Today, a few hours after I woke up, I decided it was finally time to clean up the huge drawer under my bed, because one of it's wheels needed repair. I started to take things out and there they were my math notebooks and books, 9th grade till 11th. I started taking them out, nine A4 notebooks, one huge portfolio that is 5 cm(aka 2 inch) thick and eight books, and there will be more. I came to the realization that being 12th grade I need to know what is written in all those books and notebooks by June when I have my exams. Oh and there isn't just the math exam, there are two more.

Anyway, I have to starts seriously learning all that and stop spending time uselessly on my computer or thinking about how to raise money for the dolls I want to buy, or draw and write. I need to spend less time doing things I enjoy and more time learning and doing math exercises. So I will probably not be around much. No more drawings, except if I really have free time, no nothing except for the daily bumps on my shop on DoA and so comments there from time to time, but that would be all. No more twitter, no more LJ. Until Christmas break.

I never thought 12th grade will suck this much, but it does, it sucks, it bites, it stinks...
And to make it all worse, in 12th grade there are two balls and an album.
There is the "little ball" which each 12th class hold separately just for themselves and there is the "big ball" for all the 12th graders and their teachers. I hate balls, I don't want to dress up be pretty and dance. I just want to be left alone by them. I hate spending time with my whole class, half of them are so noisy and dumb and only listen to one kind of music, house, and that very loud. I don't want to go with them.
The album is another thing that makes my mind scream in horror. There are people that come with different offers and me and my classmates have to pick one, now that is a big problem, so I decided to not care and just go along with whatever decision they make, because it's no use arguing with the stupid. They don't care how the pictures look, they just care about the "quality" of the album.

The mature person and the one with the enormous hairy nose are just stupid, it's just as  if they would share the same stupid mind.

Iulia: Oh nooooooooooo!!!! The Chicken is dyiiiiinnnnggggg!!!!!!!!

The Chicken being me.
Yet again stupidity annoys the hell out of me. "Who picked that song? It's emo! That one is lame! The other one sucks! But who picked this one? Oh it was on the playlist! And I thought there was still hope for you. My songs are so much better! Look at this video is so cool and don't make faces like that..." Well excuse me for doubting your tastes. Why would I find a bideo of some fat guy wiggling his fat cool. Give me a f*cking break you stupid people with egos that have the size of a 100 foot floor building. I hate you and your stupid songs. I hate you mister maturity and mister huge nose, hate, hear me you f*cking bastards! Oh just shut the f*ck up!
They are actually talking as i type. HATE I tell you, HATE!

Iulia: Ever felt the need to crawl on the walls? Or hit someone so bad ??????  GGGOOOOOODDDDDDD  HES STUPIDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT SOUNDS GOOD, RIIIGHT!

I don't feel the need to crawl up the wall, I just feel the need to take this lovely and really heavy bass guitar that's next to me and hit them in the head and them shove it down their throats.

Please excuse my language but I am really angry and I think I might have a fever.

Second post of the day.

On the 6th October I recived my really really late birthday present from my most beloved dudes. My birthday was on the 23th September.
And my present was the greatest thing ever: a beautiful black Wacom Bamboo Pen. Oh I love it so much ♥♥♥ and today it was named 'Ash the Love Muffin'.
It is so incredibly cool. I still need to get used to it, but it's amazing.
<<Screen shot of the drawing I'm working on>>
I just love Divyesh's evil smile and he looks so much like Ayase, just as I wanted him to. Oh my lovely lovely Div♥! Mael is almost perfect too, but he seems to be missing something, can't figure out what dough.