Yep. I pretty much just use dA to favorite others' B-E-A-ooootiful works of art now. ^.^
Let's face it - I'm not funny, I'm not as artistic as I want to be, and I have NO TIME to do anything fun and artsy. Between classes and homework, I'm basically watching House or whatever Anime I'm currently into. Even when summer comes, between vacation times I'll still be taking classes and *hopefully* be working at Pawsitive Paws, puppy sitting all day.
Best. Job. EVER.
Well, besides the internship I'll have throughout the next school year, thanks to the professor I've been assisting this semester. Thank the LORD because I was afraid I was going to be internship-less till next summer. Not the engineering internship I wanted, but hey, it pays well and looks good on a resume, so how can I complain? God I want it to be summer - and I REALLY hope I pass Calc 2 and Physics 1 so I can take the classes I'm planning on taking over the summer. College really takes the motivation out of me, and unfortunately the creativity too. Maybe that's why I stay up so late.
And WOW, reading through my old posts felt like walking through a cemetery. God, I was young - the difference in intellectual and emotional intelligence going from age 15 to age 20 is astounding. I used to sound so...stupid! Seriously, if I typed up something without correct capitalization, punctuation, spelling and grammar NOW, send me to an asylum because that means I've gone insane. I feel like correcting all of my old posts like a high school English teacher, but that spoils the fun of looking back to see how idiotic I used to be. Fun fun. And anyway, looking back gave me the idea that I can post the many poems I've written over the years and get some legitimate feedback. Still need the time to type them up, but it's an idea!
No complicated smiley faces this time around, It's almost 3 a.m. and I don't want to keep my roommate up any longer with my loudly typing fingers...and I guess I have class in the morning, but that's Priority Number 2.
Priority Number 1 is sleep, in case you were wondering.
"You"...who is this "you" person I'm speaking to? This post is by myself, for myself, and pretty much to myself. Does anyone even read these? I think not. (God that's depressing. Time to take my sertraline).
Boogers.
That's right. B O O G E R S.
The end.
<3 Sayder