Everything looks so beautiful after it rains, and the sun comes out. All the sin of the world has been washed out, and everything is bright, clean, new.

It's beautiful, simple.

I adore it.

~~Brought To You By Willow~~

Competition!

The first Deviant who can name the artist and the song that my last nine journal entiries [Including this one] reference, excepting 'Damaged' on Mar 17th, [And some of these are really obscure], I will give a three month subscription. And those who are already subscribed, I will draw their OC [or even themselves] in my art style, as a gift!

Hehe. Good luck. There are clues everywhere ^.^

EDIT: Also, March 14th, because not even I'm sure of the name of that one.

SO that's eight names, and the references are as follows.

Indie Rock 'N' Roll For Me - Guessed by

Without Faith, A Cross Is Just Iron

No One Knows Who We Are There - Guessed by

The Ones That Make You Come Unglued - Guessed by

Go Back To Sleep - Guessed by

The Blood Of Reptiles

I Don't Really Care What Gentlemen Prefer.

I Won't Let The Woogyman Come

~~Brought To You By Willow~~

Please, kill me.

Just a little death would be fine, not too much, I mean, if you have the time?

No? Aw, fine. I'll live just to spite you.

My incredible weekend was ruined by a shithouse Monday. But let me start from the beginning.

Thursday nihgt: I could anticipate the horrible, frosty annoying weekend I was going to have with my housemate, pissed off as she was again [as alwayse] with me, so I rabg the boys, and they came to rescue me! SO, off I went to Bridgetown, the angered screams of my housemate echoing behind me. A great weekend was had by all, with 'Random Sketchy Doom' produced soemwhere in the midst of all that crazy. I seriously don't get it. When I have no time, I get more art done than if I have all the time in the world.

Okay, I get a lift home from my dad, who is pretty great now I never see him, and I get home, have a shower and put on some comfortable clothes. I go downstairs to cook me some steak and veg, when there's a knock on the door. And there's Chris and Sam, with a fourpack of vodka each, and some red bull, and Cass shows up ten minutes later with a full bottle of vodka and some coke. Hours pass.

I woke up this morning feeling relatively healthy, considering the hell I'd put myself through the night before, and went downstairs to make myself a coffee and have some NoDoz, when I slice my foot open on a shard of glass [I went to bed before everyone else, cause I have work today] So I'm hobbled before I even have a chance to get coffee in me, I step around the snoozing couple on the floor, wade my way through the empty bottles, and avoid the vomit. [EVeryone was sick that night] And IO majke myself some coffee. After drinking half of it, it accours to me that this milk could be expired, and guess what? IT IS! A whole week expired, to be fussy about detail... So, the work that I finally got to, that was designed to take one hour, maybe two, Took me four hours, because I was being sick every couple of minutes. And to top it all off, the Coffin Cheaters [A dangerous Bikie gang in Australia] just so happened to be staying at the motel, and came in for breakfast, after we had shut for the day. But, you see, what the coffin cheaters want, the coffin cheaters get. SO I had to get all the breakfast out, and they got a full cooked breakfast. Not to mention the ass-slaps I got every time I walked past with a tray. They trashed the motel room, trashed the resteraunt. and nearly ran over the cat. Trust me, when I got home, I was glad to be there. That is, until I realised that SAM HAD GIVEN ME HER GODS DAMNED COLD! AND SHE HAD EATEN ALL OF THE DAMNED COLD AND FLU MEDS! So, I'm suffering, with the first moment of time to myself, hiding in my room, typing this.

Oh yeah, I'm so poor I had to scrounge of inscence this week, so I couldn't get around to buying candles. So you webcam watchers of mine, and you know who you are, you're going to have to wait at least a week for any patented Willow goodness. Sorry. Send me meds.

SO emo right now, but I truly want to die for a little while. Wake up in a few days and smile. Until then, I hate everything.

Also, I miss you. You know who you are.

~W

~~Brought To You By Willow~~

Lack of updatage is totally not my fault.

Saturday night, I fell down the stairs, and after lots of

screaming and over use of my favourite word, my

housemate's parents drove me to the hospital, because I

had no health insurance, and an ambulance ride is 400

dollars, one way. The general consensus of the people

watching me lying on the ground screaming, [who were my

housemate, her parents, and poor who had

come to visit] was that my arm was dislocated. When they

said this, I flipped the fuck out, because last time I got

a dislocated shoulder, I was paralysed for a long while.

So we double timed it to the hospital, where they asked me

all sorts of embarassing questions, like my entire medical

history, my details [like my weight -shaaaame-] and, worst

of all, where my parents were. They had the good graces

to look somewhat suprised when the answer was a tearful 'I

don't know'.

So, they agve me some cool drugs, and sent me on my way,

with my arm in a sling. Lucky we stole 's

cane last time he was over, because I needed that to get

around. It turned out that my arm wasn't dislocated, I am

just built with funny arms. A manufacturing error. I

should sue.

I got a few days off work, and my arm's out of the sling,

so I can draw now, but dont expect me = codene does not

equal coherent art.

Cheers,

~ W

~~Brought To You By Willow~~

So, I'm writing this in notepad, reading 's comics, giggling to myself, drinking and smelling the odd collection of odours of feet, dragon's blood inscence, and pie, which currently makes up my room.I don't like it -wrinkles nose in disgust-

So I had the wake today. I thought it would be easy, "Yeah, it'll be two hours" They said. "It'll be a bit of extra cash" They assured me. THEY LIED! ...Well, not about the cash bit, butthe two hours thing? THEY LIED!

SO, FOUR HOURS LATER, the night shift girl comes and releives me of my duties, as I had been at work since 6:30 AM!!

My feet hurt.

It still smells like feet and pie.

>.<

Check out , Cause he's cool and I said I'd link him.

Also, Check out cause he's writing a storey caqlled 'Eternal Heroes', and apparently I'MA BE IN IT!

-glee-

EDIT!!

So, I walked to Bridgetown today. I hitchhiked, actually. I got there, stood on the main street, and then realised, stupidly, that I had no idea where anyone lived. So, sighing, and emptying the blood out of my shoes, I walked/hitchhiked back. I got home around nowish, and this makes me realise how incredibly lonely I am. Also, stupid. I mean, all I had was my clothes on my back and the fangs on my teeth, and no idea of where any of my Bridgetown friends lived [except for , but it was midnight, and I didn't want to bother his folks.] and I expected to just go? I wasn't expecting to end up in Brdgetown when I left the house at nine, knowing that even though I had suffered through a fourteen hour shift at work, I was not in the least bit tired.

Also, some stupid woman yelled at me to go home, out of a window. That made me cry, because I rea.lised I had this poky little flat [which I don't want to be in, especially not with my housemate, who I hate], and i had NO WHERE ELSE to go. That was a terrible feeling.

My feet still hurt, but more now. I actually made them bleed. There's a party across the street, so it's going tor be even harder to get to sleep. I'm going to try, though. Insomnia is a terrible thing.

Also, my bridgetown friends, tell me where the fsck you live, so next time, I'll have somewhere to stay when my feet give out, and I run out of bandages to mop up my feet. Also, I miss you guys.

Well, happy roamings, netzfans.

~ The Great W

~~Brought To You By Willow~~