Hey, everyone!
I've recently decided that I needed my own, hand-drawn user pic.
Of course, I love drawing avatars because they're small and quick to color.
But as I was coloring...I wondered,
"What color scheme is this meant to be?"
I quickly decided to make several so I could change them, depending on my mood.
GENIUS!

I dedicate these pics to the first season ending theme for FullMetal Alchemist!
This style of coloring was directly insipired from that.












Hm.
While I'm on the subject...
Anybody else watch Family Guy?
American Dad?
Futurama?

I have a problem about drawing.
I can't really draw unless I feel...inspired. Inspired meaning, I have to either be in either a really good mood or a really bad one.
If I try drawing while in an in-between mood,
I get really frustrated because my pictures look horrible.

Luckily, I've gotten into a weird mood.
Don't know what that is,
but you'll understand once I finish this picture.
It's a picture I've wanted to draw for a long time, since maybe...
a year ago?
Well, that's okay! It at least gives me hope for all the other projects I've abandoned.

Meh.
I needed to post something.

Yes, I am alive.
And, in case you didn't know, my name is Faben and I am ink2's daughter.
I'm sure you've heard a lot about me (if not, check out imk2's journal) because she sure has brought me up quite a few times. I've just finished scouring all of her entries...and all I have to say is...

Wow, my mother writes like a sixth grader.

Like, really? Does she talks to all of her adult friends like that?
I'm honestly asking!

Truthfully, I think the infinite wisdom of adulthood is quite a disappointment.
Maybe it's just the fact that most adults (usually the younger ones) seem to think they are superior to children. The same goes for children themselves. It's like...grade-school rivalry!

I don't think that adults have forgotten what it is like to be a kid, so I'm not sure what's causing it.
( I mean, really, I've made one of my teachers cry and another one of my teachers humiliated in front of our principal...twice...each.)

I am not only using my mother as an example to create a stereotypical assumption.
Many times, when I was very young, I sat and listened to adult conversations. Things like religion, how the earth was created, etcetera... I always listened in on them, and I thought that they were so amazing and smart.
But now, I understand "the big words" and I really know what adults talk about...
Somehow, it reminds me of "Flower's for Algernon."
Do you know that book? It's about a retarded man who undergoes an operation that ups his intelligence.
Once he is able to understand the world around him, he realizes just how disappointing everyone is.
They're not as smart as they were when he was stupid.

But I'm sitting here, listening...
listening to all the things that spew from my mom's mouth when she is not directly speaking to me.

I don't even talk about half the things my mother talks about.
I mean...who cares about hair styles?! Who cares about who's dating who?! Who cares about worthless celebrities?! Who cares about that certain person who can't stand to be around but you hang out with anyway?!
Didn't you ever leave high school???

Yeah,
maybe I'm just a little kid talking out of my butt.


ps. This entry does not apply to all adults.
pps. I've just realized everyone on this site is an adult.
ppps. Oh no...