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So I've started making two new characters. I'm not putting them in Alpha Omega or Ravensburg Waltz or Ultraviolet. I just wanted to have fresh characters around.

Well okay. That's a lie. One of them is an old character I made for something that he didn't exactly get into, so I sort of abandoned him. So I gave him a recolor and a different outfit. His name's Ambrose Lecroix. I don't even remember if his last name means anything or if it's just French-sounding gibberish. He can spontaneously generate most foodstuffs and some drinks.

The other girl doesn't really have a name yet. Her outfit is vaguely punkish and consists mostly of black and pink and green. She has an undecided hair color (either black or red, either way it's in a ponytail) and one scarred eye that doesn't have an iris. The other one is red. Also stockings.

No real idea what I'm going to do with them, like I said. I guess I just missed having characters around that didn't have a place. Or maybe it's a way of me telling myself that I want to do another roleplay.

I don't know.

Assorted Thoughts

Have you ever been halfway through typing your password to enter a site and then you realize that's not who you are anymore?

I don't understand the adventure update for Minecraft. Isn't the point of the game creation, not to become the exact same RPG everything else is? Minecraft is a sandbox game. It's a game where you dig a mine to find diamonds. It's a game where you use those diamonds and make a new pickaxe out of them, so you can mine harder. Mine faster. Mine better.


You know, it's sad, but I only actually have one part of Alpha Omega that I'm willing to show anyone. There's only one part that I think is good, one part that I'm satisfied with. And that's Godrick's death scene.

I passed Camp NaNoWriMo by because I'm not someone who can come up with a plot off the top of their head, and I forgot it existed until the starting date.

What do you do when you treat someone like crap and then they think that it's because everything they do is wrong? How do you convince them that it really IS you that's being such a douche, and it has nothing to do with their behavior?

Senior year is quickly approaching, and I don't know how I'm going to handle it. I don't even remember half the classes I signed up for. Why did I sign up for Advanced Art? I'm terrible at drawing. And painting. And using charcoal. And digital art. And being creative. I can write. That's about it.

If I could learn proportions without having to relearn realism first that would be nice. I hate realism most of the time, especially still lifes. Art is an escape from reality. Why confine yourself to what you see?

Why can't the Xbox be original? The Kinect came out at least five years before as a PlayStation attachment called the EyeToy. And from what I've heard the EyeToy was more sensitive to movement. Hmm.

Bohemian Rhapsody is a good song to have stuck in your head.

Alpha dog and o-o-omegalomaniac-ac-ac, ac-ac, alpha dog and o-o-omega, mega-lo, welcome to the new deja vu, I can almost see the wizard through the curtains

I'm going to miss the seniors. Heck, I already do. Nobody's going to miss me...

I wish I had time for Orchestra again. And I kind of wish I could sing. And that Mr. Heeren hadn't hated me and kicked me off the flute.

Even if I'm dead to the rest of the world, I know there's one person that cares about me, no matter what. And it isn't my other. It isn't even my best friend. It's someone I met back in eighth grade because she was a friend of a friend. And I think she's the most caring person I've ever met in my life. I wish I were more like her.

I probably like ground, rock, and steel-type Pokemon because they're stable. Tyranitar, Nidoking, Aggron, Mawile, Rhydon, Metagross, Sandslash, Golem, Kabutops, Rampardos, Anorith. Hmm.

I wish I had the power to make America not suck for anyone.