I was thinking about my last journal, and the thought of starting anew with a different account sort of inspired me. Therefore, while this account will still be meeting it's death, I shall rise from the ashes, like a phoenix, only fatter. The new account's already made. <--clicky plox--<<< Anyways, consider this account dead.

As the title of this journal states, I'm going on haitus for the summer. I'm bored with this site. After the summer, I'll either delete everything and forget I even had an account here, or simply abandon this one and create a new, better account. I've been looking back on everything i posted here, and it all pretty much sucks. I actually can draw half decently, and can write pretty good, and this account doesn't really show that, due to my current lack of a scanner and the ammount of time I try to spend on writings for the sake of quality. After the summer's over, I'll decide what I'm going to do; if I decide to simply leave, I'll just leave and you'll probably never hear from me on here again, and if I decide to make a new account, I'll only tell my IRL friends with accounts, and the couple of other people I feel like I connected with on here. Have a good summer, and maybe I'll see some of you with a new account.

On Friday my right testicle started to hurt. Between then and yesterday, the pain moved up into the right side of my bladder and belly. I went to the doctors today. From what he could tell, I probably strained a muscle or something at work. Don't ask me how that made my right nut hurt, but whatever. At least I don't have to get it cut off. He's not sure though; he needs to get the results of my urine test first.

I was driving out in the boonies somewhere today and I ran over a cat. I thought it was already dead, but of course as soon as I was too close it looked up and I hit it. So I feel kind of bad. Not like my mom. She cried. And I'm not allowed to drive her car anymore.

I've become somewhat envious of recently. It's mostly because of his want to graduate. I'm terrified to leave school, because then real life starts, and I have a bit of a Peter Pan complex. I'll probably get over it eventually.

I'm tired. Got home from work an hour ago. I still feel like someone beat me up. I forgot to take my pill in the morning both days I worked this weekend. I honestly feel like shit. Being single sort of makes it worse. I'd feel so much better if I had a boyfriend right now. I'd be cuddling up to him and just trying to forget about how rotten my day was. But, of course, here I am, pretty much alone, telling people who don't give a damn about my feelings. Sorry about dumping the emo journal entry on you; it's my fault for forgetting about my pills.

I made a surprising ammount of money this week. For working 2 days I got about $75. I expected only around $30.

Thursday night I managed to pull an English paper, that I had a month to do but procrastinated until the night before it was due, out of my ass. Hopefully it was good enough to pass me this marking period, and for the year.

I'm going to bed. See yous some other time.

I have no eyebrows now. I look pretty freaky. I took a picture, but I don't know when I'll put it up.

Last week I got Sonic Unleashed and I love it. keeps telling me how much it sucks because it's a Sonic game, but he hasn't even played it. Listen, the Sega/Nintendo war ended a decade ago, so quit being such a fanboy.

This morning I attempted to make scrambled eggs. I thought I overcooked them a little, but they were edible at least.

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Yesterday I read the weirdest porn story ever. If you really want to read it, PM me and I'll send you the link, but be warned, it might make you want to give yourself a lobotomy.