Yeah. We’ll go with that.
But lately, all I do work, play Barbies on Second Life, play SWTOR, and sprinkle in some Overwatch in between.
I want to draw at least one picture a week.
Write one story a month.
Actually keep a blog, be it SL fashion or just the random shit I do daily.
So I’ve neglected the main part of the website. I have a few subdomains and stuff like that that are in use, but the main thing? Whoops.
That’s going to change.
…Of course, we’ve all heard that before. But that’s beside the point. It’s gonna happen this time, thanks to the POWER OF RITALIN.
Which means there will indeed be mental health updates.
I remember being just barely seventeen, immersed in my own world. School, boys, fitting in.
I remember walking the halls before school started and hearing someone say “Someone flew a plane into a building in New York City!”
I remember rolling my eyes. Why would someone say something like that?
I remember walking into my first class to see my least favorite teacher with tears in her eyes as she stared at the television.
I remember finally not hating her, for at least a short time.
I remember that soul-wrenching fear for my best online friend, who lived in Manhattan.
I remember running to the payphone as soon as that first period class was over, calling my mother and saying “Mom, turn on CNN.”
I remember doing nothing that day in school, save watch the television. Except for my Sixth Period math class. Mrs. Pace made us go on like normal.
I remember being resentful of that at the time, but now I am thankful for it.
I remember getting home and feeling absolute relief when a message was passed on to me, that despite his internet obviously being out, my friend and his family was safe.
I remember thinking that I was almost glad my father hadn’t lived to see it, as it would have broken his heart.
I remember the patriotic fervor.
I remember the flags.
I remember my own knee-jerk reaction, that perhaps I should join the Navy after high school, so I could fight these horrible people.
…and I remember the racism. The casual hateful words thrown out by my peers— all children parroting their parents.
I remember it being completely okay to say “towel head.”
I remember the attacks on people that simply looked “Middle Eastern.”
I remember— and I still see, the absolute hatred of anyone of Arabic descent, immediately judged just on how they look, where they come from.
I remember being judgmental myself.
I remember the fear, the uncertainty, the confusion. I remember the anger, the knee-jerk reactions.
I remember the thousands who died on American soil, and the hundreds of thousands overseas who all died due to the actions and ideals of just a few.
Once again, back to the drawing board with another new host because every other host is a butthead.
Eventual portfolio and stuff like that coming soon.
And a new major project on another domain! \o/