Bah, so I'm sitting up in my room, a bit on the bored side because I've really got nothing better to do than sit on here and rant. So rant I shall do! Because it's fun. I WOULD randomly call one of my friends and pester them...but it's 1:40 in the morning and I don't think they'd be very happy with me if I woke them up. (That and I sound like I got hit by a truck, and I wouldn't make anyone sit through listening to that. That would just be cruel.) Especially since most of them have plans during the day...(You know, like work or school.) And yeh know, I'd probably be in bed right now myself. But alas! I'm sick, and my flu (whom of which is evil of epic proportions...) doesn't seem to want me to be comfortable. SO. I'm waiting for the cold meds to kick in, and then hopefully I'll be happy. You know, I never thought I'd be saying this, but I miss school. D: I miss hanging out with all of my friends. I mean, sitting around here day after day gets pretty boring after awhile. And not to mention depressing. @.@ (and trust me, school is WAY better than being stuck at home with the flu. It sucks.)

You know, I've been thinking. I really do enjoy using black and white mediums, however I believe it's time for me to move on to more...colorful things. Such as colored pencils and the like. I've begun to dabble with paint and pastel, and for not being quite familiar to those mediums quite yet I think I'm doing alright. I'm not the best, but I'll get better.

I really don't like having to upload my work with a camera...it destroys a lot of the quality of the work. D< And I work hard on those details, damn it! And now half of them don't even show up. I mean, c'mon now. But I suppose it's better than nothing. Ever since my scanner decided it hated my guts and committed suicide a few months ago, it's made me think about getting a tablet more and more. >.> It seems less bothersome than attempting to find someone with a scanner and begging them to let me use it. And/or going to Kinkos and PAYING them to let me use a scanner. Which is also a pain in the ass. Especially when you have to take a bus and walk to it on a ridiculously hot August afternoon... (Oh, oh! I feel a story coming!)

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Suku. Suku had been offered a spot on a site called Twitchblade Kreations to post her webcomic. Suku happily took this spot, and then ran off to go tell her friends Celeste and Veronica. They too, were artists. By some strange wave of inspiration, the three of them decided to work on the webcomic together, because they thought it would be fun. And then one afternoon, the deadline for this here webcomic snuck up behind them and bit them in the asses. Usually, this would have been no problem. But Celeste, Veronica and Suku were a taaaad behind on their work. And then through hard work and an all nighter, the girls finished their webcomic. The finalized product brought them much joy. But then something horrid happened...Suku realized that her scanner had declared its self EMO and tragically killed its self. Then Celeste, Veronica and Suku realized that they were screwed. So then together they planned to go to Kinkos to get their work scanned...but then shortly after that they realized that none of their parents were able to drive them, so they did the next best thing and took a bus. All was well, up until the point where they missed their stop and then had to walk a mile to get to Kinkos. Usually, this wouldn't be a problem, but it was quite warm and all three girls were dressed in black. So at last, they FINALLY got there. But Celeste forgot here thumb drive and so then suggested that they walk back to the shopping center next to the one they were in to go to Office Depo to go buy a memory storage device of some sort. And they did. But then they made the mistake of being cheap and bought writable disks instead of a new thumb drive, and walked back over to Kinkos. In the heat. Wearing Black. So THEN they were all happy because they were getting their stuff scanned, but then same to discover that the computer was unable to write files to the disks. Just when they thought all hope had been lost and the girls were about to give up, the very nice manage came to their aid and let them copy the files to his thumb drive, and then from there copied them onto the thumb drive they ended up buying from Kinkos. So then Suku had gotten back home later that evening, and was just about to turn her work in...when the Twitchblade Kreations site was having technical difficulties. So the deadline was changed once again to a later time.
Suku was not pleased.
The end.

>.>
Cold meds are starting to kick in now, I'ma head off.
Good night.
<3

Yes.
So I'm sitting here at home.
Bored out of my god damned mind, and miserable.
My head feels like it's going to explode, my nose is dripping down my face and I've been puking left and right. Fun, yes?

Anyways.
I'm gonna try to update more.
Although it probably isn't going to happen.
xD

You know, time really is a strange concept. Well, it's not really strange, seeing as we all deal with it every waking second (No pun intended) of our lives, but it is still something I have not yet come to understand. When you're anticipating something, it seems to pass too slowly and every moment becomes like kissing agony. Then when you're enjoying yourself, it seems to pass far too quickly. No matter how fast it goes by, it will always continue to move forward. It's the most consistent inconstant thing I believe I've ever come across.

At times of reflection I often find myself wondering what would happen if I could go back in time and change things I've done in the past. You know, we all have those mistakes we tie ourselves up in that are constantly prodding at our subconsciousness. And then every once in awhile something would happen to trigger that memory of a certain mistake, and it moves on from bugging your subconscious to pestering your consciousness, and then you can't stop thinking about it. Vicious cycle, that is. But then after I start to think about what would happen if I hadn't been at a certain place at a certain time, or what would happen if I hadn't been too lazy to just do something right the first time around instead of leaving it half-assed and making things worse in the long run. Then shortly after that, the big question hits me. If I didn't make those mistakes, however big or small, would it really make that large of a difference in who I am today? After that, more often than not, I decide that things are best the way they are and everything happens for a reason. I mean, they must, otherwise they wouldn't happen. That would just be pointless. And no one likes a pointless mishap...

But anyways, enough of my senseless rambles and on with the reason why I began thinking about this whole subject in the first place. Recently, I've been looking over old things. For example, my old sketchbooks, old journals, old pictures, and other things of the sort...so on and so fourth. You know, old things that we loved so much back when they were more recent, but slowly lost their value as time moved forward. Mind you, they still had sentimental value and remind us of who we were as a person, but who we are now isn't quite who we were then. And let me tell you, I was not someone to be proud of way back when. Not someone worth mentioning. I was just kinda...there. Sure I had my interests and all that other fun stuff, but I hadn't really found or done the things that clicked and slid into place just right. You know, all the little things that make me who I am right now, as I'm sitting here and typing this to whoever feels like reading it. I am quite proud of the progress I've made, in the sense of developing as a person. Sure, some of my qualities have developed for the worst, but to counter those I have a few good ones that make up for the bad ones. We all have them, but sometimes it's not so easy to see something when we're trying to judge ourselves. Looking back at my old stuff, I feel like I've made a huge accomplishment...but I know this is only the beginning of a long journey. I hope to continue improving as an artist, a musician, a writer, and more importantly, a person as a whole.

...And I slithered off topic again. DAMN YOU, SHORT ATTENTION SPAN! Anywho, I was looking through some old sketchbooks, and how I used to draw damn near made me gag. Actually, truth be told, most of the art I've uploaded on DA makes me gag. I was terrible. I'm so happy I've improved. (Speaking of which, I'll have to fix that and upload more recent drawings and such when my scanner decides to be nice again.) Wow. I ranted for so long, only to get to this little paragraph said. That's a bit sad, I need to work on staying on topic.

Going back to the whole time spiel, time still baffles me. I mean, how slowly it seems to drag along when you're living in the moment, and then how quickly it seems to have slipped through your fingertips after it's all said and done. I mean, really. It seems like only a few months ago I was living through freshmen year of high school. You know, starting at the very bottom of the chain. Not knowing what's going on and a bit frightened. Short and squeaky. And now, I'm about to start my Junior year. I have a bit of a better sense of what's going on and how to deal with things...but I'm still short and squeaky. >.>;; Perhaps the short and squeaky area is one of the few where time hasn't exactly been on my side. Ah, well. You win some and yeh lose some, I suppose.

In that short period of time, I've learned exactly what love is, fallen in love, lost and then then regained love, and still am in love. Love is also a terrifying concept. I've also learned how easily and quickly love can be warped into a sick, twisted obsession that takes over you like a deranged passion. Another frightening thought is being so hopelessly in love with someone who you may never actually get the chance to be with before time snatches them away from you, and you've also let them, much like time its self, slip through your fingertips. But let's leave that topic for another night's rant, shall we?

I guess what I'm trying to say is, cherish every moment you've got, no matter how small it seems it is important in the long run. And don't waste the time you've got now looking back and regretting things you've done or could have prevented. Changing things that have already come to pass is impossible and never gets anything done.

Laters and all that other Jazzy stuffs,
K.A. Suku

So I'm sitting here at the computer, after hours of desperately trying to make myself fall asleep. It's almost 2 AM, and I think I shall go try again in a few minutes. But in the mean time, I need something to do...and no one I particularly want to talk to is online at the moment. Well, besides Nick, but he's not really talking much.

With what few minutes I have before I go and try to fall asleep again, I think I'm going to rant about the things that have happened recently that piss me off.

The first one being I hate my summer school class. I have to sit in Algebra for five hours, and it makes my head spin. My class is full of sluts who wear so skin tight clothes their boobs are practically hanging out of them, and most of the guys are either "Gangsta" or complete idiots. I'm the quite girl who sits in the back of the class who no one pays attention to, like always. There is one person who doesn't look like a complete idiot, but he pretty much wants nothing to do with me what so ever. Every time I've tried talking to him he just stares at me, nods his head and then ignores me. It annoys me to no end...

Next on my list. Last Fourth of July. I WAS planning on staying home so I could talk to my Yamapple, but alas, the family had other plans for my miserable life. They ended up dragging me along to DC and invited one of my mother's friends. in the Sun, which made me uber sick, and I had my mother's friend trying to put his arm around me the entire time. It was NOT fun.

That's all for now...