"Falling from the sky now, the sign of the burning sun/Into the face of the evil one/Nowhere to hide now we're on the run right before your eyes..."


Everyone should go check my website [ [link] ] despite the fact that it's a piece of shit with nothing in it.

But it's a PRETTY piece of shit, at least.

I think I'll try to hibernate this winter.

Cookies made in a pizza over are delicious. SO ever delicious.


"So far away we wait for the day/For the light source so wasted and gone/We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days/Through the fire and the flames we carry on..."


I got a 31 on my ACT retake; I'm quite content about this, don't fuck it up for me. Especially by telling me that I'm bragging. That's exactly what I'm doing, duh.

I think the Internet has destroyed people's use of grammar. I mean, I don't care if you don't capitalize, but FOR FUCK'S SAKE, you're and your are DIFFERENT WORDS. So are there, they're and their. Its is possessive, it's is it is. Understand, yet? I before E except after C, unless it sounds like an A like in nEIghbor and wEIgh. Unless it's weird. HAHAHAHA!

I just realized all my relatively good art is NOT fanart, and thus is not put on the internet and, thus, all of my art on the internet is bad. Maybe I'll put original shit on the internet for people to steal. Because it doesn't matter if I think it's good or bad, or if others think it's good or bad, it will be stolen. Stuff happens like that. EDIT: Oh! I have! Now watch it get stealed.


"And on the wings of a dream, so far beyond reality/All alone in desperation, now the time has gone/Lost inside you'll never find, lost within my own mind/Day after day this misery must go on..."


So little kids shouldn't leave their Skip-It's in the front of the pizza store... the employees will grab it and attempt to play with it. Horribly. They fail badly.

I keep getting this feeling I'm friendless and lonely but I think it's from not taking my happy-medicine-herb-pills for the winter. Placebo effect of if it's actually doing something I care not; something's not right.

I have this pain in my arm that I think is from a blood clot. FUCK. It hurts like a fucking bitch.

HOORAY for teen angst!

I think Psych class makes you think you're going crazy. I'm pretty sure. I think I'm psychotic; is that bad? Do crazy people know they're crazy?

I can tell who's walking in my house by the sounds of their footsteps. That reminds me: 'whose' is posessive; 'who's' is who is.

I hate people sometimes.

If you made it this far: Congrats! You get a pizza-oven cookie.


"In my heart, in my soul, I am out of control/Fly across the mountains and towards the distant sun/Tears evermore we cry like before/Feel the breakdown of my body - set me free..."