I haven't updated this journal for a year. It's just crazy to think that. I guess I have forgotten about this site.

Regardless, it's crazy to think about how much my life has changed since 2000 when I first came upon deviantart. It's funny to look through all these old journal entries and see how much of a moody little baby I was...sheesh. What did I really have to be so mopey about? Someone should have slapped me, but here I am. I guess those days I just found comfort in whatever I was doing on the computer, on in photoshop, but I was always secluded and that never makes anyone happy. It's just so weird. Now when I think about spending time on the computer it sorta makes me feel sick, but that's where I'll spend the majority of my professional life. Here I am, 23 years old, on the verge of graduating college. I have direction in my life and I feel like everything that I was looking for during those angsty adolensence years, I found. I was always looking for more, more, more, but I just couldn't find it in my home town. I know I will always be looking for more, but I think that is the nature of the artist, isn't it? My reasoning for writing this is just to clairify that whomever may stumble upon this page or whoever may read those old journal entries or look through my gallery that you are looking at the very confusing and frustrating years of a growing artistic mind, haha so please understand that even though it may seem like I wasn't going to make it, I did just fine. Take care.