Okay, so apparently death makes one more active. I guess I know how zombies feel now. Being dead really has an effect on ones creativity, be it drawing, writing, or singing and dancing. 'Tis refreshing, truely, to have all those blocks removed almost completely.

I also have more epiphanies, though I'm not certain how relevent they are. Like how I get an idea, but it's right in the middle of something, like a story. Or how much of a loser I am. It's sad really, but it happens. And it has happened before, many, many times. I just chose not to say anything about it, until now.

Funny how things work out...

But whatever. I suppose that this really has no point, other than I was bored and my attention was torn between watching a movie, listening to music, and wishing that Laura was here so she could bolster my creativity again. But other than that, it has absolutely zero value or importance to anyone but me, so I should probably go do something that induces more productivity, like clean or vegging out on the couch drawing while I finish watching my movie. Or finding some way to get Laura over here... Hum, the possibilities...

Well, now that I've said whatever it was that I set out to say, I'm going to go find something to keep myself entertained while not thinking about the homework and assignments that I missed for the four days of school I was absent.

Ja Ne~!