Having a livejournal account has taught me two things; 1, I wrote (and thought) a lot of really fucking dumb things when I was a teenager, and 2, I can't write consistent updates for shit. I think the main reason I haven't deactivated any of my accounts yet is because I have a shitty memory, and being able to look back at what I've written over the ( Read more... )

Haha, remember when I decided to keep a weekly journal again? That lasted about 4 weeks. I'm impressed it made it past two. Anyways, because I still have things I wanted to talk about/record for my own purposes, I decided to see if I can get back into updating. I might not do it as a weekly thing anymore, maybe monthly. Who even knows ( Read more... )

Here's a general overview of my first two years, in case any of you were wondering what it's like to study at an art-oriented school instead of a regular university. One class in particular (Introduction to Anatomy) will get it's own entry because I have a lot to say about my experiences in it. Like I mentioned in my first update, I'm currently ( Read more... )

As promised, the other half of my subway stories. I apologize for the delay; I was going to update on Thursday but LJ made a completely unnecessary layout update and I got annoyed so I just decided to write this up some other time. Thankfully they haven't fucked up my actual journal layout yet, because I spent a good 3 hours redrawing that dumb ( Read more... )

So I mentioned this in my last update, and figured I'd post my collection of subway stories here, in case anyone missed them on facebook, or just wanted to hear more about them. I'll break it down into a few categories: what the fuck are you wearing, what the fuck is going on, please do not talk to me, & that one cute guy. This will get a bit ( Read more... )

Inspired by Rosanna's post a few days ago, here's an update on my life since I don't post to twitter much, and my facebook updates are usually about cats and the weird fucking people on the ttc/subway. Complete with song lyrics LJ cut, for that extra nostalgia.

( I want a whole lot more than the boy next door, I want hell on wheeeeeeeeeels )