So, party time! I'm new to deviantart! *handclaps* Been here before, obviously, just never bothered making an account. But YAY.

This is going to be random ranting.. so.. yeah.

Sadly, I can't upload any of my crappy art because my scanner is on the fritz, and also because I have the biggest sketchbook known to man, with pages that take up more than one scanner area. Even those giant printer/scanner things at staples aren't big enough...

Speaking of my giant sketchbook, people always walk by me or see me doing art somewhere and they ALWAYS, I mean ALWAYS say something to the effect of "wow, that's a giant book!" I feel rude for always being like *rollseyes-facepalm* but seriously people. I realize that my sketchbook is bigger than me. Well not quite. Width wise, thats for sure. Not length. But. It's still big. That all sounds like weird sexual innuendo. *looks around*

So my art class has the best people ever in it. They win at art so much more than me. I just need more practice. Waaaay more practice. I'm working on it all, everyday, so hopefully I can start drawing noses and not freak out cause I think they're repulsive. I hate noses! Everything would be so much easier if people just didn't have them. Well, easier for me to draw.

So Danny and I are drawing up plans to make a zombie apocalypse safety shelter underground. And I know he's totally going to follow through with it. He's crazy. I love him. He kept forgetting really important parts, like a bathroom and a kitchen. He had this huge room labeled "study" and I was like *cough* kitchen? He forgot the bathroom too at the beginning. That goon. I keep stating realistic problems and he's getting frustrated with me. Again, why I love him.

I just re-read my first paragraphs and realized I used "giant" over 9000 times. My bad.
Good lawd, I can hear my brother screaming at gaylo. He's all mad cause I'm downloading things and he's "lagging hardcore." I want to play some video gameeeessss. Right now! He won't let me on.

Math is crap. But at least it's easy right now! Luckily I have the most awesome teacher who's tiny, old, always wears a vest, and reviews everything to death. She's so... motherly. I skipped the yesterday and she came up to me today and was like "where were you? We have a test tomorrow, but I'm sure you'll be perfectly fine." Previous math teachers have never had faith in me. I was like..

I wore pig tails and perfume today. Everybody said "you smell gooooood!" and "you look cuuuuute!" I think my favourite comment would have to be Nikki though, I sit down in english and she goes "YOU SMELL SOOOOO GOOOOD, AND YOUR HAIR IS SO CUTE AND ASIAN, AND YOU HAVE NICE TITS." Tiny swedish best friends who love boobs rock.

KAY. I'm going to stop babbling on and on.

There's a moth in the kitchen.