AuroraLoneWolf

I'm done with this account. I'm not leaving dA because, well, I fear I may be addicted to it. I like the idea of a fresh start though. I made this account when I was a depressed freshling in high school. I am a bit beyond that now, and I've outgrown it. It is mostly, unfortunately, the name itseltf. It carries a few connotations for me and me alone that more or less strike me every time I come on. These strikes are not pleasant. I'm trying to be a better writer. Maybe a new start will help. :) I don't expect anyone to come along and track me on this new account. Thanks for the support, the comments favs etc, throughout the years. It was

I cannot stop saying oy. Conference went fine, thankfully. I freaked about nothing, as is my wont to do. I also made a fool of myself, but whatever. Next thing to look forward to: next weekend's drag show. Love me some Drag Queens. I also get to see my co-best friend. (yes. co, because there's two, and one typically get offended. (hampster)) I'm doing terrible in school. It's like I've completely forgotten why it's important. Last week, I forgot to take two quizzes, and write a paper. A whole frickin' paper, just forgot. But I feel like I'm getting smarter...? Creative writing class: eh. Not a fan. I'm insulted every week in that class, w

First of all, this new journal thing- waaaah. I hate change. Anyways. I'm stressed out. I can't remember the last time I was stressed out. I do not allow myself to become stressed. I am a go with the flow person. Things work out, or they won't. Stuff happens, or it doesn't. But noowww, I feel as if I'm going to freak out. And I know I am stressed, because strangely, I carry all my stress in my leg muscles, they tense up. Nothing else. A while back a prof asked me to discuss one of my papers at her English conference. I said no, but I agreed to be a chair person, introduce people who DID decide to present papers, and lead the discussion.