GAH. I was fine until about twenty minutes ago, and then I started feeling sick. One second I was painting a pony, the next my ears were ringing, my nose was fucking gushing, and my throat was killing
me. When I went to look in the mirror, there are red stripes all down the back of my throat. ><;
I should have known when I woke up feeling okay this morning. >>;
Sooo I took some cold pills to help with my nose
I've gone through half a freaking box of kleenex in 20 minutes
and once they kick in (should be any time now) and it stops fucking running off my face
, I'll start working on Sakura again. Not anime-related Sakura, just the name I gave the pony I'm working on right now.
BTW, I forgot to mention a conversation I had with Grandma while I was at her place; she was telling me, one day a couple months ago she was excersizing (she does so for an hour every morning in the basement), she looked down and there was a black and yellow butterfly sitting on the ground next to the eliptical trainer. She didn't think anything of it, and kept going, and a few minutes later when she was finished, she looked again, and it was still there. So she headed off to get dressed and everything and later on that day when she went down again it was gone.
For some reason, it made her think of Grandpa. And ever since then she's been attracted to butterflies; while I was out shopping with her on Tuesday she pointed out countless things with butterflies on them.
But she told me that, and it reminded me of something I'd heard; butterflies are supposed to be a message from someone who's passed on. Or, they can be anyway. Just to say "I'm here", you know? So I mentioned it to her... and she just started to cry. >>; I felt bad, but she told me it was happy tears. Then we talked about Grandpa for a while, and we both cried off-and-on about it.
I haven't really talked about Grandpa much since he died, and I haven't cried almost at all, but it was kind of nice, strange as that sounds. Like I wasn't bottling things up as much anymore, which I know I do all the time. I don't like people to worry about me, so I just shove everything down and try to forget about it.
Anyway, butterflies. I didn't tell her because the conversation drifted, but the day that Grandpa died when we went up to Bracebridge to say goodbye to him after he was gone, it was a bright sunny summer day out, and I saw more butterflies out that day than I did for the entire summer before or after, or any other summer I can think of. They were everywhere, and it was strangely comforting.
Yeah. This post is really random.
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