hmm ... last journal was entitled coming back. that didn't really happen. it was meant to for sure. but, it didn't. oops. oh well. i'd like to do more arty stuff, but i don't know if it is really me or not. i appreciate art definately - but can i ever really improve on the standard that is me? and more importantly - do i want to? can i commit that much energy and time to improving it?

i was sitting in the park the other day, on a log pile with my dog (toby - a black lab/collie cross, stupid as can be but incredibly handsome [sounds like a human guy]), and i looked up and across the park and i thought - how nice it would be to be able to bring a sketchbook here and just draw that scene. but then i started thinking about it. how would i do it? there are numerous trees in the scene (and i'm not great with trees) and i'm not sure about the shading of it and everything. i know, i should just grab a sketchbook and go try. but what if i end up just being disappointed with it? is it still worth it then? one time, perhaps. but if i keep on being disappointed? is it still worth it? hmm ... gotta think on it.

anyhows, this is turning into a ramble. but meh, who cares? that's the way life is sometimes.

so yeh, other things in life. i now work full-time at london zoo, albeit only until the end of september when i go off to university, which i can't wait for. i'm enjoying life atm. so it's all good. maybe i'll grab that sketchbook and go draw, maybe not. maybe i'll get my camera and go take some cool pictures ... but then again, maybe not. who knows? and isn't that the joy in life? that you can chose what you want to do? and when?