hair this color.  People always think my hair is a wig and try to pull my hair out of my head.  Please stop, it really hurts my scalp. The dye gets everywhere.

• Pros:  My mom hates it.  I stick out like a sore thumb.  I find myself in conversations I never thought I would.  I find that people I never would think would like my hair, give me compliments on it.  It makes me new friends.  It makes me happy.  It makes me feel like a real life Ramona Flowers, and I like that.  I enjoy the act of bleaching and dying my hair.  My mom hates it.

Now as I said before I get asked a lot about what kind of products I use when dying my hair.  So I'm going to tell you all here what I use and what not.  I'll also leave links to where you can buy the products as well.  I get all my supplies from Sally's, if you don't have a Sally's near you I'm sure your local beauty supply shop will carry these products or something similar to them.

Disclaimer:  I am NOT a professional cosmetologist.  I only went to to school for like 2 weeks before I decided that I could never do hair for a living.  I did rock the shit out of color theory.  I would have been a sick colorist.  Anyway, moving on... These are just the products that I find work best for me, they might not be the ones that work best for you.  Bleach kills your hair, blah, blah, blah.