Sorry, but I am just very bored, very nauseous, very aggravated, and for some odd reason, very hyper. I want to scream, or leap for joy, or even both at once, I don't care anymore. Yeah... Very bizarre mood. I don't know what's happening to me! Every time I pick up a pencil, I feel the urge to draw an eye, and that eye grows into a head, and the head grows a body, WTF! I get inspired at the most INAPPROPRIATE times, as evidenced by the most recent drawing I uploaded. And yet, I have to struggle to even get out the first sentence of a story. Everything is upside down; I'm paying attention in school, I'm actually drawing decent looking stuff, and I'm SAVING MONEY! I went to the mall, and bought absolutely NOTHING useless! Unless you count the Airheads that that crackhead sold me. I couldn't help it, he was very intimidating. And get this: I was actually looking for ART SUPPLIES! GAWD, I'm turning into an artist! NOOOOOOOO- wait. That's a good thing. I mean, I want to get better, and apparently I am, but... Not at the sacrifice of my writing prowess. I might just have to sit here and FORCE out a new story one of these days. That, and I really have to get back to work on Bleeding Love. I haven't written ANY new chapters yet, and I promised those poor people on Quizilla that the hiatus wouldn't last long... Damn. Duty calls. And I never pick up. 'Cause I'm just that cool. Oh, who am I kidding, I'm a loser. I'm a loser, and I'm going to die, because somebody is going to throw a cat at my face, and I'm going to have an asthma attack, and DIE! Okay, I'm done being dramatic. I'm gonna stop typing before I say something stupid so... stop reading.