Helionoir

Where has all the time gone?  Where has all the time gone? I'm sorry if I haven't been responding on a more frequent basis.  Sorry if I haven't been posting nearly as much as I should be.  I'm running low on time with massive school work.  However, don't feel bad, this summer I am going to try to get into a Computer Art's class so I get to do art for my homework and submit more stuff here as well. I've got tests and papers just ALL over the place.  I have a few projects going, but they're usually just sort of wrapped up in this weird place that has no time to have fun.  I believe I have two papers due this monday, as well as an expressive p

I posted something new last night.  It's probably because I don't upload all that often, but I run into the same problem everytime.  What do I catagorize myself as?  What is the classification of my style? I say anime, because that's where my roots are, but it's not quite anime.  It's not comic book stuff, because the lines aren't stylized after that.  It's not this, it's not that?  What exactly is it?  So if you can think of some catagory befitting to my style, go ahead and tell me.  I will probably not be offended--even if you say the garbage can. It's my time of the month again... Rather, it's my month again.  I think my body's running o

Yes, my brain is dead.  I cannot.  Think.  Proper.  If there was ever such a thing.  I think what's happened to me is that I caught ADD.  I guess I need to talk about it before sex.  So I don't spread this terrible brain rotting disease!  It's the only way I can explain it.  I had sex with someone who has ADD and now I've got it... Today I spent my day in a haze of... anti-thought.  Period. I'm tired, but that's not the explaination. Am I going crazy?  I guess the answer is a yes.  I'm not me today.  I've never been so, unlike me, before.  Are these even sentences?  Ahh, didn't think so.  My brain has gone to mush.  I am brain-mushy.  Brai