Yeah, I heard a song on the radio that was something like that, it remined me of another song I liked, but I forgot what it was immeadiatly.(Sweet Dancing Profanity, I wish I still had the Google toolbar with it's 'Spellcheck' feature.) It seemed like an appropriate title, I think what I need are some new begginnings, seeing as how I'm dwelling on so many ends right now. That's right, I'm still being a big, whiney baby about turning 18 in a coule of weeks. It reminds of my n00bish days on my old account, when I was dumb enough to post a topic asking 'Are there any anthro artists out there?' and was scandalised by the replies I recieved. XD Perhaps I'll look back on the things I'm experiencing right now in a few years time and laugh.
Unfortunately, I won't be around much in the next couple of weeks, the HSC bekons. I'm telling you, this HSC thing is biznatchery (I blame ~bored-as-hyphen for getting me hooked on that word.) of the highest calibre; my teachers all expect so much and I expect so much, and everything is a competition. It's a world of rankings, rants, cramming, paranoia and stay-awake-to-the-middle-of-the-night stress and teen angst.
My huge writing work- I hate it, I'm not interested in it and I feel like I was manipulated into doing it. I'm just not interested in it and I got paired with the only guy in my class, he's nice but don't really know each other well enough to be critiquing each other's work. I don't know, for me writing's a very personal thing, it's a much more obvious view of the creator's innermost self than drawing.
Sometimes it's just so hard to get over the hopelessness and dissatification I'm feeling lately, it just goes in cycles of delerious happiness and crippling sadness, I feel really out of control.

Look guys, I'm really sorry to angst it up right there, I'll be fine, I just miss drawing and mucking around with my friends a lot, I'm not used to this sort of pressure and I don't really have anywhere else I can let it out.
So sorry for that everyone and thanks for your support.