Nissun

Literally, two things:

I have a blog at blogspot, which I use to post doodles I make on the margins of my notes. I may post something else in the future, but for now it's just that. I thought it would be better than flooding my gallery, or my scrapbook, with them. And most of them are crap, but I like to keep track of them just in case.

And I also recently made a tumblr. However, I'm not using it to post art, but screenshots of some videogames I play (mostly the Sims). So yeah, it's more for fun than for art, but still I mention it just in case.

I was browsing google images when I came across one of my latest pieces of fanart on tumblr (This CLU/Rinzler one) . I don't know how the damned thing works, because I didn't see any comments anywhere, but it had been linked and/or "reposted" quite a few times. It's amazing! I totally didn't expect that. Sure they are incredibly popular characters, but come on, the picture is quite tame. I can't imagine what would happen if I drew something more... spicy.

Well yeah, it's a rant.

I'm just tired. I'm just tired of so, soooo many things.

It wasn't inteded at anyone over here, not even Deviantart.com itself (I'm still mad with them for some reasons, but other awesome features I've come to love have kinda balanced that hate out)

I just... I live in a fucking matchbox. I was gonna say shoebox, but I share room with my sister so that makes the total space available for myself more like a matchbox.

I can't comfortably work in sizes bigger than A3. My mother got mad because I stained the carpet with charcoal. The very same carpet that has a natural, disgusting grey coating of dust and fluff all over it. Whenever I want to work on my desk, I have to clear it up if I want some decent workspace. So I take the things and I put them on my bed. If I want to sit or sleep on the bed, I have to take those things and put them back on my desk.

My wardrobe is full of clothes I don't use. It's full of clothes I've never worn. My books are stacked irregularly in every corner I can find. Some of them are cruelly stored in boxes under my bed, which is deteriorating them at an alarming speed.

I. Don't. Know. Where. To. Put. My. Fucking. Stuff.

And believe me, I've thrown away A LOT of stuff. I clean up and throw away things all the freaking time. I've rearranged things in my (side of the) room more times that both my brother and sister have their own rooms, together. I constantly try and think of ways of optimizing what little space I've got. I used to enjoy it, it's a creative challenge. But now it's too fucking much. I can't... I just can't throw away more things, fuck. I've run out of ideas. I've run out of space.

My bedroom is my workplace. I wish I had something like a studio, but my bedroom IS my studio. And it's fucking tiny.

I just... I fucking can't. So using coarse language on the internet is the only thing I have to kinda feel better, and deviantart is the only place I have to do it in. I don't have a facebook account or a blog or anything like that. Actually, I don't frequent that many places on the internet, and deviantart is the only one with a fucking journal option.

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOUFUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

Browsing deviantart in this computer has become insufferable. It's a 1024x600 screen, small, but with all the buttons and ads it's becoming imposible.

Was it like this before the change? Seriously, I don't remember it being so bad. I mean, look at this: img.photobucket.com/albums/v43… Compare the space the deviation has, with everything else. Oh and those back, forward and show all buttons? Just the icing on the cake.

Maybe it's just this screen size that makes it all feel full and claustrophobic, but I just don't know why formerly nice and simple websites are now cramming everything with all the buttons and things they can think of. _{(I'm looking at your stupid "everything" bar, Google)}

PS: AND WHERE THE FUCK IS THE COLLECT BUTTON?