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Scanner's busted (AGAIN.) deviantART website isn't loading. Too hot to go outside. Too boring indoors (PS2 is busted, need memory card for Gamecube and PS1, and brother's playing Panzer Dragoon on Xbox...) Probably gonna sketch something, but I thought, "HEY! I'll upgrade my blog first."
- I'm working on all the graphical crap for my blog (which could possibly turn into my webpage soon... hm.) but I have no freakin' clue how to do HTML... so if anybody reading this DOES know how the hell to work it, tell meh. Please? With a cherry?
- School... everything's hunky dory. Just bracing down for the final stretch and for exams and then I'll be done... and have a week long summer... and then go take Algebra 2. >_< Meh, it won't be too bad. Only terrible thing about it though is that theres gonna be this art workshop over the summer that a whole bunch of people on deviantART are going to, some that I know... but I cant go CAUSE I'VE GOT SUMMER SCHOOL. Blah.
- If anybody's got any pictures of us band geeks at any occasion (like Marc's got some of us at QoH) send em to me... for a little project o' mine that I'll start... after school is done.
- Yeah, I already said that my scanner is dead. If anybody has one, or can fix one (in case D can't fix it) tell meh. I needs it. It's mah baby. *hugs it and weeps* Also, if anyone has a Wacom tablet (or ANY tablet for drawing on the comp, for that matter) ... can I borrow it? ^^
- *scours job listings* Yeh, I need a summer job. All of you need one too, if you don't already have one.
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You gotta wonder about suffering. Like, why is it even here? Who let this crap into the universe? Aren't there like, karmic bouncers patrolling the space-time continuum, making sure a nuisance like suffering doesn't creep into existence? Where does this shit come from? If I were designing the cosmos, I wouldn't make the stuff. I'd make only varying degrees of happiness. So you'd have your standard issue Contentment, right, which you can upgrade to Satisfaction, and later trade that in for the fully-loaded fuel-injected Happiness. Along the way you can accessorize with stuff like Bliss, Pleasure, Joy, Euphoria and Ecstacy. I'll even throw in some real potent shit like Super-Orgasmo-Love'splosion that'll like, kill you and resurrect you at the same time. Oh, my universe would rock. All Bliss, All The Time, baby. It'll be the Amsterdam of existence. The Happiest Universe in the World. But then, if the world was like that people would be jonesin' for Super-Orgasmo-Love'splosion all the time. I mean, Contentment is nice and all, but it sort of sucks donkeyballs compared to the real good shit, ya know? So there'd be all these joy junkies and cartels and gang wars and death and, well, suffering. Which brings us back to square one: Who let this crap into the universe?
More brilliance from Sinfest.
Eh. That's about it.
~mEh~
