The idle hour

I miss having time to draw what I want to draw, get feedback from it, and be content. All my friends seem to find the time--why can't I?

Acquilla + Me = kickass at co-op in Return of the King.
Me = Going to conquer Acquilla at Tekken 4 before the semester is over.
Acquilla = Delusional if she thinks she can keep using the same cheap trick with Marshall Law over and over and...DAMMIT STOP IT


Something I'd like to remember: I woke up at 9:28 AM today, with a class to go to at 9:35. I so rock. I got there at 9:43 and didn't miss jack shit. I don't think the man takes attendance, either. Wootage.

So I bought the entire collection of Narnia in one book (it was 30% off, I couldn't resist), and I'll read that. Because C.S. Lewis is my main man. Mere Christianity is such a great read--easy to follow, makes sense, yadda yadda, as if you care to hear about me enjoying my faith.

And I am no longer sick, praise the Lord!


Done.

BREAKING NEWS

I HATE ENDURO AND WISH THAT SHE FALL OFF A SKYSCRAPER INTO ONCOMING RUSH HOUR TRAFFIC AND DEVOURED BY POOR HOMELESS DOMESTICATED ANIMALS LIKE RATS AND SHIT AND THEN BE SCOOPED UP BY ANIMAL CONTROL AND DUMPED INTO A COMPOST HEAP.


...Hmm, that sounds about right.

IN RETROSPECT, I LOVE KAT AND WILL PROBABLY GET PUNCHED BY HER FOR USING FEMALE PRONOUNS BUT THAT'S OKAY BECAUSE I HAVE NO REGARD FOR MY SAFETY.


Okay. Time to get ready to go home.