Dad brought home a miniature pinscher gal last night, after about two and a half weeks worth of scouting for a new dog. Parents are happy as fuck, which is great, cats are a little distrustful of the new little rocket racing around in here. It seems to have some sort of fear/respect for me and tends to shy away if I'm around. I must have a really dreadful presence...

My dad has also decided to quit smoking after about four decades of it. His airways are so packed with phlegm and junk that he's got trouble breathing, and decided it was for the better he quit because he only felt worse smoking. Wouldn't mind if he decided to do this five or ten years ago, but atleast he's realized it's not doing him any good. If he'll actually be able to, that's a whole different story. But I hope he can manage without his cancer sticks.

Also caught a sore throat and a cold yesterday. Today I spent some time purging my system in the bathroom. Feels kinda meh. I don't feel all that bad aside from the throat aching a bit if I swallow. Nothing too serious, just a minor inconvenience.

Yesterday I got a glimpse about all the stuff people are planning for Valborg. Some are gonna go to LAN parties and play Diablo 3 like crazy, others are gonna go partying, or have a barbecue. Me...? Same as always. Stay home, do nothing. As if anyone would consider inviting my boring, uninteresting ass anyways... but seeing as I'm sick currently, it doesn't really matter if I were invited for something or not.

I had a conversation with a guy yesterday about art. He said there are no wrong ways to express yourself in, and that people who says otherwise can go fuck themselves like the elitistic douches they are. I took this to heart quickly. I've also been filled with such rage that I haven't enjoyed drawing for quite a while, and the more I try to fit into a mold, the more I realize it just won't work. I'm going to try and turn that anger into something creative. If I can't enjoy drawing anymore despite that, I'm just going to quit. What good is it to try and try and try and try and just get more and more stressed and pissed off about something that's supposed to do the opposite?