Wow. It's been months. THIS IS WHAT COLLEGE DOES TO YOU. YOU CAN'T DRAW OR WRITE OR READ OR PLAY GUITAR. Well, you can but I've been short on time and not managing the time I have very well. As usual. So don't be me, kiddies.

So yeah, college is awesome. A lot of work, but it totally kicks high school's bitch ass by a long shot. Really really. And that's not including epic drinking parties the likes of which I haven't been invited to yet (I have no social life...)Nor does that include dorm life. I'm still a freakin' prisoner of the MTA public transportation shit that only last night had me trapped underground in a completely stationary subway train for thirty minutes when I was desperately trying to make it in time to see the symphony orchestra concert for the Fellowship of the Ring movie in Radio City (got Howard Shore's autograph by the way and saw Billy Boyd and Elijah Wood EPIC MUTHA-EFFING WIN).

Ummm...totally veered off-topic here. Okay, back to college life.

Apart from classes and studying, I also got a job on campus in the art building basically cleaning the studios, organizing the still life closet messes from hell, and doing whatever random odd jobs they can find for me including, but not limited to, tossing out old pieces of plywood from the wood shop and bringing the old ladies in the clay-making room their tea (yes, I'm getting paid over minimum wage to make tea, life is amazing). But since college is also a new start for me, I decided to do something extremely different...

I BECAME AN ATHLETE. No really. I did. Lazy Bangsie McGee now fences thrice a week.

I use to be so tomboyish that I wanted to be good at every sport ever, but settled on playing softball for two years before giving up to devote my time to being an artist and a musician. But still...I always wanted to learn how to fence cause hey! Bangsie McGee absolutely adores swords and sword-fighting and I want to resemble Joan of Arc and all that jazz, but BANGISE MCGEE HAS NO FUCKING STAMINA OH MY GOD. Seriously, running laps is equivalent to condemning me to death! But I'm doing it anyway, and rebuilding my strength and it's really not all that bad minus the intense pain that I'm told will probably never go away (fencing hurts because you're squatting constantly but eventually you just become immune to it). I actually love the sport so far and my coach. I just really hope I'm more associated with being a musician and not with being a jockgirl-like.

In other news, after Boyfriend really fucked up (I won't get into it), I reverted back to my old Lord-of-the-Rings-meets-Joan-of-Arc ways and started buying swords, since I am eighteen and can legally do that now. I swear though, the intention wasn't to attack my boyfriend (but I might've wanted to go after some of the girls he's been hanging out with). I'm just obsessed with swords. So I bought one at the medieval faire and wound up joining the reenactment team. Like holy shit, I just did this on a whim, but it's like a dream come true. So now every Thursday after fencing, I drive out to Long Island with my friend and fence some more (ugh, my poor legs) as well as practice live steel sword-fighting and making chain mail. It's incredible.

And, as if things (minus Boyfriend) couldn't couldn't get any more amazing, I HAVE A NEW BAND! Yes, since Phrentis was laid to rest, I've been musically lost. However, Boyfriend introduced me to a man named Sal, who is now vocalist/bassist/guitarist/something or other. And then there's my good buddy Jonny, who with his pitiful summer job paycheck invested in a drum set and learned how to rock in like, a matter of weeks. So right now, we're a power trio, but I'm thinking we might get one more person eventually, probably a bassist since Sal prefers guitar. We have no name yet, but for the time being I will refer to us as Plastic Spoon Telekinesis, which is a long inside joke that I'm too lazy to explain, but would make for a really unique and awesome temporary band name.

Okay so now that you are caught up with my life, let me explain to you what's happening art-wise. I have little time, mid-terms are on the way, and my computer totally blows so I apologize but don't expect any artwork this month, unless by some miracle of God I manage to find a spare moment and inspiration. However, I really want to get something up in terms of a drawing by the end of the year (but hopefully way before). In the meantime, I've been working on my superhero story of twenty first-century Saints which I'm still debating whether or not I should post here... It's fiction and not meant to be religious or an accurate portrayal of the martyrs I've used (all of whom I look up to and pray to), but I can see people taking it way too seriously and getting offended by some of the personalities and activities that I've linked to these characters. I don't enjoy offending people at all so, while I'm really proud of what I've written, I'm scared to post it here, though I have the Fictionpress link to the story floating around here somewhere, probably after my plugs list. You're welcome to give it a read. Nothing I can see being really offensive is posted yet but I might start pushing it in the next chapter or two. I really hope people can look beyond it all and realize that it is just fiction and not what I believe about certain people in history or want others to believe; I'm just being a little creative. It's all "What if?" not "What was." Let me know what you think about all this, if you have an opinion. I could use some advice about whether or not I should post my story here.

Well, that was horribly long... I better get some lunch. Later!

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