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Matrix 16
This is a bit of artwork I did for a friend of mine’s birthday card. The inside is the same kind of falling text effect on a white background, with “Happy Birthday” in the matrix-style font. Dafont.com rocks. I also tried my hand at doing bullet holes in a computer screen again, which is also…
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Huzzah for Insecurity!
It must come with the territory, turning eighteen (July 10!) and graduating high school. Faced with so many upcoming changes, it’s natural to be just a bit worried. After all, who knows what could happen if I picked the wrong brand of microwave popcorn? I’m sitting in a baseball field where my little brother is practicing for…
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Graduating‽
What‽ I’m graduating. Today. This is the moment I’ve been looking forward to for four years, and now that it’s here all I want to do is hold it off. ACK! It’s scary!
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Sir, you have the intelligence of a sea cucumber.
I was working today on the largest repetitive task at CompUSA: The Monthly Networking Section Reorganization of Death. This time, they’re really going to make sure it doesn’t get screwed up in a week. We’ll see. Anyway, one Einstein of a customer decided that the best place to leave his full Starbucks while he chitchatted on his cell phone…
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Reconciliation
They broke up and got back together again, but are taking things just a little bit slower this time. Accepted, and I love you too, Rachel.
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Life as a Yo-Yo
Surprise again. I am thinking…
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My Life Hurts Real Bad
Rachel and Michaela are no longer. What the fuck? It really took me by surprise, but looking back I guess it has been traveling towards this for a little while now. At least I can look back and remember that between 15–18, I was the happiest girl in the world. That’s something to really be content about. Tears…
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Refugee
I finally finished this! I had wanted to do something with a fairy for a long time, mostly because I thought the process would teach me a lot of new things. Which it did, but that’s why it’s taken a little while.
Matter, Energy, and Life of Michaela A. Castello.