So. Hi VOX community.
I start these things out of boredom, and usually don't extend for more than a few days. I started one because I liked what someone did with theirs on deviantArt.
I'm working on making mine look interesting, but in due time..
School and such is really hectic right now.
So since I'm lazy, I'll just copy my journal entry from dA.
Sugar, Spice, and everything nice
I don't really have anything to talk about, I just want to type for the hell of it..
But
I don't have a strain of consciousness right now. It's locked up and
pulled out. I'll eat it again tomorrow. Like left over Chinese.
I want to draw sexy things..but I don't know what. And I've got no reference. Some one pose for me. Just kidding.
Breasts are fun to draw and supple women with curves in the right places.
Unlike myself.
:waits for people to throw things at me:
You, darling will never know what its like,
Luba don't forget to try and stop by some time for those mirror pieces. I do not think my mother wants to keep them for much longer.
Europe yeah. My father asked me the other day about colleges in Europe.
I
don't want to leave all my friends and loved ones. So I don't know. I
want to go to Europe, But I suggest to anyone with half a mind to get
out of America, its not the place to be in the next 20 years. 10 years
or less quite possibly.
to be made from something so flawed.
I
have an artist block. And it sucks, well I have a lot of artists
blocks.. I just can't seem to get out of the one I'm in.. I have no new
ideas..everything is the same..
Just like everyday.
In and out, bored.
My
mother presses for me to get a job, my father says don't worry about
it.. But I need things.. Like I would like a new laptop since mine is
slow as hell and has no space on it, I've filled it up, and it's all
music and TV shows.. ._.
You know what I've noticed. No matter how much you type, there will always be a scroll bar. I've always wanted to type so much the scroll bar just disappeared. But, no its never happened...
Let it be known to all, that to me you are..
I need some new good music, I've listened mine all out. I need to find my muse. It left me and hasn't perched on my shoulder in a long while to whisper great inspirations in my ear.
My brain is dying, my heart is tearing, indifference is plastered on my face, watching my color run in the rain.
I'm becoming nobody.
perfect.
