Well . . .

My dumb mood thing is still broken. It continues to agitate me.

Also, I'm going to try and do the art sale this year . . . last year, I got a slip and filled it out . . . then lost it the day before I turned it in. Then guess what? I found it exactly one month after the friggen thing was over.

Anyway, according to the dumb sale is in two months . . . I think . . . I don't really care, I just wanna make some extra money.

The second thing is, after the dumb sale is over, I'm done drawing too. For the most part, anyway. The thing is . . . I hate drawing. It's something I do in times of mindless, brain-numbing boredom. Also . . . sometimes people ask me to do stuff for them, and sometimes I'm just too nice to say no . . . more importantly, I'm way behind in writing.

I have three short stories I was planning on editing and then (possibly) posting. More importantly than that, I have five longer, original stories that go unpublished on the internet that I am WAY behind in . . . not to mention I have people expecting me to update on fricking fanfiction.net . Don't get me wrong, I love that site, but . . . I can't keep up at this rate.

Also, I'm here to tell you that my original plan of spending less time on this site may be coming back, as people are starting to return to LT and Project Exia and so on and so forth. Lovely sites, they are.

And, in other news, I have this project I've been meaning to start . . . it's entitled "The Legacy of Demon Cat", and I promise it won't be as bad as the title suggests . . . probably. Anyway, it deals a lot with photography and short stories . . . and it stars my cat, Ozzie . . . and my hand gets to be in one of the later pictures . . . he's going to "eat" it . . . well, there's going to be a trick behind that, and a little bit of editing, but hopefully it will look good anyway. If I ever even start the dumb project.

In fact, let's have some one post a lovely little comment nagging me about it as an extra reminder, all right?

Hm . . . anything else I can add that's slightly important in anyway?

Well, I'm not sure if it matters to you guys, but it matters to me . . . Yes, I did look up your guys' book reccomendations. You know what the dumb thing was? My library does not posess a single one of them. I am . . . infuriated . . . I would say something else, but I would like to clean up my langauge a bit . . . in real life, it just sounds horrible. I'm serious. Last year I swore about fve times in every sentence . . . I believe it's hereditory. You guys have never heard some of the things my parents (mother dearest, especially) have said.

Actually, I would like to correct that last sentence: has heard. She had a mental breakdown and started crying . . . what she heard wasn't even that bad, but I suppose no one reads this to hear about my house, huh?

I suppose that's it, anyway. I would like to type some more just for the sake of typing, but . . . it's getting late.

Hm . . . look at all the lovely time I wasted wriing this. No wonder I never get anything done . . .

I mean that humorously . . . it doesn't take me very long to write a huge block of text like this . . .

Well, that was quite the load of blah, huh? You were probably waiting your whole life to see that much crap compacted into one tiny post!

You know what? I'm just going to click the little "send" button now and shut up . . .