I'm not literally working (well, my mom said she won't let me get a job until I'm 21 since she insists on paying for everything I need. PLUS she said she wouldn't drive me, let me carpool, take the bus, or whatever. Besides, I rarely need new clothes or games; I always play online games.) but I've been working on some actual art and SCHOOL WORK. It's a miracle!
First off, I've been spending the break working on a video, drawing requests, my lack of sleep, playing Mission Against Terror with Joannie, and pigging out. Surprisingly, I didn't gain any weight for a whole 4 months; I've actually been losing. I'M PERISHING! (not really. that would be a sad way to end my life.)
Second, I've been getting better grades. YES it is true.
Third, I'm still addicted to Sourpatch Watermelons and am running out! This is sewius!
So, I was busy thinking about Thanksgiving food and buying Christmas presents for everyone. I forgot about my birthday. I still don't understand why girls get so worked up about their "sweet sixteen". I mean, really what's so special about it? It's just another year, meaning you've gotten OLDER.
Happy Holidays, my sweets.
Au revoir.
