Seaia13

Or rather, your llamas. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" The New Colossus, Emma Lazarus

So I finally managed to figure out how to write a journal entry, and give out llama badges, after a year.  Wonderfraktastic. On the other hand, I've finally started looking into posting some of my stuff.  Hell, I've been an art student for eight months now.  I've come a long way from the depressed weirdo I was in eighth grade (but I'm still weird). Who knows?  I might actually be able to muster enough courage to ask out the person I like and not get rejected (jk, forever alone). I think that's enough for my first entry. Yours truly, Seaia13, aka Ding (Girl Scout nickname, don't ask)