yes people, i'm not dead, i didn't leave the country...in fact im still in ohio...still...

its weird...looking at my gallery now that i'm old and "more mature". it seems the more things change the more they stay the same.
example: in the past four years i have had six different addresses and 5 different jobs. now i'm back on ashland living in my mother and father's house (they don't live here though), back at lc3 picking up where i left off all those years ago, nicole and i are still together and still going through all the same dramatic bullshit, and *gasp* back in blue at the elyria bestbuy.
there are times when i just feel like i'm reliving my senior year of highschool. which btw i HATED (although prom with ryan at midview was fun, ftw def).

i read through the poems and look at the photos and...i'm really disappointed in all of it. the work i'm capable of doing now, with all this new found inspiration and what not (not to mention the technology i have at my disposal compared to then) makes the work i've publish seem foolish, immature, and omg emo. i hate emo kids. especially boys in chick pants. i walked by a mirror the other day and took a good look at myself...and that's what i look like. something's gotta give. soon.

anyway, i've been hanging out with a girl i work with and she helped me come to a realization. i've lost a lot of who i was in these past years. the facets of my personality that i used to be proud of have seem to fade away. i know people grow and change, but this is ridiculous. my music, my photography, and my beloved writing...i need it all back. i've become so concerned with things i never cared about before that all the things i loved have nearly been destroyed.

so now i am on a mission to revisit my imagination, to find and talk with my inspiration, and revive the creative spark in my soul that seems to have been snuffed out.