The Obscure

Hey hey everybody, I'm at Taylor's house. I'm pretty sho' the DSL at my house has now, fully, completely, and irrevocably been taken away from me so from now on I doubt I shall be updating more than just weekly or so, being as... you know, I'll have no internet access save that which I steal from my friends. It'll join the ranks of the things I mooch: Money, Love, Food, Soda, etc..etc.. and now this.
Taylor is currently doing a geometry project that I am "helping" with. He wanted me to use my cartooning "skills" to assist him in this massive geometry comic that he is making; I was supposed to do a lot of the drawing. Unfortunately I came here uber late as a fault of my mom's needs and my own lack of responsibility, and he had already finished drawing the majority of the strip. Our drawing style's differ enough now that it is difficult for us to collaborate on the El Constructiono of El Aforementioned-Comic-Strips-o. I am fluent in several languages. All of which are fictional.

My bitterness about current situations of which you are all aware has now entirely ceased to be. It's been coming to and fro, but as of now my only problems are those that come with having the brain I do, and not with losing the things I have now lost. So y'all can light a candle of joy fo' dat. Cause this is pretty sweet.

If I may quote the great street poet, Tim "Baron" Von Chubs, "Who let the Dogs out?!"

Have a good one chums, thank you for all the support I have recieved hitherto and that I will recieve hereafter.

PS. Taylor should be updating his Comic site with some Comics in a while, give it a check, he tells you in his own words. I know it's been a while but bear with him, he's Quee.

*Edit*
It seems once again my parents have decided to endanger whatever social standing I did have by allowing me to go online for half an hour tonight. It was at my request, but still.
You know what I hate? When you go into the bathroom, and you catch a look at yourself in the mirror and you think, "Man, I'm not entirely unattractive." you know? and you actually think for a fleeting second that you may in some form or fashion be 'attractive', and there is No Member of the Opposite Sex around to show off to. Except your mom, but that doesn't do anything for your self esteem, she's always gonna say you are "handsome" or "sharp" anyway.
God I'm a loser.
Posting lyrics to Harvest again. It embodies my mood so often, I'm sorry.
This goes out to all you lovers out there, keep on lovin' baby.

Neil Young- Harvest

Did I see you down
in a young girl's town
With your mother in so much pain?
I was almost there
at the top of the stairs
With her screamin' in the rain.

Did she wake you up
to tell you that
It was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up,
let me fill your cup
With the promise of a man.

Did I see you walking with the boys
Though it was not hand in hand?
And was some black face
in a lonely place
When you could understand?

Did she wake you up
to tell you that
It was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up,
let me fill your cup
With the promise of a man.

Will I see you give
more than I can take?
Will I only harvest some?
As the days fly past
will we lose our grasp
Or fuse it in the sun?

Did she wake you up
to tell you that
It was only a change of plan?
Dream up, dream up,
let me fill your cup
With the promise of a man.

Uh... that's all I got for now. Y'all have a fun night, y'hear? Gimme a comment or DIE I say, DIE!