Reunited and it feels okay. I mean, soooo gooood.

I am a huge disappointment. Why? It's been over a week since I last updated, and it was a lame post about my even lamer school schedule. Where did I go so, so wrong?

I don't know what happened, there's truly no explanation; but every day, I've woken up and searched for inspiration, purposefully seeking out potentially hazardous scenarios to inject myself into just for a couple of laughs and a sub par blog entry. I feel like a whore. A very unsuccessful, unfunny whore.

Finally, I realized, posting something is better than nothing. I'm not some kind of absentee writer that phones in a post every now and then when I feel like. Or at least, I don't want to be. It's not what I intended for this endeavor. Thankfully, as I was doing complete and total mundane tasks not too long ago, a very handsome light bulb went off above my head, and a post idea was thrust to the forefront of my mind like some kind of pelvic convulsion.

Could it really be? Inspiration for a post? Yes, indeed, it was. I felt like ET discovering Reese's Pieces, slowly and methodically repeating the word 'idea' over and over to myself, rolling it around on my tongue like some kind of foreign but tasty intruder(I...dea? Ideeeeaaaa...i...deee...aaaa!). And no, this post is not the aforementioned inspiration, this is only a prelude, precursor, foreword, introduction...whatever. Pick a word. I don't care which one you like best.

Don't get your hopes up about it being the entry-to-end-all-entries. It would be safe to compare me to the Tin Man, rusty and frozen while time continues to move forward without me, only to later be greased up by a foreign girl and some guy with no brain. I have yet to decide who or what represent my saviors in this analogy, so for now we'll just call them "Dorothy" and "Scarecrow." The names came to me in a dream, induced by getting hit in the head by a windowpane in the middle of a tornado. Or maybe that was a movie.

I just realized all my paragraphs get progressively larger in this post. I mean, not anymore, since this one kind of ruined that trend, but up until now, it's an accurate observation.

So, in conclusion, I'll be working on my new post today and probably publish it tomorrow. I have some drawings to do and my tendency to nitpick every little aspect of them until they're perfect usually extends the time it takes to finish from what most would consider normal to ridiculous.

Ho ho ho!

I'm in between insanity at the moment, and while I have a few minutes to do so, I figured now would be a good time to wish everybody a merry Christmas. I'm typing on my new netbook, which means I no longer have to share the world's slowest computer with my parents, and can write and update whenever I want! Be excited, because I know I am.


I hope everyone's day is filled with awesome stuff you couldn't afford to buy yourselves, food, and probably a decent amount of alcohol to cope with such close familial proximity. Have a great day, great evening, and I'll be back tomorrow with something awesome that will probably make you fall madly in love with me.

Merry Christmas!

Get involved. Or die.

Just kidding, you won't die. Well, eventually you will, but not by blog-related causes. Unless your name is Julian Assange.


Anyway.


I installed a new application to my blog called OneTrueFan. It's pretty awesome; you guys, my readers, are now in competition with each other to make me the most popular person alive. Every time you read my blog, share something, or even glance at me with that seductive look in your eye, you get points(though the points you earn from that last thing are tallied separately, wink wink). The person that does these things the most is considered my "one true fan," hence the name of the gadget. 


So...get sharing! Make everybody you know love me more than they love you! Be the readers I know you can be. I promise you won't regret it, because I'm like Tinkerbell; the more applause I get, the stronger I am, and I can write and draw more hilarious stuff for you. And we all want that, don't we? 


The answer is yes. Yes, we do.