Dear Die-ary...

I couldn't think of a name for this post, so called it Post #61 (you can check for yourself). Up there's a piccy of Tak. With some ribs. Ready to throw at Zim. Speaking of pictures, I'd have one at the end, but the internet keeps closing everytime I add a second picture (even if I delete the first). Right now my Dad's drinking tea or coffee, some brown liquid substance anyhow. And every so often I hear these loud gulping sounds behind me. It annoys me, and makes me feel sick. I want to throw something at him.

I would have posted yesterday, only I started my Teacher's Pet Hate comic last night. It's going to be about 2 or 3 pages long. So far, after 3 hours of drawing, I managed to do 1 page. I wanted to die for the inproductivity. Moreover on comics, I had to go to a skool magazine meeting today. Only, I was told 5 minutes before the meeting that I had to be there. I'm always late to get to skool, and Charlie had the lovely honest heart to tell me that I never listen, so miss out on things. Oh, and by the way, since I'm late, I never hear these announcements. Thank you, Charlie! I never knew I had the ability to hear something in my class from my Mom's car! Anyway, I got to my meeting. It was very short. Then Hannah steps up and announces that I'm going to be doing a very long Vampeep comic. Joy! More work for me to do without knowing it! Alas, when I'm an animator I'll have more work to do, so I must get used to it, I guess.

End of post now, so imagine a picture of Zim...

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