It's funny to go back and read your old info and journals...after a while you just realize how absolutely psychotic you sounded....or maybe that's just me. Case in point, I'll leave up the old info so everyone who bothers to read this can double check with what I'm talking about....ie skin of choice: my enemy's ....apparently I go around skinning people I don't like. Was I on drugs when I wrote that shit? I don't remember...maybe I blacked out. Oh well. In a couple of months I'll come back an read this and think waht a nut job I was being.
Truth is, I have excuse to be crazy at present. 3 advanced science classes and calculus would make anyone insane. I'm surprised I've made it this far. Hopefully it will just push me over the edge just enough to inspire some crazy art....I can always hope.

You have to think about your life and your choices when your older brother drunkenly throws and arm around your shoulder and says, “You make the stupidest choices, but you will always have so many more life experiences than I ever will.”
At first you think, WTF, what stupid choices you ass? Then you start to think about it. Yes you have made some illogical jumps, but look on the bright side, life is so much more fun leaping into the future and taking things as they come. If you sat around and thought about it, there would be no surprises and that’s just boring.
For instance, if I had actually thought logically about my ex-fiancé, and hadn’t moved an hour and a half ferry ride away from my former residence without a job, I would have been totally bored with normality. I wouldn’t have had to go to homeland security and get my fiancé deported for being an illegal immigrant (not to mention ungrateful bastard who was already married), or gotten my old male chauvinistic boss’s corporation under investigation for smuggling, hiring, and harboring illegal aliens. I also would not have discovered that my ex-roommate failed to turn in our paperwork and was planning on leaving me with all the bills, including her eviction, from our former lease. Nor would I have purchased a new puppy who promptly contracted parvo and put me 2 grand in debt with vet bills.
After everything, when you hear the maniacal laughter repeating in the back of your mind, you have to sit back and enjoy the antics. You survived, and you’ll be laughing for years to come.

EAT BITTER!!!

So I'm being reckless and young and have decided to move to China for a year or two.

Not the common choice for relocation I'm told.
I'm so busy now that I really don't have time nor inspiration for art. But I probably will while living in a foreign country where I don't speak the language and whatnot . . . then again, I might just pass out whenever I'm not in school.
Which leads me to the cool part. The reason for going to said communist country.

Shaolin Kung Fu.

I met a former deciple of the temple. He taught me some really cool things. Somehow Kung Fu just seems really right. It feels good, it feels fun, and it gives me the best state of peace of mind I've ever felt.
Needless to say, when I told my instructer I'd been toying with the idea of training in China, and he invited me back with him for introductions and a little negotiation for better prices; I jumped on it.

How many times have you been invited to another country?

This makes two for me. The first time I didn't go. This time, I'm pretty much being disowned by my parents, but I'm going.

Peace Out USA!

NEXT: Art inspired by 8 hours of kung fu training a day with no English in between

so, my internet has the worst upload speeds on the planet . . . I can't even send low quality jpegs through email. I will keep attempting to upload art but I have no faith in my dsl currently.

I did finally get a debit card though so at least I can buy shit again (wallet stolen day after thanksgiving, new account opened same day, only received a real method of payment yesterday after completely switching banks . . . ie Bank of America is EVIL in a bad way)

how i have missed you

i've been without internet access for two weeks about . . . it was terrrible, I thought I was going to die!

but I'm back now, soon to post a sneak peak of art for the new tub ring album. one of four.

yey! I missed it so musch