So. I'm taking a photography class. It's my current obsession. My hands smell like chemicals from it a large amount of the time, even though some days I don't even even go in the dark room. I'm not that skilled at it, but once I figure out how to make my scanner work I'll put a few of the colour pictures I took on here. It won't be until about the end of January that we can take all the black and white ones home.

Anyways. That's my life at the moment.

I'd also highly recommend breaking your computer if you spend too much time on it because you (well... at least I did) suddenly will realize how much time there is to do wonderful things like read long books.

Hi. I felt that since I haven't changed my journal in forever, that now would be a good time to do so.

Art update: I'm taking art history in school and I've decided that abstract sculpture is my new favourite type of art. I'd also like to point out that Andy Goldsworthy is the most insane artist I've heard of so far. He's crazy and my friend is obsessed. She's like "If it were winter I would be outside making sticks stay together by freezing them together!" The idea of lying out on the sidewalk while it rains and then getting up when it stops and having an outline of your body on the sidewalk would be sort of fun... if you did it with the right people.

I guess that's the end.

I thought that since I've been way too busy with school and junk to actually do anything that I could pretend is artistic (unless you like reading essays on fascinating topics like snow and spin in tennis written for an academic writing class I had) to post here, so I thought I would write a journal entry.

Please excuse my rambling.

I guess I'll just write a weird random rant about my life now. I had math homework every night and a 500+ word essay to write every week for the last 8 or 9 weeks of school, but now I have a much easier schedule and I'm planning on writing poetry, drawing, and being generally more artistic.

Hopefully I'll actually do that.

My art teacher still has my favourite drawings that I did.

So... yeah...

My last thought is that people are much better at seeing their own drawings as bad than they are are seeing their own writing as bad...

I guess that's it until I mysteriously appear again.

The whole point is that I haven't been here in a really long time and I really haven't written anything other than stupid school stuff in a while and I really am not feeling inspired to scan any drawings, partially because my art teacher has them ALL. Except for ones I don't want to scan... But enough excuses...

The whole point of this journal entry is me wondering...

Can anyone else touch their nose with their tongue? No one I know can and now I'm trying to find someone else who can...

Anyways, that's it for this moment. Maybe I'll feel less school-ish sometime...

I make no sense to me, which means I'll make less sense to you, can you make negitive sense? Is that even possible? It must be, if I wrote down all of the half-formed thoughts that hardly even pass for a thought, much less a sentance, then they'd make no sense to me, who thought them, so how can someone who didn't think them understand them as well as the thinker, therefore they would make negitive sense due to their making zero sense to me. And that was a majorly run-on sentance. Oops. Which probably makes very close to no sense for either you or me. But it'll all be alright in the end because pigs have wings.