So I Am Very Angry and Remembered that I Have a Blog

'Dear' School System,

            Why are you just figuring out that Advisement might actually be worth something if we talked about something besides Homecoming votes and passed out our report cards?
            Why are we only just talking about our grades in depth and what GPA is and more importantly, what our GPA is?
Why am I just learning that my hope GPA is under a the fucking 3-point-goddamn-I-fucking-hate-college-and-I-haven't-even-gotten-there-yet-oh and it only counts five FUCKING SUBJECTS!?
My two art classes were a waste of my time.
My two creative writing classes were a waste of my time.
            MY YEAR LONG SPIN IN CONCERT BAND THAT I DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO DO IN THE FIRST PLACE WAS A WASTE OF MY TIME-of course I already knew that.
I don't want to go to college.
Like, I really, really don't.
Everyone there says it sucks.
Nobody has fun.
             The fact that most people don't even get a job they use what they got a diploma in is accepted as not only a part of life but a joke.
The fact that I'm not interested in anything marketable.
             The fact my parents think college is a magical place that will spit me out and I'll get a high-paying job in what I love no questions asked so I won't have to do hard manual labor and struggle to get by ever.
             The fact I have virtually no useful skills. At all. I'm pathetic. I look at resumes and wonder how in my life I'll ever get a goddamn job because I literally have no idea what I'd put on it.
             Why didn't anyone tell me how I was impacting my grade in 10th grade because I literally stopped giving a fuck. I didn't want the stress, and I didn't want to cry over possible C's. I didn't know what to do to keep my GPA up or really what my GPA was no one told me. I was only fucking told this year. Like, halfway last semester this year.
             And don't get me started on how I was continually told to get straight A's in elementary and middle school and-whoop-dee-doo surprise none of that actually accounts for anything fuck you and anything you're actually good at and ever were.
Which isn't fucking much now, is it?
Because what I love... is useless. Underrated, uncounted, and pointless. 
(Hell, you have sports shoved so far up your ass, school system, why don't you toss PE stuff in? I took a required personal fitness class that put me off exercise for life like years of classes have done for MATH and now is doing for science, that's a semester I'm never gonna get back, but somehow I got an A. No? Of course.)
AP drawing sounded wonderful before that was dropped on me. Now I wish I had changed it.
So did Music in Film.
But none of it matters now, does it?
Even Dad said it, I don't want to do anything marketable.
            I don't know what's wrong with me. People talking to me, or around me, feel like taking a drill to my brain, and sometimes I want to yell or something at them, but there's no logical reason for it. Usually they're just minding their own business, or trying to help or just talk to me. I recognize it's not acceptable, but... it's happening and I'd like to know what's wrong and how to fix it? Like I want to fight something in some way, really. I literally can't work up the motivation, be it positive or negative, to do shit. I hate everyone and everything and every little part of me and what I do. I want to put the world on pause for a bit.
           I've tried to talk to my parents about it, but they kinda believe that you can make (rather 'force') yourself happy no matter what. Dad throws 'coping' around a lot. I can't even tell them I'm fucking bored or Dad pretty much calls me stupid. 'Only stupid people get bored.' But, besides the point, they may make me feel better for a short time... but they kinda... don't actually... help. Like no solutions offered, just assurances. Though I guess that's the best they can do.
I'm not used to being like this.
I'm not the one that's supposed to get like this.

T.Y--fuck it.

Lily

A Reminder That I Also Draw

            Okay, so yesterday I decided to download a free version of Paint Tool SAI and have spent up until an hour ago today getting all the gunk including it off my laptop. In the process I had downloaded Paint.Net, a free art/photo-editing whatchamacallit that I had used before but it didn't do what I wanted. I ended up with the latest version and it did two things off the bat that pleased me:

1. It actually worked with my drawing tablet.
2. It had pressure detection and was no longer all pixely when I drew.

            
            The only downside is that it doesn't have much aside from paintbrush, pencil, fill, and shapes and stuff. No biggie, really. The picture above is one of my friend's OCs, Rena (she doesn't always look like that, of course... long story) and is the first thing I drew in it. I'm still new to drawing with a tablet, so I'm not the best at it, but this is the first thing that came out mostly as I wanted it. It was fun to make too!
            I may start posting more drawings and doodles as I practice with my tablet. Maybe even make it a daily thing when I get time off school, which will be soon. Christmas break is almost here!

T.Y.G.E.R.

One Month at School

Opinions:

1. I hate my Lit teacher for the first time ever.
2. My math teacher is lovely.
3. History is dull as dirt back to learning about America... for the fifth time I think.
4. Drawing is early in the day. Pros: Don't have to wait til the end of the day for it. Cons: Oh shit I'm so tired aaah...

            On another note I have so many stories and projects to chose from and I'm having issues writing anything I feel like keeping. I may start doing myNoise stuff again to get myself out of it. I'm also going to start blogging every Saturday, see how that goes. Ergh... I'm getting a bit frustrated.

Forget it.

I'm going to do the myNoise thing.

Arrrrrrrrrgh.

T.Y.G.E.R.

I Couldn't Think of Anything Else

            I wonder how many times the first word of my blog posts have been 'So.' Anyway, I've been reminded about how much it's easier for me to communicate on skype versus calling someone. Why is summed up in the following list:

1. I CAN SEE THE PERSON'S FACE. This means I don't cut people off midsentence... that happens often.
2. I can actually hear what people are fricking saying 97% of the time. Okay, I can hear people talking on the phone pretty okay, but up to a point and it drives me bonkers.
3. I can show people things. This is useful if I've drawn something.

I got to video chat my friend, and ended up talking for like two hours... hence that.
            Okay, somehow the laptop ran out of battery. It's charging now, but the light is still blinking. I'll end this here.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Character Bio: Preston Mortimer Castor

            So. Still on a block. Working on an art thing. On an Ib kick. So here's another Character Bio.
Name: Preston Mortimer Castor
Nickname(s): Pres/Presto/Princess (insult)/Dracula (insult)
Age: 17
Gender: Male 
Phys. Description: Longish white hair (used to be jet black), silver eyes, narrow face, pointed nose. He's very tall (a little over 6 ft) and lanky. His canine teeth are longer than normal, and he's just a bit sensitive about it.
Personality: He's very much a people person. He likes talking to people. He's extremely persistent when he wants to be, well, when he has a reason to. He tends to be pessimistic but acts otherwise, and is very, very concerned with what people think. He's a frequent liar, and prone to denial.
Family: 
      Brother: Calder Castor. Died in car accident.
      Sister: Amiera Livia Pollux. (Twin)Other: Ability to hear the voices of those about to die, sense a killer by touch, and break any system he can touch. Heir to a powerful company. 
Dreamworld: Luce.
Location: City.
Location Description: A decently-sized, walled-off city.
Task: Break the locks.
There you go. Until next time.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Character Bio: Catherine Parietal

            Day Two of getting jack shit accomplished. Ergh. Must find a story that I can add more than one sentence to before I move on to something else...
Even the myNoise thing is getting hard...
I'll just write another Character Bio, okay? So it's not just me whining.
Here's another OC from the story I'm working on with my friend:
Name: Catherine Parietal
Nickname(s): Cath/Cathy/Queen Catherine (As a joke.)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Phys. Description: Straight, long blonde hair dyed violet at the tips. Eyes are almond-shaped, and a matching violet color, though were originally the same blue as her mother's. About the same height as Peter Clepsydra (5'5"). Narrow-ish face, pointed chin, thin lips that rarely smile unless they need to. Wears makeup. Long fingers with well-manicured nails. Straight build, not very strong or muscular.
            I look up writing reference about this stuff online which is why it's phrased all weird in spots. It's either this or 'Blonde. Violet eyes, but used to be blue. Average height. Thin.' It's hard for me to find the right words to create the most accurate picture of what I have in mind... ugh, sorry.
...In one of the references I found 'Skittle' is apparently a body type... they give some of these the strangest names... 
Personality: The initial impression is that she's the bossiest snob you've ever met. She's competitive, acts very self-confident, and hates being ignored. Of course, first impressions are usually wrong. She is competitive, and she can be a bit bossy, but she just wants to be heard. She's an animal-lover, and very caring (if a bit nosy) when she warms up to a person. She has a quick temper but a complete inability to hold a grudge unless it's something really serious. This temper gets her into a good bit of trouble. She's very quick-witted and resourceful, and used to being self-sufficient. Being a team player does not come naturally for her unless she's in charge. (And even when she's in charge of a small group she ends up trying to everything herself or everyone to do it her way.)
Family: 
     Mother: Morgan Parietal
Other: Can read people's minds by touch, has mind control abilities, and is very skilled at running things smoothly. (From a distance.)
Dreamworld: Noct
Location: Castle
Location Description: Like the name implies, a big ol' stone castle in the middle of an island who-knows-where. Storms/rains a lot.
Task: Escape the Castle
            So there is today's post. Until tomorrow.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Blocked

            So today started out well... got all cleaned up and ate stuff and didn't sit around for hours until considering mundane things like food. Then I lazed around, looked at the clock and was shocked to see it was already two in the afternoon. So I started this.
            I have no idea what to write about... and I just nearly gave myself a heart attack nearly toppling my chair... So there's an exciting morning.
Update: I successfully toppled my chair.

Look, I may get back to this if I can think of something to write but for now I'll just stop here.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Alright... Now what?

            One in the afternoon and nothing accomplished yet... make that almost 1:30. Meh, getting to it now...
Did I mention that my blog has a weird quirk of all the text being in Comic Sans if it doesn't load properly?
It's a pet peeve of mine.
As is the LACK OF CUTE FI--OH SHIT THEY'RE BACK!
THE FISHIES ARE BACK!
I REPEAT.
THE FISHIES ARE APPEARING WHEN I LOOK AT MY BLOG!
THIS IS A GOOD DAY.
I AM HAPPY NOW.
The little things please me, okay? Virtual fish... nice fonts... finding out my mom bought cheese popcorn...
Mmm... cheese popcorn...
            Yeah, so along with this, myNoise descriptions are back to being daily, did I mention? I think I forgot to mention... that thing's been getting to be the most popular thing I've written on there...
OH.
OH WAIT.
REMEMBERED A THING.
REMEMBERED I FINISHED SOMETHING I SAID I WAS GONNA.
OH.
TO DOCUMENTS!
FUCK.
NOT THERE.
FUCK.
DID I DELETE IT?
WAIT.
I TURNED IT IN FOR A GRADE IN SCHOOL...
TO FLASH DRIVE!
IT'S THERE.
THANK GOD.
YES. FINALLY.
            Remember this stupid thing? Well guess who remembered she mustered up the motivation to get this stupid thing done so she could pass her fucking creative writing class? Answer: THIS GIRL.
I.
AM.
VICTORIOUS.
BOO-YAH.
            Ahem... yes... um, ending this here, on a high note... I still have for other tasks to do... read 10 pages out of book... work on CHatID... finish that art thing... the myNoise thing.
(Again linking to the actual myNoise website because it's wonderful and donating to it would be a good cause, I think. Even the science behind it is kinda neat... *awkward cough*)
See ya tomorrow.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Back in the Saddle... with Character Bio: Peter Clepsydra

            Alright, so one of my OCs in the story I mentioned last post is this kid. Now, because I can't think of anything else to right, a slightly cleaner bio for him.
Name:Peter Clepsydra
Nickname(s): Pete/Petey
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Phys. Description: Short, curly, reddish-blond hair and freckles. Round, bright green eyes, square-ish face, and wears braces. About 5'5" give or take, and a pretty muscular build even when the story first starts off.
Personality: Perky, enthusiastic, and easy-going. He's a bit timid as well, and apologizes compulsively. Prone to bouts of moodiness and tends to hide this from others. He often resorts to faking happiness if he has to, or lashing out when he breaks down. Likes routine, likes stability, and is fiercely loyal. A bit childish, like a big 8-year-old, most jokes and hints blow right past him. Socially awkward, and dislikes having to talk to strangers.
Family:
      Mother: Marigold 'Mari' Clepsydra. Killed in house fire.
      Father: Remus Clepsydra. Disappeared when Peter was five.
      Aunt: Hollis 'Holly' Clepsydra. Godparent. 
Other: Clairvoyant. Mathematical genius. Keeps an almost impossibly accurate sense of time. Workaholic.
            And I mentioned that each of the kids in this story was given a location and (an extremely cryptic, sometimes) task. (Also one of the four adults supervising them, called Patrons.) There were also two dreamworlds things (Luce and Noct) that end up being created by two of the eight kids with help from their Patrons. So here are those tidbits.
Dreamworld: Noct.
Location: Timepiece.
Location Description: Twelve clock towers situated in a circle   way out in the middle of a desert, and some underground living space.
Task: Watch the Clocks.
            So take from that nonsense what you will, now excuse me, I have stuff to put off for, like, an hour. See you tomorrow.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Oh... Hi. Yeah, I'm Back *Waves Casually as If I Wasn't for Nearly a Month*

            So in 0.5 seconds of my friend being here I realized that to juggle my self-imposed schedule (SPELLED IT RIGHT FIRST TIME OH MY GOD YES!) while appreciating the fact that my very best friend that I haven't seen since about last fall was here in glorious 4D was not only idiotic but would be kinda disrespectful (probably?) and I have been busy doing things with her and she might very well be coming for winter break who knows? I hope so.
So sudden hiatus was put on everything.
Not complaining, I had fun. Lost track of the days of the week. Let time stretch out.
I'm not apologizing for putting things on hold, I'm just announcing that things'll resume.
Oh and we started collaborating on a story.
            The tale behind that is interesting in itself, as it was conceived from the stupid 95% dead Homestuck RP we were doing, having just watched The Awakening on Netflix, and it being about two in the fucking morning and we decided to make a ghost hunter AU for the RP.
            The moment I sat in front of my laptop I had no idea how to go about it, so my frazzled brain went 'fuck it.' And we spent that night having decided to change the last names of her OCs and the full names of mine (I had picked them from Free Thought, Relativity, and Mind Games. And thus, those OCs have another alt version of themselves. I tend to do that a lot, not sure if it's laziness, as the characters are distinctly different, but then again even without the alt versions accounted for I have many, many, many OCs and it's hard to keep track of 'em all. Plus it's interesting exploring how the different circumstances shape the characters into almost an entirely new person. J. Jones from Relativity and Louis Callibre from Free Thought are Alt Selves and they're as different as night and day with only a few core ideals and loyalties in common. Not that I've explained their characters online yet... I will in time.
            When we finally got off of name meaning websites and finished arguing about how the fuck you pronounce 'Graeae' out loud, we got to the plot. Prepare for shitty semi-accurate but poorly-phrased summary:
            Eight kids are targeted for extraordinary abilities they possess, and four individuals that all of them are indirectly connected to are asked to figure out a way to protect them. They need to be hidden, of course, but that will only do so much. One puts forth a sort of experiment, nearly a game. Proposes the idea to make the kids into a team, and teach them how to use their ability to defend themselves. Most of them are strangers to one another, with a few exceptions. Each kid is put in an isolated location, given a task, a tool, and means to communicate with the other eight kids as well as near-constant supervision from the four. Finishing the task means finding or activating a teleportation network between the eight locations, thus being able to meet the rest in person. (The four originally thought that they would have everything sorted shortly after they completed their goal... spoilers) 
            So it's basically a bunch of teens arguing with each other and trying to use powers a few of them didn't even know hey had, or did and couldn't control or didn't want them, and four grownups trying to babysit them and trying not to get killed while trying to hunt down the person/organization responsible for the huge fucking mess. We have a lot of ideas and we're wondering how exactly this is gonna be layed out, but it's fun.
            So I wasn't totally inactive all that time, and when my friend gets back online maybe you'll be hearing more on these characters... I'll get more specific too, which will be good. 
Until tomorrow, (Finally, am I right?)

T.Y.G.E.R.

On the Internet and My Sister

            Okay, so everybody talks about my internet addiction in my family. Everyone knows that the moment the internet goes down, I will emerge two seconds later... 'Moooom.' and everyone will know why. Today, I have seen how my sister acts when this happens.
God almighty the anger issues.
Literally threatening the world at large and assigning blame to everything that moved, she stormed through the house, cursing under her breath, hitting inanimate objects.
            And I'm the addicted one. She was watching YouTube. YouTube. And she threw a fit like dad had cut out the internet as a big personal insult. Self control, kiddo! My reaction to a broken connection is a mild sense of disappointment and then I inquire upon the matter to see if it can be fixed promptly. If it can't well... tough. If it can... yay. Jokes are always made that I would crumple up and die without internet but my sister... my sister took all of .2 seconds to go on a little warpath. What the hell!
            The problem with Rose is she has no patience or ability to distinguish corrective criticism from insult. I suppose she'd rather wallow in her own righteous indignation and threaten life and limb of who dare question her evident perfection. She's lovely, yes, but often brawn over brains, like a little lion. I appreciate her confidence and take-no-shit attitude, envy it, sometimes, but like all siblings she can... be annoying. I love her though. No matter what she says out of drama-fueled theatrics.

T.Y.G.E.R.

In Which I am Confused!

            So somehow even though it was 12 AM the next day Blogger counts it as a Saturday post? Huh. Odd. Well, I count by from 12 AM to 11:59 PM. Well anyway, a new myNoise entry can be found here. For once, I have gotten everything done in an orderly fashion. I'm learning, I'm learning...
I wonder, at which point does Blogger admit that it's the next day?
... I just saw the time-stamps... 9:44?
What the hell, Blogger.
Get your shit together, man, you're hours behind!
...And where the fuck are my fish???

T.Y.G.E.R.

This Time, with Feeling!

            Okay, so now that the new myNoise entry is up, it is 12:10 AM the next day and I might as well get this outta the way while I'm awake... actually this was an excellent idea. Do the thing at the start of the day instead of waiting until the end of the night and you have hours to prattle on to your hearts desire... Jesus fuck, why didn't I think of this before?
I could do another myNoise thing now.
And not be hella rushed.
And end up neglecting my cat because OH SHIT SELF-IMPOSED DEADLINES IF I MISS THESE I'M NOT ONLY A FAILURE IN GENERAL BUT A FAILURE TO MYSELF!
And I'll be just enough on the side of sleep-deprived to be fun. I stay up until, like, 3 AM anyway, so why not?
Oh... well. Nevermind, just realized something and then realized the Parent Activity Clause on the point ranking rules state that if my parents make me do stuff I am absolved of blame for missing things on the condition that.

1. I try my hardest to recover and meet my expectations. (I did. I got to the priority stuff that is gonna be posted and it honestly slipped my mind.)
2. I work double-time to make it up. (I will.)

            The object of my forgetfulness in this case is Wicked. Which means tomorrow I WILL have to make my sorry ass sit down, shut up, and make some headway into that thing I mean jeez I should have been done with that ages ago. I have finished book seven of Harry Potter over the course of a school day, goddammit! I can do this! Anywho, points have become irrelevant at this stage, it's combos I'm concerned with.
            It always frustrates me that the more school tries to make doing something matter the more I fail to do those things. Yet there are virtually no consequences for failing here and yet I'm doing a better job than I did keeping up with my homework. I think it's because I actually give a shit. Like, sincerely. Not just in a OH JESUS FUCK I AM NEVER GOING TO COLLEGE NOW I WILL MAKE NOTHING OF MY LIFE OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD kind of way. In a This-Is-My-Passion-And-I-Will-Not-Fuck-Up-Out-Of-Laziness kind of way. 
            And did I mention that myNoise.net is the absolute best thing for anything ever? Fully endorsing it. You wanna zone out and relax? myNoise.net. You need a background noise that won't distract you while you do shit? myNoise.net. Stuff to help put babies to sleep? Literally has a thing designed specifically for that here.
It's. Lovely.
And there are no ads anywhere. You're not gonna be half-asleep and suddenly HEY YOU CAR INSURANCE COKE BANG ZOP BAM ANTIDEPRESSENT BLAH BLAH THING STUFF BUY! while you practically punch a hole through the screen trying to get it to shut up.
Lookin' at you DeviantArt, with your random, sometimes not even loaded sound ads.
Yeah I'm very tired now, can't you tell?
But I'm having fun, so hush.
... I think I've gushed about that enough... moving on.
            With my friend visiting there will be some small flubs in the system and keeping up may get harder, but I think I can manage. I'm really looking forward to seeing her you have no idea. We tried to set something up for spring break, but it didn't happen... so it's fantastic that she's coming over now. At times I was worried, but it's finally all falling into place! I can't wait!
I need to cut this off, it's getting long... see ya.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Short, Sweet, and to the Point

            Alright, I'm going to make this fast because my parents made me watch a movie with them. It was a good movie, but a loooong movie, so I'm a little more crunched for time than usual. My own damn fault, I guess. My friend's coming over tomorrow. Oh and mom just donated to myNoise so now I have unlimited access!

T.Y.G.E.R.

On a Friend and an Art Thing

            My friend is coming over in the immediate future!!!! I'm really excited! We've been talking about this for months now and it's finally happening and it's great and kinda unreal... And my birthday is in two weeks! So she'll probably get to stay for that. Which is brilliant!
            I'm also halfway done with the background for that Art Thing I'm working on... Time-consuming but worth it... And I still have about three other things to get to after this.
I did this to myself.
I decided this was a good idea.
Sigh.
I'll get back to this when I get done... maybe.

Doing the Art Thing Again

            So I started another art thing. Not like I had stuff to do, right? Right. Well, this one is of John Masque, one of my OCs that I have been thinking about quite a bit lately. I have the person part done, now all's that's left is the background... I'm thinking... this is the second portrait-type thing I've done with a character associated with the color red... perhaps I'll do two more OCs associated with orange... and so on throughout the spectrum. That sounds like fun. 
As much as I'd like to prattle on, Sherlock season 3 awaits. See you tomorrow.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Reasons Why Taking My Computer for a Week to Make Me 'Live My Life' is a Terrible Idea, Mom and Dad

1. My writing is on here. And shush, I have been writing frequently.
2. DID I NOT MENTION I WAS ON A GODDAMN SCHEDULE THAT IS 99% WRITING AND, YOU GUESSED IT, REQUIRES THIS.
3. The internet is my addiction, not my computer itself.
4. I do still have to post some shit online so that's not a good call either.
5. Scratch that, YouTube is my addiction. There's the root of the problem, do with that information what you must. (I feel like I have revealed my greatest weakness to the enemy, oh god...)
6. I HAVE STUFF I CAREFULLY PROCRASTINATE DOING THERE IS A DELICATE BALANCE THAT KEEPS IT IN PLACE STOP TRYING TO FOIL IT.
7. Stop telling me 'You're being such a typical teenager' what're you trying to do, make me an ADULT?
8. I can only take so much outside a week. My current quota is two times... maybe three, if they're spaced kinda far apart. And If I have knowledge of it in advance, perhaps four... maybe. Do not pull the 'family bonding' shit on me, either, because that's pretty much like shouting 'Cristo!' at a demon or 'Vet!' to a pet. I do love you, and I do like being with you, but I am now a teenager after all, so words like that my brain has an allergic reaction to that I kinda can't control.
9. Please do not scoff at me and pull the 'we're your parents and you do what we say' card because I am willing to brave the outside world... up to a point. Please do not say 'we're going outside and doing ALL the things and you are going to talk to people and...' because that freaks me the fuck out. Seriously, don't make fun. It does. 
10. I apologize for minor swearing but I have in the past and I know my dad reads this (though I'm not sure I want him to read this he might get offended though I don't know how...) and hasn't told me to stop swearing in these posts so... meh.

T.Y.G.E.R.

I Was Going to Get to This Sooner... but Sherlock Happened

            The downside, of course, to daily blogging, is that you end up writing about jack shit just for the sake of sticking to routine. And routine gets hard, when you discover that Season Four of Sherlock is on Netflix. Which is what I was doing. That and food. Sorry.
Again, I promise I will start doing these earlier, so I feel I have more time to spend on them.
Again, I promise that content of more worth than this will grace this blog sometime tomorrow.
But please, don't raise your expectations just yet.
Thank you, and goodnight.

T.Y.G.E.R.

Another Quality Post (Sarcastic Edition)

            Today has been uneventful. Tried to do the bit of Free Thought I first tried to start the story at, and it turned out half-decent. Drew a few reference sketched in my journal for an OC. That's about it. I've kinda put this off for too long, so this is going to be ended about here. Exactly here, in fact. See ya.

T.Y.G.E.R.

One Week Done

            A week into The Schedule (one day, I will spell that word correctly without the aid of spell-check, but today is not that day) and 178.5 points counted, as soon as I do the myNoise entry for today. Combos haven't been broken, which is good. And it's nice to have something to do everyday... something I genuinely like doing, too. I think I might do something for myself when I reach a thousand points... buy a Scalemate off What Pumpkin or something with my birthday money... speaking of which, yay! That's in a couple weeks and I should get thinking on that as it is my 16th consecutive celebration and that is more special than usual for some reason... 
            And I have been working on a proper story instead of just reference and planning faff! Granted, it's not something I felt I was supposed to be doing but shut up I am having fun and don't think it's complete shit like the first two attempts at starting Free Thought. (One was 20% an overlong rant and one was just really slow and boring.) Which is brilliant! I suppose I should start writing the parts of a story I find interesting at the time rather than the bit I feel it's 'supposed' to be about. I should really stop trying to find the 'beginning' of Free Thought and just take it bit by bit... starting tomorrow because that's what Mondays are dedicated to.
            That's about all I have to speak of at the moment... Stuff is actually getting done, I'm still not totally used to this... Until tomorrow,

T.Y.G.E.R.