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April 19th 2025
Dear Diary--I mean Dear Blog...Well shit, it's basically the same thing since nobody goes on my website anyways. Good lord...Where do I even start.
First of all, I can't have my phone for 5 years for reasons I dont wanna get to. But the thing is I was producing a cartoon on there. Now all my little cartoon-making elves are gonna be so confused, wondering why their leader has abandoned them :( My dad is mad at me right now, and I only have three dollars to my name. Three dollary-doos! Plus my grades are starting to fail. Fml. Something else fucked up will probably happen, like, next week. I can predict the future. Like the simians or whatever the hell it's called. Right now I really have a strong urge to go out and do things. I want to travel around on my electric scooter. I want to go out and go to random fast food resteraunts and buy monster energy and go to the playground and just explore, really. I don't have any money, but I'd really like to earn money. I want to arrange a lemonade stand, but I know when I ask either of my parents they'r e gonna hit me with "Your job is getting good grades!!" That argument would be valid if getting paid for good grades was a thing!! Why are they so against me having a way to get money in my free time? They let my little brother get money. He sells toys that he makes with clay. my 10 YEAR OLD BROTHER has a steady source of income and I don't. That's fucked up!! Oh yeah, and now everybody in my family is mad at me. Oh well. 34 more days of bullpuckey and I'm free to do what I want...under "reasonable circumstances." If you ever want to contact me, my pinterest account is https://www.pinterest.com/waxingibbonz/ in case you ever want to DM me for anything. Either that, or you use my guestbook, but that's kind of public. But yeah, right now pinterest is the only social media I have access to for the next 5 years at least.
I decided to make an autobiogriphal comic about my expiriences as a student, and me learning my lesson about DISRUPTING!!!! I made this comic to show that I've learned my lesson, and will not be DISRUPTIIIIIINNNGGGGG the class anymore. Wait!! The word "the" could be misinterpereted as a deep web dogwhistle for animal abuse and baby eating!!! Oh well, to Juvie with me!
April 29th 2025
People seem to be surprised when I tell them I'm a saved Christian. Because I cuss, I guess? But when I cuss, I try not to direct it towards a person. Maybe the vague concept of something? But when I cuss, I either do it because I'm mad at someTHING or because I want to make others laugh & spread joy. Idk, I guess I just have a non-traditional theology.
May 2nd 2025
3 minutes and 23 seconds into the direct to DVD movie Garfield Gets Real. GARFIELD HAS A FUCKING DEATH NOTE. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. GARFIELD HAS THE DEATH NOTE. I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. GO CHECK IT FOR YOURSELF IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, ASSHOLES!!! https://youtu.be/iLiMHuQwHg0?t=203
May 14th 2025
This is how I'm feeling right now, especially since there's only a week until school's out and I can regain my humanity.
July 22nd 2025
I guess summer so far wasn't all it was cracked up to be. My dad wants me to be a swimmer, so he keeps trying to take me to the gym and to join the swim team when I go to high school this year. The thing is, I want to be able to enjoy my first year of high school as much as I can and to just do my thing. I'm planning on joining the broadcasting team again and maybe theater. Of course, I wouldn't expect my dad to understand that I want to be my own person, since his skateboard collection takes up half of the surface area of my room. And his godzilla collection. And all his star wars stuff (which I don't mind, cuz I kinda like star wars, even though I only have the first 2 episodes.) Maybe I'll try out next year, if my plan for a good year falls through, I have no problem with trying my dad's way. On the bright side, I recently fixed my mp3 player, and discovered an interest in building flatpack furniture. Not even joking. I built 2 for my mom, and she's about to give me 15 bucks. Hopefully I don't have to join the swim team this year and will be able to enjoy it the way I want to. It's not like I'm fat or weak. I'm happy with the way my body is. I guess my point is that I have enough to worry about (being a freshman, starting dating, ALGEBRA without being on the stupid swim team. But anyways, this summer was pretty much a dud. Hopefully high school is more fun than middle school. (By the way, for people going to my school--This year's funny fridays will be totally animated!!!!!! There's gonna be less of them though. But they're gonna be much funnier, and have a bit of an edge to them.) I love my dad, but he's a little mixed up sometimes.
