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Five years.
I've been on this site for five years and what do I have to show? A bunch of 'lol randumb' content, bad doodles, old memes, cringeworthy journals with horrible grammer, and uninteresting Garry's Mod screenshots. Yeah, kind of a shit show, I know.
I don't know why I bother coming back to this. I come here, say a false promise, then vanish for some more years. I may or may not leave a small doodle with noticeable improvements, and I may not leave a journal within DA's confusing interface for two, maybe three people to look at.
I've been looking back at all the stuff I've been uploading throughout the years and to say I am disappointed in my past self is an understatement. This is that moment. You know that moment. The moment when you look back at the blog you made when you were twelve and you say to yourself, "God damn, I was so stupid back then". This is my old blog moment. The moment where I look back on the stuff I've been doing since I myself was twelve and instantly regret it. All the incorrect grammer, the stupid GIFs, the outdated memes that still get favorited to this day, the anatomically immpossible doodles of girls, the stupid promise of me, a middle school boy, making a epic video game, and God knows what else. This was the stuff that is on this account. The stuff I've abandoned for years because of a lack of motivation and the need to forget it all. And yet I'm back again, ready to appear and disappear on an almost bi-annual basis.
What I am trying to say is, I'm here for nostalgic purposes. I was so excited to be on here, to show the world my "excellent talent" and for people to come back wanting more.
But that never happened.
Instead this website became the equivalent to my daily newspaper. I go on here to see what great art that my favorite artist's put out on an almost daily basis and then continue with life. I don't worry about weither or not my horrible doodle got front page, or if my forum post got all the likes or whatever. I log on, see my notifications, browse the front page, and log out.
In a retrospective kind of way, I've grown up for the last five years or so. I've finshed school, got a car, lost my virginity to a sweetheart I'll never meet again, got a job, met my best friend, did a bunch of drinking and smoking, got a crummy apartment that I'm trying to make the best of, and now I'm trying to find a lady to grow old with me. I haven't touched the submit button in over two years and I'm not losing any sleep because of it.
And I wouldn't have asked for anything better.
I've been on this site for five years and what do I have to show? A bunch of 'lol randumb' content, bad doodles, old memes, cringeworthy journals with horrible grammer, and uninteresting Garry's Mod screenshots. Yeah, kind of a shit show, I know.
I don't know why I bother coming back to this. I come here, say a false promise, then vanish for some more years. I may or may not leave a small doodle with noticeable improvements, and I may not leave a journal within DA's confusing interface for two, maybe three people to look at.
I've been looking back at all the stuff I've been uploading throughout the years and to say I am disappointed in my past self is an understatement. This is that moment. You know that moment. The moment when you look back at the blog you made when you were twelve and you say to yourself, "God damn, I was so stupid back then". This is my old blog moment. The moment where I look back on the stuff I've been doing since I myself was twelve and instantly regret it. All the incorrect grammer, the stupid GIFs, the outdated memes that still get favorited to this day, the anatomically immpossible doodles of girls, the stupid promise of me, a middle school boy, making a epic video game, and God knows what else. This was the stuff that is on this account. The stuff I've abandoned for years because of a lack of motivation and the need to forget it all. And yet I'm back again, ready to appear and disappear on an almost bi-annual basis.
What I am trying to say is, I'm here for nostalgic purposes. I was so excited to be on here, to show the world my "excellent talent" and for people to come back wanting more.
But that never happened.
Instead this website became the equivalent to my daily newspaper. I go on here to see what great art that my favorite artist's put out on an almost daily basis and then continue with life. I don't worry about weither or not my horrible doodle got front page, or if my forum post got all the likes or whatever. I log on, see my notifications, browse the front page, and log out.
In a retrospective kind of way, I've grown up for the last five years or so. I've finshed school, got a car, lost my virginity to a sweetheart I'll never meet again, got a job, met my best friend, did a bunch of drinking and smoking, got a crummy apartment that I'm trying to make the best of, and now I'm trying to find a lady to grow old with me. I haven't touched the submit button in over two years and I'm not losing any sleep because of it.
And I wouldn't have asked for anything better.
ITS A JAR OF HORSERADISH, ISSA SCARY
Wow, what a month.
No, I don't have stuff yet. I've been working and I rarely have time to do anything. All I have is a description of what I have been doing since the beginning of May and stories of stuff at work. I might as well share them now before I forget to. As usual
So yeah, I've been working at my local supermarket where all I do is sack groceries and try my best not to screw up. I've been working ever since the first Saturday of May, and I remember that because it now forever feels like a Saturday. It's as if time stopped once I took the job and I have no clue when it will feel like a Sunday. I actually like my job, it gives me no
I'M A WORKING MAN
Hey hey hey, check it out! A actual update journal! For some months now, I've been looking for a job. I needed money and my plan of waiting for the mystic money rain didn't go well, so now I'm working at my local supermarket. My work schedule at the moment is rather crazy right now, considering how it's about to be Memorial Day and my boss wants to squeeze as much hours as she possibly can, so doing anything "fun" was out of the question until I could get a bit of a break. I do have stuff that I did over the last few months, mainly a few doodles and a few reviews that I thought up and in the process of writing down. How much of it I'll upload
journal, I guess
I dunno
Accepted Challenge
Comment and I will:
1. What animal/creature you remind me of.
2. What color I think fits you.
3. How I feel about you.
4. Insult you. (Won't be too mean, promise)
5. My favorite OC of yours. (If you have one)
6. What season you remind me of.
7. Tell you what food you smell like in my head.
8. Think of a random nickname for you.
9. What element you remind me of.
10. Put this in your journal, too.
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I'm glad you've had more experiences and challenges. They've obviously helped you evolve into the person you are today. Art should be done for your own enjoyment and pleasure. If there are other things that mean more to you, then you should always focus on them.
As an aside: Being disappointed in your past work is actually a good thing. That means you're able to see room for improvement, and can achieve it, should you desire to do so.
As an aside: Being disappointed in your past work is actually a good thing. That means you're able to see room for improvement, and can achieve it, should you desire to do so.