Life has moved on, somewhat, since my last journal.

I am out of High School.

I am now attending the New Zealand Broadcasting School - studying Digital Film and Television Production. I am going to be a film-maker.

I am in love.

I am going somewhere.

I am appalled at my apparent noncommittal to the fantastic world that is DeviantART.

But I am still here, world!


My long long long club list:

In a sort of self justification, I have decided to contribute a Journal Entry to the DeviantART realm.

But let's be frank, Isaac. No one is going to read it. Hence, I refer to you, the one reader of it. You being me.

You are looking back at this, and you are realising that the subtleties, the intricacies, the poetic wit and the clever nuances of irony you thought you injected into it aren't apparent. And, hilariously, the old you who was writing this at that time, just had a vision of internet fame spurned from this single Journal. "Oh, how existential! How insightfully simple is this one kid!" Thats the internet critics. Hilarious. Sick.

I haven't even started attempting to say what I was about to say.

I can't actually remember what that something was.


Oh oh oh but HEY! My fantastic clubs:



And, by *my*, I mean, I am a fledgling member.


But yeah, I still can't remember what that something was.