Laser Beams

No, this post has nothing to do with laser beams...

Unfortunately. ↨

Anyway, I finished my Inking of SkullKid, and Good news, it's AWFUL!

It's just bad, man. Don't try to say otherwise. The Moon blows. But oddly enough, a girl in my class asked if I was going to keep it. She said if I didn't want it that she would love to have it. What the hell. It's bad, dude... And to top off that sundae of inadequacy, it made me feel like my first ink piece (Dubstep, Boom!) was even WORSE. ◄

Working on Chapter 4. There's just so much going on, like forgetting to sign up for orientation and forgetting to pay for cap and gown and forgetting to get lunch money and worrying about gas and worrying about a job and forgetting to worry about homework and things of that nature.

On an odd note, I saw this movie called Willow at my cousins' house. I didn't actually WATCH it, BUT I've heard at least 3 jokes the past week about it. Aziz Ansari made a joke about it in his stand-up, Psych made a reference, and some weird person who decided to stalk me on Twitter made a joke with it. Is it a good movie? Is it so awful that it's funny? I don't know. But I do know that there is a moody black midget is in it.

On that note, it seems that I should share something with you. The first thing I am forced to endure at school is a class called A.P. Literature. Now, this class is usually pretty cool, as I am into Literature (obviously) and things of that nature.

So last night, we read this quirky little story called "A Good Man is Hard to Find" by some 50's (The second thing to pop into my head after I see 50's is bacon...) lady. It was a tale of this obnoxious family trip to Georgia with their annoying and ignorant grandmother and how they all die. It was meh. But the important thing to know is that the Grandmother called this little black kid a n*****. Seeing the time period and how old she was, it made sense that the Grandmother would say it, as if it were common. This caused some people to have poop baby over the origins of this.

Specifically... well, we'll call her Clora. After about a good ten minutes of wasted time, my teacher, the hipster-poster woman for the world Mrs. Feldman is getting hilariously annoyed. Clora even asks our librarian about the origin of it and when it became offensive. Does it matter?! SERIOUSLY. It's offensive now, and was it ever really a compliment? Can I call you ridiculously hideous? No, it's offensive.

Clora trudges on with questions pulled seemingly from a retards book of retard quotes. She asks our librarian if calling black people colored people was offensive.

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You gave GOT to be joking me. But it's not over. LATER she tells us that she resents the blood drive going on at school tomorrow for using us. She says they take advantage of us. So, let me get this straight:

Motivating kids to SAVE LIVES through giving blood by getting them OUT OF CLASS and giving them a COOKIE is wrong. 

Through this, I have determined that Clora hates everyone with cancer, and paints with puppy blood every Sunday morning. 

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Sometimes I wonder.

On another note, if you are looking for a cheaper means of reading Pat Rothfuss's series, his second came out in paperback. Check it out here.

Before I go, this is Blondie's new art project.

The words are Gaelic. Yes, the Gaelic word for air is aer.

P90X time, week two. Cake is the enemy.

Uhhhhhhh Please help promote my Blog! Twitter, however despised by me, is a useful advertiser. Just use the hashtag #EclecticismforPleasure and spread the word! I really appreciate it. Also, if someone would let me know which chapter I showed last I'd be happy to put up the next one in anticipation for chapter 4.

"My pet jellyfish are hungry"

♥, Me.