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Duct tape boots-almost done

My boots, made from what else? tape!

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Hey, I'm me, I'm random, I do duct tape art. That ^ will change when i get around to it, but I decided i should put up an ID, and yes, I know there is a watermark, I just felt like putting it on

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  • Current Residence: the state of insanity (membership required)
  • deviantWEAR sizing preference: I'm a woman! don't you know not to ask us things like this?! (but small.. or xxxsmall)
  • Interests: drawing, duct tape, fencing, writing, music, hanging w/ friends
  • Favourite movie: uh.....
  • Favourite band or musician: Flyleaf, Good Charlotte, Three Days Grace, Between the Trees, just to name a few
  • Favourite genre of music: all, but rap and hiphop *gags*
  • Favourite poet or writer: uhh...
  • Favourite photographer: Warhol
  • Favourite style of art: anything fun and random, like that stupid stuff made from anything on sides of roads!
  • MP3 player of choice: hm.. i liked my zen, but it broke too much, so ipod?
  • Shell of choice: does anybody actually know what they mean here?
  • Skin of choice: or here?
  • Favourite gaming platform: GBA and DS
  • Favourite cartoon character: SNOOPY!!!
  • Personal Quote: Shiny Sharpie! Shiny Sharpie!
  • Tools of the Trade: brain, paper and pencil, or duct tape and exacto knife

Turkey day?

Thu Nov 26, 2009, 7:14 AM
AHHHH!!! I had a whole big rant here, and accidentally hit the backspace button while I wasn't in a text box, it went back to the previous page and deleted EVERYTHING!!! so now to try to reform it...

Okay, so as most Americans know, today is Thanksgiving, in other words, an excuse to close businesses and schools, get together with family, and stuff you face. Or at least, that's what most people see it as, the true meaning of Thanksgiving has been lost, it was actually to celebrate the harvest, how many of you knew that? Not many I bet, I think that, if I were to head to New York City and ask people who are watching the parade what the meaning is, they would say something about the pilgrims (which is true in a sense, they celebrated the "first" Thanksgiving) or just give me a blank stare. To be honest, I'm not one for holidays, having an extremely dysfunctional family, whenever they get together, it results in (from the adults) arguments, drunkenness, and belittling of the children, and from the children, boredom, being upset, and the older ones (such as my one cousin and I) watching all the others to be sure they don't get into trouble and to be sure her two year old half-brother doesn't get hurt. This is my mom's side. My dad's side, I no longer associate with, my dad included, but I hardly even know anybody on that side of the family. If I could, I would hole up in my room every holiday, and would be perfectly content with eating left over Chinese food (which I actually did several years ago, I refused to go into my aunt's with my dad because I was just tired of it, so I sat in the car for probably about three hours practicing flute, reading, and eating left over veggie lo mein, which the sad thing is, that was probably my best Thanksgiving) But really, on the days when everybody is supposed to be out celebrating and happy, I would prefer to sit in my room alone, reading, playing flute, piccolo, keyboard, listening to music, playing computer, sleeping, writing, anything!

On a happier note, yesterday, I went to a nearby music store and rented a piccolo, which I seem to be doing pretty well on seeing as it can take a while to get accustomed to the embouchure, but I can play every thing that I can on my flute on the piccolo, including the Super Mario Bros theme song (excluding three notes that don't exist on piccolos) and I may be getting a Piccolo of my own for Christmas!

  • Mood: Rant
  • Listening to: Flyleaf- Memento Mori
  • Reading: what i'm writing
  • Watching: letters appear on the screen
  • Playing: the game... yes, you just lost it XD
  • Eating: not turkey

Comments


:iconevnscntecho:
I'm commenting on your page
:iconlittlejlev:
will it let me reply??

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Not a freak of nature, a freak BY nature!

People who haven't met me think I never talk; people who know me wish it was true.

Silence is golden, duct tape is whatever color you want it to be.
:iconlittlejlev:
:D

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Not a freak of nature, a freak BY nature!

People who haven't met me think I never talk; people who know me wish it was true.

Silence is golden, duct tape is whatever color you want it to be.
:icondarkskada:
Hiya. Thanks for adding What Happened to Your Arm? to your favourites. ^_^

Your duct tape stuff ish Teh Awesomes. <3

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"Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road, no other way. No day but today." - RENT
:iconlittlejlev:
no problem, some of them are really funny :D

And thanks! Little hobby I picked up a few months ago, current project: patchwork bag (more of purse, but I say its a bag to make me feel better :) ) but if I ever make a full sized bag, I may end up in a padded room... :D

--
Not a freak of nature, a freak BY nature!

People who haven't met me think I never talk; people who know me wish it was true.

Silence is golden, duct tape is whatever color you want it to be.
:iconpalmtreeicicle:
Hi Julia! :)
This is Sarah, from camp! Your duct tape stuff is so awesome!
:iconlittlejlev:
haha :D thanks!

--
Not a freak of nature, a freak BY nature!

People who haven't met me think I never talk; people who know me wish it was true.

Silence is golden, duct tape is whatever color you want it to be.
:iconblue-pizza123:
Sup?

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Queen of all zombies~
:iconlittlejlev:
not much, watching a movie and being bored :D

--
Not a freak of nature, a freak BY nature!

People who haven't met me think I never talk; people who know me wish it was true.

Silence is golden, duct tape is whatever color you want it to be.

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