Sylris

That pretty much says it all! I'll be there this weekend, for sure! If there're any others who'll also be there, please, feel free to let me know. After all, it'd be neato to meet another dev user, right? : P

I figured it was time for a new journal.  Imay be movig out soon. Again. And I might even be getting a full-time job soon. And yet I've also been thinking about taking summer classes. Art hasn't come easy lately. With all of the things going on, or maybe regardless, I've been thinking so much lately. Probably too much. I find myself spacing out when I wake up, trudging like a zombie onto the back porch only to sit and think. The dogs and cats staring at me expectantly for attention, as I just look off past them at nothing in particular. This night after doing a hospital to residence take-back, I stopped by wal-mart for groceries, picking up

This short and long dance we find ourselves in is constantly moving, but slow. Clipping along at it's own pace despite the music or the dancers idea's on design. All on the showroom floor, traipsing to the ephemeral beats behind the music, behind the minds.     It is the plan to dance this dance to the end, irregardless of enjoyment or wants. A constant and heavy, albeit at times weak, push to the finale at the end. Grand or minute, all performances will receive their final approval or rejection, as to how each have played out with the others. A sultry movement. A play against the current. A shifting of places. All blends into the single,