camie-frenchie

I quote the great Pedro of Napoleon Dynamite when I admit my lack of inspiration for this entry. I just wanted to push the previous entry back into obscurity. Well, I couldn't help but notice that in terms of page views I'll soon hit 6k. I guess this should be exciting, but I'm slightly dreading it. I hate the number six with a passion unmatched. Art-wise I've been drawing some crazy doodles lately. I'm considering starting a blog to house them and use them to explore my own subconscious, lest they all attack me in my sleep. So evolution (nice segue I realize) has been very interesting to me lately. Last night I skimmed through an illustrat

as I type I am currently being traumatized by a foreign ringtone originating from somewhere in my house. with my peripheral hearing (did I just invent a new way of using one of the main 5 senses?), I can only make out "friends. something something. you can depend on." which makes for a terrifying loop in conjunction with a "no duh" moment. I'm well aware that my friends are something I can depend on. that's why I call them friends. well that's enough of that. I am packing for my camping trip tomorrow, the first one I'll have ever been on without parents. that doesn't mean adults won't be present, as chronologically I am an adult. psychologic