#head troubles

[runaway-train-hopper]

I didn't have to call anybody crying tonight and that was my goal so all is sweet.

[girlinthewolfhat]

I don’t know what drugs to take to successfully alter the state that my mind has been in as of late, something is eating away at my brain

Of Space and Time - City and Colour

[takingthenerds-toisengard]

So, Ivy told me to post this...

Well, I started another Dramione story yesterday. It really sucks, but she liked it and is (through the internet) holding a gun at my face. So if any of you wish to read Chapter One (I doubt it), here it is...

Chapter One

There it was, laying on her bed. The thick envelope with usual insignia on it. Her Hogwarts letter. The sight of it filled her with a bit of despair. After their battle with Voldemort and the Death Eaters, Professor McGonagall decided the school year would be repeated and those who had not attended could recontinue. At that moment, Hermione excitedly sent the professor an owl explaining her wish to attend Hogwarts for the seventh year- with which the professor replied in excitement.

Much to her dismay though (even if she may have suspected it) Harry and Ron had decided to not show up for their final year. Instead they had been immediately initiated into the Auror program. Even though Hermione disapproved, she couldn’t blame them. The Auror program was fairly hard to get into and normally included a year-long wait… If you were lucky. Not to mention, the training was absolutely brutal.

As Hermione sat down at her desk with the letter, she realized it was a bit heavier than normal. She grabbed the letter opener and quickly sliced open the top. There, in the package, was a shiny badge that stated ‘Head Girl’. She was absolutely ecstatic, though not completely surprised. 

She walked out of her bedroom and walked around her flat continuing to gather her things. After she, Ron, and Harry had tracked down her parents and returned their memories, she felt it a bit awkward to go back to living with them. They still stayed in close contact though. In fact, her parents paid for her flat’s monthly rent. They told her they would pay for her flat for a whole year if she was attending school again as she couldn’t really have a job. As she walked into the kitchen however, her fireplace lit up bright green. Someone was calling through the Floo.

She approached it steadily with her wand at the ready, just in case. The Ministry was still gathering up the last of the Death Eaters, and her being one of the helpers to bringing down Voldemort sort of meant they hated her, very much so. She tapped her wand against the fireplace so she could answer the call. Then a stern face appeared in her fireplace and she sighed in relief.

“Ah. Miss Granger, I certainly hope I wasn’t disturbing you,” Professor McGonagall said in a calm voice while looking at Hermione’s wand. “I see that you are still wary of the threats out there, good for you,” the professor stated while giving Hermione one of her rare smiles. “I assume you have gotten your Hogwarts letter already?”

Hermione relaxed a bit in the face of the professor before replying, “Of course. I only just opened it. Thank you professor, what an honor it is to be Head Girl,” she started to gush.

“Nonsense, Miss Granger! Who else would be a better Head Girl? What with your grades and helping end the Dark Times. That is actually what this call is about though,” McGonagall said in a slightly more business-like voice. “As you know, being a Head means you have more responsibilities. I was hoping to have a meeting the day before the start of term with you and the Head Boy concerning a few.. terms. One of which being interhouse unity. Also, a plan of action for trying to keep children, as well as their parents, calm and assure them the school is safe.”

“Of course, Headmistress,” Hermione said, now in complete business mode. “What time should I Floo over to the school, so that the Floo Network will not have to stay open long?” she asked.

“Will noon work for you? I have already spoken to the Head Boy and he agrees around that time would be fine with him,” Hermione nodded her agreement before the professor continued, “and Miss Granger, please do not overreact when you see who you shall be working with this year.”

With that, the headmistress left and the green fire blew out. Hermione sat for a bit, wondering who the Head Boy would be, before remembering she was in the middle of packing. She looked towards the calendar hanging on her fridge. It was already August 27. She had three days before her meeting and four days until the term began. Not to mention, she still had not even bought all of her supplies! 

At that note, she quickly picked up her mobile and dialed the number to the cell phone she had bought for Ginny. After the third ring, her friend answered with a cheery, “Hello ‘Mione. What’s up?”

Hermione grinned at the sound of her close friend’s voice. “You sound awfully perky today. Good, I want to hear all about it in 20 minutes. We need to go shopping!” she grinned waiting for Ginny’s response.

“Oh! Perfect! I needed to get some new clothes… I will meet you in the Leaky Cauldron in 15?” Ginny stated in a questioning tone, to make sure it was alright.

“Wonderful. See you then.” Hermione said before hanging up. She really did need some new clothes too. She looked down and realized that she was still in her sweats. She sighed before walking into her closet and grabbing a pair of dark skinny jeans and a pink V-neck shirt. 

She quickly changed and made sure her hair was not frizzy. Not that she really needed to, ever since she had tried creating that potion in third year. It worked, her hair was never frizzy, but she couldn’t wash it out or anything. Not that she was complaining. On that moment, she realized that it had already been seventeen minutes and grabbed her purse, sticking her wand inside of it, before apparating to the Leaky Cauldron.

Thoughts on the crappiness guys?

[nicolemakesart-blog]

Guess What Guys, I'm Gerard Way Now xD

So apparently the pain I've been in these last two weeks wasn't because of migranes.

I have an absessed tooth that no one knew about.

Just in case you were wondering, absessed just means broken and decayed. I am slightly ashamed of this fact, just because I knew I broke my tooth. I knew it was giving me pain. And I knew I wasn't taking as good of care of it as I should have been. But I didn't tell anybody 'casue I thought I could handle it.

Hahah, no!

But anyways, I'm getting it taken care of. And pretty soon I'll be easy peasy pumpkin pie mofo. So I'm going to go eat a fiber bar and regret nothing.

This is me turning over a new leaf.

[nicolemakesart-blog]

Ugh, okay... I really don't know how I can put this simply, so I'm just going to start spewing out thoughts.

Went to the doctor today. There's nothing wrong with my brain, I just need to go every now and then to the neurologist to make sure I'm okay. My left eyes is still really fucked up, but now I know exactly what's wrong (far sighted, lazy eye, and astigmatism) so we can fix it. And I'm not blind.

Second, I don't have any Warped spam for today. My spam has just gotten sort of lack-luster because of the way I just pick and post. So I want to go through and pick out some good shots and post good quality spam.

Then carnival spam.

As well as art. I want to start doing something like Kat Von D does and post a sketchbook page every day. Because that way I have an art post for every day, and I draw every day. Which is fantastic.

Which brings me to my next bit. Tumblr has become a dear paswt-time of mine. And as much as I love it, it honestly makes me want to shoot myself every now and then. I mean, all the posts are fabulous! But it makes me so aware that I haven't been doing anything. I've started up again with "Spill Your Guts," but it just feels blah... Everything I've done since "Besitos" has been blah (in my impossibly high eye of standards). Quality is something that is really important to me, because if I start doing anything half-assed, from cleaning to drawing to posting, it just means I'm becoming more and more mediocre wth the passing of time. So I'm trying to work though that. It's not easy, buit everything I do brings me closer...

Long story short, I'm thinking about queing up a few days worth of art, Warped spam, and quotes, and just shutting down my computer. This is a rash decision as of right now, so I'm going to put some thought into it...

It probably doesn't even matter. And it'll probably go unnoticed, but if it does happen, I just want the ones paying attention to be clued in. Because I care.

So anyways, be expecting that.

I'll probably post "Besitos" up right now. Then a quote, and I'm done for the night...

Love and respect. Always. <3

PS- Can anyone teach me how to use the 'Read More' option of my posts?

[nicolemakesart-blog]

Drink Your Fluids.... Seriously

Alright, so I'm not even going to lie- I don't have Warped spam, and I haven't even looked at my dash today. I can barely stand my computer screen and it's bugging the hell out of me. My head doesn't necessarily hurt to look at the screen, but it aches enough make me loose focus on what I'm doing.

Honestly, if whatever the hell is wrong with me continues, it's going to destroy my life. Honestly. I'm iritable. I'm constantly chugging water so I always have to pee. I can't look at anything bright. I can't draw. I can't read. And I can't sleep, both in the sense that I can't get comfortable enough to drift off and I can't take cat naps all the time to kill the pain. I swear, I almost wish something was wrong but at the same time I'm fucking terrified, y'know? Gah...

I have an eye appointment and a neurology appointment tomorrow, so hopefully we can clear some issues up. I'll keep you guys posted...

Hopefully I'll have some spam up tonight. If not, I'll try and have double tomorrow, but it's gonna be a looooong day... As always, love and respect.

Oh! And on a side note, be sure and check out Get Scared's new album, "Best Kind of Mess" 'cause I freakin' love it.

[livesinjeans-blog-blog]

At Long Wait

"Realized alot. of stuff last night. The whole night my mind was racing, my emotions were up and then down; like a roller coaster. It's trippy to see just where your mind can take you if you let it.... and crazy hw without even talking, you and someone else in the room can be sending waves to each other and speaking in your minds minds'.

The biggest thing that hit me last nigt: I was watching this movie called "Switch", and let me say it was quite the trip. The main character, one of, Jennifer Anniston, realizes she is getting old, and se may never find that ne person to have a child with, so she considers going to a place to sperm ank thing. The wjhole movie revolves around her, this one guy, whoms sperm she accepts, and another man, who end up being a close second call. The whole movie is each character looking at their own lives and understanding what they have done to get there, while the movie is also her determining whos sperm she is to use. While in the movie, she is speaing to the two men, she never actually meets them, its all a metaphor for her viewing their files. Then, the main guy, this kids donor, he speaks to this other guy about what choices in his life made him do certain things, and why he cant seem to grasp anyting; but the old man is really himself at another life stage. It takes him to a crazy flashback of who he was in college at this party and why he feels the way he does about kids. I definately recommend this movie :)

But, as I was saying, when the movie hit me the way it did last night, I realized that theers not another single person that I could be with and be as happy as I am when I'm with you. Even whether you feel the same or not, I've realized that the way you make me feel and who I am when I'm around you; not a single other can match that. I also came to the conclusion lat night, that the time has definitely come for me to share that with you. Whether the outcome is grand or heartbreaking, I cannot continue to wait out each day in hopes of seeing you the next possible time, when and if it means nothing. Every time I am with you again, it kills me at teh end of the night, to say goodbye, not having any grasp of when I'm going to see you again; sometimes it may even span out to five or six months until we find time to be with each other; But I always wait it out, hoping, knowing you will be back; and you always return. 

Last night, i overcame my fears and doubts of sharing my feelings with you, and I have finally prepared myself for any possible outcome.