*taps the edge of the key board, brain dead on how to find the words to explain* Well, I know I promised some out there that I'd finally spill the beans on what has been bothering me for the last week or so. And as much as I hate to do so, I still can't find the right way of explaining any of it. The best thing I can do is, to those that read the piece, a couple lines from my new piece in cw explains it briefly. So, if you remember the wording, there you go. Otherwise, just be patient with me for a while longer... *sighs* Anyways, how about a little story? Everyone knows that art is a part of who I am, right? I mean, when I was 2 I painted the kitchen in food coloring. I wasn't part of the clean up crew, but I enjoyed creating the mess. Or so I am told. Anyhow...I have certain parts of art that hold deep bonds on my heart. Two of said bonds come from these mechanical pencils I have. Yeah, what a loser. They're only stainless steel, $45 pencils, how can they hold such meaning. Well, let me tell you how... The first one is a baby blue one. My friend Geoff got it for me the day after I decided to become a comic book artist. This was about seven or so years ago. That thing was inseparatable from me. Even if I wasn't drawing, I had it tucked away in my pocket. It wasn't because it was from Geoff, but because it won me 8 of the 12 art contests I'd entered with it. The thing was luck. Well, after Geoff...moved on to a better place...I basically stopped drawing for an entire year. No comics. No painting. Not even a tiny kitty sculpture. Then one day, 3 years ago tomorrow, my mom came home with a gift for me. She'd gone to the only store in Indiana with them and bought me another one. One that wouldn't remind me of my best friend. Well, this one is the black one that many have held in their pocessions. Well, I made a promise to myself that as long as I had that one, I'd never give up art for any reason save for me dying. That thing was even luckier than the blue one. I guess you can say I base my life on luck. Don't know why. Anyways, that one means alot to me. There have been days I've skipped school because I couldn't find it. Now, Bob has it, which is fine cause I trust her with it. Heh...I don't give it to anyone I don't trust. *shakes head* And that's two reasons I'll be the biggest, fat loser anyone shall ever know. *sighs* Anyways, enough rambling and story time from me. You've all got better things to do and I have to work on my senior memory book for English class. This is everyone's favorite haisha Senji-ku signing off, saying ja mata and catch ya on the flipside Random Quote: You're dead for a real long time, you just can't prevent it. So if money can't buy happiness, I guess I'll just have to rent it! Weird Al, from the song 'This is the Life'