COWS SAY MOO LIKE MÜ

The emotocon for my tubby cat (and all tubby cats, for that matter) is Σ:3)):
 That is standard form for a tubby cat with more than average tub. Average tub would be only one ")", and sometimes can even be omitted. Exceptional tub would include ")))", when one wishes to express the utmost tubbiness. I will put the previous words in google translate for both greek and italian, then translate it back into english. LET'S SEE HOW THIS THING WORKS.

Instructions for Italian style tubby cats:
The emotocon for my tabby cat (and all cats Tubby, for that matter) is Σ: 3)):
mThat is the standard form for a tabby cat with more than average bath. Media tub would just be a ")", and sometimes may even be omitted. Exceptional tank should include ")))" when you want to express the maximum tubbiness. I will put the previous words in google translate to greek and Italian, then translated back into English. Let's see how this thing works.

Instructions for Greek style tubby cats:
The emotocon plump for my cat (and all tubby cats, for that matter) is A: 3))
This is the standard form for a tubby cat with more than the average bathtub. Average bath will be only one ")", and may sometimes even be omitted. Excellent shower should include ")))" when one wishes to express the absolute tubbiness. I'll put my previous words in google translate for Greek and Italian, translate then back to English. Let's see how this thing works

Instructions for english to greek to english to swahili to english to yiddish to arabic to ukranian to english yet again-

Meat Emotokon her cat (tabby and in general for that matter) are: 3))

It is a kind of natural striped cat for more than your average bathroom. The average bath only ")" one, and sometimes even reverse. Included are the best showers ")))" If someone wants to explain tubbiness completely. I have my words in his translation of Google, Greek, Italian, and then return to the original English. Let's see how it works .........

Exceptional, isn't it? I don't know what language added the ........., I think it was swahili, but I could be wrong. Yiddish messed it up some, and it went down hill even more from there. Now, for the finale, I will translate that to latin, and back.

Latin instructions:

Emotokon eam cattus cibum (Tabby quod materia et in genere) sunt: III))

Est quodam naturali felis quam si alba ipsum dolor sit amet. In mediocris balneum tantum «) 'quis, interdum etiam indulsit. Includitur optima sunt stillæ "))):" Si quis vult explicare tubbiness omnino. Lorem mihi verba in versione Graeca, Italica, et revertetur ad priorem felis. Lets 'animadverto quam is officina ......... 

I can actually understand a lot of that, except from what I've learned it would be Itallia, not Italica. THEY GOT IT WRONG. 

Final english version:

Emotokon her cat food (Tabby that matter and in general) are as follows: 3))

There is a certain natural than if a white cat in residential motherboards. The average bath, a mere ")'s what the, at times even reverse. Included are the best drops "))):" If any man will tubbiness to explain at all. Welcome to my version of the words in the Greek, the Italian, and the return to the former song. Let's see how it works .........

That was the best. Google Translate knows nothing of the ways of Latin.

What did I name this today?

I keep on getting this ad with this extremely fat guy on it saying to never eat the one food that kills. I'm going with red meat, but I doubt it's that logical.
It's not the architects of the propane, so I'm guessing that it must be my glove...
I've been listening to station to station, but after it going around in my head a few times, the words seem to get scrambled XD
GO AND GET WASHED BY THE BLUE CHICKEN OF THE FEFKS GALLERY GALAXY. GALAGALAGALAGALAGALAWOOHOO.
I honestly don't know why I'm so tired... I should write some starman.

I will now use gender neutral pronouns.

This issue first arose for me when I decided that my race of Martians wouldn't have gender specific pronouns. Their culture was very different than ours, and it seemed like a good idea. Why have pronouns be specific to gender, of all things? If gender roles are equal- There is no need. If you need to distinguish, why not do it from children to adults? I don't know. You don't need specific pronouns.
That's why I won't use them. I'm still not sure if I'm going to use the common Zie Hir, the Ne Nem Ner (not common, but sounds better), or Ey Em Eir, etc. That one would probably easiest to understand for people who haddn't heard of it. Well, for now, I'll try out Ne, Nem, Ner, Nir, Nirs, Nemself. I like that one. I'd like to be reffered to as that, so I'll give it a go.
In literature, though, I'll stick to traditional means.
YAY. I just had some tapioca pudding. Pudding is good.
I also got some doughnuts, but I'm not eating it yet. YEAH.
I need to give this some content. Fill it up.
Like orange juice
THIS IS THE BEST PICTURE I HAVE EVER SEEN ON THE INTERNET:

LOOK AT THIS TUBBY KITTIEPIES. SO TUBBY. I CANNOT STOP LOOKING AT IT- THE BEST HOVERCAT EVER. CHUBBICAT.

Okay, that cat is too distracting. THAT IS ALL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5338 DAYS OLD!!! =D

I lost a finger.

Well, I lost a finger, and forgot two Bowies. I'll add them. It makes no sence, to you at least. I'm assuming. I've got something to show you:

FIRST GRADE STYLE SPELLING ATTEMPT XD

Well, last night I had a couple dreams. I cannot recall them. Only slightly- Oh yes, I had to go back to school every week to take finals, and would get out very late. That's about it. I'm drawing all the Bowies, though.

1Current Bowie -

2Ziggy -

3Jereth -

4Diamond dogs -

5The man who fell to earth

6Aladin sane

7The man who sold the world

8Perriot

9Thin white duke -

Those were my notes. Yes. But I was missing Major Tom and Halloween Jack. ELEVEN BOWIES.

I think I'll start watching the third doctor. YEAH.

I have a feeling in my side.

I had a dream last night about planting seeds, they would be done by the summer. Once I planted a banana seed, and by the end of the summer, it was the best banana I had ever tasted. EVER. THE BEST TASTE EVER. And they could only be grown in the summer. So, I wanted to do it again. I also searched a giant thrift store for a single type of thread. It was hard. Then I got into a car. The driver wasn't too good. But the planting of the seeds went well. I never got to eat them, though. I wish fruit could be planted and grown like radishes, and didn't need a slow growing tree XD
I need to sleep.

And now for something ENTIRELY DIFFERENT...

yeah. I've got more done XD It'll take me a few more days, then I'll get to painting and sanding, but not quite in that order. I don't have much to say, then. PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, And I am now 5335 days old. I had a nice dream last night, though all I could remember was a television add for a vacation/tennis racket.

HAPPY FUN TIME.

I GOT MY DOLL ART FIGURE HAIR IN THE MAIL TODAY! It came from Dollyhair.com (I feel so manly XD), Very nice quality and at a great price, I must say. I would of payed four times as much- Well, actually, I probably wouldn't at first, but seing the product in person makes me very happy. I would pay for another, if I had another head to root, at any price, under $12. But it only cost me about five bucks, without shipping. Shipping wasn't that much. But anyways, BEUTIFUL COLOR, going to suit Donatello quite nicely. It dosn't quite now, he still has a huge bald spot and the hair is sticking out in all directions. It took me about two hours, and I'd say I've got about an eigth of the head done.
HERE'S MY PROGRESS:

 16:28 (My face is looking like Jareth in that one XD YOU REMIND ME OF THE BABE.)

18:52

20:14

20:38

And here he is, looking much less rediculous with his hair pulled back. Okay, maybe it took about 3 hours (I stopped to eat somewhere in there), but it wasn't too bad. Relaxing. Not tedious, gives me an excuse to watch Sgt. Frog. I like that in a project. It's pretty random after you get the hairline down, so there's no sweat of messing it up. I've also baked the hands, so they're hard. (The hands were another story, VERY nerve racking when raw XD)

You know what, I think I'll write about him now. I forget he's a chararacter with a story I made up, sometimes. He's such a pretty thing. In my opinion. It's probably a very unique opinion XD But he's quite pretty. A petty, stupid, pretty thing. And quite lovable.

Here is a part of what I just wrote. Only a part of it, I wrote 821 words in less than an hour. Pretty good. The whole thing has 8121 words, so far. 21 word processor pages, would be about 35 in a paperback- I might need to split up the three chapters XD

“How did it go?” Darell sat next to me, smiling.

“To be honest... It was a drag.” I yawned, and  she laughed.

“Why, was there a problem?”

“Many things. Though I’m probably making a big deal out of nothing.” I smirked, and she sighed.

“Yeah... Well, the guy measuring the fat and muscle percentages said I was overweight, looking at my BMI. Didn’t know I was a woman.” She laughed, “I hope he scratched that out after I set him straight.”

“Well, at least you don’t have the muscle to fat to height ratio of a 260 pounder.”

“Really?” She raised her eyebrows. “Well, you’re all kinds of unusual, arn’t you?”

“Yeah. Luckilly for me, I’ve got half a mind to ignore that. But I’ve got about five other halves of the average brain, so it’s a problem.”
“You’re head isn’t that big. I’d say two brains, at the most.”

“Why, thanks.” I laughed. “It’s the hair- really.”

“Really?”

“You say that a lot, don’t you.”

“Really?” She laughed. “That was entirely unintentional.”

“Really?”

“Really.” She folded her arms. “Now, what are they having us do next?”

“We’re going to try some freeze dried space food in the cafeteria.”

“Oh, Lovely.”

“That’s all we’ll have for eight months. Freeze dried casseroles, with some freeze dried icecream for desert. Or something like that. I just hope they’ll make it vegetarian.” I uncontiously twirled my hair around my fingers as I talked.

“You too?”

“Yeah- And Quinn, and Hari- and maybe even more of us- Funny how that works out, isn’t it?”

“Well, they do say great minds think alike. “

“Who is the ‘they’?” I cocked my head, confused.

“Well, then again, maybe it’s just a coincidence.” She laughed, nudging me in the arm with her elbow. “See you at the caffeteria.” For some reason, I felt confortable with that physical contact, something I’d usually be taken aback from in a professional setting, especially back where I was from. But somewhere in my head, I thought we were hitting it off.

I don't want to eat cake ever again.

Today is the 23rd. I remember 23, as a number. I like that number. Not nearly as much as 9, though. I feel like doing math homework, something I usually dread. There is no expression, no feeling in it. You can get lost in it, like a deep jungle. That and pointless words.
For once, I don't really want to write my own words.
My own words are inadequate. My own words wern't a #1 New York Times Best Selling Novel.
I had a dream about George Harrison last night. That, and David Bowie's famous Ziggy pumps. Or something around that.
I feel like dunking my head in a barrel of liquified tree stumps. Crashing into the new age. Painfully, singing, It's a drive in Saturday...
She'd sigh like Twig the wonderkid, and turn her face away.
I want to grow up now. Just right now. There is no color here. There was an hour ago.
I don't like cake any more. It seems bitter on the back of my tounge.
I want to watch a Monty Python sketch.

OKAY, FORGET WHAT THAT WAS ABOUT- Those things tend to happen XD I find random writing in different places. TWIG THE WONDER KID.
Well, speaking of a Monty Python sketch, which I watched a few hours ago, this is the best face I've seen all day

She buried her cat ahead of time, because it wasn't doing well. Wouldn't want to come home from vacation to a dead cat, would you?


Okay. It's been some time. I am nearly done with Donatello's hands, and am done with his shoes. (Besides the sanding, painting, laces, and other things I may have to do)
I broke a hole in one of the heels, though XD
It'll be good once I sand it.
WELL, THAT IS ALL. PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE. GOOD NIGHT. HAVE A NICE TIME SLEEPING, AND WHATEVER ELSE YOU MAY DO AFTER DUSK AND BEFORE DAWN.

I think I will eat cake again, I don't remember why I didn't want to, so there you go. LET THEM EAT CAKE.

...You remind me of the babe.

I randomly clicked on the life on mars video- And it's its birthday (it's its XD)- 40 years of the life on mars single. He seems so old now XD
Well, anyways, I needed a new DeviantID. I got one.

YEAH. Modeled after Spongebob's famous imagination. It looks much better when on a light webpage.
I have a nose.
I've got my stuff in the mirror today. My stuff for my Sgt. Pepper suit. YAY. Well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, I AM NOW 5332 DAYS OLD!!! =D

I crashed my bike into my bike today, requires no skill but sheer unluck... Got a bruise here, and here, and here... It is no easy feat.

OH YEAH.

I don't know what to say, but it dosn't matter, does it?
I did stuff today.
And I have a fat cat. And no words for you.

Well, I drew this quite some time ago, but did nothing with it. Here it is.

I SLEPT 21 HOURS LAST NIGHT =D And now my brain finally feels almost normal... TIME TO SLEEP AGAIN.

I got up, ate stuff, did nothing, then wrote 8 pages of something, and I'm going to sleep again. Fun times.
Instead of copying and pasting eight pages of writing that may not be, but most likely is, crap- I'll give you random snippets of it. Maybe you could figure out the plot- MAYBE. PROBABLY NOT. LET IT BEGIN.

He had saved my life, and told me himself that I could repay him with company. I just wasn’t sure what company he had in mind.

He might of skipped town by now, found another job, taking his skills elsewhere, frightened off by a wide eyed boy enchanted with his mustache. It did sound hillarious, but felt more like getting hit by a train. Except I’d have died by now.

“Maybe I’m just hungry.” I reached for the door. Some idiot was riding a bicycle, a very obnoxious, squeaky bicycle.

He laughed, but then cried out in alarm as the tree he was leaning against fell over- it was in a pot. “City folk and their trees. Why, I oughta a-”

“I’m more surprised that you were out here waiting. Usually people end up thinking I’m odd, or crazy, or a something else.” He got up, “Don’t feel obligated to meet me as some sort of favor- But I would like a glass of water.” He wiped the sweat off his brow, sitting on the bench this time. “I must look a mess!” He laughed, head in hand.

First he saves my life, then he takes me out to a five star diner, and I make him ride his bicycle all the way over. Least I can do is get him some water.

I had never seen a man drink half a gallon of liquid without stopping to breathe before, but he did it.

The sunlight seemed to fill his face, catching it in his thick eyelashes and dark mustache.

“Drive- Drive as fast as they’ll let you.” He sat back again, as I floored it. He squealed, clutching  the door, then laughed almost maniacly. I had successfully thrilled the man. “Careful- Careful!” There were people on the sidewalks, quite frightened, but I decided to give Renzo a bit of mercy and slow down before he fell out the door.

“That, and I’d pay anything for another bottle of the wine from a last night.” He stretched, sitting upright again. “Her cannoli was still sub-par.”

“I thought it was good.” I shrugged, parking my car on the ferry.

“Good heavens- You must be a cannoli virgin! Sub-par at a best.” I’d never been called a cannoli virgin before, so I had no reply. He was a bit odd, I had to say.

“And you’d like to think you could change that?”

“Certainly. You doubt my cannolis?” He pretended to glare at me disaprovingly, and I cracked up. “Just trying to make you a laugh.” He tilted his head, with a smile.

“Can’t see from my window- There’s a rather chunky woman in the way.” I made a choking noice, cracking up. He looked at me a bit confused, still serious.

John... Ehhh...” He looked up at the celing, squinting, as if he could almost spot his words up there. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Ehhh... Remember the boat ride last night?”

“Yeah?” I leaned in. I thought he was nervous, but if I was wrong, I could be the nervous one.

“Well...” He cleared his throat. “Do you think my trousers are alright?”

What?

“Uh- Why?” He blushed, looking about like he wanted to crawl in a dark space, never to be seen again.

“No- I mean, it was kind of cold last night, and these are so short- Do they look funny?” He pulled at the fabric, and I shook my head.

“Nice weather.”

“Cut that out.” I rolled my eyes.

“Scusi?” He sat up, hands on his knees.

“That. The weather. I know the weather’s nice. You said we should be past small talk.”

“You want a different talk?” He looked a bit confused. I’ll give him something to say. I put my foot on the gas pedal, as hard as I could. He screamed in surprise, gripping the seat. I drove up the side of the hill, then down, spun around the car and somehow managed to stop it back where I started. He sat there, frozen, panting. He slowly turned to me, eyes wide.

“That was wonderful...” He whispered, cocking his head again, looking at me as if I were some sort of Michelangelo, who had just sculpted David. He laughed all of a sudden, clapping his hands.

“Bravo! Again! Again!”

We were going straight down- there was a river at the bottom- it could of been really deep- or had rocks in it- But I didn’t want him to know that I was scared. That wasn’t going to happen. I laughed instead of screaming my socks off, and we kept on going down, top speed. The long grass whicked past us, and there was no stopping. I kind of wanted to stop now. I really wanted to stop, and I couldn’t. Renzo’s screaming seemed contageous, and he still haddn’t a place to put his hands. There wern’t seatbelts back then, the car was still struggling to gain popularity against the horse drawn carridge. I looked at him, and he grabbed at my waist as we were suspended in the air. We were falling. He was taking me away from the wheel, but couldn’t stop. His hands grabbed at my arms, my chest, trying to find some stable place. Finally we slammed down, and his screaming stopped with a sudden and sickening squeak. My vision turned black for a moment, hearing a splash.

“John, back there I may of thought I was dying, but it was quite the opposite. John, I’ve never felt so alive- That was... Sensational! Do it again!” He was absolutely mad.

MEH-SHMEH

My head is so confused. I stayed up till three, woke up at nine, then accidentally fell asleep at six and now it's ten. I don't know what to do XD IS IT DAYTIME OR NIGHT TIME? I feel like I should eat something. I better get up for a while, but I feel so dizzy... I need food. I'll get up.
I went up, and ate youghurt. I ccan't see what I'm typing, because I also took my contacts out. YAY. NOW I WILL SLEEP. HOPEFULLLY. GOODNIGHT PEOPLE.

PAULTASTIC

It's Paul McCartney's birthday! I meant to draw something! But I forgot! XD

He's 71 today, but in the picture I'd say about 22. HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAUL! I'll have to finish my Shea Stadium drawing soon. Well, it's late, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5329 DAYS OLD =D

What is your favorite finger, and what color is it? What color is it now? Has it changed in the time you've read these questions, because if it did, I'd be worried.

Well, today I mostly finished Donatello's shoes, and started his hand. I havn't been successful on that XD and with sleeping 13 hours a day, the days seem to be shorter. YES. ROUGHLY FOUR HOURS SHORTER, TO BE EXACT. AND LOVING IT.
I had a dream last night about this rock band from the early 70s, and they all had hair nearly down to their feet, except for the drummer, who sadly met with a tragic accident in the early 80s, causing them to break up. They were a lot like Led Zeppelin, except different.
I look at pictures of fat cats when I'm bored.
Confession of the day XD
Well. THAT IS ALL.
HAVE FUN WITH YOUR CUCUMBERS AND WHATEVER YOU KEEP IN YOUR REFRIGERATOR. Like cheese. Cheese requires refrigeration. MOST OF THE TIME...

My cheese hasn't been dwelling atop my cracker for some time now.

MEOW
You're a good man,
But not as good as you could be.
You've got some talent,
But not as much as there should be.
Give me a call,
With a push and a twist,
Crash the wall,
But never clench your fist...

You've got something there,
something in your eyes,
But look around, surprise surprise,
There's something- Something you have missed
But never, you never clench your fist.

With a flick of the wrist.

I'M TIRED. XD TIRED TIRED TIRED XD XD XD

I just learned that scientifically, music is actually addictive. That explains a lot, including my classic rock withdrawals XD MIND BLOWN.

I've gotten farther on Donatello. He has ears, even earrings. And he has a boot. OH YEAH.

 Notice my awkward faces. Wasn't sure where to look when taking a picture of something XD My hair is still poofy from the ferry ride yesterday. OH YEAH. I should get to sleep though...

Kenny was a nice kid. It was my fault he ended up this way. I couldn't tell my Auntie though, It always came out as a studdering wail. I wanted to tell them. I grabbed Kelly's arm, and she shrieked with fear. I started to cry, and I tried to talk like them. It didn't work, and Auntie spanked me again.
 Twelve years old, and all I could do was babble on like some sort of animal. But I couldn't even walk like one.
It wasn't Jerry's fault that I was hurt. Idiocy resides in the young and capable. Retarded is the title they give to the lame. At least they did when I was a kid.
I missed my mother.
Most of me hoped that she didn't mean to take to many, but part of me really knew what cousin Walter said was true. Walter was a frightening man. I wish I could say, What did he know?, but he knew more than a boy who couldn't go to school.
It was about 6 in the morning. I was bored and couldn't sleep, kept awake by nightmares. I wasn't aloud to scream, so I forced myself up and proceded to line up my model planes in rows, organising my pencils by color, stacking all the bottlecaps I kept in a little box below my bed. I had some coins too, I'd stack them and count them, seeing how many more I'd need to buy a train ticket, one to go away, to find the father I'd always dreamed of meeting. I didn't even know what he looked like, and I needed at least twenty times as many coins to get anywhere. This, along with dreaming, and drawing despratly to find some form of communication with the family that had took me in for the words in my mother's will, was how I spent the times, trying to keep myself happy. Because happy was all I could do. The only way to excape from sadness. I couldn't get out of bed, Auntie had folded up my wheelchair and put it in the corner. If she didn't do that, I might of been able to get out by myself. What could I do? I couldn't stop a seven year old from expirimenting with different meathods of tourture on me. I tried not to mind. I kept on drawing, I tried to remember what the neibors cat looked like. I liked cats. They were interesting, and quiet. When they did speak, it could be ugly. I liked the neibors cat.
"Get out of bed, it's breakfast, and your grandmother is expecting us in a little while. Get up!" I wasn't done stacking my quarters. I shook my head. I needed to count them all, just thirty-two seconds more. I tried to tell her that, just thirty two seconds. It came out the same as my asking for spinach instead of arugula, and my wanting to face the window. She saw it as disobediance, the same disobediance you'd get from a sleepless two year old. But I wasn't a two year old, and was treated differently. More severely.
"Just get out- Cousin Walter is going to have to watch you again, while we go out. And we can't take you with us of coarse, so that is that. You better behave, boy." I wished I could tell her not to leave me with that man. I groaned in protest as she dragged me off the bed, my quarters spilling everywhere, a couple silver dollars disapearing in the crack behind the furnature. I wouldn't get them back until they decided to move the bed around. I couldn't tell them to do it. It didn't matter- I was going to be put with Cousin Walter again. He scared me. I didn't know how to tell them, but all they found were funny stains on the livingroom carpet. Could of been anything.
She sat me down roughly, as I colapsed in my wheelchair. It would creak once in a while, which would always bug me. I hated odd numbers of creaks, and would bounce around despratly to hear another one, to satisfy my ears. She smacked me.
"None of that, boy, when you're grandmother is here. Hush." I glared at her, which she just ignored. When I was mad, I used to scream and thrash my arms about, but they never took that seriously. She would hit me, too. Said it scared the neihbors.
I wished I could run away, but my legs didn't work. I might of thought for a moment that I'd want my legs to work more than anything, but I'd be lying. I wanted to talk. I wanted to talk to them, let them understand me, show them I wasn't stupid. I was smart. I wanted to go to school, learn to read and write. They didn't let kids like me go to school, unless their family had money. My grandmother had money, but none of us. My mind went back to when my coins rolled off the bed. I watched them roll, over and over again. I couldn't really get them back. Someday I might, though. I could hope.
"Go and comb your hair back- no time for a bath. Then get dressed" I brushed my hair quickly, got on some new clothes, then got out to the table. Kenny was laughing, him and Kelly. Their laughter started to trail off when they saw me.
"Eggs are ready." Uncle Frank said, giving each of us our share of scrambled eggs. I didn't really like scrambled eggs, but I ate them. They all liked them, so why shouldn't I? I reached for the pepper, and Kenny grabbed it. He set it on the other side of him, and I reached for it again. I kept on reaching, and he pushed it away a bit, seeing how far my arm could reach. He saw it as some sort of game, thought it was funny. He didn't see my face, didn't see how I wanted the pepper. He just saw an arm reach further and further, unable to use legs to walk around and grab it. A normal person would of let it go, but I had to get six shakes of pepper on my eggs, or else I would feel sick afterwards. Once I only got four, and we ran out. I vomited all over the coffee table. I had to clean it up.
Finally, the pepper was past my fingertips. I mumbled something, trying to tell him that I gave up and wanted the pepper, but I never could form the words. He didn't listen, just laughed at the funny noises his cousin was making.
"Say the magic word..." He taunted, repeating a phrase he had heard from his mother and other motherly figures in his life. It wasn't supposed to be meant for this purpose.
I tried to say "the magic word", comming out like "Pw-wemagah!" I shouted louder than I meant to.
"Hush- Eat your eggs." Auntie gave me a stern look. I looked at the eggs, a sickly pale yellow, missing the specks of pepper. I needed the pepper. I tried asking for it, pointing it, and I started to bang on the table. I was hungry.
Jerry rolled his eyes, he really didn't want to be here. "Just give him the pepper, make him shut up."
I shook the pepper gingerly, six shakes exactly, and proceeded to eat my meal.

Listening to Tommy.

 DONATELLO'S HEAD IS ALMOST DONE. Freaky looking thing, isn't he? (Well, us both XD) But he'll look prettier with hair. And paint on his face. But I meant for him to be strange. And, in the background  you can see my Spongebob calendar  circa 2010. It's been taped there, same page since September 2011 XD Just another ear... And I'll have to fix the one he has... Then I'll do his hands and his boots, then wait for his hair to come in the mail. Then I'll root the hair in, bake 'im, and then put some stuffing around him, SOME HOW XD
Extra, extra, read all about it- The pinball wizard and the miracle cure!
I love this album. I just got it, and I love it. I love it so much. It's one of those albums... The story... One of those things you can some how relate to-
HOLY ROCKY STRATOCASTER A GIANT FLY LANDED ON ME. I've never seen one that big. GROOVY. It looks a bit lost in my room. Like Chubber earlier. She tried eating my Led Zeppelin tablature. And speaking of tabs, there are too many tabs on my browser.
Too many tutorials.
All my research.
Research for things I aspire to do,
All for something.
Someday.
Will they be compleated?
I try not to mind, either way.

I HAVE A FAT CAT AND ITS EARS ARE MOVING. Just letting you know.

 Started Donatello's head. This is the fastest long term project I've ever attempted XD But there's always more to it. I forgot I'd have to paint him... And I'm kind of ignoring the fact that I'll have to make his clothes XD He's going good, his face is the right shape, just his features like his eyes, nose, and mouth really need work. YAY. Well, THAT IS ALL. PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5324 DAYS OLD!!! =D

And here's my tubby kitteh.

MEGAMULLET

Here's my plans for donatello. The colors got messed up, though. His hair is orange, and his clothes are mainly red, blue, and a cream color. COOLSAUCE. He's going to be a pretty doll ART FIGURE =D (I'm far too butch for a doll XD)
I'm pretty much finished with the armature... Soon I'll be doing the clay once I get it. I don't know how I'll do his clothes though... He's going to be just under 12". 1:6 scale. I had a dream last night where someone kept on quoting shakespeare and another couldn't pronounce Renoir. There was more to this dream, I assure you. I just can't recall it. OH YES, AND TODAY HAS LIBERATED ME. I HAVE NO MORE LEARNING FROM THE GOVERNMENT'S PUBLIC SCHOOL SYSTEM FOR THREE MONTHS. That is a cause of happiness. I also preordered The Fifth Beatle graphic novel. It will be groovy. WELL, THAT IS ALL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5322 DAYS OLD!!! =D

COCONUT JELLYBEANS.

As the road jumped once, I heard the cars laughing. I could tell- they were laughing at me. I felt scared, and all of a sudden I was very small... The red and white clad children passed through the halls as someone seemed to whisper in my ear. I turned, and it was just a shadow of the trees, and a glimpse of nothing. Still, the vision shook. Everything should be wonderful, hair gently blowing in the breeze. But I was far too small.

I opened this, and that's what was typed there. Don't ask me XD It's not dreadfully boring, so I'll keep it there. UGH I'VE GOT HAND CRAMPS. I made an armature. My sculpture (I'm calling it that- doll sounded too weird. But essentially, an art doll.) will be posable, with clay for the hands, feet (boots), neck and head. Then I might get some hair. I don't know XD THUMB CRAMPS. TRYING TO FIX THE ARMATURE. SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH THE LOLLIPOP STICKS I'M USING.

OH YES, And tomorrow is the last day of school. Do you know what that means? HAPPY FUN TIME. Then I can burn all my ex-homework. OH YEAH. PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5321 DAYS OLD!!! =D

The beginnings of my 70s Martian. YEAH.

OH YEAH- I ALMOST FORGOT. I HAD A DREAM LAST NIGHT, About space llamas. You see, it was with my Martian Donatello, returning to his civilization, except when he came back everything was so earth like. So he excaped to the country side, watching these creatures. On one side of a brick wall in the middle of a field there were a bunch of carnivourous sheep- they looked like our sheep, except smaller, and they were vicious creatures. On the other side, there were these small, cat sized Llamas who would eat the grasses (which is inacurate, since the groundcover is primarily moss in my martian world) and would get shaved for their wooly fur. There were also cylindrical pigs, who wore eye makeup. But that's all I remember XD

PLEEEEEEEEEEP. The Rise and Fall of Donatello and the Humans From Earth.

When I grow up, I'm considering getting a big van, making it solar powered, painting it psychedellic colors and the licence plate will say "RUFAT?", for no reason at all. It gets a reaction, I'm sure. Also, when I grow up just a few milimeters (that would mean in the next month or so), I am considering making a doll. Not a really hard to make doll, just a doll. More like an action figure, of my wonderful yet misguided martian Donatello.
I WROTE SOMETHING FOR SCHOOLS. DONE WITH ALL MY HOMEWORK FOR THE YEAR. OH YEAH. FEELING GOOD. It's kind of odd, but there it is. The formatting got messed up a bit XD

BUNBUROPHELIA  

My name is... Not important. It’s not important for the storyline right now. But it might be later. What was, was my thought process. For once I was feeling pretty pleased with myself. “Ah... Yes, yes I think I’ll do it.” I strolled around, talking to my cat. “It’s a fine idea, isn’t it?” I looked in the mirror, a new wig on my head. A new wig, for a new day.

“Briliant. I think I’ll go out today.” I grabbed a scarf, then my new trench coat, and pulled on my boots. One by one. I looked in the mirror again. I felt like a shapeshifter, assisted the belife that with a little liquid latex and some stage makeup, anything was possible. This was the start of a new age, could be an age of wonder. If it wasn’t careful, it could turn sour, or rot out too soon. Now I just had to be careful about leaving my house. I heard my footsteps as I walked across the floor. To the door and- The harsh tone of the telephone rang in my ears.

“Who is it?” I said in a neutral voice, not sure of who to be at the moment. If this is who I think it is, I should be Tom. No, Lawrence. No...

“Bill. Bill, is that you?” Good. Glad I wasn’t supposed to be Nancy. I would of messed up the voice for that. “Yes... Yes, it’s Bill. And this is...” I dug my nails into the phone, putting a hat on my head with the other hand.

“It’s grant. You were supposed to meet with us about your community service. You agreed to it on the papers, and without the hours put in now, you’ll have to give up your licence.” I was bored of being Bill anyways. He should of picked that up by now. I hadn't been Bill in four weeks. “When are you available, today would be best.”

“Nah... I’ve got an... appointment today. Can’t make it. Perhaps... Next week?” Or however long it could take to move out of this apartment and get a new number.

“Okay. I’ll call you in a few days. It better be settled by next week.” He hung up. I set the phone back down with a clink and a sigh. Oh well, time to go out. Today was different. I wasn’t just starting someone new, I was going back to a familiar persona. Vincent Castello. I had been him before, when I was hardly more than a kid. I got my first job as Vincent. Oh, how the times change... This time I had a mustache. An older, improved, more refined Vincent. And Vincent had to pretend he had money in his wallet to make it work.

I had already done a few pieces as Vincent, sent photographs of my paintings, and now I was going into a gallery, showing them off, seeing if they’d like my work. It was going good. And if things went bad, well, I always had Tom’s writing career, or even David’s catering buisness. But with all the backup, you could still wind up the loser, alone on a one way street in the end. I tried to shake that notion from my head. I was happy. I was happy and I was proud. I was Vincent Castello. That was who I was. I walked out of the appartment, and down the sidewalk. It was early in the day, a bit cold out, the crystals of ice from the night slowly melting from the moss on the ground. I watched my breath in front of me, like a cloud of smoke in the cool winter air.

“Good, so far.”

I watched the shops open up, sitting at a bench. A few children walking to school, blissfully unaware of what could become of them in a few years, just a few miles off in the city. There would be no running around then, no skipping, no playing. People told you not to mess around. You had to be real. You had to be someone. Not anyone. But as far as they knew, I never did anything out of the blue. I walked on a bit more, the birds had started comming out, singing with their high voices, rhythms you wouldn’t hear if you were rushing about. I just strolled on, feeling the crowds pass by. Rush hour had passed, soon enough. I looked through the shop windows, waiting. I wasn’t quite sure what I was waiting for, but there was something romantic about the idea. Well, what they were doing, warm, inside a bakery, laughing. There were people in there. I was alone and cold. That could change, though. I just had to move on. Yet, I sat there. I wasn’t quite sure why. I watched a couple people walk out. A mother and her boy. Something familiar about the picture, I wasn’t quite sure why. After a while they disapeared from the sidewalks, their thick coats shielding them from the chilling wind had drifted from view. I watched the boy in the bakery. He was putting bread in the oven, brushing off his hands. I knew him once, as Roy. He might remember Roy, but Roy had been gone for three years. He was probably married now, to who knows who.

At least I had my cat Tubbs for company.

I wandered around a bit more, eventually sitting back down at the bench. I stayed there, not sure why. I was a bit hungry, but not hungry enough.

“Mind if we sit down?” I scooted over, not looking up. It was the mother and her boy from before.

“Uncle Skipp!” I heard a young voice say, it was the voice of the child. Did he mean me? I tensed.

“That’s not your Uncle.” The woman said in a hushed tone, embarrassed.

“Mum, it’s uncle skipp!” The child whispered, assuming I couldn’t here him. I pretended not to hear it all. Maybe I could pass for deaf.

“Jimmy, that’s not-” I heard the woman gasp. I remember that gasp.

“Pierrot?” She leaned over, trying to see my face. I slowly got up. Maybe I could run for it. “Pierrot, is that you?” I had to agnowlage her, somehow.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who you’re tallking about-” My voice quivered a bit, and she grabbed me by the arm.

“Pierrot! I havn’t seen you in four years- It’s you!” I shrunk at her excited words, mind racing at how to get away. “Please, Pierrot, we could sit down, have some coffee- Or tea- I know you love tea. There’s a great place over at-”

“Please, let me alone-”

“Pierrot, it’s okay- Why did you leave? I wont’ tell anyone else I saw you, just let me talk to you.” I sighed at her words, and stepped back.

“I’m sorry, I’ve really got to go. I’m not who I was.”

“I’m not either- I’m someone else now, too. At least for now. What do you call yourself these days?” I sighed, sitting down.

“Vincent. It dosn’t really matter, though.” I shrugged, and she extended her hand.

“Call me Gwynn.”

Spits a flamily in two, puts steeple on beets

I just discovered the wonders of an empty room. Also the wonders of not having any more math homework. I will NEVER have any more Honors Algebra 2 homework. Ever. I feel pretty ecstatic about that. I took a picture of my face when I realised that, so I could capture the triumphant memory in pixels that could very well out last my lifetime. I never noticed how strange my teeth were. MAYBE I DO HAVE HOPE XD
All the good glamrock singers from the 70s had bad teeth, and the best voices. And they made it work. But my face is pretty weird enough as it is. Nobody should want a normal face. Abnormal is fun, if you disregard all the abnormally negative things along the way. And I can hear my keyboard echoing, and it's making me want to poke a fork in the left side of my head. I've never had that urge before, but I really want to take a really sharp fork, and lodge the four metal prongs into the left side of my cranium. Not so it would hurt me, no, don't get me wrong, I just want to do it somehow. Feel it be cold on the side of the head, and push it in a bit. That's what the sound makes me want to do. And I'm getting a neck cramp. That tends to happen. I don't think the neck cramp is related, though, or else I'd probably be running about by now, throwing things and hyperventilating  then in a touch of logic making sure I don't throw the parmesan  making sure the cheese doesn't touch the floor. Scribbling it's name on my hand, trying to find the identity of whatever is there. It's like a different aspect of the brain, I don't know. A persona, but in a darker sense  In the lighter sence, it can be good. I like personas. I want to dress up as a different person and pretend I'm someone else, then come home and be the original. Like playing pretend, I guess, except evolved. BUNBURYING XD I've given myself names before, some don't have names, some do, I guess.
SPEAKING OF PERSONAS... This is the best commercial I have ever seen in my LIFE.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4ntPakNhZM
It makes me want to purchase a set of Bowies, and watch them rome around my house XD
I've probably watched it at least 12 times, repeatedly.
I'm serious XD As serious as I am about whole grain bread and adam's peanut butter.
So dead serious, that I'm breathing, right now. Alive.
YEAH. And I intend to keep on breathing for the next few decades. Maybe even around a century. Who knows? I wouldn't say I intend to, but really, I intend not not to. I don't intend not to, there you go. I do intend to live, thank you very much.
I also intend to get a wider brimmed fedora.
Like this guy.

And this guy, too.


BUT BESIDES THAT,
I just drew this, to show you my face of victory.

OH YEAH. PRODUCT OF BOREDOM. AND LEMON LENNON GLASSES.
It was a quick sketch, but does have good composition to it, now that I look at it. The hand. I like the hand. It's just a shape, interrupting the rest. I like that, I can dig that.

I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING: What do you call a british fat guys who sit and watch television all day?

TELETUBBIES.

Have you noticed the lack of good old fashioned SOCK CATS? My cat friend thinks she's a sock, spends hours in my sock box.

Today I had coffee. Something I tend not to do very often. And I wore a vest again. I looked pretty classy, that and my classic teased metal hair look. Should of worn a tie. That would of been great. That and giant fake sideburns, but WE CAN'T HAVE EVERYTHING.
But I like my plant hair. Plant hair is good. If my hair didn't look like this I'd chop it off, but no. It looks too good for that. Perfect for the 70s rocker style. I think I need to find a way to mess it up nicer, though. I'm talking about my hair again. WHY AM I TALKING ABOUT MY HAIR? But hair is a nice thing. All sorts of it.
ANYWAYS, I've gotten hungry again. That happens a lot. And I'm tired. Up too late... MAN.
I think this all started when I noticed that my id picture on deviant art was so out of date. From the summer after 7th grade. I LOOK SO YOUNG IN THAT PICTURE. It's misleading. I want to take a new one. I need to name my guitar... My guitar needs a nice name... MY SHIRT HAS BEEN BACKWARDS, ALL THIS TIME. That explains a lot. I'm hungry. THIS POST HAS BEEN USELESS, Except to tell you that in my dream last night I had a Bob Dylan plush doll. It was one of those things where you're not sure if you would call it creepy or awesome. And later I was David Bowie, and I did concerts at little kid's birthday parties. The End.

I'll Be One of Those People

Well, today was the last Friday of Oppression school my freshman year. I'm pretty happy about that. Just have to finish my homework, and by my standards, it's all over. In a good way. In a fantastic way. In a sweet, beautiful  happy way that inspires tears of joy if you're emotional enough. I, on the other hand, have only had tears come to my eyes because of allergies and dry contact lenses. As in right now. At least that's what I'm thinking. Got to get new contacts  ANYWAYS, Now I only have finals. I'm a good test taker, always have been since I was a small child. Tests arn't that big of a deal, except for my science one... My science teacher is being a drag. JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO RETIRE DOSN'T MEAN YOU CAN SLACK ON GRADING MY QUIZ XD I don't blame her though. I slacked on taking the quiz in the first place XD
I've been thinking of introducing myself diferently, as an expiriment of some sort.
Like in a theatrical sort of way, except a bit more serious. Almost in a diplomatic sort of way, except more personal. Yet not entirely permanent, either.
I considered names from Tom(my/mas) to Bill to Richard to Nick to Alexzander to something like ALGERNON OR VINCENZO of all things, and think I've settled on Keith Wilde. I kind of like it. I'll try it on for size in my brain for a few days, see if it fits, see if it suits my fantasies and my liking. That, and I'll need to do something with my hair. But that does have nothing to do with the artifical name change XD
Because I want it to look more like this, ALMOST THERE OF COARSE, just need to maybe cut off a couple inches, maybe trim it more in the very front. I'll experiment a bit without trimming it all... MAYBE. Or just grow it out for a few more years and end up like the next picture.

But whatever happens, I'll try all my might to make it not end up like this. I'm sorry, BUT NO XD NOT HAPPENING. But for the first time in a few years, I'm considering cutting it A TINY BIT. It's not as good at the top as I'd like it to be, going flat. I don't usually care about these things, BUT IT'S STARTING TO LOSE IT'S PLANTISH GLOW. Maybe just trim an inch in the front to start.
Okay, just trimmed mine a bit. JUST HAVE TO WAIT TO LET IT DRY. Then I'll see if I need to do more or not. I like hair. Hair is groovy. Everybody should grow big hair if they can. The buzz cut should be illegal. Seriously, think of how much good hair is lost to such a thing XD But do what you must, man. More people should have more hair, though. And Dylan hair. Dylan hair is pretty cool too. Look at Bob Dylan's hair any time in the 60s, and he makes it work. Man, people need more hair like that. That, and there's a lack of good old fashioned mustaches, but whatever. Start small XD ENOUGH OF MY HAIR RANTS. What should I post about? I NEED SOMETHING.
IKRA.

Actually, it's spelled Ikura. Yeah.
EAT NO COWS, OR YOUR FRIENDS, OR YOUR GRANDMOTHERS, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5317 DAYS OOLD!!! =D
I misspelled old.

DOUBLE COMPUTER TIME. Because mine's being a drag.

Today I wore a vest. And my laptop is being about as efficient as a crapidoodle. Yes, I just made that up. But it gets to the point. It's been like this all day... Probably used all my RAM on the drawing I was doing... NOT DOING A 5000 BY 5000 15 LAYER PIXEL DRAWING AGAIN. I'll make it smaller, less layers. It's a drag XD Nearly lost the picture so many times when I was trying to save it... NERVE RACKING. DON'T KNOW IF THAT'S HOW YOU SPELL RACKING, BUT YES. Okay, now I can operate my computer. RESTARTING TIME. Wow, I have access to 3 macs in my household... I'd say I'm pretty well off XD FORCE QUITTING TIME... Who talks about their computers on a blog? SQUARES. Now down to buisness.
I finished my Wilbury drawing. I am quite happified with it. Yet another word I made up just now.
STILL WAITING...
Ah, here we go.
TWO COMPUTERS AT THE SAME TIME.

Yeah, I'm pretty proud of this XD Turned out pretty. It'll be a while until I can look at it as a piece of art, not as something I've been working on. So I can see the whole picture, not just aspects of it. How it originated in my brain, and compare it to that. That's what I like to do. But when you add the background and the fancy other stuff. MAN, IT BECOMES A DRAG, FOR A WHILE. But anyways, IT IS LATE. WELL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5316 DAYS OLD!!! =D
And today has been the last thursday of school. HAPPINESS =D FOUR MORE DAYS =D =D =D

I LIKE PIE AS MUCH AS I HAVE TWO NOSTRILS.

Well, today was a goodish day. I got stuff done. But I need to sleep
Day after day, they tell me I can go
They tell me I can blow
To the far side of town...
So I told them that...
SONG. THAT SOMEONE WROTE. THAT PROBABLY NO ONE HAS HEARD ABOUT EXCEPT THE SELECT THOUSANDS, POSSIBLY AND MOST LIKELY MILLIONS.
THE YEAR OF THE DIAMOND DOGS.
I am so tired, man. And tomorrow is the last Thursday of the school year. That's a happy fact. And I'm almost done with my wilburies.
My second paternal great uncle died of applying a topical solution to the left nostril. Little did he know, but it was meant for ostriches, not for human use.
My computer is happy today. I cleaned out its extra programs and ran disk utility. It is running fast. Happily so. I think I will restart it more regularly, too. YEAH.

Nothing like Roger and Freddie in 1984 XD