Excuse me for updating so-dang-fast once again. I never used to do this bullshit. Journals are quite bullshit. But I guess they're here because they work. And I'm going to use them too.

Short notice on things; Anything mentioned in my journals is what I don't mind discussing, so feel free and relaxed at wanting to know more. If I didn't want to discuss it I'd write this on bits of paper stored in a loose brick in my wall or something. Even though my walls are plaster. Heh.
Aside from that, journals help me form my ideas. They also serve as a type of promise, the kind you're not putting up-front but also don't like to break.
This also goes for the ranting and self-hatred/self-pity and self-whateveryoumaythinkof. It's here because I either need someone to smack the shit out of me and help me get a grip, or to ask for honest critique on a situation. This ain't no myspace, and while my writings may very occasionally seem related to attention-whoring myspacers, my goals are also a lot more pure. And look up the fucking meaning of "journal", jackasses. If you don't like what you read, there's a handy option in devwatch that allows you to turn off journal updates for your inbox per user. Because I don't feel like making an effort for something so tiny, I'm not adressing the 6 people this is directed to directly. Your own call.


On cheerier matters.
It has recently come to attention that I have grown up. I need my own habitat and the only person I can stand to intrude on that, is my girlfriend. With her, I have not a care in the world for my room. Till she tries moving shit around. Which she doesn't thankfully <3.

In any case. I need to move out. This one little room is not for me to work in, and I need to start finding my own place to live. Maybe with some mates to split the costs? Anyone got any ideas, hit me up.
Pim, I could use some help on how the fuck you're doing it anyway

I need to learn how to map. This is something damn near no-one at our school does, and a role I'm willing to take. Also because it'd boost my ego.
I need to model better for this to be possible.
I need to seriously fuckin' draw better. Grindgrindgrind. VanHeist is never wrong. Never.
And I need to make roughly 1000 euros in these 9 weeks too. Fuck my life.


ANYWAY. Busybusybusy.

EDIT: So apparently one of my cats died about three weeks ago, and only now do I hear about it.

...
Fuck.

When I looked at his brother, Fritz, today, I could actually see hate, anger and sadness in his eyes. In a cat.

Man....

Rest in peace Fidél...