Well, it's been almost seven months. Hey. How's everyone doing?

I'm going to start writing again. I haven't tried at all since I threw down my pen (metaphorically) and decided that if I couldn't write about things beyond teenage angst, I wouldn't write at all.

So now, I'm in search of subject matter.

As soon as I find some, I'm going to pick my pen back up.

Be prepared.

=]

I bought my mom's camera off of her because she's planning on buying a new one.

Yay?

Also: I've realized that for the past year or so I've used DeviantArt as a place to vent about personal crap.
I'm sorry.
It won't happen anymore.
K?

So... my mind pretty much has a clock built into it.

I always know exactly how much time as passed since a certain event.

And I'd just like to say that today marks the end of the sixth month of my single streak.

Yep yep.

That's all.

Bye!

My camera died...

Damnblast.

No more pictures for awhile... not until I can afford a new one.

The "We wallow in misery because of love club." Co-founded by me and /missrawr. (I don't know how to embed the avatar, so hopefully that worked... of not, I'm sorry.)

I'm having an uneventful night, so I decided, hey, why not go back and read all of my old deviations?

/facepalm

Half of them need to be taken down... was I really that stupid? The guy I was writing poetry about knew it was about him as well as I knew there could be nothing between us... and yet I continued to post this stuff? I'm surprised we're still friends... if I were him, I'd feel really awkward and probably be a little creeped out. So, thanks. Thanks for putting up with me for all of last year. I owe you one.

Anyway, I have WWIMBOLC to thank for the return of my sanity... WWIMBOLC and another guy, that is... but I've ranted about that enough on here.

I just thought I'd post a journal commemorating WWIMBOLC in the prime of its existance.

I miss you, WWIMBOLC.

Jennifer... I LOVE YOU!