Okay, so I just watched my favorite romantic movie (Spider-Man, I kid you not; It's an annual tradition ... don't question the methods of my madness), and now I feel all warm and fuzzy inside, so I shall update my journal to say something today.

First off, I'm so sorry to all my readers and watchers. I know I haven't really been churning out the artwork lately. You could say I'm in a rut. I have a theory as to why, but I refuse to be one of those people that _"BAWWWWWS" all over the internet. So let's just say I've hit a rough patch in my life, m'kay?

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But that's not what I'm here for. I am here to give thanks. First off, to all of my watchers and readers, for seeing these stories through, not giving up on me, and giving me all of your helpful suggestions.

To the four people whose icons grace my friends list.
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I'm much too shy to ever be the first person who adds a person to my friends list, so this means you all reached out to me first. And I'm so grateful for that. I've only been honored with meeting two of you irl, but you're all such great people. (Harry Potter girls forever, right Sara?)

For the family, of course.

For my irl friends who I don't know on dA, especially one in particular who has impacted me so much; the inspiration of Ella of the Fairies Next Door. She dared to be friends with the class weirdo in sixth grade, when no one had a kind word to say. She introduced me to the world of fanart and Winx Club, so I don't even know what I'd be doing right now if it wasn't for her. (Don't forget me when you hit the big time, Math Teacher!)

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And, stupidly and more stalker-ish of all, I'd like to thank a couple of people who don't know, won't see, and wouldn't care.

Mike Dirnt for liking my Green Day army tag necklace. I know you probably saw it a thousand times that night and told that to every girl, but it was still so sweet of you to say.

Tre Cool. I didn't get to meet you, but you're amusing nonetheless, and you sure are now a great conversation piece to talk to Mom about (you owe her a handful of candy).

And to Billie Joe Armstrong for being a piece of my personal history. Like my favorite superhero, I'm just a geek who finally reached the unreachable. So forgive me for the gender-bending, but thank you for being the Mary Jane Watson to my Peter Parker.

... And that sounded so much less creepy in my head.

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Oh well, happy Turkey Day everybody. Don't get too sauced on the Egg Nog!