Box cutters are dangerous, trust me. My left hand now has four stitches. Not having a left hand sucks. The worst part is, I've had box cutter safety training. Yay for feeling stupid.

I am dead... fear me. Or not...

What is is about being at home that makes me not want to do anything all day? At school, other people's houses, hotels, I'm fine. I get up and do stuff. Home? I just kind of laze around like a gelatinous pile of goo. Not mission goo, the jell-o kind. I only finished unpacking from SVA so I could re-pack for UNC! Filthy @#$%&!!!

Reading American comics is weird. They have ads and crap in them, they want you to send away for all manner of things. Especially the one's from the 80's! Grant it, I've only read a couple issues of ANY American comics, but still... I like my graphic novels. No "EAT DORITOS" pages messing up my story. Who drew those ads in the 80's anyway? They were horrible!

I baked a cake today. Must go eat it now....


I should finish drawing something....

Going to an actual college is weird...

They pounded on my door, woke me up, and traded the porn-tube for a t-shirt box. Where did I put that box? I'm shivering. Fucking 2:22 in the morning...