My sub for dA is coming to an end, and I am much too lazy to purchase another, or just too damn broke, so I am going to write up probably one of my last journals until such a time happens.

What a lovely season we are having (in which I say sarcastically and with little humor or feeling). This is the season I love and hate the most. I love the weather, the cool autumn breeze, the refreshing walks and hikes I have the ability to go on; but I also detest this weather with a passion because majority of the time I am cooped up within the house and suffering from minor to severe depression (damn seasonal depression and damn damning). *gives thumbs up to readers* but all is not lost, life will continue, and I will maintain to live on the brink of mental frustration and instability.

What few positives I can find about this season are one, Christmas is coming up (for those who celebrate the holiday) and that means I get to do tons and tons and tons of artwork. I actually have a list of 30 people I need to figure out gifts for... Most of the work I do is pencil drawing, and I swear I have only posted like 2 pencil drawings on my account (from what I understand I am crazy good at pencil and charcoal drawings, even though I hate my work half the time, I have to admit it is pretty decent), but should I even post the pictures? I can't scan them at the moment so the quality isn't the best, but I have a couple art work pieces that were placed in shows and such, I dunno, maybe I'll post them... Whats your opinion?

*Thinks for a moment* what the hell else can I post? I went to a circus the other day, one of those nice ones they have in the city, and we had front row seats! That was pretty awesome, it was the first time in my life I sat somewhere aside from the nosebleed seats... Umm, hmmm.... What else to say, oh yeah I was thinking of starting a secret santa, I'm always the head of it so should I help give it a go? Anyway, bye bye for now... I'll go wallow in my half misery/ half sarcastic emotions, and then I'll dry off with a towell of loss and confusion... Good times, good times...





















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