[Feb. 24th, 2004|01:51 am]
I wrote my first complete PHP application um... thingy... tonight.
...and I want you all to try it!

[link]

Go there, sign up for a new account, and then login and play around a bit. It's a virtual phone book manager. I can't find any bugs myself, but if you find any please let me know. (I'm sure I'm missing some.)

I also plan on adding the option to edit a number, as well as browse numbers in alphabetical order (without searching) but all of that will come tomorrow or something.

In the meanwhile, let me know what you think!

You say that perfect girls don't fall from skies,
But I'm going to disagree.
The trouble's just that once they land-
Their thoughts are filled with broken wings.
And there's no room inside their head for boys,
Least of all a boy like me.
You can't communicate with girls like that.
They see right through you without ever seeing anything...

*mutters* ooo look at me i painted this wonderful picture in no time at all... ooo look at me, i drew an awesome picture but i'm going to make a post about it that makes no sense whatsoever because it's cool to be that way... ooo look at me, i have amazing talent by i like to come across as a total moron because every else is doing it...

sometimes i think deviant art would be less disappointing if it didn't offer the journal feature. but maybe i'm just bitter...

Art, for me, is an act of cleansing. It's as much of a confession as anything.

When I draw, it's to reject whatever part of me I cannot accept.

It can be fun, yes, but it's not about that. Those things need to get out. And sure, I could find a friend who was close enough to confide in, but I really don't see the point. Friends leave. Pictures, I can keep.

I seem to be staying up later and later as time goes by.

My throat hurts.