Lowland-Swagger

Hey, guys.

So, some people may have noted that I haven't been on much in the last, oh say, six months or so. it's been coming on for a while (as I'm sure is evidenced by my long absenteeism) but I think I really need to take some time off from DA for a while.

I'm writing this journal to make it sort of official, and to let you guys know that I haven't been hit by a truck or anything. You guys have been really amazing and supportive ever since I started posting on this website.

The thing is, DeviantART is supposed to be fun. And it is fun, it's just that for a while now maintaining my gallery's seemed like a chore.I started feeling guilty about not keeping up with it all. It shouldn't be like that. This whole thing, this whole beautiful, amazing thing that is the Internet, and art and communities and stuff, that's what it's about.

You know what I love about this site? How I've made friends with people from all over the world. People who like to think, and who came on here looking for other people who wanted to think. And I mean, it's not like we're pretentious little twerps who sit around all day and talk about philosophy and What It's All About, because we aren't, we make fun of bishounen and role play shape-shifting morph-gun parties like the best of them. What I love is that we can do both. It's just been really... nice. I'm glad that there's a place where people can go to find that. I was in eighth grade when I started this gallery, and at the time, that was what I really needed. It's meant a lot to me, and I want to thank you all again.

I wrote that last bit because I want to show you that I'm not mad at the site, or something anyone said, or did, because it's meant a lot to me to have this. I might not even be leaving for good. Maybe I'll create a new account. you know, a fresh start. It could happen. I love what this place stands for. I love connecting with people, whether it's over their high art surrealist treatise on the nature of love, or their crack-tastic yaoi neko comic. Don't you guys just love the Internet? I love the Internet. It's all art, and it's all been fantastic. Dammit, now I'm feeling emotional.

But I just need a break for a while.

And maybe I'll be back.

So, au revoir. Hasta la pasta. Don't eat stale cookies. And don't trust dogs with orange eyebrows.

I love you guys.

-Lowland-Swagger

So I have a Mac. And purple hair.

Life is good.

SO, classes are over. Now I just have three finals to take and I am done. Life is looking up. it really is.

On my first day off from classes, my brother and I went to see Amanda Palmer and Evelyn Evelyn at the Lucille Lortel Theater. It was so good. Like, ahmahgawdidon'tevenlikeWHUT good. They were so funny. And, like, good, and, like ahmigawd. And yeah.

I'm happy to be out of school. I range between saying I don't mind to school to saying I absolutely hate it. It was definitely edging into hatred territory there at the end.

But in any case. Three more finals, and then I am DONE. I have never been more ready.

...maybe I'll actually start posting things again, yeah?

Love and peace.

-LS

...it's time for a new icon.

Except that I have no Photoshop on this computer.

This is a problem.

Hello. This is my self-pity entry.

I have a cold. A bad, bad cold. It makes my head go all spinny and free-associative. I woke up at four a.m. on Friday and thought people were standing over my bed criticizing my positions.

This is just a sort of poking-my-head-in-to-say-hi entry. It's proving very difficult to form full sentences right now, although I do believe I'm starting to feel better, because my anxiety is starting to manifest again.

My life for the last three days has been one long blur of tissues, pajamas, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Yes, Buffy. Lots and lots of Buffy. I cleared through the entirety of Seasons Six and Seven in under two days. I also watched the first episode of the Prisoner, and Six Degrees of Separation.

I also found a pretty awesome remix of Pop Songs from 2009, too, if you're interested in that kind of thing. www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNzrwh…

Oh, don't look at me like that. If I can like both the Sex Pistols and Lady GaGa, you can too.

Mmmm, James Marsters is so pretty. Pity he spends the first six seasons as a lying, murderous fuckhead. I need to find me a trench coat like that.

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