kestrel

Good gracious, boys and girls, I'm not dead. Click my Comments tab if you get worried about me being gone. It'll tell you I'm really not.

Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of school work. It'll all be over soon. Just to start over again next semester, right after this one ends. *cries*

I've taken to wearing sunblock near constantly. And since this is the entirety of my outdoor activities during the day (and just that once), it's kind of odd. I don't think I need the sun protection, but the bug repellent is necessary. I have nine bites on the back of one arm alone, from sitting at my computer. The point of this, here, which no one seems to get, is that I only go outside at night. Wearing sunblock.

I also go outside (gasp!) and ride my bicycle at night. It huuurts. But I keep thinking that the happiest I've ever been with the way I look was right after the summer I spent biking around Santa Fe a couple years ago. Bah. I don't know why; I've got no one to impress, and less time to care.

Check out the iSketch group! RIGHT NOW!

Today, I spend hours drawing the Yellow Brick Road and another Elphaba hand for an Illustrator travel poster to Oz. Then: research paper. Don't bug me. And DON'T let me play iSketch!
(fans, check out CaseLogic's gallery)

I am also having some kind of mild allergic reaction to... something. Most likely a vitamin my mom made me start taking, and if this is the case, she will pay. I've never been allergic to anything, and this complete and utter inability to control my body is driving me insane.

You, there... cake or death?
*I've been deleting notes about Cake or Death after you prove yourself worthy of group approval, so I won't have eight million comments. I'd much rather a response in
this thread. Thanks!)