In the middle of the day there was Boredom. Boredom of the spectacular kind.
So Verbi thought.
She thought long and hard. Then she fell asleep, because thinking long and hard always had its drawbacks.
And when she awakened from her slumber, a wonderful idea had popped her one in the cerebellum. She cursed.
A World shall be created, she said triumphantly, after recovering from the loss of brain cells.
And so a World was created. It was filled with boredom ensued ravings and nothing special in particular.
Verbi looked at her creation and she saw all was good, and proceeded to get herself a cookie.
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Copy and paste this into your profile if when you were young... There were only 150 Pokemon. Digimon was popular. Yugi-Oh actually had Yugi in it. You didn't get weird looks when you went Trick-or-Treating. Nobody cared what you looked like. Hamtaro ROCKED. Catching a pidgeon was cool. Pirates before Pirates of the Carribean. Nobody knew how to spell 'Volcano'. Pinky and the brain were cartoon characters, not body parts. Saying 'moron' was a swear word. Fire was considered dangerous. The only thing you had to worry about were cooties. Cursive writing was just a bunch of swirly lines. Multiplication was scary. Dora the Explorer and that goddamned monkey who follows her EVERYWHERE didn't exist. The first Harry Potter was the coolest thing since sliced bread.
Since it's almost the time of year where there is peace, love, family, and presents, I decided that I should go out and buy a few items to spruce up my dorm room; holiday cheer and all that. So I went out to the local bargain store and bought a bunch of items that I thought my roomie would love. Of course, when I told her of my ingenious plans she decided to chuck an empty plastic bottle at me.
I shall relay a couple.
One of my brilliant plans consisted of a bunch of bells. You know the type that has a lot of bells on one large strip? Yes. A load of those. I was going to attach them to my window curtain, so whenever the wind blows, a merry "jingle jingle" will chime out in glee. My roommate did not see the brilliance of the plan and sent me death glares each time it let out a jingle. Luckily for her, I'm out of duct tape. My bells will not stay if there is no duct tape. She's safe for another week or two.
Another plan was to decorate the room with a bunch of reindeer antlers (the head band kind with the little flashy lights) and label each one with the names of Santa’s reindeer. She thought it was kind of morbid; I thought it was perfectly fine. But alas, I did not win and we decided to keep the reindeer's ears in the box.
She’s getting Christmas lights all over her closet and billboard above her bed, though. The switch will be on my side. <3
AND OMGEE GUYS. I’m going to get a hernia because I saw my picture on the front page! And it was the first picture, too! IT WILL BE A HERNIA OF LOVE. I love you guys all so much. <33333
I’ll celebrate by posting another picture! ....Or working on my comic page that is rotting in my files.
Now, I don't expect ANYONE to read this or comment. I just need to vent for a bit and I don't mind if no one reads it or anything. I have to let off some steam, though. Apparently it's not healthy to keep everything in? Yeah. If you want to skip over this there's a picture on the bottom. 8D
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I feel so damn inadequate. Y'know? I know I shouldn't feel like this, but I can't help it. I always feel so mediocre compared to everyone else. I get praise from people over the internet (it's REALLY appreciated), but in real life I barely get any. So what if I sound like a whiny, attention seeking snot? I just want, FOR ONCE, to get some form of a pat on the back from people around me.
I love my friends, I do. But sometimes I wish they wouldn't say things right in front of my face. I know it's not intentional, but really, guys. Have a little more consideration and don't say it as FRICKEN MUCH. They KNOW I draw, but they always praise one of my other friends. Which is cool. I mean, I praise her, too, she IS really good. But, DAMMIT. Why the hell do they have to compare me? And why do they have to say nothing about mine and everything about hers? And why do they have to say things like, "You're so good, *insert person's name here*. You should draw for the newspaper, they're looking for artists. Pass the salt, Tash." or "I think you're the best drawer I know. Right, Tash?" YES. THANK YOU FOR THAT SELF ESTEEM BLOW, GUYS. Just tell me I fricken SUCK already. God. Fucking whore monkies.
I'm never showing anyone pictures again if this keeps up. Dammit. I hate being compared. I hate how I will always be second rate. I wish I could be good at something. Anything. I wish my friends would consider my feelings for once and say it when I'm not there, at least. I could handle it at first, but every fucking dinner session, really now. It gets to me after a while.
Stop being so fucking condescending towards me.
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Not sure what's happening. 8D But there's a picture. <3
