Sketch from my self-inflicted Sheridan portfolio suffering period.

I stayed up half the night last night (since I switch from diurnal to nocturnal if I have more than a 3 day break) doing nothing, and right now I probably should be sleeping. However, I felt I had too much shit to do to catch up from my “Sheridan portfolio hiatus” to really sleep. I’ve caught up with half of my overdue commissions (all of the traditional ones) and I’ve slowly contacting people about them. I still have the digital ones to do. But I needed a mental break, so for now, I’m doing some mindless coding.

I feel really bad, because I’ve been neglecting deviantART, Fur Affinity and my personal blog since September. I have a problem with procrastinating, especially with important things. Hence, why I was up all night the night before my Sheridan portfolio was due, even though I had months to do it. I’m not actually lazy, if I was I would never get things done. I do get things done, but it’s either extraordinarily quickly or equally extraordinarily slowly. I don’t have a real middle ground with things. I only recently noticed this trend at a furmeet. At the furmeet, I worked for the whole meet, doing about 5 con badges, 10 sketches and a regular commission over the course of a few hours. However, the commissions I took home I still haven’t done. (On that note, I’ve also noticed I do digital art a lot slower than I do traditional. I’m not sure why.)

I wonder if it’s because I set unrealistic goals for myself. I may expect too much. I know the people in my life expect a lot of me. My own mother, for the longest time, expected me to go to university. And for the longest time, I expected to go to university. But then, one day, I had a fight with my friend over our future careers. I had made fun of her only wanting to be a doctor because she was Asian and she said that I only wanted to be a librarian (at the time those were my career plans) because my mom was a librarian. I think I punched her. But I went home that day and realized I really didn’t want to be a librarian, I… well I didn’t know what I wanted to do. At the time, my future seemed so far away that I didn’t care. I tried out a lot of classes before I finally realized that, true to my heritage, I really liked art.

But…

I’m still not sure if a career in animation is for me. I love animation, but I remember that I said when I was younger that I didn’t like animating. But then again, I thought I’d be a librarian at the time.

I recently took a 16 week comic course, and I really liked it. I don’t know if it’s a realistic ideal, but I’d like to do both comics and animation.

…I’m sorry I’m being so… musing. Things in my life lately have made me a bit more introspective than I already am. And I am the queen of introspective thought. Today I got a conditional acceptance to the University of Toronto Scarborough Campus for the Humanities program. I’d only applied to appease me mother, who is trying her best to respect my decision to become an artist. Granted, she’s fought me all the way. She tried to convince me that I could work in the library and do art on the side, she tried to scare me by telling me that I would fail as an artist and starve, she tried to get me to do a BA at U of T and then go onto art school, etc. I know she’s just worried, but it was odd for me to be at odds with my mother with anything. I’m close with my mother, a freakish Lorelai and Rory Gilmore of Gilmore Girls close. And so I appeased her by applying to the Scarborough and St.George campuses of the University of Toronto, even though I never planned on going.

It’s just weird that I have the option to go there, y’know?

Weird…

Anyways, enough about my emotional baggage. xD

So… I think since my last journal, I got a new camera and I named her Sally. She’s a Nikon D5000 DSLR, that I have NO IDEA HOW TO USE. Dude. I now respect photographers even more than I already did. That shit is hard. If anyone has a good tutorial or knows a Nikon guru sitting on a rock somewhere in the Greater Toronto Area that I can apprentice under, please tell me, I will love you and give you a llama. :3

Uhm… what else…

I switched web hosts for Eevachu.com, which uh, NEVER DO. If I wasn’t a nerd, I’d have killed fuckers.

Oh! I got some hermit crabs! My old aquarium started leaking a while back and so we moved the only fish (a pleco) into a little plastic holding aquarium I keep on hand for things like this. However… Tybalt the ninja!cat, the dastardly feline he is, BIT THROUGH THE FILTER TUBES. He suffocated my fish! I’m both angry and proud of him. >:[ <3

But yeah, since the tank was in the front hall and was rather empty and stupid looking, I converted it into a terrarium and got some hermit crabs. I named them Corphish and Shellder. After Pokemon. Because I am a dork. I'll get some pictures of them soon.

Everything else I did was art related and I can probably elaborate more on it when I post the related art.

So... for the time being, my plans are to finish the rest of my commissions, finish coding my portfolio site and most exciting, I will be starting a strip-style webcomic. On what, I won’t say. ;3

I may also be doing some audio stuff, if I can ever get a mic stand and pop screen.

Well as Phil Collins says: “That’s all.”

Just flipped open my agenda. *Sniff* I smell school…

Something from Tegaki E.

..*HONK*

*HONK*

Attending Fan Expo tomorrow, this’ll be my conbadge if I get it done. I’ll be casual since… Eh… I don’t feel like cospalying.

I had my manga / animation kids program in my mom’s library today. Full details on the ordeal here.

Here, has Eeva doodles.

More from my fishing adventure.

The cottage I was at had fish hooks encase in their transparent toilet seat. Classy.

*Sips giant Cheetah Energy Drink*

…Damn these things are good. ._.

Mmkay hi. I’m not quite awake and kinda forcing myself to finish things, so uh… Sketch blog is getting the short straw.

Here’s a sketch I did a while back on the first day of my fishing trip. I was depressed and going through internet withdrawal. I hate admitting it, but I only mildly like fishing with my family. I’d honestly rather do it alone with my mp3 player and a sketchbook.

Plus, I hate sleeping in other people’s beds. Ugh.

There were no waves on the lake today.

Goose was sad. :’<

This goose just got herself a surfboard.

Why yes, I’m a Canadian goose-y shapesifter. And yes, YOU CAN SURF ON A LAKE. Not normal lakes, however, the Great Lakes babe. It’s all about the winds.

Anyways, yeah… just went and picked up my first board. I’d done a bunch of surfing in Hawaii in January and really liked it; thought I may as well see if I could do it in the Great White North. Turns out, yeah, you can! My mom actually bought the board for me, since she seems to be on this health kick and knows I can’t resist water-sports. (I owe her $500 for half the cost of all my equipment now, however…) I plan on going out somewhere on Saturday. Haven’t decided where, but probably down to the Scarborough bluffs.

I got errands and commissions to do tomorrow (my new shades broke :/ ), but on Firdya I’m going TO THE EX! It’s $1.75 admission because of the 175^th birfdae.

Gonna be swank~