You know all those cute little comics I have with me being...me?
And things I do?
Yeah, you can start reading the old and the soon to be new, on the account

Kay?
That's my comic journal account now.
Go watch it RAWR.
We got our asses kicked at mock trial.
But damn the other teams loyal boys were fucking HOT.
(Especially the one I had to cross. I badgered the shit out of that witness and got away with it. Ahahaha *coughwheeze* )
Honestly, I wanted to be like "Can I have yo' numbah? Can I have it? Wheres your girlfriend at? She getting you mike & Ikes? You like Mike & Ikes?"
(If you don't know what I'm talking about with the "can I have your numbah" thing, watch this.
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Other than that, I'll probably start writing "Alive With the Glory of Love" soon enough. I forget what Bex translated that into for German? Ah well, there's your news on that.
Busy with school, college stuff, and just generally stressed.
Apparently there's some medical stuff going on with my dad.
On top of that my parents are convinced they're hoarders.
(I have dragons for parents, ftw. unfortunately we collect ancient weapons and not gold n' jewels?!)
So, I'm supposed to help them with making sure they don't buy pointless stuff?
That'll be hard.
Driving is fun and annoying.
Meh.
I'm paranoid about my college stuff.
I mean, I have stuff.
I just don't know what to write my essay about.
Meh.
I've been moody recently myself.
Hopefully going and hanging out with those real life assholes I call friends will cheer me up.
Go see a movie or something.
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If you hear screaming, its because someones innocence just got destroyed.
Ugh, DA keeps saying ERROR UPLOAD, so I drew this and uploaded it here; thank you, I love you guys!!
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Sic transit gloria.
Vide sed cui fide.
Non omnis moriar.
"All storys have a happy ending. Its the inbetween that has me scared."
**Gets out pen, licks the tip, and begins to write.**
Matthew Williams.
I want his boyfriend to watch him as he writhes on the floor in utter agony as he is burned alive by falling acid, and then, I want his pet bird to open his stomach, rip out his intestines, and force it down his own throat. I then want his house to collapse in a might blaze, burning away any trace of him, and I'd like for his boyfriend to be dragging the other back to his house for safety when it happens. I don't want his body to be found-- not untill, someone walks by to find a leg and other assorted body-bits strewn about on the black earth, and they'll look to the wreakage of the house, and with a broken neck, his body will be torn apart, and hung for display atop of the brickwork.
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If you hear screaming, its because someones innocence just got destroyed.
Ugh, DA keeps saying ERROR UPLOAD, so I drew this and uploaded it here; thank you, I love you guys!!
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Icon made by the awesome ~Xenelle :U ♥
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Sic transit gloria.
Vide sed cui fide.
Non omnis moriar.
"All storys have a happy ending. Its the inbetween that has me scared."
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