SubconciousReality

So I totally lied about more art because I died for a while...AGIAN. -.- My laptop keeps breaking, or getting taken. Soooo. I need a scanner, and recently realized Elizabeth has an ENTIRE sketchbook of mine that I would LOVE to have back -.- Well. I'm really freakin' tired. Night all.

I think I'm actually going to stop neglecting deviantArt. I just need a scanner, or someone to scan my images for me. I need to do a lot of things relating to my artwork, which I really don't even take seriously anymore because it takes a fucking miracle to work a decent piece out of me lately. I've been dabbling in Paintshop Pro, but I honestly can't get used to it, but I know when/if I do get Photoshop I'm going to sit there drooling at the screen like "LOL WUT DO I DO NAO?" Ugh. Now that I have a job I have been so tempted to run to Micheal's and pick up $211 worth of paints, canvas and shit. NO NO NO BAD GINNY. I need pencils and inking

So, my birthday was last Wednesday (June 20th). I'm eighteen and can officially make PORN! Mwhahahahahaa. My mom treated my like crap. She got me a laptop. The end. No cards, no happy birthday, no nutin'. Whatev. It could be worse. I guess.