Anyone who's ever been to New England will tell you that Cape Cod is a magical wonderful place full of boats, antiques, and the best damned clam chowder and fried scallops you've ever had. And gay pride parades, if you're into that sort of thing. (or just drive too far.)

However, I don't live on Cape Cod. I live across the bridge on the north side of the canal, in a place that the State of Massachusetts swept into the corner and completely forgot about.
Compared to my home in the glorious blue ridge mountains and the well cultured city of Asheville, Buzzard's Bay is a bizarre lifeless limbo where the closest thing there is to entertainment is a bowling alley down the street. And it's candle-pin bowling. It's not even really bowling. Really? What the fuck? I'd go join a bowling team if it were the real thing. I love bowling.

Anyways, with nothing to do but smoke pack after pack of cigarettes and a depressingly high tax on cigarettes in Massachusetts, it's easy for one to stop caring about anything. Especially when their school is regimented. nothing's better than curfews and inspections, amiright? Speaking of smoking, did I mention it's /always/ raining? Like right now, for instance?

Actually, I don't really hate it here. that was really just a shout out to anyone who's actually ever read Transmetropolitan(in other words, none of my watchers.) But I certainly don't like it. school is cool(even though I'm too cool for school. I grace them with my presence anyways.) and the term's almost over anyways. Then I go out to sea after break and the second semester is going to be easy as piss because I'm awesome.

I really just wanted to get in an update up here since I've pretty much abandoned it since like a year and a half ago. Mainly because I suck at drawing and animating as well as my brief composition project. Also I lack the commitment to actually write things, but obviously I'm trying to turn that around and actually write something.

induring all my watchers have long abandoned their dA accounts. MLIA