I just wish they would tell us when the deadlines ARE in some cases. ._. But if I miss out it's because I was too slow. I'm having a hard time refining some things lately... I thought I was really good, or at least that's what these people tell me. x.x
So you're saying I have problems, like the urge to get bitten all over to the point of breaking skin, being afraid of spherical plastic thunderous noise makers filled with air and/or helium, the strange arousing feeling I get when I see the proteins that turn from blue to red when exposed to oxygen that run through our veins, those dreams i have where one minute I am fishing for aquatic specimens that are split down the middle and the next I am quadruped going under a barbed wire fence on my way to a housing development specifically made for poultry, their produce and their kin while being chased by abnormally large, angry lagomorphs because I decided to snack on their young.
Heh heh heh I am the queen of never making deadlines T.T I hear ya there man.
It made me lqtm.
And I'm sorry to hear about your deadlines. I'm no good with them either.
I just wish they would tell us when the deadlines ARE in some cases. ._. But if I miss out it's because I was too slow. I'm having a hard time refining some things lately... I thought I was really good, or at least that's what these people tell me. x.x
And you ARE GOOD. But even Good artists have trouble sometimes.
Take Van Gogh as an example.
Good artist who had some problems...
Okay, well maybe it was more than just 'problems'.
So you're saying I have problems, like the urge to get bitten all over to the point of breaking skin, being afraid of spherical plastic thunderous noise makers filled with air and/or helium, the strange arousing feeling I get when I see the proteins that turn from blue to red when exposed to oxygen that run through our veins, those dreams i have where one minute I am fishing for aquatic specimens that are split down the middle and the next I am quadruped going under a barbed wire fence on my way to a housing development specifically made for poultry, their produce and their kin while being chased by abnormally large, angry lagomorphs because I decided to snack on their young.
I guess I am a good artist then.