I've been thinkin a bit. Thinking of all I've tried for, all I've aspired for, and all the ambitions I keep so close. So much I want to do... but I accomplish so little. I don't know what's up, i guess. Lots of frustration with my own stuff and work, feeling detatched from the old friends and crew, and all my other usual quirks and bumps. Still hate seeing couples. Still wonder why people do stupid things. Still wonder why the worl's so shallow. lol, I'm no better sometimes, though. I'm that one guy who knows he's going to fail, but I try anyway. I guess that feeling that I'm still trying means something, right? I don't even know sometimes, but I do know some things. I will always do my utmost to be a good person, to try to reach, and to make a stand.

Looking at my work, I wonder why I am such a moosh. Chasing that ideal, the perfect, simple, awkward romance that only happens in my head. I mean, it's not a bad thing... i think. Just wondering sometimes why my head can do it but the world can't. Meh...

Working on some new stuff that has been brewing in my head for so long... but it just isn't coming out right. Polishing and trimming usually leads to me starting over on the same idea. we'll see what I can pull off.