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About Me Member Antagonist RedHeaded-StepChild21/Female/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 4 Years
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Maybe it's Time to Move on...

Fri Mar 20, 2009, 2:22 PM
I'm considering leaving dA. I've been a member for... what? 4+ years? And I've seen it seriously decline in that time, especially recently. Everything seems to be smut or some teenage bimbos taking pictures of themselves waiting in line to see Twilight for the third time. Mostly I've stuck around to keep in contact with my artsy people I don't talk to anymore. Lately though, it seems like every time I visit the site I just get annoyed at the crap that's on here.

  • Mood: Annoyed
  • Listening to: some piece of technology making humming noises
  • Reading: Constitutional Law for a Changing America
  • Watching: Happy Gilmore (sort of)
  • Eating: frozen peas
  • Drinking: grape juice

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Devious Info

  • Current Residence: A suspended animation chamber
  • Interests: art (duh), movies, books, screwing with The System
  • Favourite movie: Pride & Predjudice (the Colin Firth miniseries, not the Kiera Knightly crap)
  • MP3 player of choice: Paris
  • Wallpaper of choice: Willy Wonka's lickable wallpaper
  • Skin of choice: His
  • Favourite game: Right now I'm pretty big on Scrabble
  • Favourite cartoon character: Darkwing Duck, Gertie
  • Personal Quote: Those who say it cannot be done shouldn't interrupt the people who are doing it.
  • Tools of the Trade: insanity, paint, pencil, stone, clay, wood, sculpy/femo, flowers, camara, the blood of the innocent

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Squid...oh god. WE ARE ALIVE. Holy shit. How in all hells have I allowed myself to stray from you?!

I miss you and I wish to share that through physical means.

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I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
I am willing to forgive your abandonment and welcome you back into my loving arms.

How is life?

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I do not know anything about Art with a captial A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way.
Life is about as fun as a tooth canal.

All I really do is sleep, eat, think about exercising (and don't), and working on my senior project (which is ruling the better part of my life.)

You? And, Jeremy?

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I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
My senior project rules my life as well, and working and all my other classes too, of course. After 3.5 years of thinking about it, I finally started actually exercising, so now I also get to hurt all the time. Ain't life grand?

Jeremy is still at USAFA. This is his really busy time of year, with Honor Guard and his Training Officer stuffs, so I don't here from him much. Someone would tell me if he died though, so I don't worry.

Umm...yeah. My life is horribly unexciting.

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I do not know anything about Art with a captial A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way.
Life is boring here as well.

Maybe things will look up-slightly-after graduation.

At least until graduate school. ><

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I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.
I finally got around to reading your comment.. annd....

Next time you see me, I'll only be sixteen. =P So you still have another year to breath, hehe. But I really understand what you're saying.

I'm supposed to be screaming HAZELCHICKEN obnoxiously, not doing this... Highschool thing. o_O

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Well...I guess that makes me feel a little bit better (although apparently I have lost all ability to do math).

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I do not know anything about Art with a captial A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way.
thank u so much for the fav!
:handshake:

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