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Homg. How freakin swoon-worthy is THIS? [link]
Viggo Mortensen singing Bob Dylan's Masters of War from the taping last month in Boston of A People's History of The United States. For those who think Viggo can't sing, here's a strong piece of proof that yes, he can!!
He can sing to me any day.... *fans self*

Main reason for this journal = PIMPAGE.

dA selling interface, like etsy or ebay!

Heck yeah plz.

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Not-quite-so-important reason = my life.. and art!

So yeah. School... bleh. Dry weather + my nose = tiny but annoying nosebleeds.

But! Now that I have a camera, we can all watch as I improve on drawing the figure.

I'm in life drawing, so... expect a lot of boobies.

I've developed a rating system for my nude portraits.

Click through = badly drawn boobies or not all that much boobie or maybe just boobies.
18+ only = crotch shots. possibly well-drawn boobies. Who knows?

I currently can't be arsed to type properly as I am going on... hmm... 4 or 5 hours of sleep... and that was sunday night.

Eru knows I tried to get to sleep last night.

He also knows I failed horribly.

So I sat up listening to the thunder and reading a Phanfic.

Then trudged through the day.

So now I've got my sketchbook drawings done and food in mah belleh, I'mma read for Civ and go to bed.

...What's really weird is that I started to lose my appetite around the same time the sleep thing happened... which concerns me but doesn't concern my mum.

Whatevs. I'm tired.