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Don't laugh - I'm Dying Here!!

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So - In light to the reaction of a post I made a while ago somewhere else, I must address the REAL reason this blog has come into existence. This is important. I made illustrations (well, one, maybe two) to prove it. I'm pretty sure other people have all sorts of self-comfort remedies in times when fevers run high and noses clog or aches and pain relegate you to the smooshy lubbely warmth of BED. I adore my bed in times of sickness, but it seems my body has it out for me and enjoys furthering its vendetta against me in all sorts of epic and bizarre ways. Sometimes, the outside world tries to collaborate and invents all sorts of evil contraptions to torture me with. So without further ado, I present: Tara's Fevered Adventures! now with 20% spittle! So anyway, one time, long ago, during my University years - I had a 3000 word paper due. I had some sort of flu, or cancer. But I am ok now, so I guess it wasn't cancer. I didn't really realise I was sick. Our dorm was alway

My Epileptically Coloured Childhood Cartoons

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So when I was younger I used to watch a cartoon called Jem. I did research on it a while ago and found out it was a cartoon made to promote a set of new toys that were being released. Either way, I adored Jem - it had 0% princess in it and it wasn't anime. Yeah - it's THAT old... shut up Even though I predominantly grew up on anime, mainly because Spain was importing what I presume was cheap cartoons from Japan as opposed to the US, I had some pretty staple western cartoons to look back on, one being X-men, Thundercats and the other being Jem, even if it didn't air for that long. I have really muddled memories of the cartoon, I was so young and so ADD without actually being ADD. But I mainly remember that Jem was the lead singer in a band - and she had magic earrings that changed her costume and appearance to whatever she wanted. She was like a punk rock Sailor Moon, on crack, and tights, and pink hair (ok - that's a more anime normal thing but whatever), and her boyfri

My TL:DR review

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Firstly, I apologise for the Camwhoring - I am being an absolute hypocrite with posting shite pictures of myself in bathrooms trying to not look derpy in my self-portrait so that you can look at my face and think I 'm some sort of cool and edgy model and stuff. I assure you - I am as derpy as you think I am. Unfortunately - My second post already fails at convincing you that I am sensible and modest and not vain - hah hah ... well...I LIEK MAKEY UP AND LIKE SHOWING OFF HOW PRITTI I AM BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE GIVES ME THAT PRIVILEGE CAUSE I NOT MODEL! and stuff I'm only beautiful on the outside XP Anyway... This last month has been a roller coaster of excitement for me. I have finally come to the end of the ride, not so much dizzy and throwing up half way through the loop-the-loop and having my gross land on a hapless bystander holding a balloon and/or fairground snack, but rather, I have come off this high; making horrendous tortured animal noises with my nose and generall

Oh no - it begins...

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You know its there, lurking in the dark corners of Interspace. It has beady little eyes, a crooked mouth. It likes Doritos... When it's happy it makes a 'mlep' noise and smacks its lips. It doesn't have lips though. Creepy. That's right, my blog has officially (again) begun. Please forgive me. I have no idea what came over me, I really don't. First I'm typing away, wondering when I will ever manage to update and upload artwork on DeviantArt and next thing I know, my fingers are vomiting my words onto the Internet. Damnit. You win this time Desire for Internet Fame. I shall fade into obscurity yet. Yet for all intents and purposes, I highly doubt this blog will come to much. I have also started a carbon copy of this blog on Livejournal - oops. To be honest I had totally forgotten I even created a blog, years and years ago - when I was but a wee idealistic university student. So instead of agonising on creating a new one (which I already did anyway) - I'd