Wellllllll....

Umm....

Again, I'm alive.

Nothing too interesting. I'm seventeen. I've graduated. I'm a Fine Arts/CompSci major at UNO due to attend in the fall. I have a scholarship. I got lots of money. I got a computer. I'm going to get another tablet within the next couple of months. Depends on my income.

I have stuff...a.k.a. new artwork...but...dunno if I should put it up. It's all so...everywhere.

I have a couple of things from my portfolio from the art show and such...but that's about it. I have had no time to think as of late.

Once I get my tablet, I'll probably scrounge up the cash for a D40 and start taking pictures of scene kids. Haaaa. j/k. I'm actually going to need a camera for college.

Ugh. This is freaking me out. But I'm so glad to be out of high school so I can start over. No more hiding from guidance counselors that hate my guts. No more taking the long way to class to hide from the principal and the same freaking guidance counselor. Those women scared me to death...

Anyway. New computer. Flippin' schveet. It's a Gateway emachines dealie. 2GB memory, 320 GB hd. I got some logitech speakers (HOSHIZ IT HAS A SUB DDD: -totally in love-) and a 500 GB external hard drive that runs Guild Wars like it's nothing. It's beautiful. I can nerd out and not freak out about lagging out or the constant refreshing of one frame per five seconds of movement. Kinda sucks when you're getting mobbed by some monsters four levels higher than you and have gone totally aggro.

Kinda like Flyff. Except more agonizingly slow. I get to watch my NecroMesmer die.

I started a new GW file on Nightfall, so all should be good.

I found some of my old J-Rock/indie stuff...and it's like...a major throwback to a time in my life that I'm really ashamed of. I was such an idiot.

Ugh. THAT ASIDE. My life is pretty ace and I have no complaints. No more high school, yay to college, yay to everything going pretty smoothly. And yay to copious amounts of folk metal. I'm addicted to Eluveitie. Beautiful metal with Gaulish lyrics (and English, and possibly Swedish), tin whistles, and bag pipes. I like that in my metal. And it doesn't hurt the singer's growls like Odin.