@Driftwood: Long time, no post. Kidding. It’s fine; I’ve been busy procrastinating on finals, and wasting all of my time on online games.

With the art stuff, I think I get what you’re implying. There’s the choice of hiding behind your art, or to grow as both a person and artist. I’ve seen a lot of people stick to either route, and it makes them end up in pretty different places (but experience and such is also a factor). You have those few absurdly popular painters, and then the vast amount of pity-hungry youngsters whom only draw vent art, whining about how terrible their lives are. (Some of them do, infact, live terrible lives, though.)

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I hope all your travels are safe. I haven’t actually been on a plane in 7 about years. That was the time I got to visit Hawaii, because my mom’s boyfriend was stupidly rich, and had nothing better to do with his money.

Actually, I went through my twitter archive today, and found tweets dating back from that trip. (Yes, 9-10 year old me decided to use twitter.) All of them are either discussing the freakish amount of bug bites I encountered, or the too-sweet teriyaki I dreadfully endured. I just didn’t know how well I had it. We even lived in a little community that had a golf course and clubhouse. (Not to mention the tennis court and pool. They also brought in a chef every Wednesday for build-your-own pasta.)

I remember that one of the many times we ate at the clubhouse restaurant, I was holding back tears, because I believed that I was morbidly obese. No one accused 90lb, 4’7 me of being such, I just assumed it. I was completely oblivious to the world around me, and I’ll always regret it.

Blah, what a tangent that was. Anyways, later this year, I might be able to travel out of state for my birthday. By myself. It’s still decently theoretical, though. But I look forward to it, nonetheless.