I'm so excited, I cant wait until May 8th! Something special is going to happen, but I dont want to spill the beans.

I decided when looking at some of my old artwork that I'm going to post it. I'm going to post the good as well as some of the bad, just to show where I started from. I was and wasnt shocked at how bad some of my artwork was back then. lol I still think I dont draw very well at all, but there are times when I'm completely satisfied with a certain work. I find that certain pieces will be finished and some will never seem perfect or to my satisfaction.

I've got a migrane again >damn lights!!!< and I'm waiting for it to go away.

I havent really been inspired lately. I've found myself getting antsy and easily bored. I've been looking and reading old stuff of mine to become inspired. I find it just anoys me more, because I feel like I could have drawn, or painted, or written it better. I cant believe how many things I'm into. I dont understand how people can stick to one thing or topic or style in here. I find it hard to either stick to painting, or writing, or photography, etc. My Gallery is a mix match of odds and ends. I wonder if there is anyone else here at Deviant art who is like me, as far as having different mediums and methods all put into the same gallery. Its weird for me to stick to one thing. I have interests every where.

The artwork I'm going to post with in the next couple of days will mostly be paintings or pencil or charcoal pieces. Almost all of my art work has been done in class. I find some of my most favorite sketches or doodles are on lined paper! Its so anoying. These will go into scraps.

I've been doing alot of reading and browsing and I've seen so many people post up negative comments on people's artwork or profile. Lately It seems like I'm seeing more bad than good in people around me. Yesterday, I went to my mom's house to pick up my brother, and instead my mom, my brother, and I went to lowe's to pick up some stuff for my bro. Well it didnt turn out well. My brother and I became angry and impatient every time mom stoped to look at something. He was suppose to help me, and since it was so late he didnt want to help me anymore. He was also having one hell of a nicotine fit. >I hate cancer sticks, they taste like bad broccoli< Well anyways, Its not really an excuse. Anyways, it was like a ripple effect. Every time this happens I end up really pissed off and leave. I hate it because something always happens that puts me in a bad move. I swear that house is cursed!!!! I thinks its haunted, cuz there are many things that has happened their. I think my mom should have it blessed. Most people think I'm joking about that, but I'm not. Considering my family history. Strange things always happen there. I'm glad I moved.