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  • Listening to: The Sufferer and the Witness, Rise Against

I feel the need to have some sort of "HEY DON'T JUDGE ME BY MY HIGH SCHOOLY SHIT I HAVE HERE BECAUSE IT WAS FROM FOREVER AGO OKAY LIKE 2008"  So.  There it is.

Just in case anyone who I'm faving or watching happens to check on me.  I don't want to be lame.  Oh god I'm so lame.  Well, what'd'ya do.  :'D
I feel like I have an obligation to announce the fact that I'm here...though I'm not actually adding anything.  XD  I'm just going to be favoriting and browsing and such.  But uh...yeah.  Back.

I still suck at art, I have nothing to add.  I hate that, it would be so nice to be able to take whatever emotion or thoughts are swirling around inside and put them in some physical form outside.  But nope, it's all stuck inside.  S'okay, I'll survive.  Just feel lame.  XD

Just noticed, WOW, it's been two years since I've been active.  Wow.
  • Listening to: The End by My Chemical Romance
  • Reading: Anansi Boys by Neil Gaimon (again...)
  • Watching: Grey's Anatomy
  • Playing: Perfect Dark 64
  • Eating: Mah roomie's Organic Applesauce. o_O
  • Drinking: Gatorade
This is really hard for me.

No, not the journal entry, I've been blogging since my sophomore year in high school.

This.  DeviantART itself.

Yeah, yeah, it's really fun, you can post your artistic whatnots and get comments, look at other people's artistic bits and comment on them, make friends, yada yada.

Alright, I can handle looking at other people's stuff.  I can handle making comments on their things.  I enjoy it, a lot.  You people are incredibly talented.

I just...I dunno.  I make vauge attempts at art.  I say vauge because I would never define them as such.  People've been pushing me lately to try new stoofs, and just see what happens.  So.  Erm.  I guess...I guess I will?

I'm not artistic.  At all.

Right now I'm fighting the urge to just delete the whole account, get rid of everything.  What's the point?  I can make a new account just for commenting and favoriting stuff.  Why the HECK am I posting things?

It's not like I'll ever do anything that's actually worth any notice.  I dunno.  I really dislike this feeling, like everyone's going to secretly be laughing at this pathetic girl who fails at life.  >_>  Meh.  Whatever.  It's only the internet, I s'pose.
  • Listening to: Chameleon Boy by Blue October
  • Reading: A Million Little Pieces by James Frey
  • Watching: My mind melt
  • Playing: Perfect Dark 64
  • Eating: My feetses
  • Drinking: BAAAAWLS
It occurs to me that when writing my first journal entry on teh esteemed DeviantART, I shouldn't be hyper and all happy on Bawls.  But then, since I AM, I have no better judgement.  So I shall write.  Meehee.  ^_^

Erm.  Wow.  I have nothing to say.  I' this place....I sh'pose.  I mean, I lurked all the time.  But now, NOW, I have an account to USE!  I shall FAVORITE!  I shall COMMENT!  I shall STALK!  Er...WATCH!  ^^, mate?  Post?  Did I POST something?  Great Scott!  Good Lord!  Something's wrong with me.  o_O