or the desire to look at my photographs, I have a tumblr account that I've been regularly posting to. I'm posting a lot of stuff there that I haven't and never will post here. So yes.

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I focus a lot on what I don't like. I think I should focus on what I do like.

I like cats very much. I generally like animals, and I like being around them.

I like empathetic people. I like when people put in effort to get to know me. I like when two arguing people can agree to disagree, and accept that everyone has different and varying interpretations of the world. I like people that don't pretend to be interesting, poetic, artistic, or confident.

I like shock art, because it makes me smile. I like when expression isn't completely forced. I like photographs of little kids smiling. I like earnest and honest explanations.

I like the book Apathy and Other Small Victories. I like black humor and satire. I like laughing at myself. I like mild vulgarities.

I like containers. I like mementos from all the people that hate me now. I like learning, specifically about language, art, and human nature. I like geometry.

I like floral print.

_{[link] This won a gold key award. I am pleased, yet a little sad, because that is a selling point in my portfolio, and now I have to make a print instead of present the real thing.}

There is hope for me [you] yet.

Don't you just love when people pretend to know what they're talking about? It makes me laugh! Know what else makes me laugh so hard? Fox News. That is some quality entertainment.

I think I used to pretend that I knew what I was talking about. Now I'm pretty sure I let people know that I don't know what I'm talking about, if I don't. "This is, of course, hopeless speculation" has become one of my stupid little catchphrases. If I were a character in a novel that became famous, the wikiquote page of the novel would have "This is, of course, hopeless speculation" Recurring statement throughout the novel, in reference to Shae's ignorance.

Anyway. My organs are a bundle of bewilderment at my aging and the state of things. I feel like my fourteen-year-old self. Perfect snowflakes make me tear up.

My camera has been malfunctioning lately. I don't think I will get a new one though. I've grown attached.

Isn't growing up such a funny thing to do?

I'd better get back to work.

It was nice writing in you, ol' deviantart journal.