I can't take seeing my last jurnal again when I open up deviantart, why is it that writing something up seems so utterly stressing and complicated ? Anyway, I should be writting more, I should be writting at all. Also I could do with some more painting as well... darn it and some more socializing.
I am failing at all three of my main lifelong struggles; to be more sociable, to paint more, to write more. Everytime I feel I have them nailed down, I start to let myself go, the next thing I know I am standing here, with everyone complaining I've retreated into dissapearance and heaps of unfinished sketches collecting dust and cat hair, and feathers. Ah, I now have an Owl, her name is Merlina, she is a burrowing owl so she really likes to hide underneath furniture and make up burrows in between my shoe's boxes and stuff. She doesn't fly much, although she's a baby I read on the internet they are mosty earth bound little creatures, and never do fly that much. Vlad my Hawk likes to ignore her and do nice displays of flying mastery, but she's much more cuddly, she falls asleep on my lap and allows me to caress her back.