UHM.

New update since '07. D:

MY CHILDREN!
As many of you know, I haven't been active on deviantArt. I apologize for not critiquing your art. The art crafted by you, whether it may be the literature, photographs, handcrafted masterpieces, are psychological pathways into your souls and I'm sorry I haven't taken a step in any of those paths presented to me. I've been busy juggling my GPA, academic performance, finals, apathy, HORMONES, career, college-finding, boyfriend satisfaction, exercising.

BOO TO SCHOOL.
I feel like a robot obliged to academics. If government enforced public schools are incorporating the idea to shape students within the system, helping them find who they are and whatnot, THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU GIVING US SO MUCH WORK THAT YOU TREAT US LIKE ROBOTS?!?!?! We are not individuals to you, we are statistics to a performance schedule graphed to display in front of corrupted parents. Oh, AND THE GPA SYSTEM IS FUCKED UP. It has NOTHING to do with how bright you are whatsoever. It's about how much work you do/how good of a cheater you are. Even the brightest students attain worse grades than those who don't deserve the good grades. FKLSDFJLSDKFSD. Oh, watch ZEITGEIST NOW NOW NOW. GOOGLE IT!
Haha, with how much ranting I do, I should be an editorial columnist, like Paul Krugman. ^_^ I like him. Go to NYTimes, he's funny.

MY NEW INSPIRATION IS BUDDY WAKEFIELD.
oh man, oh man. Please take my word, if you are an artist, his skill will inspire you to write trilogies about a homeless man, paint a mural of a trashcan, photograph a kid picking his nose. Click here to listen. Each word is like each brush stroke to a Van Gogh piece.

Uh... BOOTAY BOOTAY ROCKIN' EVURR WAREEE.

I SUBMITTED NEW-PROSE-WRITING-SHIT :]
Here are some snippets I will show you all. Kinda like those beef samples at your local Costco warehouse. :]

"The two signs that show that you've reached the highest comfort zone with another is attaining the remarkable ability to take a shit in their home and fart in their presence. Is this love?" - The Tallest Ladder

"...think of the time when you gave your face a smothering burial in your hands as your crocodile tears dripped between the knuckles. You lost something that was a part of your life. Maybe it was the bottle of milk that spilled from your high chair, or your mother's smile due to all the failed quizzes you've acquired, or an end of a once-happy marriage caused by financial debt. You take the fetal position. You know, the one where you curl yourself up and hide from the world in your hands while the self-proclaimed fault moshes along your cerebral walls." - Seven Billion Fucks