I don't really wanna do another journal, mainly cause well, what's the point? BUT Shane told me to write one, and we all know, Shane is boss.

So, I am totally regretting ever telling him my dA account. GOD SHANE, YOU'RE SO DEMANDING. Rawr.

I realized, I like presseing enter a lot, and don't much like writing long paragraphs. Much. Sometimes I do, and sometimes I find it hard to SPLIT THE FREKKING PARAGRAPH UP. In my ISU essay on Catch 22, holy hell was one paragraph hella long. I shortened it, deleted whole ideas and thoughts, and it was still way too long. That made me sad, but what can ya do when you wrote the whole essay one night before it's due. Oh well, it was done, and that's what counts.

My eyebrows hurt.

OHMYGODIDUNNOWHATELSETOWRITETOPLEASEMAST ERSHANE.

Wow. Did I just call him master?

I TAKE IT BACK, YOU ARE NOTHING SHANE, NOTHING.

That was mean, I feel bad sorry.

So right now, to fix my current eyebrow pain, I have a ziplock bag with an icecube in it. It feels like my eye is frozen. Ice+Winter=very bad. At least there's no snow.

Everyday I wake up in the morning, take a quick glance outside, and sigh in relief seeing the ground is still green. I hate snow, almost as much as I hate Davin. God, I totally forgot about Davin, he's a fag. YES HE IS.

I have nothing else to write, So this better please you Shane, and if not, I don't particularly care. AT LEAST I WROTE A JOURNAL, KAY? Kay.