The title says it all basically. I need a job. I'll take commissions for artwork and editing/proofreading. Prices are negotiable and depend on what it is, etc. Message me if you're interested.

So I made some prayer beads for myself and my friends, so I'm thinking of making more to sell, sort of on a commission base thing. Pretty much if you want one, message me and let me know colours and the like and we can work something out

I've found some old stuff that I'll be putting up sometime, a few old poems, drawings, the usual. Can't seem to find much inspiration right now. Feel pretty drained.

so my previous journal entry no longer applies and im letting everyone know that there may not be any real stuff up from me for a while. ive got things i need to work on and pieces that are just not finished yet and may not go up in the end anyways. my classes for the summer are also getting ready to start and promise to be busy busy so that will be a deterrent as well. still up for commissions, pm me if you have a request or whatnot and we can talk about it.

No, not the kind of sick with a cough and a fever. I'm talking the kind that's on the inside, the kind that gets in your mind and heart. Guess I'll copy/paste the entry I put on MySpace since I don't feel like thinking up something new right now....

I've been writing more poetry lately; finally found some inspiration again. As horrible as some of it might be, or at least as much as it might freak me or others out, it feels good to write these things down. It's like what they used to do when someone was sick: they'd cut open their arm and let them bleed out the infection. My sickness is my thoughts....emotions....memories. My blood is ink and words. Like throwing up, I don't really want to because it's gonna suck, but I know that once it's over I'll feel so much better. This is my temporary alleviation from the sickness inside, from the dis-ease that won't let go of me. Think what you will, I'm getting tired of hiding and trying to justify everything I do or say, so let my words stand for themselves: I know what they really mean, what they mean to me. That's what matters.