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What it feels like being tagged

Journal Entry: Fri Sep 28, 2007, 1:39 PM
  • Mood: Gloomy
  • Reading: uni shit
  • Watching: my empty letterbox
  • Playing: real life
  • Eating: whatever's left in the fridge
  • Drinking: water

Mood: :raincloud: Gloomy
Listening to: the sound of rain on my window
Reading: uni shit
Watching: my empty letter box
Playing: real life
Eating: whatever's left in the fridge
Drinking: water




First, the features.

Photographs that could use more attention.



Bonus feature - Cthulhu madness!






When I press Ctrl + G on the keyboard, I automatically switch to links named "geeny" so I don't have to scroll down for the comments box. How cool is that? Opera loves me :D


Well, the tag thing. If you find out that you share one or more of these things listed below with me, feel free to tell me so.

Rules: Write eight weird facts about yourself, tag more people, like eight or so. You can as well screw the rules if you like. There are enough rules in real life!



:bulletblue: I can't lie. Seriously, I'm unable to lie to other people, I can only speak the truth even if I try not to do so. That's one of my biggest handicaps - I often spoil my chances for getting along with stupid people.

:bulletblue: When my lack of sleep grows big enough, I become paranoid at night or synaesthetic at day. Listening to Apocalyptica is so much fun then :D

:bulletblue: Shoes? Pff! My weaknesses are corsets and Kanzashi inspired hair sticks. But they're virtually unavailable in Germany :( Got my latest pair from Canada, the Absinthe Kanzashi from artofadornment.ca.

:bulletblue: I eat at least one 100g chocolate bar per day. In exchange I skip principal meals. What do I need food for if it isn't sweet and tasty? :aww:

:bulletblue: I am a vegetarian. I don't want to have animals killed and eat their muscles. It's kind of an anti-fetish. I am also a feminist and involved in amnesty international. Raising funds for pharmaceutical research (talking about breast cancer mania) and finding madeleine are not the best options for making a difference.

:bulletblue: I can't wear rings because I always lose them. Last week I fell asleep in a train and when I woke up, my ring was gone and I didn't remember when I put it off and where. Besides, most accessoires are waste and draw focus from the important things anyway.

:bulletblue: People always want me to draw and paint things because they think if people good at something they also enjoy it. But I hate it. Painting a picture by hand that already exists as a photograph - There's no sense in it at all!

:bulletblue: I can't stand it when someone... ahh.. no... I can't even stand thinking of it! Aaaaahhhhhrgh

To be honest, I haven't told you my weirdest habits... they're kinda kinky.

Hm, don't know who's done this already. I'm tagging ~CathleenParagon ~IgnisFerroque ~DerOeli *allsoulsnight `Doubtful-Della `scottjamesprebble *Xecica *Deepsil3nc3 and YOU


Virtual (?) Friends and Paragons
:iconcathleenparagon: :iconderoeli: :iconscottjamesprebble: :iconignisferroque: :iconallsoulsnight: :iconbarefeet-in-the-rain: :icongesellix: :iconclaireskitten: :icondoubtful-della: :icongalotta: :icondefiantwitch: :iconfijay: :icondavemc: :iconraun: :iconalberich: :iconxecica:



Photography is for me: To create another world, a world a bit different from ours. The viewer extends this world a bit beyond the picture's borders in his imagination.

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:icondoubtful-della:
Eight Weird Things About Me. I'm writing a new list here because I've already done a journal at one point

:bulletblue: My right index finger tip was cut off when I was 5. They sewed it back on, but it didn't take, so it's ugly. I've very self concious about it, but I've learned to hide it subcontiously and most people don't even know that it's deformed looking. (and don't even look for it in my stock photos, I've probably photoshopped it haha)

:bulletblue: I'm so scared of thunder that I would run to my parents room until I was 16, and even now I'll wimper in my sleep and cuddle up so close to my husband that he wakes me up to get on my side of the bed.

:bulletblue: I slept with a teddy bear and a night light until I was 15

:bulletblue: I keep my toenails extra short because they bug me if I can feel them scratching up against my other foot

:bulletblue: I am a stain a phobic. If I have a stain I won't wear a clothes, and I've been known to change my daughter up to 6 times in one day because she got a spot on her clothes. I carry extra clothes with me when I'm in the car just in case.

:bulletblue: I don't always hear the words people speak. I hear the whole sentence and then I decode the words in my head.... so I say "what?" to give me time to decode the words

:bulletblue: I'm afraid of touching grout in people's bathrooms, even my own. Thankfully my husband washes our shower for me so that I don't have to touch the grout.

:bulletblue: The longest that I've ever lived in one house was about 6 years and I've lived in over 13 different houses/apartments

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"There is room for different point of view, different style, no matter how good of a photographer you are" 'gilad
:icondoubtful-della:
And I'm very honored to be featured in your journal! Thank you! I'm glad that I took the time to read your journal. When I get behind I don't always read everybody's

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"There is room for different point of view, different style, no matter how good of a photographer you are" 'gilad
:iconevalovinlucy:
:boogie: yay! thanks for the feature :aww:

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you laugh until you cry
you cry until you laugh
:iconcathleenparagon:
Hmmm...the lose-rings-thing must be virulent. when last i spent a whole day with you as we've been painting the pharmacies staircase i lost the ring mum gave me some years ago ;)

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Truth Has A Bat On Their Head!
:icondeepsil3nc3:
hey there. humm, that's strange... but that isn't my fault, you should know... maybe the artist that donated forgot about this, maybe they hadn't time or money to buy you a sub again...be sure i'm sending them some notes again. and about the prizes i offered , they're on the way... the system here in Ro sucks though... and all the money i earned went to my sick little brother...also, most of the bracelets are at my friend, and we're working in our free time ( i'm in the last year @ highschool and it;s pretty though) . :ahoy: and lots of hugs

:heart: Lav.

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-- free your mind and your ass will follow --
:icongeeny:
maybe it's my fault because i confused them.... my email inbox was kinda broken for a while, so i thought i'd already received the "someone bought you a sub" emails while the service was down. i wrote them kind of a thanks note without knowing whether i got the sub or not and asked them about it, but without reply... now i saw that my subscription hasn't been extended. if their money is short or something, that's fine. i don't wanna fuss about it. but still, thank you for asking them for me :)
good luck at highschool and hugs to you too! :glomp:

and by the way, you've been tagged ;)

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Nur einmal wieder so wie früher
Um die Häuser ziehen und mein Leben spüren
Doch diese Stadt gibt nicht viel her
Vielleicht liegts auch an mir, doch unsre Straßen bleiben leer.
:icongeeny:
no problem, it was well deserved :)

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Nur einmal wieder so wie früher
Um die Häuser ziehen und mein Leben spüren
Doch diese Stadt gibt nicht viel her
Vielleicht liegts auch an mir, doch unsre Straßen bleiben leer.
:icongeeny:
hmmm, you're right... so you infected me :o

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Nur einmal wieder so wie früher
Um die Häuser ziehen und mein Leben spüren
Doch diese Stadt gibt nicht viel her
Vielleicht liegts auch an mir, doch unsre Straßen bleiben leer.
:icongeeny:
I don't always hear the words people speak. I hear the whole sentence and then I decode the words in my head.... so I say "what?" to give me time to decode the words

My mom always does that too :D I learned to ignore her "What?" and just wait for her real replies.

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Nur einmal wieder so wie früher
Um die Häuser ziehen und mein Leben spüren
Doch diese Stadt gibt nicht viel her
Vielleicht liegts auch an mir, doch unsre Straßen bleiben leer.

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