So. Here's a secret that isn't very secret but only seems like a secret because I think of it as a secret: I can sing. Well, other people say I can sing, and they say I sing well, but I think they may be slightly delusional from those nasty-tasting meatballs in the school's pasta. I don't think I sing very well at all. Anyway, My retarded immune system decided to bash its head into a wall three weeks ago and make me sick, and then better, and then sick again. Now I am fully recovered, luckily the day before I have to audition for the musical. The same can't be said for a friend of mine (you know who you are GET BETTER OR I'LL EAT YOU). So yay. I is happy now.

Well, that was extremely boring. Oh, well. HELLO MY LOVELIES. Uhm, yerg, I have, like, two tests tomorrow, so I really shouldn't be here, but I'm here anyway BECAUSE I LOVE YOU PEOPLE TOO MUCH. I've just been doodlin' and stuff, not seriously drawing. I'm afraid I might get rusty. Uh, the good news is I've been sprucin' up one of my OC's, James Nathaniel Spock Wilson, aka "Rico." This is his...uh, official pic thing: [link] . I should go WHY AM I TALKING TO MYSELF? It's a distraction. It's your id talking, saying things that you want to say, without control from your super-ego. Oh dang, just got all scientific up on your butt, 'cause I'm too much of a chicken to cuss on the internet, especially when my parentals can see me.