It has been raining for the past three days straight; which for the desert is really weird. Thus, my bedroom is flooding.

And I mean that literally. Quite literally.

Argh.

I have the worst tan-line imaginable.



That is all.

It's about a week late, but here's a bit about the ASL Silent Weekend I was so excited/panicked about...

It was basically one of the most terrifying and difficult things I've ever done. And so completely worth it. Here's me: a born-and-bred hearing person with so little signing ability that it's almost beyond hilarious to throw her into a group of native signers and watch her fumble her way through a conversation. I think the words I used most were HARD, PROBLEM, DON'T UNDERSTAND, WHAT?, AND FRUSTRATED. Oh, and "I'm sorry, please repeat that slower." GAH! But, I didn't talk, so I didn't get to eat peppers (which was the punishment for talking).

And if you didn't know, ghost stories are scarier when they're signed. Meep. And CatchPhrase is harder to play when you don't know all the signs.

Wow! Shiny! Look at all the fun things I get to fill in now that I'm subscribed. We'll see if it's really worth forking over the bucks next month.

I really don't have much to say. Sorry for the false alarm. I just wanted to get rid of my old entry.

I'm gonna get around to drawing eventually. I was going to do it this weekend, but I have a sign language workshop to attend. I'll have to share my pathetic antics with y'all after, since ASL isn't my primary language, to say the least. I'm averaging about a word every thirty seconds. (Hyperbole? Nope, never heard of it.) So... it's gonna be amusing. Hahahahaaaa...er. Yeah.

Wheeee... Spork.

My first dA birthday was last week. (And, coincidentally, so was my birthday. Yup, legal now. But that's beside the point...)

Thanks for all the comments and the favs and the watches and the lovely inspiration that I got this past year.