New Header!

Hey, guys. Guess who has a new header? My friend who made the old header, originally out of a doodle made in art class that I put on my wall of me and my good friends reincarnate in out animal form, has been using her tablet for a lot longer now and seems to be getting incredible. I think this header suits the blog a lot better and isn’t it just pretty?

Yet, again. I urge you to go on over and check out my friend, Xara’s Deviant Art, here. And be aware that she does some pretty kick-ass Pokemon comics, lots of chibi characters, some very dark sketches and is currently partaking in the Larken’s SS Nuzlocke in comic form (which is basically playing Pokemon set to strict guidelines, for instance if a pet dies you can never use it again because it is dead, and documenting it’s hilariousness in comic form – with an added narrative.) And not to brag about my friend but she has been involved in two exhibition’s so far, for her water colour and pen paintings and sold quite a bit of artwork – so check that out too!

Some of her artwork is as follows. But is her property and that alone unless otherwise stated by the artist.

Hair Tutorial and Happy World Goth Day!

Happy World Goth day, everyone. I hope you all had/or are having (depending on your side of the world) a great day. My plans fell through and my day, kind of, was really quite terrible and I feel like wallowing in my bed for the next few hours like I have all week. School honestly eats at my soul. I can’t wait until it’s over and I’ll never have to look back.

Anyway, enough with my slightly angsty misery and on with the video.

 Best wishes,
-SaryWalrus

The Fairytale is No More

The Fairytale is No More (Fairytale Nevermore)

Nihilistic deviations.
A shrouded fate.
Crumpled face.
Black, smeared deviant.
Cannibalism of the soul.
A lone horrific fate.
I AM FATAL.
I AM CRYPTIC.
I am nevermore.
No god,
no love,
no blood
to solve this self.
No petty thief –
protagonists rule.
The protagonist is destined
for the noose.
My own self-centred story.
Selfish; senseless.
Perish! -the protagonist?
At the dawn of night.
The castle is gone.
There are no witches to burn.
No bread crumbs leading home.
Leaving my twisted nevermore.
– SaryWalrus

The Walrus Room Origins

Just a note before I have my little short explanation. I was suppose to do a post yesterday and the day before but was surprisingly busy (actually I’m skipping studying for some tests right now to write this post). Last night I stayed at a friends (Yay!) and was late leaving before I could take the time to write one. The day before,  after I had forced myself into writing a very annoying essay on a book called Of Mice and Men, which is about two men and their struggles in a Naturalist American novel set during the great depression. I really do not like novels of war, unless of course they include romance. Anyway, I was planning on writing a post after that essay but instead my mind decided to shut it’s self off. This may be due to the mass amounts of drugs my doctor gave me to take for my constant head aches and dizziness (To the point of not being able to stand) and when I say constant I mean every minute of every day (apparently caused by stress).

Damn, this became a lot more than just a little note. Back to my origins.

The Walrus Room originally derived from a Beatles song entitled “I Am The Walrus” which I introduced to my friends. I loved the song so much that I talked about it often. Eventually I began referring to myself as a Walrus and saying things such as “I’m so fat, I’m a walrus”. Sooner or later I just was “The Walrus”.

Referring to myself as a walrus began to develop deeper meaning as I thought about it more and more. I knew that more than half of the very skinny girls in my area refereed to themselves as fat. So I decided to name this blog “The Walrus Room”. Walruses, of course, have blubber and fat. Walruses aren’t anorexic and they are happy. They don’t look at seals and say “I wish I was that thin”. The Walrus Room is my place to feel secure in my weight because if walruses can, why can’t we?

-SaryWalrus
P.S. Fact: In the summer walruses crawl onto the beach and roll around on rocks until they turn pink!