I'm putting up sketches. I don't care if you look or not.

( Sketch dump. )

I'm trying to get back into the swing of drawing things... be patient with me (and also my shoddy html skills.)

Can someone please explain the male psyche to me? I mean, honestly. I’m a girl, and I’m not stupid, or insipid, or vapid, or any of those other adjectives that we love to stick to girls deserving of them, and I don’t have any desire to assume those qualities to get with a guy. But sometimes I think I have to, because guys don’t pay attention unless you show your boobs or feign stupidity or something. I mean, even guys who have all outward appearances of seeming intelligent and forward-thinking and intellectual lose all of those qualities as soon as they hear a shallow giggle or see a flash of inner thigh. This is why I have so many close male friends, and so few boyfriends, current or otherwise. I end up being the one they go to for conversation and advice, but never for romantic interest. I think that those things should go hand in hand, but apparently, I’m the only one who thinks this way. I’m looking for someone who is my equal in terms of intellect, humour, wit, knowledge base, interests, et cetera. I know a lot of guys who are these things, and have felt attraction to these guys, but it has never been reciprocated; they always go for someone who is just all-around less intelligent. Are guys not looking for an equal in this way? Do they need someone who is less intelligent than them so they can feel secure in their superiority and dominance in the relationship? I mean… I’m not an unattractive person by any means, but I’m not going to say I’m turning heads when I walk down the street, either. But… does my intelligence and non-vapidity (yes, I made up that word) scare guys away regardless of my looks? What can I do that isn’t dumbing myself down to fix this problem? I’m tired of always being the “friend” instead of the “girlfriend”.

I have moved out of my house! My roommates are jamming. I like living out of my parents' house, because I can read t3h smut and watch t3h pr0n all the time and not have anyone look over my shoulder and ask what it is that I'm doing, exactly. Ahh, the freedom of college life. Also living with cute boys who never wear shirts. This is a plus.

In three and a half weeks, I'm moving. I'm moving out of my parents' house, across the continent and into another country, and damn, will I be relieved. It's... stifling here. But I'm sure if you remember moving out of your parents' house for the first time, you'll remember the tension you feel as you count down the days until you can just finally get the hell out.