TheSilver-eyedWolf

I am, as has historically been the case with these journals, supposed to be writing a paper. Yes, at 1:33 in the morning; my brain has not been functioning lately and I wasted the daylight hours, so this is my repentance and my desperate attempt to keep my head above water. Rather than agreeing to write about the trend in the late nineteenth century to conflate "monstrous" or "primitive" physical attributes with being a criminal or a propensity for crime, my brain wants to do something introspective and melancholy. Go figure. So here, for those few lost souls who find their way to me, is my real Christmas wish list. As much as I would like

Those of you who actually know me can ignore this. I simply realized that I never update this anymore and I ought to make a generic journal to sit on my front page, in case some poor soul found their way to me. I am one of those people who like to dabble, but I have not seriously pursued art or writing in quite some time.  Those pieces I have finished lately, I have not wanted to post online simply because of the rampant theft I have seen.  (Yes, I know it's a bit presumptuous to assume that someone might want to steal something of mine.)  So it is quite unlikely I will be posting anything here, and if I do it probably will not be something

Things have been rather.... insane. I figured that the last journal had been up too long though. I'm hoping to work on some art this summer, but I said the same thing last year, so we will see how that goes.