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~The bonfire was a blast.
You should have come.
Yes,
you!Anyways...
It was awesome.
Not much crazy shit, though.
[Okay, I lied]But there is some bad news tied in with this...
~The Bad News~My phone...should be in the phone-equivalent of ICU.
The microphone doesn't work, so you'll never know if I'm swearing your ears off or telling you I have Cheez-its and sunflower seeds.

Also: It only turns on if it's plugged in.
Additionally: It only stays on if it's plugged in.
~Another Bonfire?~I'm thinking another one on Doughnut Day maybe?
When do you guys' school end? Do it on a Tuesday, maybe instead...
Anywhoooo: I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. I just signed in to do a quick update and look at this. I've been running around DA for almost an hour now...
~In Related News, Three Cuban Nationals...~*quick side note before I start this section: I'm about 96% sure that's from Undercover Brother...*
If you: like drawing, are going to have too much time on your hands (or just time in general...), and your parents don't mind you sending and receiving mail from crazy strangers from the interwebs (If you're not a minor, this obviously doesn't apply.) (If you're not a minor, but still live with nosy, over-protective parents, the previous parenthesized message does not apply.) (I suppose if you're sneaky enough about it, then maybe neither of the previous parenthesize messages apply. XP), then you may be interested in =
Neko-daewen's art book trade.
Also:I'm thinking of maybe selling my cookies. Questions? Comments? Concerns?
Additionally: Ummmm... Nevermind. I kinda like it, and it seems to have a calming effect on me. Plus it sparkles rather nice in the sun.
I'll give it back. Eventually... ¬.¬
***NO. I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT TWILIGHT! I HAVE NOT READ THE BOOKS; I HAVE NO INTENTION OF READING THE BOOKS. I DID NOT SEE THE MOVIE; I HAVE NO INTENTION OF SEEING THE MOVIE.
***But wait! There's more: I've come to a conclusion. I think...DA should (but maybe not. That would take up soooo much extra room on their servers if people started doing this.) allow for multiple moods. Maybe just 1 or 2 more... Lately I've been in semi-conflicting moods at the same time.

Interesting: The "But wait! There's more:" section led my brain on a path that it had not yet taken. At the end of this path- for it ended in a slightly sunny meadow with a glistening brook flowing through it to one side- there was a shiny Crystal of Realization. Though the Crystal was small, it had a great weight to it. Once picked up, it imparted the first of it's two-fold knowledge to me. 'Twas a mighty bit of knowledge, which immediately caused the sun to shine with such intensity I thought that surely my eyes would be blinded! It would only last for a moment though, as dark clouds rolled in from the east, driving fierce gales before them like incorporeal chariots of doom. And as I beheld this change, the Crystal showed me the second side of that coin of knowledge. I gazed upon this coin's visage, and it turned to me and said: "You are coming to a sad realization. Cancel or allow." As I replied "allow," the tempest arrived, blotting out the sun with wisps of cloud, reaching out like the tentacles of some great malignant beast of lore. It grew incredibly humid, and a molten rain poured down upon me as I slowly trudged back up (of course it would be up! DX) the now muddy path. As the meadow receded from view behind me, the thick mud which was now oozing down the path, was hindering my advance. Seemingly trying to keep me from reaching the crest where the other path lay waiting for my return, I suspected it was beginning to win. Now doubting I could attain the lofty path of origin, I scoured my surroundings, seeking a place to escape from this slow slide of doom. As the lightning flashed threateningly above and thunder rang out, telling of my doom, a lone sparkle near a tree caught my eye. Is I trudged across through the mud towards it, I discovered it was the pendant of a necklace. Though it was nothing fancy or expensive, it nonetheless drew me in with it's simple elegance. As I reached out to pluck it from the branch it was hanging from, it grew in brightness. Though a mere shadow of the light of the meadow, it wound it's way into my soul, lifting my spirits and calming me. As I stood admiring this treasure I now held, the tree wavered and, as it disappeared, I wondered if it had been there in the first place. Where the tree once stood, a small deer-path was revealed. It was closely guarded along the left by a myriad trees of varying types and sizes, shielding it from the torrent of mud and detritus which engulfed the path to the meadow behind me. Though this new-found path was lower than the path I was originally traveling, it, almost imperceptibly, wound it's way up the hill.
~Well!~That wound up being a hell of a lot longer than I intended.
I blame my dramaturgy. >.>