SEE. THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I DON'T WANT TO MAKE PROMISES. Promises are made to be broken, duhr. WHAT PART OF THAT DON'T I UNDERSTAND, WTF.

That said, updates are unlikely, as I am an inept fool who's about to dive into a pool of blood. Simply put, I can't draw much anymore to save my life. College is draining me fast. Fuck you, several college blockmates. YES YOU PEOPLE. FUCK YOU. WHAT PART OF COLLEGE CAN YOU NOT DIFFERENTIATE FROM HIGH SCHOOL? I can't fathom how indolent you people are. Good thing you guys are ignorant, foolish little morons, because that way, I know that I'm at a higher -- no -- way, WAY higher echelon than you pitiful beings. Egads, such despicable creatures are not meant to be called humans!

*breathes in* Vruuuuuuu. Now that it's all out, pardon me for being so antsy and shit about seemingly petty things.

If anyone still reads this, poke me at my art journal, my Multiply site, or my personal journal if the need for me arises. (Though I highly doubt that. Who the hell needs someone who's always absent? )

PS. On a hilarious note, I update this journal exactly three months after. Lol-worthy.