KainMaxi

Going out to the beach tomorrow. Maybe I'll get to catch some waves...  ^_^

A person that I really looked up to had a massive stroke earlier this weekend. Right now he's in the hospital fighting to recover. His family and friends are all around him, but he can't even respond to them. (And then I discovered that it's actually a fact that people who suffer strokes on the weekend are more likely to expire than people who have them during the week... http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_releases/2010-11/aaon-wap102610.php) It's weird to think of it, but it seems that I have been surrounded by stroke victims my entire life. My paternal great-grandmother was crippled by one while I was an infant. When I was just a fourth-grader

I rarely draw these days, but I once drew all the time. I sketched and doodled pretty much everywhere - in classes, while chatting with friends, after coming home from work. About a decade ago,however, that changed. I went through a really rough period in life that lasted for five years. I wouldn't know until nearly the end of that period that I had actually gone through major depression. During that time period, I stopped drawing; I didn't find enjoyment in it anymore (or from much of anything else, for that matter). I could still appreciate the art of others, to a degree, but my heart simply wasn't in the act of personal creation. After I