A somewhat rhetorical question meant on several different levels.

Where am I on DA? I think that translates to, do I still exist? The answer to that is that after four years or whatever, yes, I do still exist. Rather less enthusiastically than I used to, but I just don't feel like spending as much time browsing as I once did. It just makes me sad that I don't have time and/or don't feel like drawing.

Where am I in my art? It is rather sporadic, and tends to be concentrated around breaks. I think that it tends to be less detailed than in the past, but then I've never felt like I have enough patience. My art is as random as ever, in the absence of a good graphics program (I only have a laptop and a kind of lame mouse) my abstract art has turned traditional mediums, which is probably a good thing because it means I actually know what I'm drawing instead of playing with random buttons.

Where am I in my writing? My desire to write poetry seems to have completely shriveled up. I no longer have any inspiration to work from, and everything I write is lame. My stories, on the other hand, are progressing - not as fast as I'd like but of course they are not exactly a top priority, no matter how much they distract me.

Where am I in school? I am now a China studies and Political Science double major, and very, very happy. Okay, not so happy at this particular instant because I am lazy and don't feel like writing my paper (why do you think I'm writing this? XD ) but the reality is that while papers are a pain to get written, I am really proud of them when I finish. My grades have jumped exponentially, and while I don't exactly know what I want to do with these degrees, I'm happy where I am.

Where am I in life? Somewhere gray and a bit murky, as both black and white demand a commitment. Sometimes I feel completely decided about things, and then I relapse into indecisiveness. One thing I do think I've decided on is to try to go to China this summer, I'm working on applying right now. Will try to remember to update about what happens with that.

Where am I? An irritating bubble called reality, except that at the moment it is a very interesting and story-filled bubble, and I really don't feel all that irritated, just somewhat confused by the rapidity with which everything changes.