The real vacation

is school.

I lose count of how many times I thought days have passed, only to find out that a mere few hours had gone by. This past week (and almost half) dragged on for years. Just under one more week to go.

And despite all this (free-ish) time, it feels like I don't have enough to want to open up and draw.

Photoshop pt 2

I should probably put up other stuff too, now that the first term is (somehow, already) done. Pretty fucking amazing that I feel more comfortable with PS at this point than I do with SAI, except larger canvases are incredibly sluggish on my own computer. I (desperately) need to upgrade that RAM.

Adults

Got schooled on how that's supposed to work.

What is intimacy?

Where do boundaries lie? This is a sweet spot romanticized since teenage years; I had no idea it could exist as an actual thing, a factual state readily achievable in real life.

[Of course, it did also immensely help to learn that attraction is acknowledged to exist in at least four different forms (physical, romantic, mental, spiritual), and asexuality does not stiffly mean an inability to experience any. Most simply blank on physical attraction. The other three are why humans live.]

Today, there was a certain cloudy look in those eyes that I could feel myself simultaneously mirroring. The kind that drew people to traverse a room, to awkwardly fiddle as they suddenly awaken to the fact that that was a moment.

Most of me enjoys this tremendously, with high hopes that it can go on. A small part worries that this balance is too subtle, the line too powdery thin, and that the scale would too-soon tip over, before we even suspect it.

Growing fam-fam

Gentleman, we have company.