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name: Raine [ I'm very much female. girl parts and all ]
age: 23
loves: music, Dir En Grey, art, reading, Kuja, Sephiroth
hates: light, sunburns, sunlight, Twilight series
wants: strawberries
a little more about me: I'm an artist (duh) and I try to submit here as much as I can, but SA is more confusing to me than dA or Y! hosting....you can find me at those places too, but to view my Y! hosting, you must be a member.
my Y!: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/watanabeyuki/
It's been a year since I've even been here? Wow.....starting to notice a trend.....honestly, until tonight, I forgot this place even existed. I've been here for quite a long time.....my account seems to have collected dust during my phase of inactivity. I should give an update as to what's been going on that just made me not want to produce any type of art/fan art/fan fiction.
nearly 8 months ago, I lost my dad to cardiac arrest. He was only 48 years old, and had been battling brain cancer for exactly two years. In December of 2008, the outlook was grim, but he survived two brain aneurysms and a stroke. March of 2009, he passed away 36 hours and 20 minutes after having a heart attack. This was quite possibly the hardest thing I had to go through, because he had been there my whole life, gave me attention when my mom was too busy lavishing all of her attention to my older and youngest sisters. My dad kept things balanced by giving most of his attention to me and my other sister. All I can say now is that a dumb breakup with someone I was with for nearly 6 months is really mediocre and had no affect on my life other than forcing me home where I spent the last two years my dad had left with him, so I actually have that mediocre occurance to thank for that. I had spent my time at home since December with my dad while my mom and two sisters went out a lot and had fun. I sacrificed my time for something more important, and not once did I complain about having to stay home all the time with my dad. I did it out of love. During those four months, I became very close to my dad, and when he died, it hit me very hard. But I got to say four words to him. My last words to him were "I love you, daddy", said between sobs. When they transferred him over to the hospice care hospital, before they even arrived with him, I was crying uncontrollably. In the end, I'm glad I got to tell him one last time that I love him, and even kiss him good bye. The memorial was beautiful. There was no funeral, his last wishes were to be cremated and his ashes spread out to sea. He is currently on a ship, waiting to be spread out to sea like he wished.
In May, we moved out of the house we spent the last 19 1/2 years in. We could no longer afford it, and since we can no longer afford this house either, we have to move yet again. I'm unhappy that we have to spend 5 months in one place before moving to another, much smaller place. My mom wasted her money having new carpet put into a house that doesn't belong to us, especially since we're not staying in this house. We're moving from a large 3 bedroom 2 bathroom with a large front yard and fenced in back yard to a much smaller 2 bedroom 1 bathroom, where you have to go through one bedroom to get to the other bedroom. I am very unhappy about this, especially since mom's been spending money we need to live off of on crap that she doesn't even need. She buys a new pair of shoes twice a month, and has pairs of shoes she's never even worn before. Same with clothes. She buys clothes for herself, doesn't care that I have clothes that are old, too small, and falling apart. I don't have a job because no one will hire me because I'm.....not exactly quick witted, nor am I a fast learner. They don't want someone that will slow down production. Ever since being put on abilify [thank goodness I'm off of that now] my memory has gone down the drain.
But they put me on a new medication......I now sleep through a good portion of the day, regardless of whether I go to bed at 9pm or 4am. It's worse when I go to bed at 9pm because I end up sleeping until between 2 and 4:30 pm. But when I go to bed between 2 and 4:30am, I sleep a lot less, usually waking up around 2 or 3 pm. 10-12 hours of sleep vs 17-19 hours of sleep. It doesn't help that I'm extremely groggy and zombie like when I wake up.....the only coherent though I have when waking up is "coffee". By that, I mean the glass bottles of the starbucks mocha frappaccino.
Also....in April, we got another dog.....a puggle. Her name is Ginger.....and I honestly wish I could tell people I have the best dog in the world, well behaved.....what I got was a smaller, female version of Marley [think Marley and Me]she bites, jumps on you, tears stuff up......but we love her anyways. I really don't want her to change, other than the biting part, that is.....because it hurts when she bites. She does really well when it comes to medical stuff and riding in the car......when she got spayed, she didn't chew at or irritate her stitches in any way. I was kind of hoping it would mellow her out a bit, but.....all it did was make her fat. She weighs easily around 25 pounds, which is huge for a small dog......but I think it's because she's half beagle as well as half pug. She's got the beagle body, pug face and tail.....
For those of you who read all of that.....wow....I'm surprised I didn't bore you....
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