School sucks. Senior year and I have no lunch whatsoever, or even a free period ever. Its okay though I like all my classes.

I do a bit of summer cleaning with my art. I brought some of my things out from storage.Ton of old stuff is now in my gallery. I put things in storage during the summer. So check it out before I get rid of everything like I do every year. This years stuff will be going into storage as well.

I'm 17 now... haven't had much time to edit pictures lately, stupid yearbook. DX Too much to do. Not much of an up date but hey whatever.

I have been really busy lately. I will try for some more pic probably by wensday. So even though it has been so busy I somehow find my self waiting for something, and I don't know what it is. There is a certain excitement about it too. I want to know what I'm waiting for. I hope its good.



Her's a part of a cool poem by ~Miss-Deathwish I can't write poetry any more and I don't know why.
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<sub>Maybe you’re the one who tries to count the snowflakes as they fall, laughing when white flurries hit your cheeks.
You love running down the powder-dusted hills, but hate leaving footprints in your wake, because you cannot stand to look back and see that you destroyed something so beautiful. (Again.)



Maybe you thought it was okay, but one day you wake up and notice that the paint is peeling off of your ceiling and that your bedroom is fucking freezing even though it’s the middle of July and that the walls really do lack any sort of decoration.
You think for a little while, and maybe it's a metaphor for your life. Falling apart and cold and empty.


Maybe you're the one who promises you won't lie to yourself anymore, but you know that’s a lie in itself.</sub>

I sorta died...
=/ ooops.
If you few people who do watch me come on on day and BAM! theres like lots o deviations.......that was me.