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I got Adoption Art for some of my missing MAX Entries!

This is the most awesome thing ever.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have something in my eye. *sniffs*

My contributions to TVTropes' Wild Mass Guessing Page:
( cut for you non-TF2 fans )

1. BOOBS! I'm one of those "appetite improves with mood" folks, so given that I'm in a happier place than I was last year, I've put on quite a few pounds, most of it having gone into my chest and gut. I have jiggle now, yay!
2. HOPE FOR THE FUTURE! Directly tied in with my improved sense of body image (which is why boobs got the #1 slot), confidence, and overall outlook on life, I actually have non-vague plans beyond what I'm going to do tomorrow! Of course, now I have to sit my ass down and WORK towards said goals instead of just planning, but one thing at a time, man!
3. DEGREE #3 PLEASE GOD LET THIS BE THE LAST ONE! In retrospect, I shouldn't have aimed my sights so high, because the environments I came up with managed to impress my teachers, but the character modeling and animation? Not so much. Still, I squeaked by my Thesis defense, and now all I need is a good portfolio to start putting myself out there.
4. SERIOUSLY AWESOME ROOMMATE! Yeah, she moved in during August of last year, but since then we've really grown to become sisters in Christ and I hope we don't part ways any time soon. She's the one who's really kicked my ass into gear with regards to all of the items on this list.
5. KITTIES! Having something to take care of and love and chase the clouds of depression away has done wonders for me. My roommate is trying to talk me into getting a dog, too. We'll see.

Things on my to-do list for next year:
1. BETTER TIME MANAGEMENT SKILLS! I so need to a) make a schedule and b) fucking STICK TO IT. I'm too easily distracted and my willpower is still weaksauce.
2. PORTFOLIO! It literally wouldn't kill me to spend at least an hour a day on some of the modeling / animation projects I want to do, but I've been dragging my feet about it.
3. EXERCISE ROUTINE! I've been trying to go on 30 minute walks once a day, but I really need to get into some kind of weight training thing to get the paunch off my belly and keep to the 125 ~ 130 pound range without needing to starve myself or get sick.
4. GET A JOB / LIFE / BOYFRIEND! In that approximate order. I do need to get out of the house and meet new people not over the internet. My Dad has pitched some interesting ideas to me, but most of those involve at the very least moving back to Orlando if not outright living with my folks again. I'm not all "oh my God I'll kill myself if I have to do that" any more, but it's still not something I really want to do, especially if it means that my Seriously Awesome Roommate will have to find somewhere else to live.

So due to circumstances that would take too long to explain, I find myself fighting my old enemy, a debilitating sense of inadequacy and "baww I'm not perfect enough" syndrome. And then when I get constructive criticism, my pride flares up and I'm all "how dare you criticize me and my masterpiece!"

It's like I can't be happy unless I'm miserable, goddamn.

I should be excited that I get to be a part of something where 1) I get paid the money I desperately need to pay the bills, 2) I get to show of my creativity, and 3) I get to brainstorm with an awesomely talented artist who doesn't mind mimicking my borderline weaboo art style. Instead I'm over here feeling sorry myself because I can't draw nearly as well as he can and coming up with a billion lame excuses to put off the basic character designs that he'd need to get to Stage 2, i.e., storyboarding the project that has been in FUCKING PLANNING STAGES SINCE LIKE FUCKING NOVEMBER OF LAST YEAR.

TL;DR Dot is being a passive aggressive bitch again, cry some more, etcetera.

Abraham Lincon!Medic

BRB, trying not to laugh myself to death.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bbH632PSpw

Yeesh, SOMEBODY has too much free time on their hands...

What ultra realistic modern warfare is REALLY like.

Ahahahaha.

( You may want to avoid the brain bleach )

I'm a horrible, horrible person.

I think I'll just let this speak for itself.

It's times like these that I wish I had bothered to learn Flash or more programming than "PRINT 'HELLO WORLD!'", because I have half a mind to try re-packaging TF2 as a 2D retraux Tower Defense Game wherein the player could command either RED or BLU. The gameplay would be similar, and I wouldn't have to make my own sound effects!

Trying to balance the classes would be a PITA, though, and I wouldn't begin to be able to decide how to implement unlockables.

In TF2chan, somebody wrote a letter pretending to be the Engineer, yelling at us for writing porn about him and his teammates. Much wank was had. So of course I decided to take the original premise and run with it.

( Take that Me! )

Hey, Capowers! Remember those Christmas carol songfics I used to write? Well, I got nostalgic and did a TF2 version.

( Capslock is the cruise control for cool )

This one was written on and off as a series of vaguely connected short stories. I may add to it in the future, I may not. We'll see.

( At least my word count this year will be enormous )

Having been inspired to write up a storm by the wonderful folks over at TF2Chan, I'll probably be dumping a number of "not quite finished, but not quite in progress" works here and possibly on my deviantArt account.

This one feels like it could continue, with more hot Sniper x Spy action (I'm kind of biased towards Snipers--alas, I can't resist those stupid sexy sideburns!) and a bit of backstory if I could only decide on a few plot points. But I'm already juggling too many plates as it is and I'm determined to not leave anything to die this time.

( Not safe for work! )

Thanks to TF2chan and the "[Class] & You" Meme popular there, I'm very tempted to try at least coming up with some ideas for a TF2-based Dating Sim.

( Darn you yet again, plot bunnies! )

A Dramatic Reading of Half Life Full Life Consequences

Clearly I've been doing something wrong in writing fanfiction, because nobody has ever done an awesome dramatic reading of my 'fics. :(

Title: RockmanX.exe
Premise: The next generation of internet navigational assistant programs is a little too human for comfort...
Words: 6627 (Including notes)
Commentary: Borderline Mary-Sue character, paper-thin plot that's a rehash of the X series...kind of sucky to leave it hanging when I could half-ass an ending out of this, but once again, MEH.

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Title: Misadventures in Tempting Fate
Premise: The World's Unluckiest Self Insert Long Long Ago in a Galaxy Far Far Away
Words: 1338
Commentary: Do I even have to explain why this one's getting kicked to the curb? Next time my brain gives me one of these ideas, remind me to tell it to shut the fuck up already.

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