I was actually standing in front of a giant light that provides me with quite a bit. Damn iphone decided to make the whole thing.. well, substantially darker than it really is. But yeah, my eyes ain’t strainin’.
I’ve drawn several rather-accurate pictures of a friend of mine, and a few of my wife—all of which I’ve posted here at one time or another (oooo but which ones are they), haha. I mean I’m just guessing with Boggle because I’m kinda only going based on what other folks have drawn.
I have got to get better at checking my email before I go to class. Class this morning was canceled but I like an idiot drove to the school anyway. I am now cold and covered in snow. Fuck this, I’m going home.
Once upon a time I was writing an RPG starring thinly veiled versions of myself and my friends. It was called Traverse and it was fucking awesome if you like hackneyed retarded shit about friendship and overcoming your fears. I think I threw out all of the notebooks where I’d written the story because it happened in between pages and pages of godawful angsty teenage boy poetry.
I wish I still knew how to write. He’ll I’d settle for writing a complete piece of shit at this point.
Who wants to come to Utah and do an enormous amount of drugs with me? I haven’t done any fun drugs in months, not since I played an amazing all night game of BESM after smoking weed for like three hours and it was the coolest thing ever. Picture magical girls with sanity checks when the monster showed up — it was Madoka inspired and that was fine. We had a good goddamn time.
I should go to burning man or something like that. Eh no maybe not I don’t want to do X and get cornholed by some weirdo toothless hippie who’s been “feeling the magic” for three days.