after lurking in creative abscess, I'm back.

I feel so uninspired latley. I have a lot of pent-up anger that's just dying to be expressed in some healthy manner, but noooo. I'd rather keep it bottled up inside until the angry contents threaten to blow the lid off my sanity.

Is divine inspiration going to strike me soon? Now?

...how about now?

Maybe I'd better get to leaking out some of my ridiculous post-adolescent angst onto paper.

Now that I've actually started submitting things (though they aren't exactly wonderful works of art), I am compelled to create new pieces. I took so many pictures today, and I can only hope they came out looking semi-decent. I want a better camera so badly. A nicer, higher-quality digital camera. Also, I'd love some new lenses for my SLR, but they're so fucking expensive. I can't afford hobbies.

I actually have some pageviews now! And comments! Gosh, this is exciting I'm no longer just a casual observer, yay!

I'm debating whether or not to put up a series of photos I took last night. They aren't spectacular, but they're interesting and definately capture a feeling. We'll see.

hoooooray! Three cheers for finding my old photo portfolio from high school. They'll be up sometime this weekend.

Yay, I finally published some stuff! Nothing incredibly significant, considering it's all ancient, but no matter. I have about 10 scraps in my scrapbook, and one prose essay in my gallery. Moving on up!