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Big ass titties.

Friday, August 29
I have so much summer homework to do it's not even funny.
Above is a sketch I attempted.
I am happy with it aside from the usual flaws... and I was too scared to even approach the mouth or the rest of the head. One nostril is huge too. I might try to finish it later.
But the weird thing about my drawing is that I'm never consistent in terms of how neat or well I can draw... Sometimes they're super s-wordy or mediocre like ^^^^^.
If I could churn out pictures even like the one above constantly then I would be happy.
If only I could practice more! But I have homework to do... if I don't finish my novel by today there's no hope.
If only Summer was a month longer...
Lots of "if"s in this post.

Arda makes me harda.

Saturday, August 23
Michael noticed a slight deficiency in the publishing of my blog posts but I really liked the comic I posted last time so I wanted to keep it up as long as possible.

So, I really dislike coming home.
I used to move around a lot when I was younger, moving to a whole bunch of different places about every two years. Most of the time it was because of me switching custody between parents, which sucked sometimes because I had to say goodbye to friends, make new ones, blah blah blah.
Point is, I'm used to moving around constantly. Not that I want to leave Oxford or the friends I've made there or anything like that, more like the opposite!
But my actual apartment, the same old sets of stairs, the same playground, the same kitchen, the same dirty bedroom, the same windows, the same lamps, the same chairs, the same old T.V.. It gets old.

I don't know what to do about it other than go out and as much as possible.

I like to think of myself as the slower one in the pack, the one that others can look back on and say "I guess I'm not so bad...", the one that allows the rest of us to keep on keeping on in this rat race called life.
I depress myself.
I have high hopes for this next year of school (if I could get that Summer homework out of the way). Academically, I'm forced to be realistic about myself after thinking about all the previous resolutions and promises I've made every August. Something about school just makes me not want to try as hard as I should. Times like these make me wish I had health insurance. Tiny little red bumps have been popping up everywhere on my body and I have no idea what they are. I also think I have ADD. I definitely have some sort of speech impediment. And ptosis.
Jesus Christ, ptosis.
Wikipedia it if you wish but basically I'm 86% sure that this is what causes my droopy eyes. It's bugged me since as long as I remember and always makes me cringe when I see myself in photographs. I think it's because I have a fabricated somewhat more attractive self-image of myself which allows me to actually not be totally self conscience all of the time.
Where was I?
Well anyway there are certain procedures to fix ptosis. If I did go through with it, it would be mostly cosmetic, although ptosis has been shown to harm eyesight in children so it could just be a matter of time.
I wish I was a billionaire or a wizard.
I remember a long time ago I had this extremely dumb dream where I was the first Muggle to go to Hogwarts, I dueled with other wizards by having these two metal bars in which I would reflect their spells back at them. Probably one of my favorite dreams ever.
I love dreaming. Dreams dreams dreams always end too soon soon soon.
Also last last night I had a dream about Winona Ryder and we touched eachother's hips and it was totally awesome. I woke up right after I touched hers though.
It's kind of weird though because I never really cared for her until my dream.

This was surrrrposed to be a happy post.

Sunday, August 17 
 
by John Campbell.

Cheng Fei is totally awesome.

Sunday, August 10

Cheng Fei is totally awesome.
Watching her on NBC is inspiring. Something about being out in front of literally billions of people on TV and doing such cool things makes me jealous.
I remember hearing a commentator saying that Cheng Fei pleaded to her parents to let her come home and discontinue her gymnastics career. I feel incredibly sorry for her, and it seems like growing up with all that pressure wasn't so pleasant. Hopefully it can pay off somewhat if she wins a Gold. I really want her to win a Gold!
I wish I spoke Chinese now but I add Cheng Fei to the list of people I really really really want to meet in life.
Oh man, the girl who messed up on the uneven bars, that makes me want to add her to the list. Just because I want to hug her. Not sure if she'd want to hug me though! Oh well, it'd be the most comforting molestation/harassment of all time.
I've never watched Olympic gymnastics before but so far I love it. Something about gymnast girls appeal to me. And it's not the spandex either.
Now if only I could find something that would make me appeal to others...

I'm glad I'm watching these gymnasts, I've felt a little stressed out today, I'm not sure why. But this is fun.

P.S. The uneven bars girl was named He Kexin. :( Poor her.

Thursday, August 7

I like chewing stuff. Like just now I was chewing on a plastic hanger.
I also have this habit of like ripping wrappers off of things and slowly tearing things apart, usually without thinking. I'll usually rip papers into shreds or maybe rip the labels off of water bottles. It's fun!
Paint is also a fun thing to do.

Cat Areolas

Sunday, August 3
By cat areola I mean catnip.
Catnip + cats = tons of fun.
Cats love that shit.

I guess it allows them to escape.
I don't know if there's anything wrong with that, with humans I mean.
And drugs and stuff. Even if it's harmless, it's not genuine, right?

Shit!