Yeah, so I broke the streak. I was watching Inception with my dad okay?! I can't do this, writing stuff every day is HARD. But it lasted for twenty-three posts. That's much longer than I expected! Let's try for every other day, just so I have time to let myself not worry about this thing. I started this for fun and I want to keep it fun, and lately things have just seemed to get crappier and crappier.
And no one wants that.
On another note, I AM SO ANGRY I THINK I MIGHT CRY.
You know how I said my pen stopped working unless pressure sensitivity tests were on?
NOW IT DOESN'T EVEN DO THAT!
I replaced a pen tip. I put in a new battery. IT HATES ME NOW AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!
It's a beautiful display of karma, or perhaps irony, that this would happen RIGHT after I whine about not having Photoshop, and my dad and I have this talk about working with what you have and he wants to see me drawing on it more before he starts feeding my 'give the mouse a cookie' nature and come back all 'Yeah! I'm going to do that thing!' All motivated and happy. And it doesn't work. As far as I know, it's not the Tablet. The tablet acknowledges that it is coming in contact with the pen.
Admittedly, my first thought was 'ROSIE!' because she nudged it earlier and I was worried because the pen, sadly, is delicate and the whole big sticker saying LEAVE PEN TIP UNTOUCHED WHEN NOT IN USE that I left on there. But it's been knocked around quite a bit, and it makes a cruel sort of sense that they would make the pen that comes with it to break so you have to buy a new one. A replacement is only ten dollars or something BUT THAT'S A DODGY TRICK AND I DON'T LIKE IT.
(...dodgy...?) Nevermind.
Now I am afraid to ask if I can buy a new pen with my birthday money because I JUST AGREED TO A LECTURE ABOUT DEALING WITH WHAT YOU GOT! And now I've got a... yep, still not working pen and I tablet I WANT to use. UNIVERSE WHY TODAY?! WHY WITH THIS!?
I genuinely hate everything right now.
And I feel bad for being mean to Rosie.
She takes that stuff way too hard.
T.Y.G.E.R.
I don't have much to write about today, besides the fact we're visiting my Aunt Becky's house for Uncle Andy's birthday. Which pretty much means I'll be ending up swimming and being off my face tired when I get back, so I might as well get this out of the way now.
My birthday is in twelve days, and I'll be fifteen. I guess that's something. I can start learning to drive and... what else can fifteen-year-olds do? Be older, I guess. Feel a bit more teenager-y.
Gosh, I have absolutely nothing to wr-
Oh yeah.
Oz.
We went to see it yesterday. I know it's been out awhile and I was all 'meh' about it at the time. I don't get worked up about that stuff. But I thought Oz was brilliant. It had places I recognized from the original movie with Dorthy, Tinman, etc, and it kept the whole black and white to color thing. Ugly Evanora scared the crap out of me (and she wasn't all that attractive to begin with anyway.) And it explained how the Wicked Witch of the West and her sister came into the story and why exactly Oz had to go through such efforts with the smoke-and-mirrors display. And it may or may not have had an appearance of the Cowardly Lion. And I was reminded of Return to Oz, an old movie I can't for the life me remember what happened after Dorthy (who was actually closer to the age she is in the books, which is why I remember preferring it over its predecessor.) got into Oz. I'll watch it again later. God, I haven't seen that movie in a bazillion years...
So that's my opinion on that.
So here's a post that actually isn't really, really long. I might add something to it if I feel up to it when I get back. But probably not. Goodbye for now,
T.Y.G.E.R.
