I've updated my artwork blog after 5 months. I'd say it was time, right? It's just I haven't got time or inspiration, especially in these last months, and the few sketches I've done are resting peacefully in my laptop. So I've decided to post'em here (they're almost all DW related) and then, from day to day, in my blog. Also, is anyone offering volunteer to restyle the layout? It's YEARS I have the same one, I also remember when me and BhMh did it, ages ago. For a new start, I wish I could have a new one? People capable of, pretty please?
( Sketcheeessss here! )
Other randoms things. Remember the parrot that we have at home? When I was in Sicily I bitched him cause it was annoying hearing his morning (and nigth) singing . When I returned here, I found out he was gone. He ran away cause of a window left open. I was WTF?! I've bitched for a couple of days, and now he's probably dead somewhere. I felt a little bit guilty. But I'm happy cause now no more parrots flying at home, keeping me awake YAY.
Yesterday I met my Aussie relatives. In my facebook page I've a bunch of people with my surname living in Australia. I know for sure they're related to me, and that they're not random people, also because my surname is pretty rare. The ones who came to Italy are a cousin of second or third grade, and his family (wife and three children). He already met me when I was 2, so I didn't remember him. It was nice to catch up with them. I was getting used to g'daye mates, brekkies, hubbies and other Aussie slang. I was waiting just to hear something like "It's maaaay baaaaiby, Chalee" but it didn't happen, even if I mentioned Lost once or twice. I had lunch with them at their hotel (which was near Vatican City. I'm starting to be bothered by the fact I end up there more often than ever these days!) and they asked me if I wanna a beer too, and I said something like "It's 1.00 pm, it's early-ish for alcohol" (I didn't actually mean it of course! But I didn't want to look like a drunkard) and they replied "But we saw your pics, with all those drinks, at your friend's place!" - "Er.. yes!" LOL my relatives stalk me.
And I forgot to say that when I got my card to go to the masterclass of Lost, I checked the atac website to see what bus I should take, and I see it was a certain 116 in Piazza Barberini. Never heard of it. I wasn't finding signs. Then a car a bit SUV-ish approached me. And there was a number on the windscreen wiper, saying 116. It wasn't a bus, it was a car with 6 seats!! I took mine, with other people, and the car did streets of the centre of Rome, where usually cars aren't allowed! It was nice, it was like in those movies Lizzie Maguire visits Italy, or something. Then all the other people got off from the car before the final stop, where I had to go. And I was left alone in the car, and thebus car stop was underground, and I was afraid someone could kill/rape/beat me. I left the car, going through a dark passage with broken winkling lights, and then I went out, in the sunlight, and I was inside the collonade of Saint Peter, in Vatican City. WTF?! I should've been in Castel Sant'Angelo. So, I walked to there, with the heat penetrating my skinny jeans *melts at the thought. It looked like I was in some Dan Brown book. LOL.
( Sketcheeessss here! )
Other randoms things. Remember the parrot that we have at home? When I was in Sicily I bitched him cause it was annoying hearing his morning (and nigth) singing . When I returned here, I found out he was gone. He ran away cause of a window left open. I was WTF?! I've bitched for a couple of days, and now he's probably dead somewhere. I felt a little bit guilty. But I'm happy cause now no more parrots flying at home, keeping me awake YAY.
Yesterday I met my Aussie relatives. In my facebook page I've a bunch of people with my surname living in Australia. I know for sure they're related to me, and that they're not random people, also because my surname is pretty rare. The ones who came to Italy are a cousin of second or third grade, and his family (wife and three children). He already met me when I was 2, so I didn't remember him. It was nice to catch up with them. I was getting used to g'daye mates, brekkies, hubbies and other Aussie slang. I was waiting just to hear something like "It's maaaay baaaaiby, Chalee" but it didn't happen, even if I mentioned Lost once or twice. I had lunch with them at their hotel (which was near Vatican City. I'm starting to be bothered by the fact I end up there more often than ever these days!) and they asked me if I wanna a beer too, and I said something like "It's 1.00 pm, it's early-ish for alcohol" (I didn't actually mean it of course! But I didn't want to look like a drunkard) and they replied "But we saw your pics, with all those drinks, at your friend's place!" - "Er.. yes!" LOL my relatives stalk me.
And I forgot to say that when I got my card to go to the masterclass of Lost, I checked the atac website to see what bus I should take, and I see it was a certain 116 in Piazza Barberini. Never heard of it. I wasn't finding signs. Then a car a bit SUV-ish approached me. And there was a number on the windscreen wiper, saying 116. It wasn't a bus, it was a car with 6 seats!! I took mine, with other people, and the car did streets of the centre of Rome, where usually cars aren't allowed! It was nice, it was like in those movies Lizzie Maguire visits Italy, or something. Then all the other people got off from the car before the final stop, where I had to go. And I was left alone in the car, and the
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