...Some little things have made me extremely pissed the last few days. Some things have made me happy.

Some of them I do not wish to share. Others, I will state in an attempt to feel better. Not that any of you would really like to know.

Happy:
Michael Jackson died. I'm sorry if you liked him, but I just think he wasn't an extremely great guy. He sang like a girl, raped children, had lame dance moves, and had plastic surgery to change his skin color to white. He is just freaky.
My superawesomehappy cousin is going to come on Friday~ oh, I can't wait!
I caught someone's kiriban, and now my (human) character is going to be in her story!
An allen's hummingbird made a nest in our plum tree. It's so cute~

Sad:
Billy Mayes died. :[ He was a cool guy.
My mother is mad at me for not brushing my teeth without her reminding me. I really should, but... it's hard to remember.
Treadmills start to buzz if you run on them at 7 mph. They rattle at 7.5. It started to bug me. A LOT. (Not that I could last that long at 7.5 mph anyway... it just annoyed me for 3 minutes or so. )
Today, my body convinced my mind that I didn't want to be an artist anymore. If you know me outside of dA, this is a big freaking deal. My body told me I should play sports. My mind says SPORTS SUCK. I spent about an hour beating my head against the wall because of that.
I feel inspirationless a lot lately. I draw and I draw, but most sketches die after fifteen minutes.
My vacuums are SO GOSHDARN LOUD.
I scratched myself on the hand with a pen accidentally, and an hour after that a vein in my hand swelled up real big and started to hurt. It's pretty much gone now, though.
I am tired of people saying faving and running is bad. For those of you who dislike that, I'll tell you right now I don't give comments much. If I favorite your work, that means I like it, for those of you who care. I normally don't have the time to write comments. So, I'm sorry.


Okay, I think that's about it. If you read up to here, you get a cookie.

~KL