3 years later and I conclude I was a very strange, houdini child with little talent indeed. So I am back to try and force some improvement into me before it really is too late. At 13, I thought I was too old to ever improve in the art world. So what did I do? I gave up... At 16, I obviously must be screwed if that is the case, even though I am still a child and at 13, I was practically fresh from the womb.
So I am back (ish) to try and force some improvement on myself and do something about these ever-failous pixelling skills. CC is a necessity I will force upon everybody. Be brutal until I cry then urge I create venetian sculptures from my tears.
Anyway, what's been happening? I've been writing one hell of a lot, drawing here and there (but mostly writing, if you want to know the truth) and recently, pixelling once again. It's a very theruputic activity, I find and it makes me quite happy indeed. I only curse myself for giving up in the first place, because had I persevered, I would have been able to pixel God himself, not that I even believe in God, but the tale of ideologies is entirely another story.
What's changed? If you look back at my old entries, you will see that I used a lot of unnecessary emoticons and my literacy was not that adequate, but now, I am somewhat less... exciteable... i.e. annoying. I've had braces on and off in the three years I've been away and I'm going to college in September. Insanity. I've also had a boyfriend for seven months, who is six foot five inches... And I myself have lost weight, but gained height, I'm five foot seven now, whereas before I was a little chubby eleven stone midget. My hair is also racing longer and longer, past my chest now so I can run around topless and pretend I am a mermaid.