Art has a funny meaning to me. Both of my parents can hardly draw stick figures, and the only reason I actually
started trying to draw was because I discovered deviantart and the pretty pretty pictures that I instantly decided, at the age of 11,
I wanted to be able to do.I don't think I've quite hit that level yet, despairingly.
( But through the years-- )So. Now that this incredibly strange impulse has been fulfilled, I need to
↵ Do APUSH.
↵ Actually write cards. { Aku: you may really be getting yours on Valentines Day. ._. }
↵ Wrap gifts and pick socks off of chair.
↵ Write posts.
↵ Remember what I forgot.