marora

I think I've had this account for a while now- needless to say, it's interesting to see some of the stuff I drew in the first year of high school. And it's funny to remember that I abandoned this account due to feeling childish and immature by seeing my old stuff and ideas of storytelling- now it just looks cute and quaint. In the words of my favorite xkcd comic, "We're adults now, and we decide what that means" so, as an adult who's decided that I'm okay being a bit of a kid, I'll be coming back.

 I can't promise I'll finish all the old projects I was working on, or even update frequently, but I'd like to try.I've become a better artist, and more importantly, a better story teller, so why not, right? You'll see a some new stuff on here soon enough.

(Or, at least I'll be back as soon as my boyfriend finds the the tablet pen that I'm sure his dog has eaten.)

ROADWAYS ACROSS CALIFORNIA CLOSE DUE TO DANGEROUS DRIVING CONDITIONS.

Or in other words, two years after I was eligible, I finally got my fucking permit. Oh, neighbors' cars, motorists I am sharing the road with and the occasional pedestrian I apologize in advance.

I'm also looking at cars. Right now I have my eyes on a Chevy Nova, but any suggestions would be helpful.
(if I get it, I'm totally painting rainbow flames on it)

I am sick and dizzy and I think I took too many ibuprofen. My head is hurting. Being sick at college sucks, because my mommy can't read me doctor Suess over the phone since the bill is too high.

ow ow ow

I got meds!

I recently got medication for a mental illness I've had for a long time and has been very difficult to recognize but ten minutes for the psych to diagnose me. Which means I can finally achieve some kind of normality or at least a stable kind of life. Not more crazy ups and downs, no more noises that aren't there! No more random bouts of shit happening and then me not knowing why I did something.

Fuck yeah!

Downsides: I have to about FEELINGS with a psychologist like a pissy little emo girl and the meds I'm on have the rare side effect of a rash that can cause death or severe seizures caused by withdrawal. But the side effects are rare and I just have to not loose my meds and everything is fine.

Meds.

Fuck yeah!

Okay. So I like college. And here's why:

When I say "I'm hungry" I get shoved into a car, blindfolded and driven to a random cheap restaurant. At three in the morning.

After declaring a wish for amusement I might wake up a week later, in Tijuana, next to an underage goat with lipstick and a polka skirt.

No heterosexual sex has been prohibited in our flat. It happens anyways, just Gina always complains about it.

The Jew (Me) is not allowed to speak at house meetings. If The Jew (Me) must speak, The Jew (Me) must raise her hand. The only reason The Jew (Me) is allowed to speak is if I need to request the bathroom.

I can play video games for three days.

I can sleep for three days.

I can hid in the cupboard for three days (Though it is cramped).

College contains mass sessions of DnD, in which one can kill ones friends, all in good fun of course.

And lastly, someone just said "That was your tongue! Ugh!". And that makes me happy.

The END

P.S- In other news, I have a bad cold and have been wandering around the flat, dripping from my nose.