Dear Die-ary...

Heh, the title of this post is my family motto. Weird. Anyway, go here for one of those magic-crush things. It's fun! And funny...

Now anyway, yesterday evening, it was decided that I would EAT AGAAAAAIN. *stop* On TV there's that annoying advert... "Put the lime in the coke, you nut..." *unstop* Anyway, yes, 45 hours of starvaaaation was enough. Maybe. So eating I am. Probably. Mmmyep. In other random news, I'm making a game, so one day I might put it up here. I'm using Klik and play to make it. Hoorah. Also, devout 'fans' might notice I have changed the title of this blog from 'Thingy' to 'Dear Die-ary...' That was because I was bored of the old title. 'Thingy'... hardly a crowd-attractor is it?

Anyway, yesterday I went to the same animation classes that I went to in the Summer. We had not much time there, 3 hours to be exact. To start with, we were all talked through the same information as before. "Now, what does animation mean?" I mean, it was pretty darned pointless. We were also told that no one gets 'the jump' correct the first time. Um... I did? Huh. But so, my first animation this time starred GoatBoy.
^That's a sh1tty 5-second quick drawing I did on MSN. Yep. I know it's sad, but I store every picture I draw on MSN. Including the cross-dressing Jem one:

What? MSN doesn't have a paint-filler tool. Nikki, I bet you remember that pic. It was to 'celebrate' non-uniform day, and the fact I dress(ed) like Dib... for some reason. BACK TO THE SUBJECT. So, the animation consisted of GB standing on the edge of a cliff. He breathes in, and then runs and jumps off. He falls. And falls. Then he lands head-first in the sand below. How nice! However, just as I finished drawing it, and was ready to animate it, time ran out. So, damn. There's always next week... If I remember.

My Mom dragged me on a pointless walk. It was only 30 minutes, but that was beside the point. I warned her that it would be likely that I would have a MIGHTY NEED on the way. But she wouldn't listen, naturally. So, Dad dragged us to the middle of nowhere, then left us to walk back over dangerous roads near full-up pubs. And, wouldn't you know it, after about 5 minutes I needed the bathroom. Pretty bad. I TOLD her to bring a mobile, but the bloody dozy mare thought that was a stupid thing to do. And so, walking and walking, needing the bathroom. I would've ran, but that would've been worse. But yes, I made it. I made it in time. Time is good.

Not much interesting has happened, as you can tell. Oh, the power of pictures. They fill a lot of space.