As reluctant as I am to disturb this time capsule of angsty art school ramblings seasoned with crippling anxiety, I'd like to restore this mad scientist's lab to working order again. If nothing else, I'll browse from it.
That being said, all art and text on this page is officially more embarrassing than watching a show about technicolor cartoon ponies, so I'm going to conceal it all until I decide if I want to delete it or not. If you catch a glimpse of these antiques which somehow alters your opinion of me, you clearly did not talk to me in high school. On a related note, I made sure my LiveJournal information from that time period was s