Journal time!

I haven't done much this month. I have a ton of things I want to do all listed in my to-do list though like the SVSACSR round 2 drawings and the raffle commission winners...

Ugh. I feel so behind!!

There are a few reasons behind this...

1 - No drawing desk atm. Boo.
2 - I discovered the Poirot series on Netflix and it is my crack and one of my new favorite TV series!!! _{And Hastings. OMG I love Captain Hastings. And Poirot. And Japp. LOVE.}
3 - Work has been surprising me with evening meetings. God, how to politic? I haaaate politics. Why am I spending my evenings surrounded by it?
4 - I'm trying to get my own place and trying to decide if I want to become licensed. I think I do but then there are some days, man, some days.
5 -  I signed up for an exam in June even though I'm still not sure about licensure. But my bosses told me when I got this job I HAD to eventually become licensed. I feel like I'm threatening my position if I don't at least look like I'm actively pursuing it.
7 - I'm going to a job-related convention in May in Georgia. My flight tickets are messed up and I just sit there gawking when I have to research hotel prices. I'm sort of regretting signing up for this. I hope it turns out fun in the end.
6 - I'm in a weird art slump. I feel so inspired but then my mind blanks out as soon as I touch paper and pencil to start something new. (When I'm also thinking "you should be studying instead" doesn't help at all.)
8 - And damn. It's hard to study when you're not in school anymore.

So yeah. I wanted to draw something new every month for my New Years resolution. But if I can't put something together this month I'll need to double up for next month.

Here's some deviations I've stumbled across lately that made me happy...or sad...or both (which can be a good thing).
Go check them out!!:
  porcelaini crush pearls with my teeth and spit them on the asphalt. a man calls me delicious; my pen knife waits in an ugly purse. crouching like this life is a dmv waiting room; with longer times seated and reclining and crying in bathrooms and nasty, uninviting teeth.
"mami. mami. mami. mami. china. china. china. china. she ain’t responding. china. hey. china."
walk out the fast food store. my mind catalogs the memory of an acquaintance: “your face looks like yakuza. you need to smile.”
you wanna ruin something beautiful? you’re not the first.        ImmortalThe soul is strong.
The soul is always seeking.
It does not cower in spite of fear.
For that is but the emotional dissonance
Between the heart and the mind.
Where the mind is subjected to bend and break
Through any matter of malevolent or ill will,
Or where the heart is easily starved by negligence...
The soul never dies.
It is loved.
It is cherished.
It is a reminder of who we are.
Our souls are never to be forgotten.
For we are immortal.