Okay, so I'm just sitting here wondering about how strange my life is.
I mean, I just asked my mother to knit me a narwhal while I listen to Wrock and basterdize popular christmas tunes. My life is ... interesting. I'm pretty behind in my art coursework, and I don't feel like anything I'm productive at the moment. I know I don't really need to be the female Einstien or anything like that, but I would quite like to be doing something, y'know?
ha. my mum just went "o mah god yer blogging"
RIGHT. So. Anyway. Enough sentance fragments, my inner OCD is screaming about grammar and such. I want to find a job, ideally one that entails minimal amounts of work with a ridiculously high wage. Unlikely, of course, but a gal can dream. I wish I was 18, so I could get a job in the sex shop in town. If only I was a few months older. Ah well, I can probably get a job as a shop assistant somewhere.
Alright, I'm gonna carry on with stuff. And by stuff, I mean writing dodgy Wrock ballads and doodling dodgy ... things.

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