2/5/26

Bro….there's a lot to talk about. First off: I just passed by some dumbass white boys standing in a semicircle with a kid in a hazbian hotel hoodie at the tip who just walked away. Then I heard one of them say: I wanted to rock hisshit...I swear the kids in my school are cavemen because why are we bullying kids in the big 26? I dont like hazbain hotel either but im not messing with kids who like it over it because I actually have better things to do.
next. Pedo cult files fully released a few days ago. I don't even know what to say. You're telling me we had survivors telling us this shit years ago and we just refused to believe them. What the actual fuck. I don’t really want to talk about anymore because I haven't read/looked at highlights because it's actually so disgusting without going in depth and I don't want to turn on my paranoia.
speaking of paranoia. I feel like my medicine is dampening my emotions and it’s scaring me. I'm making mistakes and feeling nothing about them.. I can't take action as easily anymore because there's no emotional drive behind it.
I'm not really feeling challenged in my eng class but I don’t think the alternative is any better? Whatever, it's only the second week.
people don’t lock in anymore, they jst chat-gpt it

What happened to having a good THINK? We are regressing

ADOBE pmo bro. AS SOON AS I LEARN ANIMATE AND GET MOTIVATION TO WORK, ADOBE CANS IT. I did have a good day yesterday and I finally convinced someone to commission me! My friend told me people prefer the other Commission Guy because the Other Guy has a better style and has the energy of a kicked puppy. This probably means I contrast with the energy of an evil dalmation.

2/6/26

The due date for submissions for this month's creative writing club prompts are due by the 9th and I've got nothing. Well, not nothing but I've got some shit I could serve. A few melodramatic paragraphs full of faux-sophistication, all culminating in a haphazard metaphor for cocaine addiction. Did I mention the theme was love. Ugh. I said I'd turn something in this time but that probably won't happen. Wait. Okay So I'm obviously I have no girl for Valentine's Day. Surprising. Many of my friends are getting desperate but I just wallow in self pity and fear of being alone forever. I could write a poem about that! Sure technically the theme is love flash fiction but on the submission page, poem is still a selectable option. Yeah.. I can do that in 3 days. Maybe I'll publish it here too, on my rattalks page. On the topic of Valentine's Day , I was thinking about making in animation or something of the like for it,, since I have nothing else to do. (FUCK I just looked it up, it's on a Saturday too..bro). Well I guess Valentine's Day is about love and I love my friends so I can hang out with my friends. Heaven yes dude.

I did a break here so you know I'm digressing for a while(from my pinball machine thought patterns)
On the 4th, I was at club with my friends doing fuck all and we get on the topic of being date-less for valentine's day. Me and uhh let's call her... something poetic because she's very poetic. Uhh I don't know how to be poetic and cool. RBL. Stands for Raging Butch Lesbian(in training). "Perfectt okay. Anyways, me and RBL were like: "Oh my gosh... no one wants me.m ujhh im so alone." over dramatic performance. Then my other friend is like: "what if you guys just date each other?". Um what um. I ignored the question but RBL said something aside like: "I can't date her"(not in a rude way). Which: give this guy a true but.. I don't know. I mean this is my blog and I know she doesn't read it. Shes really aesome i don know . kms


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