Kinda...already sick of today. Gettin' bitched at for being awake. Can't really help it; I can't sleep ( Read more... )

No drawing today. Not on paper, anyway. **Looks at her arm. Covered in Sharpie.**

I'll try and draw something later.

Just need a reference picture of someone's character and I can do what I have in mind...

Yeah.

A little tired now, but still going...

Tomorrow's Erin's party. Hell or high-water, I'm going.

*Zonk.*

Reached the giving-up point last night, and just let my hand wander over the page while watching TV. Came up with a vixen... In a very mild bondage outfit, holding a riding crop. Which raises one question in my mind ( Read more... )

Want to draw something. Color it. Paint it. Something. Finish it... And be proud of it ( Read more... )

...yesterday was mostly good. Woke up badly, but that usually happens. My dad's a little bit of an ass-hole.

Saw Willard (after a long time of wanting to do so). Liked Socrates much.

Today...wanted to curl up and die before I was even mostly awake.

...and certainly do not want to go to school.

Giving up sounds nice.

I hate talking on the phone, sometimes. I just don't have much to say... Eheh. Especially to people I hardly see much ( Read more... )

Kayt just made the rest of my week fucking fantastic.

*Kinda...shocked. Pleasantly. But shocked.*

Love ya, Kaytyakat. Your handwriting, by the way, is beautiful. **Hug.**

I hope you feel better today...

I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life...

Go ahead. Laugh. Everyone else does.

1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it ( Read more... )

Hmm. Deep-frier. That hasn't been cleaned in two years ( Read more... )