I've been away for a while--I know, and I'm so sorry, to all those of you who were waiting on me to get back. XD And to those of you who were worried, nothing bad has happened to me, except for a minor cold--Which lasted nearly a week. x_~ I've been hanging around, drawing in my spare time, and sucking. >_< I've had a major case of "artists' block" lately, and boy, does it suck. I draw with led pens, #0.5mm lead. When I run out of lead, I refill it, when my eraser runs down, I replace it. For some reason, no matter how many lead pens I bought that were the same size, same type of lead, everything, this particular blue one was the only one I could draw so perfectly with. Well, it was finally time to let it go. The eraserholder snapped off (as in
?broke, irreplacably), and was rendered useless. Unfortunately, I can't draw with a regular pencil anymore, either. >_< So, my cousin bought me a new one, and now I'm going through hell adjusting, because the eraser ran down in less than a day, and I don't have one thick enough to fill the spot--ugh. So I stuck one of those sucky little rooftop-like erasers that always suck until you run that fine pointed top down. >_< And now I think the lead pen might be too big, and that the sucky eraser part that you put the pencil in might bust the side out, don't you hate when that happens? >_< Now I'm starting to wonder, "Why the hell didn't I just stick one of those sucky erasers on my perfect pencil??" Rather than snapping the hell out of it, which is what I chose to do, instead. >_< I'm so stupid.
ABOUT THE TAGGAGE
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Damn ... This game is still circulating? o_o I had hell trying to find stuff to tell for the last one. >_< Okay, here goes, sorry it sucks. XD
The rules:
1. Post these rules.
2. Each person tagged must post 8 random facts about themselves.
3. Tags should write a journal/ blog of these facts.
4. At the end of the post 8 more people are tagged and named.
5. Go to their page and leave a comment telling them they're tagged.
1. I have RHD.
2. I have ADHD.
3. When I was little I put a rubberband around my best buddy dog, Rex's snout. The next morning my parents were like, what the hell? Did he get stung by a bee?" Because I forgot about it, and his nose looked like a balloon. I got my ass torn up, and he had the scar until he died (last year, he was almost seven). We were
still best friends afterwards. XD I

you, Rex!!
4. I'm one of the "five people" who likes pizza flavored Pringles--yum!
5. I originally planned to do a
Resident Evil: Extinction review after this, but I'm so tired.
6. Last night was f**cking awesome, and you'll find out why, soon enough. When this [Link] becomes clickable, you'll find out.

7. I don't wanna do this anymore. =/
8. Yay, one left, and guess what? I'm not gonna do it.
These people are tagged, hohum~








Devious Comments
And it seems, dog or cat, rubber bands are a "Nuuuu".
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Dr. Horrible Oh, goodness, look at my wrist, I've got to go...
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The Doctor I just saved the world in my jammies. Very Arthur Dent of me.
~Doctor it, yo.
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Dr. Horrible Oh, goodness, look at my wrist, I've got to go...
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The Doctor I just saved the world in my jammies. Very Arthur Dent of me.
~Doctor it, yo.
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Cloud is too emo & Sephiroth is too evil... Vincent is like both of them blended together in a super sexy slushie. ~ Me
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Dr. Horrible Oh, goodness, look at my wrist, I've got to go...
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The Doctor I just saved the world in my jammies. Very Arthur Dent of me.
~Doctor it, yo.
does that mean i have to do it agen????
check my last journal!
giiard lol
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Whatever i touch turns to tatters
If it can break, it shatters. Into a thousand pieces.
If it can fall, it clatters. To the floor.
If it can split, it scatters. To the four winds
If it can bruise, it's battered
Torn and sore
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Dr. Horrible Oh, goodness, look at my wrist, I've got to go...
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The Doctor I just saved the world in my jammies. Very Arthur Dent of me.
~Doctor it, yo.
And i've missed you to!
Howv u been btw?
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Whatever i touch turns to tatters
If it can break, it shatters. Into a thousand pieces.
If it can fall, it clatters. To the floor.
If it can split, it scatters. To the four winds
If it can bruise, it's battered
Torn and sore
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