Long time... no friggin' see.

Haha, haven't actually been active on here in ages. I sometimes come on to check out the latest and the greatest to add to my favs.

The thing is, I've done SOOOO much art/story, yet have not put any on here. Things much better than what I have on there now. It feels weird evolving and growing in skill and looking back at past art, thinking "Wow... that's pretty bad."

Bad news is: I had to restore my computer. So any art or stories I made on the computer.... gone. THANK YOU VIRUSES! Haha, I guess it's my punishment for years of pirating programs. Oh, well. I'll start working on stuff now that I have the time. I like fresh starts. (This is my optimism kicking in.)

On another note, life is pretty good. Besides my recent health crisis, things are well.

I've been partying like a fool, eating everything in sight, hanging around, being poor. Yesss

Speaking of being poor, I already have another job, again. Barnes & Noble. Booyahhhhhhhh.

Halloween weekend is going to be.... nuts. 2 parties. Six Flags. Trick-or-treating. Six Flags will be a blast. We plan on smoking up right before we go in and going straight on the Superman ride. Hahahah, talk about flying high... hahahah. Annnddd my Link costume is near done for Halloween. WOOO!!!

School, is BS, like usual. I've been absent a lot and haven't been doing any work... yet my progress report was great. Hm. I can't complain

Oh, I had the craziest dream the other night, too. I thought I'd share:

I'm standing next to my partner in a dark room on the 40th floor of some skycraper. One side of the room was window... all window. I had on a business suit, along with something incredibly heavy strapped to my back. It was covered in a case. I had no idea what my partner actually looked like, but I knew he was a male by the voice. We were standing directly in front of a panicked man, breathing heavily, while consistantly glancing behind him, to the windows. I was perfectly calm. He kept moving backwards, inching toward the windows with his hands in the air, gasping "Please...no..it wasn't me!". We've had enough of this seemingly long chase. As I take a step forward, his eyes widen. He, then, turns to the windows, runs, and LEAPS right out of the building. We both run to the shattered window and watch as the man actually lands PERFECTLY onto the pavement at the bottom. You'd think he'd have turned into scrambled eggs, but no. He seemed to have just twisted his ankle out of stupidity. He then started to make a run for it, but his limp slowed him down. He was persistant, though. He kept running. My partner stands behind me, yelling, "Aren't you going to go after him!?!?!?". To which I calmly reply, "No... I think I'll just admire the view.". A smirk travels onto my face, as I pull out the .50 calibur sniper rifle from the case that was previously on my back. I quickly aim the heavy rifle at the limping runner...

POW! Direct into it his leg. It blew his leg right off. (I know, that's a bit much, but it did.) My partner was horrified. I drop the rifle and say, "Stopped him... didn't it?". I, then, briskly jump off of the building, landing onto the pavement below. I walk away with ease as the pavement continues to crack behind me, from my land. (think I, Robot) As I walk towards the legless man, I pull down my left sleeve, checking the materia I had embedded in my arm... Haste was the major one I remember. I walk to the man, hovering over him as he yelps in pain. For some reason, the streets were empty, so nobody heard his cries. I take out a pistol, aim it at his face and simply say, "Silly rabbit...".


The end! Hehe

I've been dreaming a lot lately, and I found this one a bit interesting because I KNOW the dream was much longer than this.... but it is a haze. I remember being in a tunnel at one point. Thats it, really. But, yayyyyy for being a Turk.

Anyway, I have no real news, because I am currently very out of it. TATA!