Well, deviantART, or should I say my "watchers".
I doubt I have many left.
Just felt like bringin' a little update to my poor neglected little site.
Summers rolled in, and so has the free time. I've spent many nights furiously writing away, listening to music, and generally becoming a lazy sloth. Sooner or later, I'll get around to uploading (Downloading. Sideways loading. Diagonal loading. Whatever you call it) All I have worked on up until now. It seems like I've forgotten about my poor dA account, and by how many views I have, I'm guessing most haven't forgotten about me.
I'm sorry!
I return with open arms and a bounty of new work. Hopefully. I just need to slightly re-organize my work space.
I don't clean.
Anyways, I just have to say
7,000 views?!
You guys are fantastic. Boy do I miss this place. Old watchers, drop me a note or leave a comment. I want to hear what you're all up too, and how you've been doing.
I PROMISE I've been following ALL the work you've submitted, I just rarely have the time to comment.
Anyways, just a quick little journal to explain how excited I am to "be back". (Yes, I've had some sporadic moments of inspiration and uploaded a couple pathetic pieces, but soon I'll be uploading regularly!) Don't forget about me!

And guess who got themselves a scanner =] Mmmhmm.

Ah! I USED A SMILEY!



PS:Isn't it just lovely, when someone comes along and makes your entire summer?
Ah <3

How long has it been
Since I've uploaded something...
Decent.
Highschool has left me with little time
Or drive
To write
I miss days when I could sit in the backyard and just write.

Instead I'm calculating the surface area of cylinders
Learning about long dead members of the royal family
Correctly indicating whether a word is a verb or a noun
How to read notes in a bar

When will I have time for myself?



In other news.
Moving?
I might be.
Toronto here I come.
Summer of '10


Sick again.

The never ending slew of terrible writing from kids these days?
Heck, I guess I would be one too.
Seriously though, if you can pump out ten, twenty, even thirty poems in a day...
Your not really putting feeling into them.
I guess that's just my opinion.

Really, I'm basically sick of the empty, hollow poetry and writing that everyone's doing now.
Gives those who actually try a bad name.
I dunno.
Rant done. You may now ignore and continue on.

Birthday to me?
Fourteen today.
Spooky feeling, knowing a years slipped past...

Let me gracefully take to the side lines.
Center stage.
Arrogance, selfishness.
Narcissism.

People now-a-days are too hard to read.
Faces hiding behind masks,
Painted from each others emotions.
Who am I?
Who are you?
Does anybody know anymore?



Friendship was easier when you were straightforward.
All of you.
Remember those who smile
And those who grimace.



That's all.