Hello all you who frequent my page. All two of you. And I love the both of you to a limitless extent. No. Really. I do.

This is my first time on devart in a month and two days. 301 messages. *sigh...* THAT IS SO PAINFUL.

I've done alot of art lately. Mostly for my animated-series-to-be, which means it wont be posted here. In other words, I've accomplished little to put on devart. Not that any of you care though. Yes. I can see your brain.

I'm on my way to being accepted by an affordable art school for college. Yes. I know. Oxymoron with the affordable and art school. But its better than the others, which are like 40k a year. Not happening with my poor ass. There's a reason they call us "starving" artists.

I've been listening to Blue Monday forever. It doesn't get old. Download it.

In your pants

I'm reasonably satisfied with life. I'm in a measurable amount of pain constantly, but shit happens and nothing's gonna fix it. What do we do? Thats right, take handfuls of whatever you find in the mediciene cabinet until you forget about it. No. Just go to the mall and bother people and find something to smile about.

Like Dungeon Keeper 2. MY GOD ADDICTING.

Some new art will be posted when I ink it. And I'm working on learning Flash and coloring with Photoshop. Huzzah for me. Hooray for you all already know how to do that. Shut up. Be proud of me.

I hate my printer. It printed a very important college related document in BRIGHT YELLOW INK and then decided to eat about the last 40 pages, crumple them up, and cover them in ink. No, really. I have pages here DRENCHED with ink. And my hands. God the black hands that I have. White people dont have black hands. Black people dont even have black hands. Yay lack of pigmintation.

I'm going away now, just as I came. Unnoticed. THAT MAKES ME A NINJA! WORSHIP ME OR DIE!