That awkward moment when you reach a point in a video game, show, or story where the main character’s stupid actions have you cringing from hardcore second-hand embarrassment.
I need someone to sit on my bed (or on me, if necessary) and force me to do my homework so I’m not put in this position again. HRGHHHH.
Stupid Stomach.
Me: “Hey stomach, how about going to get some food? We haven’t eaten since early lunch, and-“
Stomach: 
Me: “O_O B-but, stomach, if we don’t eat now we’ll be hungry later, and I don’t-“
Stomach: 
Me: “Are you sure? We could just have some salad, or just toast! Come ON, you’ve been doing this for weeks! It won’t be too-“
Stomach: 
Me: “… I guess so. :C “
My body chemistry normally-
Stomach: Food is good. You should eat food. But not too much food, otherwise I will be sad.
Logic: Listen to your stomach. It knows what it’s talking about.
My body chemistry during PMS-
Stomach: Food is disgusting. Don’t eat any food. Ever. If you eat food, I…
Jswash, I love you so much. XD I mean, all of the time, but now especially.
Guys, I’m too tired to draw. Or write. And I can usually do both even after pulling several all-nighters. So why am I so tired right now? It was just a ten-hour day. I’ve worked longer than this before.
Ridiculously drained right now. The day started earlier than we were told it was, and it involved a lot of physical labor. I.e, moving 50 or more folding metal chairs up and down floors as well as a dozen microwaves, hundreds of coat hangers, at least 70 pillows and blankets, etc. Then I had to deal with the 200 teenagers I had to fix the buildings I took all of that stuff out for.
So tired right now. And a really important friend came to visit last night, but I didn’t even actually see her today because of work. ;_; Bah.
THIS HEAT, YOU GUYS.
It is in the 90’s. And I am in New England, which means massive humidity 24/7. And it has remained at this heat for the entire day. Sweat does not dry in this kind of humidity, but that doesn’t stop me from doing so, and my forehead is breaking out like woah.
I am a polar bear, I am not meant for this weather.
Conference Staff Observation #01: No one will ever read your signs. EVER.
No matter how numerous or bright they are. These people tend to fall under the category of “The Hopelessly Lost.”
ARGH.
So, you know that whole thing where I was going to draw two pictures today?
Yeah. My computer is failing so hardcore, I don’t even know if I’ll be able to post this. I think I might’ve gotten a virus, despite the fact that I scan for spybots, viruses, etc. every few days and haven’t actually been downloading much of anything.
I dunno. What this means is that every program crashes within fifteen minutes to a half hour of starting (including firefox, which made writing my 750 words today fun), and Sai seems to be refusing to work at all.
I dunno. I need to get a new computer anyway, so this doesn’t really come as a surprise. It’s an old beast anyway. I’ll do total maintenance on it tomorrow and hope something good comes of it.
In the meantime, I can’t even start Sai without it crashing on me, so … no pictures. T: Hrgh.
That awkward moment where you cough up green stuff and realize that yes, you DO have a sinus infection.
A good Whovian alien will startle you.
A great Whovian alien will make you jump.
But the best Whovian alien…
…will make you scream like a little girl, and hide in your closet.
GPOY x infinity.
Be right back- injecting pure caffeine into my veins, getting toothpicks to keep my eyelids up with, and looking for Ace’s supercharged baseball bat to hide in the closet with.
