I always imagine myself to be more of a person I am not. A different person, with more egos. Someone who screams, yells, and fight. Some who takes things to the heart. I'm pretty glad I am not like that in real life. Fighting, and pulling other people's hair is class-less, trashy and for those who are uneducated. I wasn't raise to cause havoc. I was raised with manners and class. I take things lightly. I love sarcasm and jokes. I am the biggest loser/ dork you will ever meet. I'm not someone who talks inappropriately about people who I haven't met. I don't plan on throwing my drink on someone's dress, it's disgusting and ill-mannered. I am better than that. I don't believe 'trashy' is attractive. Not one bit. I'm lucky enough to be surrounded by educated and open-minded people to figure out what is right and wrong. Also the only time I would ever 'fight' with someone is for the purpose of self-defence.
Last night I started on a new project, I haven't done one in a long time and it's nice to get back into drawing (slowly). Last year I worked on a project called 'The Bearded People Collection', in comparison to this one I have no idea where it is heading.We will just have to see! This also means more updates on drawings, and flickr.
Lately I've been watching a lot of Jersey Shore (I know..I know) it makes me want to go out, bring girls back and go in a hot tub. I'm not really into girls, and I don't own a hot tub. Nice little funny thought, my brain is still laughing. Seriously haha.
I've been enjoying my uni holidays. A lot of relaxing, phone calls, eating, sleeping, and hanging out with good people. I love every moment of it. I can already see next semester becoming Hell on Earth. Rad. I'm a tad bit excited for my internship though.
My sister is leaving for Japan in a couple weeks, while I'm stuck on the Gold Coast. A majority of my family members are going to Thailand and Vietnam, Christmas is going to be interesting.
Tomorrow my sister and I are taking Pyqals to the vet, he has grown so much. He's such a naughty little boy. The other way I caught him drinking out of my glass, and while I was sleeping he latched on to my back and clawed. He's also scratched my face, and it bled. Good times, and he's not even my cat.
*Just a reminder, I know I write a lot of words that sometimes do not make sense, I ramble and don't really do a spell check. If you are offended by anything I write on this blog, please don't read it, and move on with your life.
Happy Hunting.
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