I hope you do know, just because I like someone's music/think that they're cool doesn't mean I'm attracted to them. The picture below should be self explanatory.

So, last night I had a dream where The Who were at this party, and Keith Moon went insane and started randomly firing a gun aimlessly, laughing like a maniac. It was pretty hilarious. Luckilly, before he could of hit anyone it ran out of bullets, right before it got to Roger Daltrey's face. He just babbled on talking like an 80 year old man. This was set in the 60s. An angered tea maker yelling at Squidward confirmed that. He was talking about some modern art piece he had acquired from the 90s, but it was only the 60s, so his argument was invalid. But The Who were pretty awesome, though they were almost entirely insane XD And then there were these Mod models, I couldn't tell the two appart, androgyny for the win. Like Ziggy. And Twiggy. And any other -iggies. (Including Iggy, but I don't dig him. At all. XD) But Keith Moon the pyromaniac was pretty awesome XD EXCITEMENT. Well, I just did some STUDYING, probably one of the only times I've ever done that for a test. I don't remember the formulas though, and I havn't done the chapter in a few months... Ah, well. Studied them. Got them well.
Whatever it is, it'll be far out. Well, that's it, man. End of this post, until tomorrow, man.

Exceptions...

After eating a blob of wasabi about an inch in diameter or more, I got heartburn in my stomach, instead of my esophagus. Therefore, in my case, my heart is in my food. It dosn't hurt as bad.

Stuff is like that shade of blue, And you realise you really don't want to grow up.
Well, I thought profound thoughts about thirty minuets ago, but it's the kind of thoughts that are for the moment. Maybe could of been captured if I had a laptop. But no. The internet isn't the right medium.
You see, I don't want to grow up
I sure don't wanna grow old
Earn a couple bucks,
Go and lose your soul
I wanna live and laugh in the sunlight
Sing and love in the moonlight
Can't you see see,
Can't you see?
This isn't me, me
I've had enough.
With my out of tune guitar,
Kid you ain't going far.
I want to breath the air
Man this isn't fair
Can't you see?
This ain't me.
I had more. I did. I like it. The only thing I like so far. I feel good. I feel happy. I screamed and cried. And have a reason. I've got a high. In that sense, in the creative sense.. But read this, instead.

It was raining outside, water pouring from the grey sky, like a normal October day. Alice unlocked the door, closed it, and hung her coat up. She wandered to the next room, looking forward to finishing an old book, when she was greeted.
“Hello, Mauraine, how was your day?”
“Fine, why do you want to know?”
“My, just trying to be polite, strike a conversation, what is wrong with that? What’s on your mind, my dear? What causes you to be so... Upset?” He paced around her again, like always, smiling widely, madly.
“You’d think-” She was interrupted by his laughing, hysterical laughter.
“Oh, my. This is quite- Yes. Yes it is.” He turned around, smiling, laughing. She just stood there, in the middle of this strange reaction. “But my dear, how about you?”
“I- I’d like to read this, Thank you.” She sat down, getting into her book.
“And I’d like some tea. Good day, Mauraine.” He disapeared into the other room. This seemed normal- She wasn’t sure what to think of him, but that was normal. Except now- She had no idea how harmless he was, which was getting frightning.
But back to her book.
It had been nearly a month since I had last seen land. I started to wonder if this voyage were really worth all of what it would take. We had already lost two men to the storm, and it was getting-
I can’t read- Not like this. I can’t even focus on the first few words.
Then what should I do?
She heard the clink of porcelain, the pouring of tea.
“Emryss?”
“Yes?” He put his head past the door, leaned too far and stumbled. He straightened up, pretending like it didnt happen.
“Well...” She hesitated. She seemed to have a question to ask, but had no idea how to word it.
“What is it?” He asked, sitting down. He was calm now, leaning into the chair.
“Why do you do that?” She asked, bluntly.
“Do what?” He straightened up, a confused look on his face.
“Do... Well-”
“I’m not entirely sure what you mean, Mauraine. I can’t see in your mind, you know.” They sat there, when she realised she had left the radio on. He noticed it, tapped his finger on his knee.
“Why’d you do it?”
“Do what? Mauraine-” He smiled, shook his head. “Do you know what you mean now?”
“Yes. Why’d you kill it?” She asked, the radio crackling in the distance.
“Oh... Is this what this is all about?”
“Not really... But why did you do it?”
“Because... That’s what I did. I’m mad. I’m crazy, I’m odd. I’m insane, Mauraine, I’m a monster. That’s what I do, did then, and that’s it.”
“You’re not like that... You’re better than that. Why would you just kill a living thing like that- You leave the meat on your plate- I’ve cleaned it, I know.”
“I don’t like beef. I’m not sure what you mean by that, but yes.”
“Or pork. Or chicken. Anyways- Why did you do it?” he tried to think of a responce. “What did you do it for? You wanted me to think something of you- You wanted me to think you were- a monster. That’s what you keep on saying. You know what- I’m not afraid of you.”
“You’re lying, mauraine.”
“No, I’m not. You’re just a little old man-”
“Old?”
“Almost. A little- Well, you’re about twenty years older than me-” she shouted, folding her arms.
“What- No- I’m not that old!” He laughed, “I’m only- Wait...”
“17 Years. You’re older than you think.” she smirked, laughing a bit.
“Older than I look.”
“Hardly.”
“Naw... You’re just-”
“See?” She stood up, pointing at him, finger inches away from his nose. He jumped a bit, scooting back.
“See what? What’s wrong with my face?”
“Nothing- Well, many things I’m sure, But that’s beside the point. You’re not a bad person at all. Just a confused little man. Hardly more than a boy.”
“So first I’m twenty years older than you and now I’m ten years younger.” He tried laughing.
“Why do you do it? Just tell me- Why do I need to be afraid of you?” she looked down at him, hand on the arm of his chair.
“‘Cause everyone else is.” he said softly, hardly more than a whisper.
“What? Emryss...”
“No. Not really. You know what- My tea is over there, getting cold-” He tried getting up, but she pushed him back down. His cane dropped from leaning on the chair.
“Stop avoiding- Whatever this is. You don’t need to-” He bit his lip, looking around, then looked back.
“Leave me alone- Get away from me.”
“Emryss-”
“Don’t call me that.” He pushed her away, grabbed his cane, then got up.
“Well, then whatever you want me to call you- You don’t have to go-” She folded her arms again, flustered, walking towards him.

“Get away from me!” He left, slamming the door to the basement. Alice felt guilty for some reason, the air going dead ever so suddenly. He left his tea cold, the music ironically bright. Like he had said before about the radio’s songs, they all seemed to sound the same on a night like this.

LOVE IS REAL... Along with Pepperjack Cheese.

Well, today I did many things. But what did you do? I learned that things can be like riding a bicycle  Why? Well, there are many things. I've learned that even I, am like a bicycle. HOW? Why would I tell you? I have the right to keep any information I want from you, except my browsing history. But I don't care, because with my browsing history I should get good ads. Not the ads I get now XD I used to get guitar ads and stuffs like that. 

ANYWAYS, I should get going. Like YEAH. OH YES. PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND NOW I AM APPROXIMATELY 5297 DAYS OLD!!! =D

Maybe if you TRIED...

My computer is cold. Very cold.
I like albums with a concept. That is what I will do. And it has to have a climactic ending. Like Ziggy Stardust, it tells a story, but there is a big variation inbetween the sounds of the songs. I like that. I remember I was slightly disapointed with Diamond Dogs, besides that it wasn't that good of an album compared to Ziggy and Aladin Sane, all the good songs were at the begining, and the content kind of died. And it's ending wasn't big enough. That was the problem. And there's the albums WHERE ALL THE SONGS SOUND THE SAME. Sure, they might be good individually, BUT TOGETHER- CAN'T TAKE IT.
Now Sgt. Pepper probably was the first to explore this idea, with the intro, With a Little Help From My Friends, and the reprise, it had a theme. Characters. I think an album should loosely tell a story. But not too much. Not like a musical- the songs could get too similar. Like Quadrophenia. It's good- except I have never actually listened to the album all the way through. It's long and it sounds the same, because it's a musical. But Ziggy- That is great. The idea is fantastic. I love it. I wish there was more. That was the best of Bowie. The concept was awesome. Not even Aladin Sane compares. It wins.
And also, you need a catchy song. With a good, strong backbeat. I love that. You shouldn't over do it, it could take away from it, but I've never heard it overdone. BUT ENOUGH OF MY RANDOM MUSIC RAMBLING. PEACE AND LOVE, MAN. GOODNIGHT. HAVE A NICE TIMES, MAN. Far out... WHAT A DAY, A YEAR, A LIFE IT IS!

Well, I just thought you'd like to know about my left eye.

Well, my drawing is doing good. The shading is SIMPLY DELIGHTFUL, DARLING.

"ASK NOT WHAT YOUR GUNDAM CAN DO FOR YOU, Ask what you can do for your gundam."

Well, here is JOHN AND PAUL, George is done too, Ringo still needs some work, BUT I AM SAVING THAT FOR WHEN I AM DONE WITH THEIR CLOTHING. The clothing is tough. I think I'm going to put a watermark on this one. This one is going to be good. I think I require a second quesadilla. WITH HOT SAUCE. AND GHOST PEPPER FLAKES. OH YEAH. Well, here you go. You have read this. You are reading it now. I have broken the fourth wall, kind of. I'm not sure if that works with blogging. AND I AM NOW 5295 DAYS OLD!!! =D

OKSYMORONIK

Well, today I am going to teach you about CIRCLES.
~Not Really~.
Well, I honestly have absolutely nothing to say to you. (Which actually is dishonest, I KNOW I will think of something...)

I couldn't think of anything, and I was down. I found out how to make someone tired, but it's not a happy thing. My head hurts, my nose stings, and I can feel disconfort in my throat.
Blogger isn't working well... It is somewhat annoying, but I just want to go to sleep.

YAY IT'S BEEN ABOUT 45 MINUETS, BLOGGER IS WORKING AGAIN, I CHANGED MY PASSWORD BECAUSE I REMEMBERED I HAVE HAD THE SAME PASSWORD FOR MY EMAIL SINCE I WAS ABOUT NINE OR TEN YEARS OLD (it's been about five years XD) And that was severely stupid of me, especially because I have a 56 character password on my computer XD (The master password is around 280 characters long)
So I changed it. I remembered what it was, but I must of misspelled it originally because when I went back to log in- I  COULDN'T XD So, then I had to go through all those security things to GET THE SAME NEW PASSWORD AGAIN. The first new password for my email since I made my first blog on here. Not this one, no. I encourage you not to find it, but if you must, it's the internet, and I will not stop you. Frankly I cannot. ANYWAYS. I HAVE THIS REALLY REALLY ANNOYING SONG FROM DIAMOND DOGS STUCK IN MY HEAD. THAT ALBUM SCARES ME, DEEP INSIDE, But I like it. But that song, I don't know. It's not really a song. It's the last track, after Big Brother. I forget what it's called, but IT'S REALLY WEIRD AND ANOYING. Where did the genius behind Ziggy go? XD Well, I have yet to hear his new album, something I look forward to... Of coarse I could listen to it right now, look it up, but I want to save that for when I own it.
Sweet Thing. Why don't you ever hear of that song? Probably one of his best vocals. Starts all the way at a C2. I couldn't sing at a C2 if I inhaled Sulfur Hexaflouride. Maybe. I don't know, I've never done it. ANYWAYS, IT IS QUITE FANTASTIC. HIS VOICE. SULFUR HEXAFLOURIDE SEEMS GOOD TOO. Helium's nice, makes you lightheaded, but that happens to me quite a bit anyways XD
WELL, MY EYES ARE ITCHING, AND I AM TIRED, AND MY TUBBY CAT IS VERY LOUDLY CLEANING HER SELF. IT IS DARK. AND I AM NOW 5294 DAYS OLD!!! =D

I belive in a world where chickens can cross the road without their motives being questioned.

I had a dream last night where I was a Pokemon master, and I was going to go to a Pokemon competition (If they even have those XD) Except instead of Pokemon, I had classic rockers. My latest one was Freddie Mercury, from wembley stadium. It was awesome. I would beat all of them. With Freddie XD I was bored so I just made a card online XD
OH YEAH. There actually was an attack called Killer Queen in my dream... WHY POKEMON, THOUGH?
ANYWAYS, Tomorrow is Wednesday. YEAH. I have a math test, but I'm a good test taker. FREE POINTS. OH YEAH. But much better than that, I get to continue my oil painting. Happy fun time.
There was more to my dream, but I have forgotten.
I SHOULD SLEEP XD
AND I AM NOW 5293 DAYS OLD!!! =D

My socks contain stripes.

I have Save the World stuck in my head. So George, so George. On the album Somewhere in England, I got it a couple weeks ago... OH YES. AND I'VE BEEN TRYING CEL SHADING.

I think I like it. The jacket doesn't look as good though. I need to learn how to do it. I NEED TO LEARN FROM A MASTER. The digital artist I learned a couple techniques from never uploaded a tutorial for shading. MEH. But the face looks okay. Maybe I'll use some of my old techniques  Just do the cel shading on the edge. THAT MAY BE WHAT I WILL DO. Maybe I should try Ringo next. I'm more familiar with his face. The shading's more obvious- heavy shadows under the eyebrows, under the nose, etc. But Paul- DIFFICULT  George would probably be easy too. SPEAKING OF GEORGE- I can now play the slide to My Sweet Lord. I have had a productive day. Taking up much of the couch. That's how I am, man. Much like Freddie Mercury and Deaky in this picture here.

YES. THAT'S HOW TO BE A PERSIAN POPINJAY WITH STYLE. BECOME A ROCKSTAR, USING OTHER ROCKSTARS AS RECLINERS. Sorry Brian, Freddie's the real genius here XD
Anyways. I did have a dream last night. All I remember is that it had to do with an odd sport which seemed to be a combination of synchronized swimming, ballet, and monster truck driving. Strangely enough, it was actually pretty awesome XD No one liked the announcer, so they just incorporated him into their act. How can one man support a pyramid of monstertrucks? That is what I love about dream logic.

I WON

YEAH. I COLORED.
AND I have a fat cat purring behind my head. And in approximatley 500 days I will be 500000000 seconds old. I had a dream about flying last night... And fast cars. And George Harrison. I made cookies today =D

What kind of DUCK are you?

Well, My ears, tougne and lips are burning because I spilled too many chile pepper bits into my salsa. Oh well. Apperantly it's good for your immune system.

LOOK WHAT I DREW! The Beatles at Shea Stadium. YEAY. YEAH YEAH YEAH. They're faces have color. But not the rest yet. And I'm probably going to digitally paint the background. It'll give me some practice.

HOW'D I DO? I rearanged them, guessed about their faces and put Ringo in back 'cause he looked so... Ringo. You see, Ringo is so gear, he doesn't run. HE STRIDES.
Far out.
What a day,
A year,
A LIFE IT IS.
WELL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5290 DAYS OLD!!! =D

MY KITTY'S FAT TWITCHES WHEN YOU TOUCH IT.

Well, Today I can see better and have gotten new shoes. And I have a chubby cat. GUESS WHAT? I HAVE TWENTY NAILS. I never knowtised that before. That is how I spell things. And my tubby blob of fat is licking my wrist. I'd say things are going well.
MY BRAIN MALFUNCTIONS AT 2240 HOURS. SLEEP IS GOING TO HAPPEN. WELL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW

 Greetings, I come to you from the eighth of the January season of Earth as we know it. And apple pie, who dosn't love it. Only none other than the Fortunate Son, which none of them are when they are people. But anyways, now for the weather. We have your cloudy days, your sunny skies, and a chance of something you've been wanting for a while. Not just wanting, Needing. Desperately. So desperately that it has been programmed into your DNA for generations, for that's how they were generated. What do you think it is? It isn't a lie. It's only a part truth, a possible. The others are all scatered in dimensions of time, accross the Universe. Lennon knew it, McCartney did too. But where are we now? That was neither. It was the Martian. Don't ask me where this currency came from, I couldn't tell you if I had half of the truth of the house of reflecting light. It's prejudiced, if you ask me. A subliminal message, programed into you after years of hard earned hope and dignity, until you finally lose it all, from your buttons to your sweet blissful negligence and you have to grow up some time. No longer can you not care. No longer are you without the responsibility. No longer are the days without judging, we no longer live by preschool ideals. It's sad. Why don't they listen? Have the leaders of today forgotten their lessons they learned so early on in life? Why can't that stick? The hypocritical teachers only teach to the children, where they should be acting to change the actors. What about us? Maybe we arn't. Or maybe we shouldn't. Maybe we just don't wanna. I'm not really a woman, or a man, or anything at all. Just a child, really. Or want to be. It depends on perspective. But why do we even care what's going on around, it's much easier living with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. But what if whatever they say is wrong, is well, wrong? What if it's all allright, finally fine. Maybe we can all just live. Live and laugh. Without running out of breath and hyperventilating.

9.75

WELL, I STARTED DRAWING THE TRAVELING WILBURYS FOR THE MUSIC THROUGH THE YEARS COLAB. IT WILL BE AWESOME. And I made myself some tofu and put it on a salad. DOUBLE AWESOME. And I have five fingers on each hand, you see, enabeling this typing and all the creativity folowing. YES. KIND OF. Well, this is blog post #975. I am content with this. CONTENT AND CONTEMPT ALWAYS CONFUSE ME.
But 975 is a nice number. If I got a dollar for every post, I could almost buy a rickenbacker. Maybe in another three years XD But that's still going to be an instrument in my collection. SOMEDAY... Maybe even an original 1966. THAT WOULD BE FANTASTIC. That's my daydreaming for the future. I ran out of orangejuice. Pity, I could be drinking it. But that's fine, I'll go and get myself some.
Not just yet, though. You will listen to me.

Roughly 55 years from now, there will be a discovery. After putting sattelites around every planet in the di-solar system, conflicting signals will be found on mars. Strange signals. Signals that shouldn't be there. So, a team gets sent out because for the first time in 2765 years the planet has been at its closest. This team consists of people of various occupations, talents, and pursuits in life. Some want to colonise, some want to discover, some want to create an idealistic society in which culture is much more advanced, just and "good"... And some want to take over. But this is ignored, since the governent needs its military to folow in every expidition. And of coarse you need all those scientists. And you need people to set up sustainable structures... And so on. So you have your dreamers, your cynics, your businessmen, and your maniacs all on one ship through space. Not everybody survives, it's a great risk, yes, but was it an accident? That is ignored, all members of mankind to survive their own. Little do they know but they arn't all typical members of mankind. They were unconsciously shipping a Martian-American back home. But Wait!- There is no sentient life on Mars!- Unless they're more sentient than us.
NOW I WILL DRINK MY ORANGEJUICE. NOW FOR THE RETRIEVAL OF ITS JUICES FROM MY REFRIGERATOR.

AIN'T THAT THE MOST ATTRACTIVE BEVERAGE YOU'VE EVER SEEN???? It tastes good. In my Beatle cup. With one of my Beatle shirts. Listening to The Beatles. This was not intended XD Apple corps is sure making a good amount of money XD
ABBEY ROAD MEDLEY, MAN, came on just by chance, by chance I just happened to be playing one of the songs on the B-side. On my guitar. That still dosn't have a name... I need to give my guitar a good name... Something... Good.   Should I go with a traditional name, or something like my Strat (Fandango)? I AM CONFUSED... I was thinking May, but that is reserved for my future Red Special. It would just be wierd if I named a non-Red Special "May". Dr. May. Dr. Brian May. And if I ever get a Tele or a brightly colored Fender Strat I'd probably name it Gorj. Or Hari. YOU GET WHERE I'M GOING? But I can't name my Les Paul "Pagey" or "Jimmy" or something like that. Not even "Page". This guitar isn't... Jimmy Page. I don't think could name a guitar after Jimmy- LED ZEPPELIN SONG, IRONY XD What about Plant? Nah. I could name my vocal chords Plant. Or Freddie XD
I need a sweet name, but with a bite to it. Like pinapple and ghost pepper icecream. That stuff is good. Really really really good. Freakishly so. And that's what I should use.
JUST LIKE A WOMAN. I LIKE THAT SONG. BUT MY SISTER HAS ISSUES WITH DISTINGUIHING GOOD MUSIC FROM BAD MUSIC AND TOLD ME TO TURN IT OFF XD (I'd say we all have our own opinions, but I think we're all beyond that.)
Bob Dylan, out of all the people I listen to, Bob Dylan is not creepy.
Still, I am not naming my guitar Bob Dylan, either.
YOU DON'T GET MY STYLE.
I DON'T EVEN HAVE A STYLE.
YEAH RIGHT. LIKE THAT WOULD HAPPEN.
I like circles. But elipses reminds me of conic secitions. because circles and elipses are the conic sections except for the other two.
THEY SHOULD MAKE HYPERBOLIC HEATERS.
AND I AM NOW 5288 DAYS OLD!!! =D

Series of action.

Well, today I feel like I put more output than input, or atleast a nice large ratio. And that is good, healthy, and it makes me happy. That's the difference between us and the super people of the past that everybody wants to be when they grow up. Input vs. Output. Something very troubling these days.
I just took about 150 photographs of myself. Not like most people, the now called "selfies", but for a form of acting. Displaying emotions  in a photograph. Some were extremely rediculous XD if not ALL.  But I'm sure you don't require seeing my face. So you get the face of Chubber.

Chubber is beautiful. And tubby. THE FATTEST OF ALL OF THEM. AND THE AWESOMENESST. IGNORE MY SPELLING ERRORS. BUT REALLY, I need to put some content on this thing. I had a dream last night. I should be able to remember it, but I don't.
I am going to create an inventory of these posts, examine the output. Yes. Everybody needs good output in their lives- YET ANOTHER THEORY XD It has gotten very dark. And I want to play my guitar.

Sincerely,
 Dr. Thomas Quantum-Headcase, PhuD.

I thought the penny said 1895. But it didn't.

I was bored, needed to write something, so this exploded out of my brain and slowly flowed out. I have mixed feelings about it, but here you go XD

I never intended to write about you, Roger.

I never did.

Roger took a deep breath. He strolled to the corner of the room, the room was spinning around him. Did it go well? He felt like he was about to vomit. All over the clothing so carefully fitted just expecially for him. He’d preformed before- But this was the first time with such a croud- the first of this show- And the first time in a long time that he was a man.

“Roger, Roger, calm down!” Charlotte laughed softly, sympathetically, and attempted to wrap her arms him. He was shaking.

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous- Isn’t that supposed to be before the show?” But this time it was after. It was different now, like it always would be. He was different now. He would walk out there, people would stare. Someone would judge him, maybe unconciously, but they would just the same. He would walk out there with the others, Charlotte, Lucy, Maurine- They’d stand together, like always, some boys would come to congratulate them, pin a rose on their dress and take them out for a milkshake. But there would be no one to pin a rose on him. It was silly, yes, but it counted for something when you were lonely.

“Well, you’ve better be getting out there- People probably want to talk to the man behind the leading role, don’t you think?”

“Yes... But whatever they say- They can’t recruit me out of this place. If they want to pay money to see me as some world famous popinjay- Well, they might as well do it here.”

“Good, wouldn’t want to lose you, loverboy.” She slapped him on the back, and walked into the dressing room.

“Yes, won’t get rid of me that easilly, darling.” He laughed, preparing to greet the eager members of the audience. They needed to get more donations to keep the theater running, so good impressions were ideal. “Roger Davies, Danseur Noble... You’re stage makeup is smudging. Or going to smudge. Sam, do you think my makeup is smudging?”

“Just stop babbling on to yourself and you’ll be fine, and try not to use the term smudging.” His colegue laughed, “You’ve really ought to get yourself a gir- Well, something to focus on.”

“I’ve already got a cat at home... Expecting kittens in about two weeks, probably can’t take care of them all by my self... know anybody in need of some cats?” He asked, attempting to make his hair stay in place.

“Sorry. You know Jennie’s alergic to cats- Wouldn’t want to cause any trouble, you know. Only been engaged for about six weeks.”

“Yes, yes, I understand... You think Charlotte wants a kitten?”

“How would I know? You know the girl more than me, probably more than that guy she was going out with.”

“Frank. Yes, got to give him a piece of my mind, but first- My, it’s late- I’ve got to get going...” He walked swiftly out into the lobby into the crowd of people. A couple reporters tried to ask him questions, managers, patrons and all kinds of the cultured, knowlageable and rich were crouded around everybody.

“Mr. Davies, have you considered our offer to join-”

“Sorry, no, I’m staying here. And that goes for all of you who are trying to hire me away.” He managed to excape and found his fellow dancers.

“Roger, were you alright up there? Once you got of stage-”

“Ah just a bit nervous. Fine now. You know how I get. Does my makeup look... Smudged to you?”

“No, it looks fine. I saw Ms. Baubineux- She seemed pleased with the preformance...” Charlotte trailed off, giving Roger a smile.

“Pleased? How so?” Ms. Baubineux was one of their oldest and wealthiest patrons, without her they probably wouldn’t be preforming that night.

“The kind of pleased that keeps us in buisness...”

“And gets us good reviews, with the good donations that follow? Maybe some good sold out shows?” He asked, grinning.

“Exactly. But don’t pretend you care about the money- There’s something else, isn’t there?”

“You know that we’re in danger of closing. Even though anybody would be eager to hire me, I’m not sure I could ever leave this place.” He looked around, and caught a few familiar faces in the corner of his eye. “Well, I’ve better get going...”

“Hey, isn’t that Lucy’s boyfriend? And that must be his brother she tried to hook me up with... Why, he’s cute, isn’t he?”

“Is he the one with the roses or the chrysanthemums?”

“They’re both cute, arn’t they? Roger- Where are you going?” she grabbed his arm as he tried to slip away.

“I’m going to talk with Ms. Baubineux- See what she has to say.”

“Okay, make sure you ask her about act II, the transition...”

“Will do.” He made his way through the crowd again, greeting some people, even signed a couple autographs.

“That was a fantastic preformance if I’ve ever seen one, Mr. Davies.”

“Ms. Baubineux- You liked it?”

“Liked it- In all my years, I’ve seen very few dancers that come close to your gracefulness, Mr. Davies.” Her compliments were as good as any sort of accomplishment- he knew they were hard to come by. He exhaled slowly in relief.

“However, you’re speed has something to be desired, at times.” Inhaled again. “But nothing you can’t work out over time...”

“Thank you, Madam.” He bowed and proceded to walk away.

“Wait- Are you in a rush?”

“No, Madam. Not at all.”

“I’d like you to meet my nephew. Thomas.” A young man stepped forward, had a thin mustache and a top hat that seemed to tower above his own head. He shyly smiled and extended his hand.

“Pleased to meet you, Thomas.” Roger smiled, shaking his hand.

"The pleasure is mine, sir.”

“The boy’s quite a fan of your work, couldn’t take his eyes off of you.” He blushed at his aunt’s comment, with an awkward smirk.

“I really like you’re portrayal of _, used to read the story as a child... Just how I’d imagined him too. And you could just see the emotion in it... ”

“That has to be the most flattering review I’ve heard in a long time, people never really comment on the character... I like that.”

“Anyways. I’m really introducing him to you so you can show him around.”

“Oh?”

“He studies

YAMS.

Well,,, I am typing while not looking at the sfreen. I WONDER WHAT IT SAYS! WELL, am I doing alright so far? is it good? is it great? is it fantastacc?????

CAN I JUST SKIP ON THE QUALITY THIS POST? XD I'M TOO TIRED.

THE SUN IS OUT AT AN HOUR.

Well, I am missing ideas.
I sincerely hope this suffices XD
I did get a new jacket today... my old one can retire. YAY. FUN TIMES.

YEAH, SO ONE DAY I DECIDED TO SCRATCH MY NOSE.

Yeah, so I decided to draw ARMPIT as people.  (That would be Advance Recon Mission Preparatory Invasion Terror Platoon, from Sgt. Frog.) And unfortionatly, I am missing Dororo. I didn't get to drawing him yet. BUT THERE YOU GO.

Here is Giroro and Kululu

And here is my two favorites, Tamama and Keroro. Even though they are human, I STILL GAVE TAMAMA HIS TADPOLE TAIL XD They are a bit diferent from the originals, yes.

Yes, animes are usually not my type of thing, BUT IT'S A FUNNY CARTOON. Like Spongebob. Except it's about frog-aliens and it isn't as innocent. And much weirder  BUT STILL- It is hilarious. SO, FIRST FOUR OF THE ARMPIT PLATOON. PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5283 DAYS OLD!!!=D


The shift key is an interesting thing... on it's own it is nothing... But when combined with another it is arguably the most powerful on the keyboard.

QUANTUM HEADCASE

Well, I am now facing another time of consequence for my undying love of humorous cartoons... I AM TIRED. Here I am, with my hat and my drawing of George. Good company. I don't have much else to say. Now you get to expirience any sort of other expirience you want, I permit you to. Yes. My brain is melting. I NEED SLEEP XD

The shading for this is REALLY ANNOYING ME. I'll just try and fix it in the morning or whatever else time I decide to XD

MAGICMAGICMAGIC.

Yeah, I was listening to Bohemian Rhapsody and I ran out of homework in study skills SO IT DREW THIS. It probably would of looked better, EXCEPT I did not smudge it or use an eraser. Just that grey/blue background with black, offwhite and red on top. I kind of like it. Only took me about 30 minuets. I also got Jazz today (or yesterday, I don't remember, but I listened to it for the first time today) and NOW I HAVE ANOTHER SONG THAT I CANNOT UNDERSTAND THE WORDS OF: MUSTAPHA. It's pretty catchy. I just wish I knew what he was singing XD Well, THAT'S IT... PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I WILL NOW TAKE OUT MY CONTACTS.

GET IT HERE

Well, I am going to be honest, now. I need to BRING SOME  LIFE INTO THIS PLACE. I havn't been drawing digital art (or much of anything), I havn't been CREATING AT THE SAME PRODUCTIVE RATE. IT BUGS ME. IT IRRITATES ME. I WOULD EVEN GO AS FAR AS TO SAY IT ANNOYS ME. And I realized today two things recently in recent today times: 1. Erasers look strangely edible, 2. I HAD SOMETHING REALLY GOOD TO SAY BUT I FORGOT IT. IT WAS IMPORTANT TOO. BUT I GOT DISTRACTED BY A BRIGHT GREEN ERASER NEXT TO ME.

Very capivating object, I must say.
But what did I have to say? I did find my wacom pen, and realised I needed more sleep, and various other things I'm sure, but I cannot think of it.
But don't worry, my face isn't stuck like that.

I'm just very glad I don't have a boring face. Have you ever thought of that? Have you ever seen a person with a boring face? I bet you have, unless you are one of those people. Then you have my sympathy. And then there's the people who all look the same. I'm not sure if that applies to adults, it probably does (I know all my friend's grandmothers all seem the same, have short grey hair, insanely rich, they could just be the same person assuming different identities. That might just be two or three people, but that's a lot. For seeming exactly the same.) But really, I keep on seeing a bunch of eighth graders who look EXATLY THE SAME. Same dark brown hair in a bun, same brown eyes with rediculous amounts of makeup, same boring face, same skimpy clothing, YOU GET THE PICTURE. And then there's the generic highschool jock with short hair, tall, ALWAYS WEARS SCHOOL COLORS... It's hard to tell them apart, luckilly I don't identify with those people so I don't have to XD They have the same generic face too. GENERIC FACES. It's always the normal, average people. Am I the only one who finds them insanely boring? I must not be alone. BUT WHAT DID I REALISE? THERE MUST BE SOMETHING ON MY LIST. OF THINGS IN MY BRAIN. Well, I've realised that it's already past 21:00. GOODNIGHT. I am now 5280 days old, people. I'M SURE SOMEONE OUT THERE FINDS THAT REMOTELY INTERESTING XD I know I will when I read it in five years. THAT'S WHAT I'LL DO ON MY 1000TH POST (OR DAY OF POSTING, SEE HOW I FEEL), I'LL READ EVERYTHING AND PSYCHOLOGICALLY ANALYSE MY LIFE. THAT'LL BE FUN XD