Stringing up lyrics for slinging my spirit, yet singing is derived from my failure

[nearlysnapping]

I learned my lesson from evil slow computer. I's writing this in notepad, then for to the copy and also the paste. Anywho, where I left off, our heroine was battling for her life atop mount highness and she was coming face to face with her deepest darkest fears. So, I ended up missing my first Java class, inadvertently because or Airon. We failed to meet at a prespecified time, and he also failed to retrieve my cellphone from the house of the girl he slept with for no reason. So, I think I've gotten to the point where I'm actually mad, though mostly circumstantially. Anywho, I have two point five hours inbetween WGD and Java, which as prior I discovered wasn't enough time for me to go home and do anything, so I will have to always be killing time. But I also figgered that it's just enough time to go into oakland to eliote/airons house for a few mins and then back again. Luckily, she said sarcastically, air was not home, though I later discovered that it didn't matter since he failed to get my phone. So I had a taco and said my farewells to a writing courtney and a topless eliote. Then the beautiful delicious rain threatened to make me wet on the long walk from eliotes abode to the 501 stop (lest I see a 54C, which I of course did not). So twenty minutes and me soaked later, I arrived on the scene of a mass exodus to the land of Bethanys Education. I missed the damn bus, and it reminded me of when I used to sprint for a 71A, down and across lawns, over walls and whatnot. Sprinting did me no good, for I missed the bus anyway. For anyone who does not know, a 501 comes very infrequently, something like every 50 or 60 minutes. This bus should have gotten me there 5 minutes early, but I would have really been ten or fifteen minutes late because I would have had to walk to the main building, ask for a new schedule and try to find the location of my class because I had never been there before. I was already then planning to be up to half an hour late, and on the first day of classes, I've learned, we usually get out fairly early. So for a 3.5 hour class, I intially was going to miss 1 hour. That's 28.6%, which isn't too bad. But the next bus, arriving in approximately an hour would accordingly knock off another hour of my class time. That, sirs, is 57.2%, which is a considerable amount. Plus, my bustop conveniently had nowhere that you could both sit out of the storming pouring sheets of rain and also accurately look for a bus, so I deposited davvs check and also bought myself some inking pens, since I somehow had an extra fifty in my account. I decided to go back to eliotes, since at this time I'm still under the impression that air has my phone, and I simply need to meet up with him. Long story short, I worked on F&P with eliote for a while, almost thoroughly distracting him from his homework (remember when I was a junior and you were a freshman? Oh how things have changed, little man . . . ) and getting some cool shots of Etius, though I'm sure none of you care since I got no love for posting the first two comics. Anyway, I packed up my things, much of which was left there in the past, and teresa drove me home. At home, I saw natalie, who I hadn't seen in a while. She's the only one in my family who isn't mad at me for this stupid back thing. If I haven't explained this in a previous post, I'm sorry, but here's the condensed version. I used my moms card for a $35 purchase which was to be paid back in a week. Somehow, another $115 was also taken out and my mother is overdrawn. This ended up somehow being my fault, and so I had to borrow an obscene amount of money from davv and I left it on my moms pillow with an angry/sad note. But the cool thing is that I had to bike to a mac machine in the middle of the night. I lied. That wasn't a cool thing. So I think I'll go watch some outlaw star, which is like bizarro cowboy bebop. Yea, so I probably have more to say, but I'll torture you not. And if I feel like putting F&P back up again, show some damn love. It's not only hard to write and draw, but I am putting a piece of myself out on display and it's just being ignored. It sucks. A lot.
Alright, this is where I say
Nice DreamS