So what happened to vitani????
Yeah well i moved out of home... the home i love.. the green place... the lovely green place...(*stop me before i get too emo over my "lost for the moment paradise okay"??)
Anyway the place i've moved to is on the edge of the world... and a ver very pretty edge of the world it is... it's winter here by the way which puts it one the southern hemisphere....
And vitani i swamped in homework... and this means that she has resumed her education after two years of not learning much... which also means that i've become really lazy... and rusty...
Please don't ask me what i'm studying cuz it makes me sooo embarassed!!! no but really... i'm going to be an "ACCOUNTANT!!!" yeah yeah go on and laugh at me!!! I know that it's a far cry from the art and poetry that i love... but i say... if what you love can't keep you alive in this world... kindly find something that WILL!!! This choice i think, though i don't pparticularly "like" it... will be able to keep me in the "zone"..
i haven't written anything these days... i'm so busy just getting from one sunrise to the next... and i have so many thoughts crammped into my small skull that getting something that actually makes sense to "ME" has come to be a problem... leave alone something to make sense to other peopel!!!

hee hee...thats only half true okay... so don't worry i aint going "out" yet...
And Thanx out to everyone whho dropped in here... and left comments... and tags... and everyone who simply came, saw that there aint nothing going on... and left... I love you guys... I'll post something about the crazy life of a uni kid... every week....
I'll be going to all the journals on my freinds list... and some off it just to let you know... if i have time that is...
I have a massive cold once again!!! yaeh i know... 
Anyways... i think i shall dig out one of my poems from some old time when i was young(*younger tahn i am anyway...) i packed my treasure with me...
Inventor
Do you know how hard i've worked?
To draw up the plans?
Get the stuff??
To build the perfect machine?
How many times i've gone wrong?
How many tmes i threw it away?
and cried for my wearied time?
How long i've waited?
But, whats done is done...
And it's over
Finished.
And now all i got to do..
Is throw the switch
And watch the thing at work
Perfect timing, Perfect motion,
Perfect Balance... Perfect work...
A fitting Perfect end to my.... baby,
My invention...
But how in my time of creating??
Was i to know??
That what to me is Perfect...
Would be used by so many??
For so much wronge?
And pain??
you know a lot of great poets and artists didn't major in the arts, they did it as something they loved...