Tuesday, September 22, 2009



If anyone out there needs more proof that favorites and pageviews on deviantART do NOT mean you're a great artist, here you go.


Rockin' the Suburbs

I'm not enjoying this new job as much as I should be. Working for a client on a long-term project is far more stressful and difficult than working on small freelance commission pieces. I always feel like I'm not going anywhere with it, I'm stuck fixing problems that should have been figured out from the beginning. It's pretty lame. Blagh.

As for the comic, I'm REALLY getting back into it. However I don't have as much time to work on it now. So this is just all kinds of lame. >8| The first three chapters are plotted out. Things will tie together as it goes, trust me. The story will seem jumbled and wtf at first, but it all falls into place. I'm meticulous with my plot devices and I hate to leave any plot holes.



Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Learn to Fly

I turn 24 in 3 months. I haven't had a real birthday celebration in three years. Hell, I only ever get maybe two gifts. Not that I'm complaining, I'm very grateful for those who remember. I just sometimes wish more people would.

It's cold and I'm getting goosebumps on my arms. There is no hair on my arms, but I'm getting goosebumps. It is the weirdest looking thing. Looks like I have some kind of horrible rash or skin condition. So gross, yet still pretty funny.

There is a lot of shit on my mind. Most of it is too personal/business related to get into detail about. But it's there.

I really miss being a kid. I didn't take advantage of it at the time. I was very quiet, very awkward. Lived in a redwood forest with nobody around I could just hang out with. Spent a lot of time alone, entertaining myself. I blame my artistic sense on that forced reclusive nature. I had nothing better to do than draw and create. I both love and hate it.

Ever since I lost my best online friend (not by death, by life), I've been trying to make new friends online. It's difficult for me. I'm not as easy going and outward as some. I often feel I come off as a jackass or just plain creepy. It's really not helpful when I'm ignored so often by those I love.

Erik is working constantly now. I hardly get to see him, and when I do it's while he's working.

I feel the only solace I can take is in music right now. I can't talk about my problems with friends. I feel I'm just bothering them. Apparently that's why I lost my other friend. I was a bother. Oh bother.

Growing up sucks balls.

Friday, September 11, 2009


I like being able to draw cutesy things again.