I haven't been here in a good long while. Looking back on these older journal entries brings to mind how much I've changed over time. I should be proud.

Alot alot of things happening in my life right now. Mainly as a result of nothing happening. Unemployed, with bills we can't pay coming in, but hard looking for work and hopeful of this most recent venture in the building of ponds. I was told I made a good impression during the interview, so I should be hopeful. Still, this shouldn't stop me from continuing to look for employment. But it would be great to get this job. Working and earning any amount of money right now would be absolutely fantastic. I may just go without bathing, cut my hair, and attempt to pass off as an emigrant and get sub-minimum wage job just so I can do something. The dramatic revealing after I was done with that would be absolutely priceless.

I don't write much at all anymore. I've put more focus on other things, and don't plan on writing much of anything soon. If it does come to me though during a sleepless night when, covered in sweat and gasping for air, I pick up a pen and shakily scribble down words of expression just to get it out. Like a crack junkie.

Without writing, though, I have no real contribution to the art community other than criticism. And I've grown to dislike artistic criticism for the most part. So what shall I do on DeviantArt?

This I'll have to think about some.

So, checking up on old friends I find Sera apparently has a stalker. Had I a working car and the gas to get me there, this would be the moment for a sudden road trip followed by a televised car chase from the police. I need to get in contact with Sera again. Her out of our old group I've missed most. She's just the kind of person you wanna hug. You know, because she deserves it.

So, unemployed and out of college. Not writing and still single, but still happy and enjoying life. That's pretty much it.

I'll make it a point to update this journal every so often. Though, I may start a new account. I don't feel like the same person I was when I last wrote on here.

It's strange what time can do.