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02/15/2005: "FATTY REFILL!"

Did I ever tell you about my certification for being an EMO bastard? Yeah...I went away to study for three years. It seemed like the logical path, considering I allready shown a inclaniation to being overly dramatic. Then last year I snaped back to my roots as a thinkier. But I tells ya, it comes in handy as an artist/philosopher/pain-in-the-ass. It was funny...my mom randomly had some of that fridge magnet poetry things. She did a haiku, and I spent an hour standing there. Covered half the fridge. It wasn't totally apparent at first, with "Hide under an apple cloud" but in the end, my EMO studies showed through with "'Silly child,' man cried out, 'what glow have you?'" Scared me a bit cause I wasn't expecting that...

It comes in handy tho. A lot of my drawings are from wither depression or lovesick. And if it's not from that, then I'm pretty un orginal. Few things I do are truely inspired. Only in the sence that I saw it somewhere else, and I thought it was a good idea, and I adapt it to fit my own ideas. I'm just simply not someone who cmes up with new things. But you give me a buncha crap that's allready there, and then you'll see what I'm capible of... The last thing I think I totally got out of nowhere was that spider I made. And that's like the thing I like the best. See how that works?

I'm gonna go do things now. ::walks off stage, where a crashing sound is heard:: ........And...Cringe in pain.....

F*R*A*G: And it was at this point I realized that I just superglued the pen to my finger. So I opened my hand, and indeed it hung there, suspended from the tip of my finger. I needed to leave the room suddenly...