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You know, there really isn't a lot to say about me. And yes, that's a picture of my feet. If you find them, I should be attached to them in one way or another, good luck.
I recently graduated grade 12 from a high school that I attended for 5 years (grades 8 through 12- I was in the second last group of grade 8's at my school). I can't say I won't miss high school, I knew a lot of the people there, and I'll definatly go back next year to make sure I see them again; however, those who graduated is another story, it's hard to say if I'll see some of them for a while. There are those who I know I'll be friends with for a really long time, if not- forever. High school is something like a secruity blanket of sorts. It sheilds you from the world that's waiting to suck you in the second you walk out of the UVic theatre with your diploma. It's good to know what you want to do. Me, however- I have no idea what I want to do. The thought of an art teacher as struck me several times, which means I have a lot or work ahead of myself, and the Visual Arts program at the nearby college seems the perfect fit for a start. Still, I don't know. What I do know is- I don't want to be stuck at the local Dairy Queen making cakes for $8 an hour for the rest of my life. I could probably do better as a cashier at London Drugs or something.
Anyway, I can't really say I'm your average 17-year-old girl. I mean, maybe I am in a sense, maybe I'm not, but I am my own unique person, not everyone else. Does that make me average then? Because everyone should be their own unique self. Would everyone being unique make everyone the same? :P Hah. Anyway, my lifestyle is interesting. As I look around my room at all the crap I seem to own, from random books, tons of CDs (some burned, some actual copies), the massive pile of clothes I need to put away, stacks upon stacks of old sketchbooks, boxes of art and papers, art supplies, penguin things (over 20, maybe 30), candles, video games, a TV, a VCR, Nintendo and Playstation, stuffed things. My, my- you just can't name them all. If I ever moved out I'd need a giant truck just for all the crap I own.
But what do I like? I like penguins, because of that I adopted 'The Penguin Queen' from someone online, as well as the nickname 'Chely', which I've grown to like. I like my friends, which I've grown closer to some in the last year. I still have my best friend ("in the entire universe and BEYOND!") whom I've known for almost 11 years (since grade 2! I can't believe we used to hate eachother for a month when we met too, but it was sorted out XD). [And as I type, I just spilt milk all over myself.. Woot.] I've also got my boy (<3) who I need to bug into drawing me more fanart, and lending me Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince soon. I like music too, the sound of it- and man, I wish I could play it, but if I ever had a choice to give up drawing so I could play music, I wouldn't take it. I had a conversation like that with a girl a work with who plays the guitar, we wouldn't trade if we could. But, that doesn't stop me from singing when no one's listening. And don't bother asking me to sing for you, because no one that's heard me will give me a straight answer of whether it sounds good or bad. :P What do I want? Nothing really, I grew up not being one of those people that wanted everything, because I was happy with what I had. Mind you, sometimes I get envious of those who don't have to worry about money, and have their parents buy it all for them. Then I get the whole "why don't you tell your parents to stop smoking so they can buy you this and that?"- because it's that easy, isn't it? I don't want my parents to buy me everything, but sometimes it's frustrating to have to buy everything myself- I mean, I can, I just need more hours at work then. Really though, everything I want, I already have- like my friends, family, anything- or do you mean material goods? I have all that too, it's not like I'm asking for that pretty shirt in the window, or a brand new pair of shoes, or computer. Though, I do need a computer, but I can do that myself one day, this one serves me well anyway. What do I want? A computer desk equiped with a nice chair, and a stand thing on the desk that would go around the computer monitor to hold my CDs and things, while there's still enough room on the desk to draw. Then I'd stick papers, my computer things like my camera, tablet, papers and pens and things in the drawers. The monitor would have it's fancy little spot on the floor or something, under the desk, I don't know, on top, who cares. That's what I've always wanted. I was so jealous that my brother got a computer desk, even if it's ugly as fuck. :P I still want one, but- I have no room, so here I sit on the end of my bed (even though my bed's comfy to sleep in, it's not comfy to sit on the wooden fram that goes around) with nothing against my back, causing it to hurt a bit. A drawer of the strange stand my computer is on is turned upside down to imitate desk-space to put my keyboard and mouse on.
Only one more thing. See, since I was a child (mind you, this thing I want is something I've thought about recently since my trip to Canadian Tire in the last 3 or 4 months) I've had this nasty brown metal like shelves that are just as ugly as my brother's computer desk, and I still have them because I need them to hold all my crap. I went to Canadian Tire a while back and I was browsing for half an hour before work, and I'd only really gone in to look at all the pretty paint and what did I see?- this lovely wooden shelf with doors on it. And I was just in awe, I mean- just, wow. I could stick all my.. few books (XD;; ), mangas, all my art things, ordimental things, random things inside, and close the doors! It'd be so pretty. <3 And I could cover the inside of the doors with clippings of magazines, drawings, writtings on papers, photos, anything I wanted. Hell- I could PAINT on them if I wanted. It would be nice. Then I went to Ikea on my trip home from Vancouver where I went for Warped Tour in mid July, 2005, and I saw even nicer ones. o____o; Cries.
As for now, those are tbe only two things I -really- want. Oh, and world peace. ...`gags` I'm kidding. :P But you know, wouldn't it be nice? XD; Anything else I'd want, like a bike (that I actually need.. like an orange one), or a new computer, because mine sucks ass, or a new sketchbook, any of the Harry Potter books, new underwear and socks, a haircut, paint, ANYTHING, I could probably get for myself in time. ^_^; I just have no room for a desk, and I'd have to find room for a shelf by getting rid of one of the other ones, but I can dream. <3
Which reminds me! I should clean my room today! AHAHAH! Damn it. Oh well. It should be clean everyday, and it's just.. not. Because I'm lazy.
Did I forget to mention anything else about myself? I don't really remember. I ramble for quite some time though, I know that.
Upload time! ^_^;
-Chely (updated 07/19/2005)
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