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| I hate boredom.
It's so....
Boring. XD
I've been doing a lot of drawing lately, and really want to colour them all in Photoshop.
But, not only do I suck majorly at Photoshop, I'm seriously lazy. So yeh. Not a good combo.
A.J. is again, gone on a business trip. How exciting. He always seems to leave right when Vaughn goes on a trouble-making spree. So I'm stuck punishing her. Trust me, it's no fun for an older sister to punish a younger sister. I'm still working on gaining respect.
*sigh* I might go watch Howl's Moving Castle (again), but I have to get up early tomorrow and don't want to be all sluggish. Meh.
I guess I could work on some fanfictions. But, once again, laziness rears it's ugly head.
Blech.
I guess I'll figure something out.
-_-;; | | |
| Tired tired tired bloody fuggin tired.
And yet, I can't bring myself to sleep tonight.
I have to get up at 7:45 tomorrow morning and go to the dentist. So I think I should get some sleep.
But all the blasted things I can do are haunting me! I could get on and work some more on my new fanfiction...I could work on my science bookmark, which, by the way, is due tomorrow, I could do a lot of things!
But I'm bloody lazy!
And bloody pissed!
I don't know why, but for some reason I want to just up and SOCK SOMETHING!
Ah well.
I'll get the chance to beat the hell out of someone tomorrow at Kick Boxing.
Yes, my school does offer a kick boxing class.
Claim it's for 'future self defence'.
But I think they're building up an army.
Planning to take over the world, they are.
...
I need sleep. | | |
| IN OTHER NEWS: Gullible has officially been removed from the dictionary.
Now seriously.
Ok. I'm thinking of dragging A.J. out to get some serious professional pictures done. You know, none of this go to Wally World and sit in for some crappy snapshots with a back drop of 'Fantasy Forest' with all the cute little gnomes in the background you could swear are leering at you.
No. I mean SERIOUS pictures.
But alas, I doubt he'll do such a thing. He'll probably be all like, 'Wait until you're older dear. Then you can use them in place of prom pictures.'
Neh.
I can even imagine him saying it.
OH! And that damned look he'll harbour! So smug and arrogant as he nods, counting the seconds until he can crush the very idea beneath his proverbial 'iron fist'...
More like non-existent than proverbial.
But I should at least try, eh? Maybe if I'm lucky he'll at least consider it.
Though I must make a choice...asking him about letting me get the pictures, or asking him if I can make the switch to tenor sax after festival. I'm sure he'd allow the tenor portion. I'd just have to get some insight on which key was which note before I actually made the switch.
But if I drop both bombs at once, the recoil could be hazardous. [Love the analogy, eh? *has been around Mike too long*]
As stated earlier on, however. No use in not trying.
I'm just not too excited about the response. XP | | |
| I.
Feel.
Bad.
...
My friend (going un-named) has asked me to help him with a Valentine for a girl he so clearly loves.
However, this girl, whom is also a close friend of mine, has no interest in him. And, is also very superficial. Therefore meaning, she's going to break his heart.
And, they both want my help.
He wants me to help him buy her chocolate and to help him with what he should say, and she wants me to help her avoid him all day so she doesn't have to deal with taking the Valentine.
And I feel terrible. I don't want to see him heartbroken, and I don't want her to have to tell him how she doesn't love him back.
I'm torn. Seriously torn. T~T | | |
| Alrighty. Now that everything is settled back into place, I think I'll make my first OFFICIAL post.
That last one didn't count.
I'd just like to clear up a few things: THIS IS MY 'JOURNAL'. No matter how tempting, please don't compare my situations to any of yours. I'll probably end up not caring. Go ahead and comment on things I say, but please refrain from telling me how much worse your life is, 'kay pum'kin?
Next, let me post in peace. I'll cuss. I'll diss. I'll downsize. I'll offend. I'll do whatever the hell I want. It's my journal, always and forever. It's just posted online.
And lastly, like I said: It's my journal, just posted online. Therefore I'm saying that whatever I write in my journal comes onto my site. Of course, as the head editor, I can choose what doesn't make the cut. In other words, everything except the boring crap or the EXTREMELY embarrassing stuff gets put online.
Well. Now that I have that off my chest, I think I'll go watch myself some Full Metal Alchemist. | | |
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