you suck, reality

It's been a while. School has kept me busy and last three weeks I've been no less than exhausted so no time or energy for drawing too much.

Argh, I forgot my sketchbook at school today, it fell on the floor and I said "well then stay there" to it and look what happened. Fortunately it is quite new so nothing too shocking should be there yet if someone curiously goes and opens it. Hopefully it is still there when I get back at school day after tomorrow... do I feel such a hole-head now, huh?

( Few pictures yeah )

Yeah, I update this so very often! I don't even know if anyone visits here (well I've blocked anonymous comments so I can only blame my self), but it's still nice to have this journal for my self. (I wouldn't mind friend adds, though! I'm just not very active, and I don't have a slightest need to babble about my personal life and such so I'm also very boring.)

To the point! I've told some people how I started drawing at very late age (about when I was 17-18 years old). Yeah, I did do some drawing earlier, but anyone who draws knows what is the difference between drawing and drawing. Yes. It was the time I was horrible goo-goo over Harry Potter -books, and I wanted to have some attention with drawing fanart (as my friend put it so well). Here's some examples! Woo-hoo!

( Time to make a fool out of my self! )

( Old and ugly ) 

( Unfinished and left overs )

This is not dead! Haha! I haven't drawn as much as I did before the school started, and I really feel like drawing has became harder for me, but at the same time I've understood a little about the style that's most natural for me. School has been fun, our class is great and teachers are nice, and although the stress and lack of ideas for my school projects and all I feel comfortable there. So maybe I am not quitting and going home crying just yet.