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Tomorrow is the day I fly back to Saint Lou, Mizzou, and I must say i'm excited.

Here in Kansas are family members and a pretty view from the back porch.
Back in St. Louis are all of my friends, a lot of my relatives, plenty of fun, open-minded activities to engage in, New Years Eve parties presented by teens, and all of my video gaming outlets, as well as my best friend and roommate, Jelani.

I liked my time here, but I think 10 days in Kansas is just about as much as I can handle without my usual distractions. So tonight I shower, do some laundry, and hit the hay after staying awake for a little over 24 hours.

G'night, y'all. The next time I post it'll probably be from a different state.

I am sick with a cold.

I think I have a mild case of insomnia.

My lower back hurts.

I've lost 50% of my drawing talent.

My balls itch.

The girl I've had my eye on got snatched up by some kid from West Virginia.

One of my best friends seems to hate me. It's my fault.

And yet, you know what? I'm in a good mood. I can't really think of any pros to these cons, I just am. In your ******** face, you whiny-a** Emo Kids! PWNED!

http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com

I love that comic. In fact, I stayed up all last night doing nothing but reading it. And the two youtube videos that this Tim fellow posted, man, they inspire me. I had no clue they sold graphics tablets that huge. I plan on getting one, maybe with a good scanner and a huge graphics tablet like that I can start making a webcomic that actually pwns.

I need to pee.

I got some new necklaces from my sister for christmas, and they itch. They're hemp and wood, so I'm trying to bathe with them as much as possible to wear them down and make them itch less, but so far, no beans. Maybe they just need a few more weeks. And while I'm still thinking about the bathroom, I should go brush my teeth after that pie. Hooie.

I mentioned something about webcomics up there...I could always go to keentoons, but I kinda wanna buy a server and start up my own website. And I could start making money off of it and all that jazz. I always get these money-makin schemes in my head, and never act on them, though. I think it's because I always end up deciding that it'd be too much work to start up no matter how dedicated I am or how much it'll pay off in the end. Man, I gotta stop doing that. Surely I can get Lowell to help me out in this regard. He makes some ******** hillarious comicky goodness. I just wish that we could get a move on with this server idea.

Eh, I need to pee, brush my teeth, and read up on advanced HTML programming.
Peace, bitches.

Ever stay up late at night, watching all the fuzzy infomercials that you're just watching because you can watch them? And ever get lucky and see one of the 10 year old companies' commercials about the Total Gym? And you get to watch Chuck Norris and Christie Brinkley work out for a half-hour to an hour?

Apparently my Dad does, because he's got a total gym. It's out in his incredibly cold garage, but it's not exactly picking up dust. I've used it every day since I got here. And it feels like it. I think my arms are just about ready to fall off, but thats in my inexperienced opinion.

It's hard to pick up a bag of chips at the moment, and the constant tightening and loosening of tendons in my forearms while typing isn't exactly making it a walk in the park. At least there's good news: I can curl 10 pounds more than when I got here, my triceps have gotten quite a bit larger, and I have a stunning new development---Pectorals. That's right...I can do the titty dance.

Alright, I have to go babysit a puppy while these parent types go shopping later, y'all.

Hey, I didn't implode from excitement. That's a good thing. It's also unsuprising.

I really hope that life gets less boring here in the next few days. Because, honestly? I don't want to be bored out of my mind the whole time I'm spending with my parents. I blame my xbox 360.

I get back out of boredom--I mean, Kansas--on the 30th. Maybe then I'll get to do something with laura...and alba...and laura...and lowell...well, maybe not lowell. Then again, we need more than one p***s for an orgy.

Christmas day hath come and passed.

I had the delightful privelidge of spending it in the middle of nowhere: Wichita, Kansas (a.k.a. ********, USA). I'm kind of glad we didn't have a white christmas, because then there would've been even less to look at than before. I'd have felt like I was on the cover of Lost Planet.

So anyway, I'm sure you're all curious as to what I got. Even though I'm actually sure that you're not very curious at all, I'm gonna tell you anyways. That's just the kind of a*****e I am.

NOTEABLE CHRISTMAS GIFTS FOR THE YEAR ENDING 2006:

-Wifi Xbox 360 connection
-1 year subscription to Xbox live
-Relic Watch with leather wristband
-Relic Leather Wallet
-2 new hemp necklaces and hemp bracelet
-USAF Grade pocket flashlight
-4 bottles of classy cologne
-20$ of minutes from T-mobile
-Season 1 of Arrested Development
-Bicycle (with accessories)
-A delicious breakfast thanks to my Dad's new waffle maker
-A delicious dinner thanks to my step-mom's cooking talents
-Electronic SU-DO-KU for the trip home.

And for those of you who were less fortunate than I tis holiday season...too bad, losers. I hope you don't hate me too much...then again, I don't really care. SHABOOM!

Ho ho ho, bitches.

Hmmm...ho ho ho? YO ho ho? Santas a pirate.

Anyway, its christmas eve and I'm bored. There's still nothing to do in Kansas, besides pushups and intarweb browsing. Which, to be frank, and to be earnest, sucks. It sucks balls, man.

The only real excitement is the anticipation of what this 'Santa' figure will bring me. And for those of you too young to know: SPOILER ALERT--->

SANTA IS A BIG ******** LIE. Don't get your innocent little hopes up, bitches. Santa's not real. Sneak out of your bedroom around midnight tonight, and youll see. The jolly red fatass is your parents.

Unless, of course, you're jewish. In which case the jolly red fat man is either your father, or an insane madman bent on terrorism.

I'm hoping for 360 gear. It's still new and shiny, and I'd like nothing more than new s**t for it. Maybe some games, maybe a fancy (but comPLETELY unecessary) wireless headset. I've got my eyes on Call of Duty 2 and 3, Battlefield 2: Modern Combat, and Sonic the Hedgehog.

God, I don't know why, but Gaia has made me one cynical b*****d when I'm online. Happy ******** holidays, bitches.

Xbox live me. TAG: les arstiste

Sooo AAANYWAY...been a long time since I've posted diddly squat in here. In fact, the last time I did so was, like, 10 months ago. God DAYM, it feels like less time than that. ******** time, why must you move so quickly. At this rate, I'll be dead soon. On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

2 points to name that quote.

I've fallen out of the art scene a bit...I haven't taken photos in what seems like months, and my drawing skills may have completely deteriorated. Mind you, I stopped drawing manga in 7th grade, so my work would be far from entertaining for the zit-ridden, kawaii-chanting virginite flocks of Gaians from this site.

I'm still working for the newspaper, and I'm still the reniassance man OF the newspaper (as well as being co-editor, they have me writing articles, drawing comics, selecting writers, taking photos...you name it, I've ******** it---I mean, done it.) since both the newspaper and the yearbook are headed by the same guy, I'll be editor of the yearbook next year, apparently. While that sounds exciting, I'm not too flattered; its gonna be an incredibly tough job, and the memories of well over 300 people will be resting on my shoulders. I can't ******** that up.

I've finally been hooked into xbox live, which is nice considering that my 360 is still shiny and new, and that gears of war is blatantly evil and fun at the same time. My personal life will never be the same.

Time to disappear. And stuff. Maybe I'll write another entry in 10 months...we can only hope, right?