Ow, my head.

Okay so, since I’m sick when I draw it’s like a car wreck, I draw like 16 different things on one paper. I made a Code Lyoko comic and then drew Matanage people all over it then I drew the couch eating me off in the corner with Sasuke on fire so I’m not putting that on. Ahork. <<

My sister is angry all the time, she yells at me, and threatens to kill me a lot too. “Oh if I could just wrap my hands around your neck for one minute.” Or most recently “I really wish I could kill you, nobody would miss you, really, they wouldn’t.” So now, I seriously think that everything is my fault. But screw her I’m not dying yet. >_> Not until I’ve gone to college, became a Graphic Novelist and retired to be a Cat Lady.

I hate the aftertaste of Orange Juice; it’s like vomit, I choked on my toothbrush this morning, I have cramps, I’m still sick, and I want a job but I can’t get one. –Complain-

This is more of a complain box than a Journal.

What the crap am I supposed to put in a Journal anyways?

My computer is stupid, it thinks I have to put ‘is’ in place of ‘am in that last sentence.

“Oh I had a wonderful day yesterday, my daddy bought OJ and one of my cats learned how to talk.”

I freakin hate that Respect song they use on almost every commercial.

I also hate when I’m going on walks and people in their cars have this unfathomable desire to watch me with the chance of getting in a car wreck.

“Look honey, some weird girl is walking behind the white line, that’s strange lets watch her until we round the corner!”

“Hey D-bag, go watch TV.”

-rant-

I saw Lucas a few days ago; it was awesome. Because he’s cool.

That’s about the last happy experience I’ve had lately.

My sister is on the computer from 2:00 in the afternoon to 6:00 in the morning. No joke. And she tells me I spend too much time on it. What the hell. I wake up at 9:30 and stay on until about 12:00 and then I go on a walk, come back and she’s on. _ Surprise.

Well you know what? I’m going to go on a walk at 10:30, come back and she won’t be on, I’ll get on and when she gets up I’ll be like: ‘Oh wut now?’