NOTICE

In four days time, I will be opening a new DeviantArt account. Now that I'm actually finding my own way as an artist, I've decided that I need to establish myself in a more official capacity. I will no longer be checking this account (not that I've been checking it at all recently), but I have no intention of having it removed.

Unless I state otherwise, I will be opening the account under the usename "xcursor," because some prick opened an account named cursor six years ago and never touched it again. I seriously hope the good folks and DeviantArt reevaluate their policies on dormant account preservation, because this is just ridiculous. I spend a good half hour typing random nouns, verbs and adjectives into the username area of DeviantArt pages, and nine times out of ten, there'd be an empty account that just takes up space and a perfectly good name.

I will not be adding much of anyone I currently watch to my new account, only because it would take far too long to dig out my (current) likes and dislikes. It's a shame, since I will be missing out on a number of good deviants, but with any luck, I'll see all of you again some time.

End of line.

SON OF A FUCKING BITCH! Why the hell is my mature content filter on? And I can't fucking turn it off!

I don't check Deviant Art for only a couple of weeks, and over ONE THOUSAND deviations piled up in my watch list? Seriously, I have to stop watching so many people.

Anywhoo, art college is pretty fun. We're learning objectively and stuff. I could compose you up a mean chicken salad if I wanted to, and tell you exactly why it works for me.

I'll be submitting stuff soon, but honestly, I've been swamped. However, I do feel that I've improved artistically, so hopefully the stuff I chuck at you guys will be something worth looking at.

'Till then.

Hey, watchers. First thing is, I'd like to apologize to all you who like my work. I know I should be updating, especially since I've begun art college, but I just haven't produced anything that I'm entirely proud of recently. I promise that I'll be running on DeviantArt again soon, but I can't tell how soon.

Anyway, on to the topic of this journal entry. So, this morning, I was in bed, and basically asleep, when the phone started ringing. Hardly concious, I just let the machine pick it up, when I heard my dad's voice saying "Alex, pick up! Alex, pick up!"

So, naturally, I picked up.

My dad had a message for me. He had found while yardsaling, how cool is this, an Xbox for $15. Naturally, I was elated. It's not a current system, but there have always been games on the Xbox that I wanted to play but couldn't on account of my lacking an Xbox. He came home and dragged me over, because there were some issues on the arrangement of the purchase. The woman selling it wanted to take the hard drive with her, which would really put a kink in my plans of playing.

When we got there, I learned that the owner wasn't actually there; apparently, she lived in that house with a few other woman, but they were moving to another place, and she was at the new place at the time. I talked with the one of the women there. She was nice, and very helpful, and after a few questions, for one reason or another, we decided we had to look in the Xbox box (as I recall, for a controller).

Now, we get to the meat of the journal. I opened it, and there was something inside I didn't quite recognize. In about as much time as it took for me to poke the strange thing, it hit me. The box had a strap on in it, as well as a few other...toys. Naturally, I handed the roommate the box, as I felt she was much more suited to deal with such an object, being a friend of the owner as well as a woman.

So here's my question to you all: if a woman owns a strap on, does that mean she's a lesbian?

Keep in mind, I'm asking because of my own ignorance. I have no clue as to how strap on owners thing, nor knowledge of why they purchase such items.

The time is 2:00 am, July 17 2007, and I'm now eighteen years old. So now it's time to vote and have legal, consentual sex.

Yay!