Hmm... This college thing is confusing. So many thoughts. Not enough time to deal with them all. Why is this so difficult? Why does this have to happen now? Can't I have some time to adjust, and get my priorities straight?

Meh, whatever.

SO, how's life on this side of the fence, guys? Anything amazing happen to anyone?


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Haha, okay. So this whole school thing?
Totally out the window.
GOODBYE, HIGH SCHOOL!!
And hello, college!

That's ri-iiiiiight! Your beloved Mika has graduated, and is living it up on a college campus somewhere in Idaho. WHOO! So... I'm back, just in case there were any misconceptions. Yay, me!

I really don't have any new art, and I haven't written on FireFlight for AGES... I'll have to fix that. But dear GAWD, being a music major is kickass!

HAI, GUISE!

School. That's where I've been.
And suffering with dial-up internet that won't let me get on dA.
School computers are better, until the administrators BLOCK THE SITE...

Which will prolly happen again, now that i'm back on at school...

But, hey. As long as I'm here, I'll make lemonade, yes? Yes. Sounds good.

I'm probably disqualified from any contests I entered, missing the deadline for entry and all that stuff. Damn. I fail at life. And drawing. And art in general. But HEY! I got a camera for Christmas. I will overload you all with horrid self-pictures. Bahaahaaaa!

*cough*

...I MISSED YOU GUYS!! SO MU-HUCH!
*tackleglomps*

Yeah.. I have no idea where that title came from. It's been one of those days.

But, anyway.

I've recently noticed that there are less and less literature deviations being submitted, and that they aren't getting as much air time as the visual arts. Now, I realize that most of us are attracted by the pretty pictures and the bright colors and whatnot, but I can't help but wonder...


Does anyone read anymore?

Are authors such as myself... a dying breed? It's just a thought, but... It scares me to think that in a few years, writing will all but die out completely in our society.

Or maybe it's a cycle. Yeah. A cycle of interest in the arts, then a loss of interest, and so on and so forth.

....Yeah. That's what it is.

I hope.

TOO MUCH STRESS!!
TOO MUCH INFO!!
TOO LITTLE BRAIN SPACE!!

*explosion*

*brain splatters*


Yeah, okay. Life is... interesting.

1. I went to a friend's house on Friday (something I NEVER get to do) and stayed the whole weekend. My mom was fine with it. She was all smiles and sunshine and... yeah. It was gross. So I stayed the whole weekend, got home Sunday night and Mom BLOWS UP in my face with some crappy idea that since I stayed the whole week I 'obviously don't feel that I have any resonsibilities at hime and that I would rather live at my friend's house than at home with my own family. Then I got pissed and said that I don't have much of a family. I went to bed angry that night. My pillow was very tear-soaked.

2. On the way to school, Mom gets going again, and another arguement breaks out, ending when she slams on the breaks and says 'If you don't like it, you can leave and move in with someone else!'.
So I walked the rest of the way to school.

3. School was awesome. I let all my frustration out by telling my friends what had gone down. My friends rule.

4. I rediscovered the 'Shoebox of Doom' that lives beneath my bed. It's full of old, dusty notebooks with failed novel attempts. I went over them, and I'm starting to write on them again.

5. Nothing on this one. just felt like putting a number five in. Five is a nice, happy number.

So... yeah. that's my rant for the day. Sorry for wasting your time.