The ways of my world are pretty simple. Live and don't give a fuck about other people's bullshit. Why? Because I'm happy and stressing over other people's problems may somehow cause an alteration that will make me less happier and of course, nobody wants that. And I know that nobody wants that because my friends are not going to put up with me anymore if ever the bitch-that-once-was-I once again, resurfaces. I'm not really sure if that made sense, but to me, it did. So there. Quite satisfied.

Anyway, what's going on in my life? A lot of friends ask that but do they ever mean it? I'm not sure, but for the sake of asking, they ask, and for the sake of telling, I tell.

For the summer I decided to divide my time doing two things. One is making a comic book with a friend and the other, teaching deaf children how to paint. I decided to do these for balance's sake. The first is very hedonistic and the other for the sake of goodwill (I'm not charging as much as those a******s in every other workshop centers do and as much as I would like to offer a free workshop, I can't. I DO need to eat).

Anyway, the comic book is halfway done and the workshop just started. Both are looking good so far and though I miss my friends I know it'll only be a mater of time before school starts again and maybe then, we'll skip doing plates and party first, just like the old times. I can't wait though.

Maybe that is also why I am continously rambling today. I miss my friends and this person in particular. Someone whom, I guess, I am really attracted to. But writing about that stuff is just so complicated and not to mention, corny. So I digress. I will do my best to sound like I am a person who just lives and not give a fuck about other people's bullshit.

Why?

Because we are so fucking tired of goody-two-shoed stereotypes and sarcasm is the way of the future.

That's all, I'm out.