I sick.

So I haven't posted a journal update since... before Band Camp. Which was awesome, by the way. Awesomely awesomeawesome.

Anyhoo, so a friend and I went out to sell funraiser just now in the rain... we sold three items, which is great for two hours and one neighborhood, and have two prospective buyers that haven't gotten paid yet.

YAY.

IT'S RAINING HERE HOMGEE. MAYBE I SHOULD PAINT SOME RAIN. OR NOT. HMM. WHY AM I YELLING AGAIN? No clue. But it's been raining for about a day and a half... it's so pretty.

AND OUR FOOTBALL GAME WAS CANCELLED LAST NIGHT. So we went there, sat on a hot bus for two hours, thenwent home. That's four hours of my life I'll never get back, sitting next to an antisocial person and in between a bunch of people who ignore me. Bleck. Ah well. Just more of me ranting again.

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In other words and topics, I'm looking for commisions. If you have an idea and actually care, tell me what to draw. Or paint, actually, if it's like, landscape/nature-type stuff... I haven't painted in awhile, and I need to put more up here. TELL ME PLEASE?!?!?!?!

By the way: I only put my mood as aroused cause he's being creepy... And it reminds me of a funny birthday card. Of an old man. At the bottom, it says:


"Hey, sugar."

And he's looking at a cake like a lecher. XD

So bored I think my brain's about to fall out of my left ear.

At four AM.

In the morning.

When I should be asleep.

I'm posting a journal entry.

GAH.

Good night... err... morning.

GAR. I feel like so much rock is hanging from my shoulders I'm crippled into the nothingness that is me.

BAND.


CAMP.



ARGGGGGGGGGGG...

..but it's only the holding up my mellophone for what, an hour or two part that makes me go 'arg' so much.

...and... yeah. That's about it. And the wierd tumble-left-foot-first-then-right-foot-over-land-on-ass-spin-get-back-up-by-some-miraculous-feat-and-extend-arms-n-front-in-under-three-seconds thing.


Makes my arms, butt, and fingers soooo soorrrreee.... ARG.