I haven't updated this thing since I was in high school. Where does the time go?

I haven't done much particularly artistic lately and I keep what poetry I've written mostly to myself. I don't have time to keep up with commenting on all the wonderful art of my former friends and fans, so unfortunately I wouldn't hold your breath for a comeback.

My apologies to all the good people I've left wondering and waiting. I hope you move on to greater things.

If the fates would have it, I may return some day and pick up where I left off, or (more probably) start completely anew. This community has been good to me. I have no regrets. See you all when I see you--until then, for goodness' sake, take it easy.

-Phrog out.

Well, gosh, I've been a busy little amphibian lately, haven't I? Two...three...FOUR deviations in a month? UNHEARD OF! I'm not really sure what it is, but it seems like whenever Real Life leaves me the *least* free time, I always manage to produce the most work. Maybe the lack of extra time to blow has made me start to value what moments I have, and make the best of them for the good of all! ...or maybe I'm just a slacker with a poorly-timed burst of creativity. Whatever. So long as ya'll (sorry, y'all--I've been recently reminded that I'm using the improper spelling ) are happy, I'm...something. And that's just about all we can ask for, isn't it?

F'ing February is well behind us now, followed up by Mediocre March, which will hopefully bring forth Awesome April, which I know will at least be partway cool because there's at least a little bit of spring break this year which the blasted government hasn't taken away. This means more sanity time for Phrog, and other good stuff like that. And boy, do I need it. I really do have this insatiable urge to draw stuff, but there’s this unending stream of what is in my mind menial labor, and moreover the looming feeling of not getting enough of that menial labor done to pass for the standard I’ve set for myself. It can be downright depressing, really. Only a few more months…

The boorish tedium of school has recently been compounded by my essencially-forced enlistment in the drama club's production of Grease, which is the most terrible, abnoxious play I've yet had the displeasure of finding, much less acting in. If "acting" is what you can call it--all we've done so far is a collection of terrible dance numbers which take days to learn--days we don't have--and are accompanied by the trademark crappy 50s-knockoff "music" which is the retro equivalent of Disney's "It's a Small World!" song. *shudder* Alas, it looks as though I’m stuck—everyone expects a repeat performance from me after two successful years in the other plays (ones I actually LIKED), so I might just have to buckle down and bear it, unless I can manage to get myself kicked out, which could prove more difficult than you’d think. Bleh, I say! Ooh, there's an emoticon for that, is there?

But things aren’t so bad. I feel alive, eligible, and opportunistic, whenever one of those opportunities should choose to strike or I’m given the time to strike at them. I’ve got the next four years of my life, basically, all lined up, at a college that I want to go to. This does tremendous things for the spirits, if only for hope. Also, I can now get an "AA" score on Afronova in DDRMAX2 Light Mode consistantly, which is testament to my m4d sk1llz.

...I see now that I’ve just received my 6,000th pageview from my friend *gojita , which is awesome, and I’ll have to make it up to him or something! Really, I appreciate everyone’s lasting support a ton, even though I’m still not as active as I used to or want to be. Every last one of you rock, and don’t let anybody tell you others. And don’t let nobody tell you Phrog Bad never did nothin’ for the peoples.

Well, gosh, I've been a busy little amphibian lately, haven't I? Two...three...FOUR deviations in a month? UNHEARD OF! I'm not really sure what it is, but it seems like whenever Real Life leaves me the *least* free time, I always manage to produce the most work. Maybe the lack of extra time to blow has made me start to value what moments I have, and make the best of them for the good of all! ...or maybe I'm just a slacker with a poorly-timed burst of creativity. Whatever. So long as ya'll (sorry, y'all--I've been recently reminded that I'm using the improper spelling ) are happy, I'm...something. And that's just about all we can ask for, isn't it?

F'ing February is well behind us now, followed up by Mediocre March, which will hopefully bring forth Awesome April, which I know will at least be partway cool because there's at least a little bit of spring break this year which the blasted government hasn't taken away. This means more sanity time for Phrog, and other good stuff like that. And boy, do I need it. I really do have this insatiable urge to draw stuff, but there’s this unending stream of what is in my mind menial labor, and moreover the looming feeling of not getting enough of that menial labor done to pass for the standard I’ve set for myself. It can be downright depressing, really. Only a few more months…

The boorish tedium of school has recently been compounded by my essencially-forced enlistment in the drama club's production of Grease, which is the most terrible, abnoxious play I've yet had the displeasure of finding, much less acting in. If "acting" is what you can call it--all we've done so far is a collection of terrible dance numbers which take days to learn--days we don't have--and are accompanied by the trademark crappy 50s-knockoff "music" which is the retro equivalent of Disney's "It's a Small World!" song. *shudder* Alas, it looks as though I’m stuck—everyone expects a repeat performance from me after two successful years in the other plays (ones I actually LIKED), so I might just have to buckle down and bear it, unless I can manage to get myself kicked out, which could prove more difficult than you’d think. Bleh, I say!

But things aren’t so bad. I feel alive, eligible, and opportunistic, whenever one of those opportunities should choose to strike or I’m given the time to strike at them. I’ve got the next four years of my life, basically, all lined up, at a college that I want to go to. This does tremendous things for the spirits, if only for hope. Also, I can now get an "AA" score on Afronova in DDRMAX2 Light Mode consistantly, which is testament to my m4d sk1llz. :muahaha:

...I see now that I’ve just received my 6,000th pageview from my friend *gojita , which is awesome, and I’ll have to make it up to him or something! Really, I appreciate everyone’s lasting support a ton, even though I’m still not as active as I used to or want to be. Every last one of you rock, and don’t let anybody tell you others. And don’t let nobody tell you Phrog Bad never did nothin’ for the peoples.

May you live in interesting times.

Well, the past several weeks sure have been interesting. For the Month of Love, or whatever, things sure have been cruel. But, hey, I'm alive! That's gotta count for somethin', right?

Three weeks ago started off with a bang, or rather, a number of them, when I was returning from a shindig at a friend's house to my car which I'd left parked in the high school lot until around 11 PM. BIG MISTAKE. You see, apparently, people suck, and these people in particular decided that smashing in the windows of an unattended car would be great fun for everyone, so they did just that. YAY.

There'd been a train wreck about a mile from my house earlier that day, and as I was preparing to leave I discovered that a pipe had apparently broken or leaked all over my downstairs television, narrowly missing my Playstation (and DDR pad, God bless it) and ruining the TV. Now, you'd think I would have recognized these omens. NOPE.

The following weekend was, of course, V-Day, which I spent alone because the girl I would have very much liked to spend the day with at the movies or whatnot to help me feel better after the previous week's disasters instead decided to invite her friend over. Her friend, it turns out, didn't show up until later anyway, and we could have gone...really, we're masters of communication out here in Maryland. It was around that time I realized I was wasting my time. But, of course, I didn't pick up on that hint, either.

Then we come to this week. Friday evening I decided to ignore the disasters of my previous outings and try again, this time attending some sort of winter party thing at the church of, again, my prospective girlfriend. Unbeknownst to me, I would have to sit through the most painful presentation of "praise n' worship" music ever to assail my ears, followed by an astoundingly convoluted and unprofessional sermon which lost me immediately after the random "and if you look at the fossil record you'll see that the earth was created only 4,000 years ago!" bit. Both were presented by some kids from Liberty University (Motto: We put the "Fun" "Mental" in " Fundamental"!) and it was downright atrocious. I could write a whole 'nother entry ranting on just about that, but it'd be wasted breath. We Frozen Chosen aren't ones to speak out against the more embarassingly radical of our faith...we just kind of give them cold stares. Try it sometime.

So anyway, the activities afterwards were sorta fun, if you ignored the raucous safety hazards and shaving cream (It's a long story). So, after all the enjoyment was exhausted from that, I found myself hanging out in the hallway. Now, keep with me here, things get a little fast coming up. My formerly prospective girlfriend's friend --the one she blew me off for on V-Day--whom I also know goes sprinting off past me in the narrow hallway after some random guy, and jokingly I stuck out a foot and she stumbled a bit. I was heading over to appologize when a meaty hand gripped me behind the neck and pinned my face against the wall. There was her father, looking and sounding very much like Jack Nicholson in one of his many psychopathic-axe-murderer-type roles, telling me that I would be "very, very sorry" if something like that happened again. TEH_FUNZ x2!!1!

The pastor afterwards tried his best to sort the whole mess out, although the belligerant bastard father never appologized before I went home, and yet again I spent another night in disbelief at how much the world sucks. The following day I had the evening to myself and tried to hook up with some friends at the movie theater (they never showed) and get some arcade DDR on (the machine was broken). Barbershop 2 was an excellent, hilarious movie, though. Still, I've gotten over my woes. There's no point feeling sorry for myself and I know it, but dammit, I've been having a rough month. There's a reason February is the only month that starts with F.

But I'm counting my blessings. So far I've been accepted to all three colleges I was interested in (one of which I didn't even finish applying to O_o) and will be going to St. Mary's next year, which I'm really thrilled with. This only heightens my desire to get the hell out of this backwards little town, of course. I'm also pretty sick of the house, which has decided that the same water pipe should continue to leak even after an army of Roto-Rooter men came in and, I don't know, Rooterized it. This time it just soaked the armchair we'd put under that part of the ceiling, and dampened my DDR pad, which I'm sure is GREAT for it. The new, beautiful 32" TV I picked up cheap from my grandfather yesterday is, fortunately, unharmed. I realize that this this whole post has just become a mindless, uncollected rant by this point, but I need to vent. Ya'll are the ones who wanted me to update my journal!

But anyway, in case you all haven't noticed, I'm back. My many-month-long hiatus from DA has left me craving to reassume my title of Offical Art Ho once again, and I'm already leaving my trademark overflowingly descriptive comments on some random folks' work. In fact, I just landed on my 2,222nd, which is an achievement both for me and the number 2. You can expect more of the same, and, with luck, maybe some new work from me. I haven't been *completely* dormant all this time! Uh...just mostly.

Keep things interesting, everybody.