Well, I've managed to clear out more than 100 of my backlog of favourites today, but now dA thinks I'm spamming it so I shall leave it for another day...

I only just realised that I missed my 4th dA birthday while I took a month off. Gee. I've changed an improved so much while I've been here, and been inspired by many, many wonderful people, some of who watch me (I you all, whether you watch me or not). And I've also seen many of you improve over time too, which is lovely to see. Don't go bitching about how your art's shit, because it isn't. Maybe there's further to go, but by all things British you're improving all the time, even if you can't see it yourself. You know who you are.

A question for you people on the American side of the pond:
Did the clocks change for you a week or two ago? Because the British ones did, going from British Summertime (BST = GMT+1) back to Greenwich Mean Time (GMT). And currently I don't know if my being unable to chat to people over your side of the pond (at least, the ones of the west coast) is simply due to missing each other (my friend will know who I mean when I say I've been encouraging her to sleep) or if it's because we're now 9 hours apart. Which... wait, I think that means that she can be on an hour earlier... Oh, I don't know, I never got my head around time zones.

School's still not amazing. Some of the work for Art's going okay, Maths is going downhill rapidly, and Music is difficult and stressful. I'm still waiting for my UCAS application to be sent to the universities, so that's even before I get offers... Urgh. I'm already sick of hearing the Oxbridge and Medicine/Vet Science students talking about what offers they do and don't have.

I believe I am royally screwed.

Oh, and for those of you who missed it, my friend won the Dan Hemmingway Award (the competition I entered Oh So Controversial in), but I was commended by all of the judges.

And I am getting increasingly upset at an old friend of mine. Not that she'll ever read this as she never comes on here any more, so I don't think it matters. I'm torn between crying over her, yelling at her, giving up on her and forgiving her. I will forgive her, it's just which of the first three options happens before then. I've just spent so much of my time looking after her, and worrying about her, and even crying for her, and now she just can't be bothered to make the effort to see me despite my attempts last year to keep up the relationship, and the reports I hear from others that she really misses me. </mini rant> *sigh* Please pray for my patience and sanity with all the stuff going on.

Love and prayers,
Lutra xx