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A BUNCH OF STUFF HAPPENED i must keep the Internet informed.
So last Monday I participated in an eBay auction to buy a cool Putin painting and I won which was pretty cool.
But the best came on Tuesday.
I was getting in the car with my mum after the weekly visit at the psychologist when I remembered to ask my mother about <b>the newspaper</b>.
You see, about three or four months ago I entered a comic (manga) contest, because even though I was already losing interest in japanese comics by that time it was organized by Le Soir which is a super prestigious paper here in Chocoland. I worked around the clock for like a week and produced a farily mediocre bit of comicry, doing my best in the five-page limit. I decided to do a little story about a Paranoid Schizophrenic teenager who forgets to take his pills in the morning and all sorts of wacky nightmarish hallucinations occur, hence the title Pills.
So I ask my mum wether she'd gotten the paper since the results came out on that day, she said yes and I opened the Soir with my heart beating like a Jew outside a bank.
Then I promptly had a heart attack and died.
Me and my mother were shrieking louder than a teenage girl watching a live MCR concert for a good two minutes. You could say I was midly satisfied at having won the first prize in the 9-16 year olds. They put my cover picture on the front page for some reason, too.
They even misspelled my family name. I mean if that's not the best second newspaper time you can get then I don't know.
Also I'm out of school, passed the year pretty well and have bought a bunch of awesome books. Life's good.
So last Monday I participated in an eBay auction to buy a cool Putin painting and I won which was pretty cool.
But the best came on Tuesday.
I was getting in the car with my mum after the weekly visit at the psychologist when I remembered to ask my mother about <b>the newspaper</b>.
You see, about three or four months ago I entered a comic (manga) contest, because even though I was already losing interest in japanese comics by that time it was organized by Le Soir which is a super prestigious paper here in Chocoland. I worked around the clock for like a week and produced a farily mediocre bit of comicry, doing my best in the five-page limit. I decided to do a little story about a Paranoid Schizophrenic teenager who forgets to take his pills in the morning and all sorts of wacky nightmarish hallucinations occur, hence the title Pills.
So I ask my mum wether she'd gotten the paper since the results came out on that day, she said yes and I opened the Soir with my heart beating like a Jew outside a bank.
Then I promptly had a heart attack and died.
Me and my mother were shrieking louder than a teenage girl watching a live MCR concert for a good two minutes. You could say I was midly satisfied at having won the first prize in the 9-16 year olds. They put my cover picture on the front page for some reason, too.
They even misspelled my family name. I mean if that's not the best second newspaper time you can get then I don't know.
Also I'm out of school, passed the year pretty well and have bought a bunch of awesome books. Life's good.