Neblin-Verr

so bit busy lately with college and crap trying to get more art up... okay I lied; no I'm not, but it'll happen TRUST ME Not entirely sure what to do with myself; have a crush on a friend of mine, and though its obvious she ISN'T doing it to me; IT FEELS like she's avoiding me uh....god, I really shouldn't be ranting to people I barely know. (and probably won't care) Remember to follow the infinite Qs....

" I'm Screaming, but quiet" so I'm sorta listening to one of my favorite bands (the Hoosiers) as I type this out, and for some reason I find it to be very fitting for this journal; lately I talk to my "friends" at my college, and I don't really know them, and I can't help but feel like they don't know me... they just blindly call me their friend, and do things for me without really knowing who I am or waht I do or anything of that general sorta thing.... maybe it's that I know the mask that I put on in public....my REALLY good friends know the mask I put on in public...I'm not this affable, friendly, confident person that everyone sees. I'

so, I have finally figured out how to put a suitable sig....it's a phrase from one of my characters from a past life (the third version of his personality). His name is Jasper Brinks, and he's a psychotic serial killer... but he isn't all buff like Jason, nor is he mangled like Freddy (well I guess he is a little bit) He is modelled somewhat after Sander Cohen from Bioshock; he is an artist that went insane. His first personality involved him believing that "murder" was an art form His second personality involved him having the insane notion that killing people would bring back his wife; he would offer bodies plastered in cement as an of