You Know That Place Where You Learn Stuff?

I have 20 more days 'til I must drag myself back to that facility where they teach things. I'm quite devastated and on the brink of attempting to stop time so I can do absolutely nothing (perhaps I might walk around the world if I could) for about twenty years before returning to reality.

...That'd actually be awesome, walking around the world while time has stopped... Seriously though, I wish I could do that. These last two years of high school are "the years that are really going to count". I love how teachers just want to scare the crap out of you so you'll work hard. 

In this day and age, you're never too old to learn or go back to University and such, so I guess I'm not too worried about messing up my final big exam in year 12. 

Still though, the teachers at my school (certain teachers, anyway) seem to get a kick out of scaring you shitless.

Around the end of last year, the head of my Maths department came into my class and ranted on and on about how you really need Maths C and you shouldn't listen to the booklets they hand out from Universities. He said that in University they teach Maths C, but they basically attempt to cram a whole two years of learning into a semester, stuff people should've learnt in high school, resulting in heaps of people failing their exams and having to take the course again, meaning more money wasted.

Well, I'm not sure if that really scares you, but that seriously scared me. University is freaking expensive! 

So, because of that coma-inducing speech, I took Maths C, and you have to take Maths B in order to get into Maths C. Basically, I'm taking two motherfucking Maths classes this year and possible next

I've always hated Maths, but I've always gotten by with mostly B's and on the rare occasion, an A. This year, I can't stuff around... I'm attempting to get a job in dentistry. 

Yes, dentistry sounds extremely boring. I think it's relatively amusing though, I always hated the dentist when I was younger. If I'm good enough, I'll be apart of a league of fear-inducing professionals who scare people by just their name: DENTIST.

Plus I get to shove (well, gently put) things in people's mouths, inject their gums, use tools that make awesome sounds and such... Hehehe...

As sadistic as I sound, my passion is actually art (wow, quick change of mood). I've always wanted to either be an animator, or a manga artist, or even a storyboard concept artist or just a concept artist for a game company. I'm too much of a wuss to chase my dreams, though. 

However, I am hoping to be a part-time tattooist while working as a dentist, since it'll help my hand-eye coordination for being a dentist.

Although, if I don't qualify to get a course in dentistry, I guess I'll attempt to chase my dreams.

Even though I don't even have any followers, if anybody ever reads this post, I've got to ask: Have you ever given up your dreams? Or did you start chasing it after you realized you wanted to follow your passion?

Okay, that's a whole lot of cheesiness right there, but still, it'd be interesting to know. Even if it takes ages for someone to reply.

Cereza's Cheshire Doll Project

I have yet another project I wish to work on as well. Of course, the knife-shaped pencil case comes first, since I've been dying to get one (technically I'm making it...) for ages.
If you've ever played the game Bayonetta, you'll understand how frustrating it is. It was fun at the start, but the more you progress the more you have to literally smash your controller. My boyfriend is quite good at those sort of games so I let him borrow it for awhile. 
He surpassed where I was up to and practically spoiled most of what was to come, which was okay (I guess). 
Anyways, in this game Bayonetta meets her younger self (that calls her Mummy, haha) that's named Cereza. She carries around this cute little cat doll named Cheshire. Cheshire (I've adopted the nickname "Cheshire" for my boyfriend. So I'll refer to the doll Cheshire as "Cereza's doll" and my boyfriend as "Cheshire" from now on) really loves cats, and he absolutely wants one. So, I've decided I'd make him one. I'm really picky when I want something to look exactly like something else, so it'll probably take awhile. 
I was hoping to make it by Valentines, but I probably won't be able to since I'm quite lazy and like taking my time. So I'll probably have it finished in time for Cheshire's birthday, which is in March.
Here's a picture of Cereza's doll:

Quite cute, isn't it? Cereza's doll is basically just a bunch of material and buttons sewn together, and you can see the stitches. It gives it a handmade feel, which will be easy to replicate.

My Cheshire will probably (hopefully) be quite happy when I finish making it.

Knife Pencil Case Project

So, a few years ago, I used to love looking at Hot Topic's online shop, despite the fact that I lived all the way in Australia. Now, I don't particularly like their stuff, but an image of one of their wallets has burnt into my mind and has never left. I wanted to use it as a pencil case for school. I begged my parents to buy it for me, sadly, they told me it was overpriced and worthless. Eventually, they sold out and I felt a sense of emptiness in me.

Now, you would wonder what kind of wallet would get me so worked up. It was a wonderful wallet that was shaped like a knife, not just any knife, a bloody knife. I know, my nonexistent reader, why in the world would I want something like that? I just did, well do. I've searched for an image of it for ages but have never found one, perhaps my mind had created that item? Probably not, but here's a picture of what it relatively looked like:

It wasn't as cool as that picture, but it was still bloody cool. (See what I did there?)

Anyways, the whole point to this, is that I really want to make my own since I was unable to obtain it many years ago. I've made an awesome pillow before, it has a lace up thing going on and has a black and red checkered pattern:

I never use that pillow, but I got an A for my Home Economics class, so it once served a purpose. It now sits on the floor somewhere in my room, in tears. Well, that's what I think it's doing, because I'd be pretty sad if someone created me but didn't use me for my purpose and just left me all alone.

I did, however make something useful with its left overs:

Despite how it looks, it's actually a pencil case. I've been using it for 2 years for school now. It's kind of beat up and starting to come apart at the seams, it's still holding on though. I just don't feel like using it anymore, I'm sorry, my lace up, red and black checkered pencil case, you have served me well, but my heart belongs to someone (well, something) else... That wonderful knife pencil case!

Well, it's technically a wallet, but I can't find something exactly like that anywhere. So, do you know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to bloody make my own! 

So, the whole point to this post is that I'm going to make my own knife-shaped bloody pencil case. 

Something Completely Redundant

You would think that there'd be a purpose to making a blog. I don't actually have one, I just want a place to write whatever I feel like, whenever. 

Facebook used to be that, until' I realized how annoying people are. 

So, here's my special place where I can write whatever without anyone I know knowing. I probably should get a diary. I do have one, I just can't be bothered writing in there all the time.

I'll post here whenever I feel like it, and you can't do anything about it, harharhar! 

No one will probably read this. Which I don't care! Har! So I win!