I have been all but disconnected from the digital world for well over four months now. Computer has been sitting idly on the floor since the end of May due to the display slowly degenerating over the last few months of school and then finally succumbing to itself. Finals were evidently hard on Computer. Now that it's back I'm hypnotized by all the lovely little buttons and images on my screen, and even filled in a mood to watch the little distracted circle man behave like I do sometimes. Dance sucka, dance.

I think about deviantart, about what it is, and about the fact that I've only submitted nine "works" from this time last year. I'm not sure what I'm writing here, why I'm writing, why I'm writing here, and find myself going back and forth correcting and omitting things already. I'm honestly not sure what to think of it when all the issues and benefits that have already been explored by members much more committed and active then myself are considered. It is, after all, only the internet...

Today is my birthday. I am twenty two. I feel like letting people know, even people I don't know. I can't shake the feeling that it is just another day. The fact that it is a Sunday doesn't help either. The fact that I am indifferent towards what most people my age would go out of their way to engage in on their own birthdays is an even greater deterrent to getting me to leave my apartment. Shit's wack yo.

Friend advised me to start keeping a journal again to help ward off creative stagnation. Wonder what the correlation between artists and arrogance is. Been thinking for some time that it's close.

I might write something later. Will try to submit some photos that I haven't had the chance to make all purdy and ready for display.

Trying to keep in touch.

Go visit my friends.