lots of new stuff happening in my life. None of it worth telling. I hope to have much more stuff, but I've said that too many times before. Half a year left. I feel much wiser now, but much more useless in the ways of art. I know so much, but do so little.

I want nothing more to just make stuff all day long. Life has it's ways though, don't it?

Regardless, =ZenirixWolf is visiting me, and we're hopefully going to work on lots of art together. Things seem very unmotivated right now, I hate this desert heat.

I'll see you guys and gals sooner or later.

No this is actually SungSung's girlfriend... mate... annoyance, whatever he calls me.
I am here to inform his peoples that no he's not dead and that I, the woman in shining armor, is trying to get him to UPDATE MORE but he fails miserably at it. But I've noticed it runs in his family. (his brother comes here to but updates like once a year.)

I've been making him work out too.
He thanks me for it.
But I think he'll want to take back that thanks when he gets into the hardcore working out and he's in pain the next day.

(but I wonder if he feels pain.)
should I do something Wile E. Coyote like on him?
see if he feels it?
huh?
something to ponder about.

I return for the year's end to see that dA is becoming more and more like Myspace! yay...

The addition of pictures in journal posts and customizable layouts makes navigating through people's pages just as excruciatingly painful as finding someone's player on Myspace to shut off their crappy music. Which, by the progress of it, dA will be able to have the addition of stupid music too! w00t! for digression.

Actually, I kidd... It's kind of interesting seeing different layouts.

But, the categories are growing increasingly irritating... They make me wanna kick the dA mascot in the nuts!

now that that's out... I've got nothing else to say to you kiddies, so go back to bed.

I'm such an ass..


Listening to: myself coughing... I'm Dying...
Reading: my will.
Watching: pr0n in another window.
Playing: ...guess...
Eating: shit and dying.
Drinking: Water.
Show these: to no one.

Just like a cloud of smoke, I can be seen in a moment then the wind passes me along onto a new journey. And only trails and a memory is left of my presence in the places I once was.

Like Houdini, I disappear right in plain sight and vanish without a trace. Actually an unfortunate thing I do to deviantART. A place where I find myself, less and less as time goes by. I do not mean to disappear, but unforeseen events and the mediocrity of preset obligations cause me to stray far away from the friend that I like to visit.

In plain English, I have been gone, and I miss you guys.
Time passes by so quickly anymore. I'm constantly busy with friends, relationships, school, apartment, find a job and just the normal dramas of life.

Last quarter in school I was introduced to 3D Modeling... Something I held off in my studies and something I disregarded as art all together... But, I have grown a better attitude towards it... But, I still marvel at traditional animation. I find 3D art as a invaluable resource for reference material.

I will post more in time... But, for now I will have to bid you all farewell until I return again in the hopefully near future.

--Wolfie Babie!

I met a modern master draftsman, Glenn Vilpu. This guy is the one hired by major animation studios to teach their animators life drawing. THE guy that has taught top animators around the world.

He is originally from Finland. So we started talking, and I couldn't help but mention the some of you guys from various places in the world. Especially some of the few Finnish friends here. thumbs up for all of you guys!

He has truly inspired me to strive in my art more and ever so more. I have admitted that I am not a very good artist... It is one thing to create from the head or imitate a photo... It's another thing to go out and draw things and people on the move. It's something to draw from life. And I know this is mine, as with many other artist's biggest flaw.

Anyways, yeah! Glenn Vilpu! Master Draftsman, look him up. Buy his book.

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