I got a new account. For a lot of reasons that I won't delve into at this time. Okay, okay - partly because I want to see how long it'll take for someone I know to find me on this account...or for someone who finds this account to find my old one. Either way. I mean, it's not difficult, considering that all my user information and such is the same. Heck, I even have the same avatar (for now). But we'll see.
My name is Stephanie. I'm eighteen, about to be a sophomore in college; I have three brothers, two sisters, three dogs (but we're getting a puppy soon), one cat, two hedgehogs, three baby barn swallows, one guinea pig, two horses, four ducks, and one ginormous dead spider that sits on my laptop. His name is Whitney Horgan. Don't mess with him.
I read every book I can get my hands on, I write silly little stories that no one really likes, and I draw a lot, using my beloved wacom graphics tablet and photoshop five. I'm into daydreams and sarcasm, and I'm a total JESUS FREAK, that's right, a devoted Christian, and I plan to use my eventual medical degree to go into missions work. But that's many years of school down the road. For now I'm just a goofy-artsy teenager with a kayak and one mean set of paddlin' arms.
I plan on using my old account for journal updates, commenting, adding favorites, and the like, as well as the greater bulk of my drawings. This account will be for the pieces that I'm particularly proud or fond of, for one reason or another; pieces that only date back to August, 2003. And we'll go from there.
Feel free to drop me a line - I love meeting people, and I'd be happy to check out your gallery. You don't even have to comment to get me to do it.
By the way, the first person to tell me where I got the subject line of this entry wins a request pic, because I'm in a good mood. Go to!
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Marge: Homer, you need to deliver this work to Lisa at school!
Homer: *groans* I have to go to school?!
Marge: You can do this before you go to work.
Homer: Now I have to go to work?!
I love you sister!!!
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I once met an assassin who's nickname was fart. I ask him why he has this nickname and he tells me it's because he's silent but deadly.
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Throw ya hands up,
Holla if ya hear me
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