LOOK! OVER IN THAT RECLINER!

Not a week can go by without another bout of sickness, apparently. Perhaps it's a physical expulsion of all the rotten feelings I compile throughout my days. Well, whatever it is, it's bloody annoying and also ever-so-conveniently timed to times when the bathroom is virtually inaccessible.

All the motivation I had to compiling an idea into drawing is gone. Which is infuriating by itself, seeing as drawing is to me what oxygen is to every other human being.

I'll just imagine the discomfort and constant joint pain is a manifestation of all the things I do wrong, and try to be better. Just bear with me. I'm still human...ish.

Boy I sure do hope that those damn Spiderman 3 trailers stop real soon, because I am already sick of them. Maybe that's the culprit. Curse you, emo Spidey, curse you.

Maybe I just need routine again. Work or school or something. I get all unhinged without some sort of structure how sad.

My dad = amazing. Seriously. Not even joking. Best human being ever.

I'll explain.

See. The instant he pulls my suitcase out when we get to the dorm I shift through my purse to realize that I totally forgot my effing keys (but I remembered my slippers for the first time in two weeks. wtf, universe). So, what choice do we have? We have to drive all the way back home to get them, and drive all the way back up to Detroit.
By this point I am feeling the weight of Complete Moron of the Year™, and I'm kind of waiting to hear Dad go off on me about irresponsibility, since I'm quite apt to forgetting shit. So I'm saying "I'm sorry," and "I'll pay for the gas" and all this kind of junk, but he just shakes his head and says there's nothing for it, and that everyone makes that mistake once in a while, etc. Then what does he do? He pulls out of the drive, and pulls into the liquor store across the street right when it's closing, goes in and comes out with candy and a grape Crush. Says it was the last one in the store and everything. Gives it to me. Splits the candy.

Jesus, I was crying in that stupid car. And not for anything bad or anything! Just because my dad bought me candy and pop instead of lecturing. It was one of those, "I seriously cannot believe how freaking lucky I am," moments or something. How many people have dads like that?

But yeah, in other interesting news, it seems that Acquilla and I are twins from parallel universes. We have families that behave in ways all too similar. Crazy shit up in here!

And yeah. Fuckin' FFX. Fuckin' Seymour. I'd love watching that stupid game as a movie, not as a game. Dammit. But I can't stop. Can't. DAMMIT.

I woke up ten minutes before class, and let me tell you, that put me in a peachy mood. Not really, haha. But reading Cgad's nice comments about my comic make it better. Since she believes I'm good at this, haha. Let 'em believe, I suppose.