SaturnRaven

It seems that every little group of people have their secrets.  Theres always someone who knows that there are some things you just don't talk about, no matter how obviouse or pressing it may be, you just keep quiet because of the akwardness of it.  Everywhere you look their are giant pink elephants looming over people.  And they pretend not to notice.  So its odd, when someone finally does say something, because all of a sudden the elephant is sitting right there inbetween them, giant and pink and smiling because it feels loved, acknowledged.  And everyone can see it.

I figure that somewhere inbetween all the things I say, some of them gotta make sense.  I didn't think about this until i decided i wanted to get a lipring, and probably alot of people have already figured it out, and someone very smart has already introduced the theory to the world, but I figure, just in case, i'll write it down. Like I said, I started thinking about this when I decided to get a lipring.  I know its going to hurt, and i've been trying to figure out how to avoid that.  Its unavoidable of course, but I figured that, if someone hit me really hard right after the needle went through, it wouldn't hurt as much.  It would still hu

Its been an awfully long time since I last wrote a journal.  I've added some new things, mostly just random tags, but it kept me entertained.  A lot has happened in the months that I havn't been writing, and theres no enough time to go over it all, so we'll stick to the random basics.  Im back in school, and hating it.  I also went to ozzfest yesterday, which was awsome, although brutely hot, and very expensive, but on the whole it was worth every penny.  Not too much has been happening in the way of art work, but hopefully school and the burning desire to keep from working will throw me back into my old routine of no homework and lots of dra