Obviously.

I've hardly done anything worth posting. Actually, I've done alot. (maybe I'm lieing there too, but everything is subjective.)
Perhaps I am just lazy. That's likely the cause of the problem. If you REALLY want to see me update this page, I'll need a few good bribes.

So come on, Get bribing

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Well, I've been sitting here researching Japanese media for 3 hours and I've just about had enough. One thing, however, struck me while i was pursuing my schoolwork. I caught a glimpse of a poster for a movie known as "Seven Samurai" and have downloaded a copy for my own personal viewing. Upon walking into my living room and staring at a black and white image a friend of the family created for us while teaching in British Columbia: A black and white print of a samurai. Entirely untraditional, it is dark and there isn't much to the image, and yet it remains one of my favorites. I have decided that my work will likely take a turn towards the fantastical , and I've been inspired to begin drawing again after a brief hiatus of a month or two (yeah, not actually brief ).

Looking forward to getting this page moving again

Well, it is 12:35 AM on the morning of Tuesday, March 11th of the year 2008. Yup, just sitting here lonely. After a recently wonderful weekend spent with my significant other, I was unfortunately sentenced by my parents to come home for a day or two. Naturally to the average Joe *Wait a moment*

Since I know nobody by the name "Joe" neither overly attempt to consort with those who I would consider "average", I shall forthwith from this point refer to those within my own norm as a " stereotyped Mortimer".This is a prime choice because the majority of individuals depicted in society are horribly stereotyped (generally negatively) I knew a Mortimer once. Then I never saw him again because I only ever bought a doughnut from him at Tim Hortons in Toronto and left, given that I (reasonably) had no desire to stay and LIVE in said restaurant establishment and had no further relations with Mortimer other than that i had read his name from the shiny employee name tag on his chest. < wow that was a long explanation.

Back to now:
To the stereotyped Mortimer, this wouldn't seem like very much of a grievance, however, I assure you, to a couple as close as us this is almost a death sentence. Upon arriving at home, a mood as thick as molasses set in upon my mind, seeping in even to the farthest reaches and into the deepest and darkest crags and cracks of my psyche. Whats this? Mmm! A healthy dose of depression! Lets not get too melodramatic here, as if we (meaning I. I say we because I like to fantasize that I am in a room full of people I like, but that is only because i am a crazy hermit who is bereft of virtually any social contact outside she the has already been mentioned. Actually I only said that for the sake of humor and I also just forgot where I was going with this. Give me a moment to reread this whole damn thing and get a scope of what I was aiming at. Ah Yes, now I see.)

Well, I got home and felt none-too happy about my separation from my dearly beloved, yearning for nothing more that to walk back into her room and have a big hug. Realizing I couldn't do this, i settled for the next best thing: Snuggling up to a wonderful homemade "Frank" (a character of her creation, and hand-sewn by her). As much as I love Frank, he is by far and over the sea not anything close to a hug from my loved one. After a short phone call with the said person that only left me wanting more, i decided to tackle 80% of my homework in hopes that it would allow for me to spend more or as much time as possible with her at a later (but hopefully sooner than that) date. So an pharaoh's biography and half of a page of definitions later (not much at all considering the two hours i spend languishing in my self-pity as I half-Heartedly attempted to cope with the idiotic demands of high-school) I'm here writing this journal entry for no significant reason, only trying to find something to do and possibly a way to pass time as I wait to see her again. If your still reading this: I'm surprised you've kept up with me (hopefully) without rolling your eyes (and hopefully again not repeatedly).

To cut to the chase real damn fast and give this a point:

I love her more than anything at all. Ever.
I always will love her more than anything Else. Ever.
I miss her more than I miss anyone who is actually gone from my life.
It's only been 3 hours but every second has been a year, and I'm dying to see her again.

I love you more than anything Heather MacLeod!


Anyone who doesn't like this post can call me a whiny bitch. I take pleasure in knowing you will always be far more stupid than me for actually *caring* enough to do so .

Weeeeeeell....
It would appear that I have neglected to write a journal entry as of yet, and so I decided, it having been suggested to me, that it would be prudent to do so. Not much has been going on in the world of me. New semester, New schoolwork . I suppose there isn't too much going on right now With the exception of being able to (finally) spend some time with the love of my life !!! Huzzah! Consequently, the individual in question is currently working upon a novel which, I must say, is of great interest to all of you fantasy lovers out there!
Not much criticism has been offered on said works to date, so i have favourited them in hopes that somebody with even a minor sense of duty will head on over and give them a read .

TTYL ALL!