*Khestrel

First of all, sorry I died in the middle of my big art trade project. My computer exploded and to fix it my good friend Techsupport person #3 over at DELL and I decided wiping it was the best way to fix things. So I had no art programs or way to access .psd files until I went home and got my program CDs. Now that that's fixed, I'm back. And if I replied to you in my last journal entry and said lets do a trade and you still want one, note me.

I also went through and erased three years and 32+ pages of journal entries because they were embarrassing as hell. Reading three years worth of teenage self-indulgence made me realize a) there really are just so many ways to write "rocks my socks" (apparently my favorite phrase in my high school years) and b) holy shit was I a spoiled, entitled teenager. I just want to thank and apologize to any person who read any of those entries over the years and didn't throttle me. Your kindness was too great. Literally every other entry was about oh, I got bored and went on a $300 shopping spree for purses and makeup today (which I didn't use), oh, my tablet was acting a little funny so my parents ran out and bought me a new one. Oh, we went to Borders for the third time this week and spent another $80 on books. Oh, my parents got me a nice used car for my first car. I don't like it, but I guess I'll deign to take it for a year until I'm a better driver and can take care of a new one *complain**complain*. I'll stop there. There's like thirty more pages of that crap but I'm making myself sick. Oh well, that's definitely not me anymore. It's amazing how living on your own can prune that spoiled child right out of you.

And finally, I know this is probably going to null the entire paragraph I just wrote but you wanna see something pretty my daddy got me?

Tite Kubo creator of Bleach was at ComicCon this year so I asked my dad to score his autograph for me. I do love my father.