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Except for where I don't. I really meant to keep this updated and I suppose I've failed, though an occasional update on my well-being is sufficient enough for anyone bothering to read what I write (and it's all nonsense, truly). Well, no. Not nonsense, these are the true stories in the life of me. Anyway, I'm quite alive (though a journal entry written by a dead man, or woman if you'd like to be all technical, would prove to be quite a ways more interesting). Good day.

Yesterday was one of the best days of my year to date, for the past few years I've been in a struggle to hold onto friendships that have long since dwindled down to being considered acquaintances at best. I've been told several upon several times that that is simply the way high school ends and the ones that stick around are the ones who were always your friend to begin with but the longer it's been since graduating the more more I wonder if I was right to have more acquaintances to begin with than actual friends. This wasn't supposed to get sentimental and full of pondering thoughts so quickly so I guess I'll cut to the chase. I'm a colleg

Hello, If you are reading this then you are probably just as, if not more, bored as I am while writing this. I've had this account for two months (as you'll notice if you look up at that little top bar) and I honestly think my favorite part of Deviant Art is the llama feature. If you know me at all (and I'm assuming most of you don't) then you might know that I am extremely fond of llamas. One of my fondest memories was in Lancaster, California where I was staying with a friend and her mother for a week helping around their house because her mother had just got out of an extensive surgery. We were sitting in my friend's car waiting for her