It's as if I'm alive on here or something.
0_o;
Rawr rawr, all I usually do is flip through my watched deviant's new artwork and favorite the good stuff, and run away. But I realized that the pictures I'd taken of those bento sort of qualified as the line of things you'd post on this site. Pictures of myself, well... I don't really see those as professional. Not to say that the bento ones were, but there was creative force behind those.
>_> Anyways. I STILL can't scan shit, because we're lame over here like that. I think my dad's scanner is buried under something, to be honest. But I'm not really sure where, under what, or whether I'd really want to unearth it, considering the circumstance. So maybe I'll actually buy like, a tablet before that scanner comes out of hiding. Lawl. I wonder how much one of those damn things cost? (Too lazy to go looking.)
My Facebook Graffiti isn't really considered oekaki I don't think. Not to mention that most of it is fairly uninteresting, so there's no way I'm posting that crap.
I'm so sorry my updating skills are crap!
Maybe instead I'll bore you with written materials. But something makes me a little wary about posting that all willy-nilly on the internet, where anyone can steal pretty easily. And I have a lot of writing that I frankly don't want stolen, either in concept, or word by word. There's just too much. And I'm not submitting poetry; that's sort of weak as a means to update.

GOD EVEN MY JOURNAL IS BORING.