Welp, whoops.

I recently got a free app which is not so free for my iPad... it's called Paper by Fiftythree and it starts out with a free brush but all the other brushes and pens were too damn enticing so I bought them all... Please don't judge me. I know, I am a piece of shit.

WELP, this week, or day, or uhh, whatever, will feature some of my recent artworks on this app. I actually love this app, I think I am addicted. Someone stop my artist-ness (pronounced "art-ee-st"). *sigh*

COLLECTION

I think I'm gonna call this collection "Null", so it'll be "Collection Null" cuz it sounds cool. Don't hate on me. 

Procrastinasian

TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY! SOMEONE GIVE ME A MEDAL.

I feel like this one is sort of a cheatskies post, cuz I've already presented this elsewhere and stuff, but too bad, my writing space, my rules.

Procrastinasian

*A­cting all innocent*

Uhm, miss, yesterday, I was really busy and I couldn't finish my WIT essay because I didn't have enough ti-*crazy noise*

WHOA WHOA WHOA whoa whoa...

Did I just hear what I just heard? Yeah, hello, little angel guy on the shoulder here speaking

What was that bullshit you just hit your teacher with?
Didn't have enough time? Didn't have enough time? Didn't have enough TIME?! My goodness, the ridiculousness of that statement 

So you're telling me, yesterday, while you spent the hours perusing videos of crazy cat, in hats doing satirical acts, saying "That was tight", not once did you exit that YouTube website, you filthy LIAR.

Honestly man, I thought better of you. But you're just like the others, stuck in a procrastinator's loop, shackled in these chains of time wasting constrains, while you frantically search for the remains of your own sanity. You say, "I'll do it later," but you and I both know that later's a never. Every minute you consume from the time you procrastinate, is one minute crumbling away. In the moment, it's all cool, but eventually the thrill of the activity dies down, it's 1 A.M and you feel like a fool. Having not touched anything but that track pad tool, clicking through useless link after link, you've wilted away yet another day, trying to formulate your own tilted mindset. It's getting pretty difficult, I bet.

And with this, you have the audacity to announce that you didn't have enough time, when the teacher provided you with ample amounts of it with the hours spent in class, accounting for the weeks already wasted away behind your auspicious desires and that computer screen, with its alphanumeric display.

Procrastination doesn't seem all that bad right? It's alright; I'm having fun right now so I'll be bright? But it's like a traitor, binding to your mind, an idea of self worth and power, that time is on your side and you control every hour. Then it lets you down, punches you in the face, and turns you around, to the reality of it all, a world where you'll chip away at your own mind, until you've reached a point in time, when there's nothing left to chip away at.

Brotha, I'm just trying to help out here, because you and I, we're in this together, ya know? So listen carefully. I've got a secret tip for you. Next time you're saying, "Oh, just one more YouTube video, no biggie," remember that one video clip can turn into 2, 10 or 50. The time you put to waste, could have been time used well by a doctor or scientist, to make haste with putting some goodness back into the world we deem a terrible place. Now go forth, BE that doctor, BE that scientist to be an activist, not for what you've done, but what you can become, if you step away from procrastinations thievery and into further productivity.  

Slam poem, gr. 11. This shows my rap writing skills. Someone sign me. 

What the hey...

I realized I haven't written in this thing for a while. Why am I starting again? Don't ask, don't tell.

I feel like today will be the double post day. I mean, I say that every week but today, I actually have things to write about. WHAAAT NOOOOOOO!? It's true. Hold your horses amigos, writing's writing. 

I recently enrolled in a war. Now, to fight in a war, you've gotta choose a side, right? I had to debate between joining the Legion or joining the Stormcloak. At first glance, those two are sexy ass names, no lie. But I thought the Legion was a cooler name, cuz it's all epic and whatnot. But I'm usually one for the underdog so BAM, Stormcloak it was for me, and they're for like revolution and all the jazz, so I like revolutions. Stormcloaks it was. 

If you haven't figured out by now, I'm talking 'bout a game, not an actual war, you silly goose. I've also recently figured out that you can gain an innumerable amount of ANYTHING in this massive game called Skyrim. Press "`" key on the keyboard and it brings up console commands. Type in "tgm", turns on god mode. Type in "tcl", turns off collision (which basically means you can go through anything). Type in "psb", you gain all the spells shouts and whatever else you want/need. 

I've basically built the ultimate character that shoots exploding fireballs and also flames, FROM HIS BARE HANDS. 

Now you might be saying I'm a cheater, but shut up. I am a cheater. Deal with it. Thug lyfe, uh, no rules, rebel, living in the hood, representing the minority, what? Minority, hood? Okay... 

I think I'm winning in this war... I empty a full camp of enemy soldiers in like 30 seconds. Don't know if that's good or bad, but I think that's a good thing, well, from my perspective. 

Also I'm writing this post in sadness. The person who made me sad will know why I'm sad. Ask them. 

Damn, I'm so boring. I've actually got nothing to write. I see all these other people with their long ass blog posts and I'm just herpderping here with like two lines. Oh well, I compensate for it by providing you all with a beautiful Paint picture, right? RIGHT?!

Says the electron ironically, as the Bromide is being ionized by Chlorine. 

Did I just post a chemistry comic? Someone come and sock me in the jaw. I deserve it. 

Nincompoop. That's my word of the day. I'm bringing it back, whaddup. So, nincompoop.