I don't even know if people read these anymore, I've gotten do out of DeviantArt, and I've stopped drawing so much, not to mention I don't draw anything like how I did.
In saying that, I finished year 12 last year and I'd decided some years ago that I would never go to University, and, as I intended, I haven't gone, and still think it's a waste of time and money. I've been looking for a full or part-time job lately, and that's all I've been doing, other than occassionally seeing friends for teas and coffees at Degraves Street.
So I've decided to get back into drawing. I doubt I'll draw nearly as much as I did, even if I am really getting back into it, or perhaps this is just another passing phase. But I'll try as much as I can because I miss that proud feeling I had everytime I'd spent seven or so hours on one picture in Photoshop 7.0.
It's not like I've anything better to do.

As for what I've been doing lately, I don't quite feel like typing it all out so here's an exert of my neglected Myspace blog regarding the same topic that I wrote a couple of days ago:

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Floating to bed with so much icecream. Watching cars go by on City Road and taking note of all the cranes' company names. Wondering about the sky. Chewing a foreign meal that only I could have made and watching a man on his balcony in his undergarments. Louis is waiting to talk with you.
Waiting for my hair to grow, waiting for her to stop being so sad and realise where on earth we are. Writing to six penpals about toes and babies and rocks. Reading a book about a Ukranian boy that makes me laugh. Spending my time with a boy that makes me laugh.
Talking to an ill man.
Talking to people I don't know.
Waiting for Parsley to sprout. Drinking Prince of Wales tea, but sometimes Lady Grey. Drinking air and smoke and people and whiskey. Nausea doing its work on my body that only ever gets smaller as the months go by, no matter what I do.
Eating everything I own.
Eating the world.