Hey guys! It looks like I'm doing my first KARIBAN!!! WHOO!

Anyway, the number is 1,634. Why such a random number?

I have no clue.

Anyway, the person who wins gets some kind of prize that I will think up soon.

I'm back!!! Yay yay yay and all that!

*cricket*

Anyway, there are two reasons I've been gone:

1. I noticed I was falling into the trap of unoriginality, the same expression on the same face... EVERY TIME I WOULD DRAW. So I took a break from drawing for awhile.

2. MAH INTERNETS BROKE!

Yeah.

Commissions are still open! I will draw anything you want... FOR FREE. (ZOMG)

This journal is about commissions. What about commissions?

I don't have any.

I will do commissions for FREE. ANYTHING YOU WANT...'cept hentai.

FREE.

I went to my school's end of the year dance last night. I usually don't dance, I don't take lessons and all I can really do is slow dance. or so I thought...

I was just kinda moving with the music, and "dancing", when suddenly I hear the dj say "that kids got some moves! Looks like you got competition Greg!" (Greg is the resident break dancer. I changed his name in this post, partially because it's not nice to post peoples' names on the internet, but mostly cause I can't remember his real name.) I look around to see who they're talking about...

I'm in the middle of the dance floor, and there's a ring of people around me...

I end up having a dance-off with "Greg". He won, but it was still pretty fun.

Afterward my friend walked up to me and said "I didn't know you could dance!"

I replied, "Neither did I."

Sigh... I haven't written anything for awhile now... have I?

I met one of my old friends on the bus about a week ago, he got on with a guy who looked just like Robin Williams. We talked awhile, caught up on things... it was very sad. Why? Because it was clear that he had gotten into drugs and alcohol. He'd gained about 40 pounds, his teeth were rotting, and he had a stain on the back of his pants (last one is a symptom of pain-killer addiction). He was glad to see I was doing well, and he got off a couple of stops before me.

A couple days later I met the Robin Williams look-alike again. He was with a couple of people, they all looked like they were homeless. They all had some fast-food burgers, it looked like the best they'd eaten for a long time. One of them was short on money for a ride, so I gave him a quarter I had found earlier. I was going to spend it on some gum, but I thought that he probably needed it more.

It's things like this that really make me see that I don't have it bad. I'm very grateful for the friends and necessities that I have been granted.

And I wish these people the best of luck.

Last night I got to thinking about things and I remembered a classmate from Kindergarten, her name was Cara. She may have only been in Kindergarten, but she was BAD ASS. She was listening to Third Eye Blind and kickin' peoples asses. I think I only remeber her because she kicked me in the stomach.

Why am I sharing this with you? 'Cause I feel like it, is there any better reason for anything?