Goddamn regular updates

Seriously, I don't know how webcomic artists and stuff manage to not only write and draw a comic every week (sometimes three times a week) and do it on a set day. It's madness. I mean, shit, this is just a blog of my thoughts, and I have trouble with it.

ANYWAYS, I am just about to go to bed, but I came on to promise a lyric dump to anyone reading. It shall show up tomorrow.

Sleep well.

In Memoriam

So I fell off of the "update frequently" wagon. Sue me. Shit's been going on.

First off, OB, I am SO sorry about missing choir over and over - I have so much going on, what with the Grad Historian video and the crazy mum and the dead uncle and such that after school automatically equals "go rest" for me, so I tend to go a bit stupid at 3:00. I PROMISE I will be there next week.

Today, I found out that the Talking Donkey has an Open Mic Night on Wednesdays, so I think I'm gonna have to go check that out soon, once I get some stuff completely done. OH, and they have an UPSTAIRS! I didn't know that! It was so cool! Thanks, Dylan, I literally never would have noticed had you not gone up there.

Speaking of music, I've been coming up with a lot of lines that I really like but have been having trouble finishing a lot of songs. For example, a couple days ago, I wrote this line: "Cannon mouth and dagger tongue/Lashing out at everyone." I LOVE that line, but I have nowhere to put it and can't seem to add to it. I am sad.

My mum has been, as usual, the most bipolar person ever. She freaks out on me for little things, then acts like nothing ever happened the next day. I don't even know what to think about it anymore. Hard to care about it, to be honest; I just want to move out and live, goddamn it.

I was bored in French class, so I started drawing robots, and it kind of evolved into a story idea based on one of David's awesome drawings. I'll talk about it later, when it's more fleshed out.

Finally, yeah... my awesome deaf uncle died. He was great. I miss him a lot... hopefully he's somewhere where he can hear, now. I think he would have liked that.

Mark Bransford. I miss you.