I do say, it is high time I updated this. It's been my allotted month of dead journal time.

SO THEN in a few days I'm leaving for Oregon. And I'm driving there. From southern California. Oh God. BUT, I am bringing along my easel and my huge ass watercolor set that I never use. It's volcano painting time. More photography too should come from this trip, maybe some random sketchies and whatnot.

Hurm, what else.

Ohgodohgodohgod. I've recently gotten an addiction to Watchmen. Seriously, a fricken obsession with this movie and graphic novel. I didn't understand it before and now I do since I read the actual graphic novel. Hooray. BUT NOW I'm on this fricken draw DC style kick. Not okay *tears self from comics*. Anyways, Watchmen is badass, though they changed some stuff from the book. But hey, that happens in all books to movies.

Ho hum, I also went to Comic Con. It was about as crowded as I expected it to be. Some spots more so than others though. Random celebrity appearances and people giving out free shit being the cause. I BOUGHT A FOX HAT AND A PSYDUCK. I am so happy. And I realized how addicting collecting comics is now. So I refused to buy any lD Probably won't update this again 'til school.

LOOK PINK FLOYD LYRICS *point*

Welcome to the Machine
Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been?
It's alright we know where you've been.
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,
Provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys'.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
And you didn't like school, and you
know you're nobody's fool,
So welcome to the machine.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream?
It's alright we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star,
He played a mean guitar,
He always ate in the Steak Bar.
He loved to drive in his Jaguar.
So welcome to the Machine.