Well, my first real journal entry - and what do I have to say to you all that you would find remotely interesting?

I have done very little in the way of art or writing recently, as my inspiration has apparently hopped a plane and gone to Bratislava (no, really, she has -.-) and left me a bit devoid in her absence. So. You will be pleased to know none of my unprofessional blundercrap will be invading your screens any time soon. I don't think.

I return to the land of University and make my first visit to Fort Tender (new house's apparent nickname, courtesy of a morethanlikelystoned Hovis) very soon. How mature of me. A -house-.

Not so mature of me, I was writing an e-mail that subsequently hasn't been sent, and I decided to do quite the typo. "Housewarminge!". Yes, it amused me. No, it shouldn't have. And yes, I probably do need to grow up more than just an iddy biddy liddle bit.

I had my seventh tattoo today, I am a happy lesley bean. Even though technically my arm is about to drop off as it extends from shoulder to past my elbow. Perhaps I'll invade your screens with a photo when I manage to curl myself up like a pretzel posing as a circus contortionist in an attempt to snap it. Or perhaps I'll break my back in the process and you lucky little artbeans will never hear from or of me again!

How sardonically tragic that would be.

I'm going to go take my cynical self to bed before I actually amuse myself and feel like a tit for actually causing a humorous stirring in my presently apathetic psyche.

- Lu