So after lurking DA for about three years, and reading all the Deep Thoughtful poems/stories/pictures/artsyshit produced by my friends, I too have decided to be Deep and Thoughtful, and return to DeviantArt.
We'll see how long it lasts this time (I'm betting a week).

My second thought, after the initial 'zomg lets get back on dA' (or perhaps the third. I think my second was something along the lines of 'hurr hurr imma be talented hurr' ) was that I should actually have something to post to announce my return. This proved a bit of a conundrum, since my muse died somewhere in spanish class last year (Quiroz proved too much for the poor thing to handle). So I decided I would force myself to write something. Went something like this:
"There was a man in Nantucket..."
But no, seriously, it was really bad. The last stanza went something like "And then one last star yet hung in the sky/swinging like a kid new to jazz/from a line of fishwire that was still far too thin/'till it dropped down to earth/in the blink of an eye/without so much as an 'oh'"
For any of you who picked up on the Mango Street in that, trust me, I know. It makes my eyes bleed. But I wanted to do something D=
Maybe I'll put up some of the stuff I've written in the last five years later tonight. Dilute some of the 7th grade emocrap.
But for now, I have to go take my third shower of the day, 'cause after I cleaned up from the peanut butter fight with my dear mother, Ami gets pissed at me and decides to dump the $5 cinnamon peanut butter jar on my head. (Why the hell do we have cinnamon peanut butter anyways?!)