I hate the holidays, I feel even more lifeless than usual.

School>Holidays with nothing to do except eat and be utterly sedentary, which leads to getting fat, feeling worthless, and losing brain cells.

All I do is write sappy shit at night, and sleep the whole day.

I need to get out more. I wish my bicycle hadn't rusted in place for five years. I actually feel like using it. I guess it's time to talk mother into getting me a new bike. I feel a hot pink/electric blue two wheelin' vehicle coming on. Nobody uses bikes anymore though. It's like my generation was the last to travel everywhere by bicycle. Most kids today can't even get on one, let alone pedal.

I'm hanging around fictionpress FAR too much. Myopia dominates me.


I'm too lazy to blog about the issues. Such as Disney going to shit, since they emply Kay Panabaker and Gioslutty Samuels. No, I'll save that for tomorrow.


On the upside, I'm working on a fantasy story. Downside, I'm, scared I won't be able to continue it, considering it's possible novel-length.

Oneshots are my friend. Oneshots are my friend. Oneshots are my friend.


Am listening to old-school AAR. Gotta love them sappy lyrics, I mean how beautiful is Your Star? Time Stands Still?

Seriously.