glad.

i'm so glad that i live in a place where nothing really tragic ever happens. i mean that nothing of epic proportions ever goes down, here, where i am settled. in other places around the world, bad things happen everyday, whether it be famine, war, natural disasters, and so forth. whenever i think about what goes on in those places, i feel sad that they have to go through that and they have no way of getting out of their situation. and, i feel spoiled to have such a good life. i want to be able to help them out, but i don't have a way to help them out. i can find one, but laziness and lack of perseverance prevents me from doing so.
plus, there are some places where people can't express themselves. cough* north korea. 
i feel so fortunate to be able to live in a place where self-expression is encouraged.

i sleep with one eye open.

 i like to think that nothing's ever going to happen to me. when i say that, i mean nothing of great significance is ever going to happen to me. i'm going to go through the same thing other people will go through. i'll do everything that i have to do. i won't go beyond of whatever the standard is. i kno that i can, but i won't.

i'm too lazy to do anything. i think of doing something and tell myself to do that when i get the chance. but when the time i have to commit comes around, i don't commit. even when i used to skate i didnt really skate, but i tried. I kept on telling myself to commit to it, and i'll do it. i should probably do the same thing and apply it to my life. maybe i'll make something out of myself.

sense of home.

alright, so... i was just walking around my house. i was going back and forth 'cause my mom wanted me to do stuff for her. i don't just walk around my house for no reason. i'm not that weird.
and... as i was walking around, a strange feeling sort of, engulfed me? i felt like home.
it doesn't make sense at first, but keep on thinking it if you don't get it immediately.
i felt like this was my home. instead of feeling like this is just my house, i felt like home.
home and house are two different things.  i get that feeling every once and awhile, but, this one really hit me. i actually sat on my bed for half a minute to really take in the feeling i was getting.
so.... yeah. that happened.

huh.

it seems that people are too shy or afraid to post a comment or rate my stuff.
don't worry. i don't bite... at least, not that hard.
having that said, i hope that people actually post their thoughts. instead of telling me in person what you thought. which is pretty annoying. come on, we have technology!
i'm glad i got that off my chest.

okay, i just realized how difficult it is to work on the computer without feeling the urge to goof off.  maybe that's just me. i probably have a slightly low attention span. but, high enough so that i don't have a.d.d. i have a hard time listening to my teacher when i'm getting lectured as is. and i still don't know how i have good grades...
oh yeah, i'm asian. THAT EXPLAINS EVERYTHING.

repetetive.

is how i would describe my life as of right now. i'm getting sick and tired of the same daily routine, day in and day out. i wish it could end. i wish school could be optional after middle school. 
or... maybe, everything would spontaneously turn opposite. i wish i slept during the day and had my fun at night.  perhaps i can just forget the rules and do everything my way for once.  i wish i could end the daily grind just for a while.
too bad i can't...

hmm.

i'm drawn at a blank here. i don't know what to write...
oh no! writer's block!!
i'm just kidding. i actually want to tell you, the wonderful person you are because you're really reading this, how i got into writing. or... at least try to sexplain- explain how i got the "writing bug". it's more like a writing parasite.

okay, so... i was listening to really good music a while back, and i listened to the lyrics and my brain had an orgasm.i'm speaking figuratively, of course. and i loved it. i read some really good shizz... one thing led to another, and the writing parasite found the perfect place on me to attach itself on to, my peni- my brain.
and, that's how i recall it began.

weather.

i'm gonna start this off by saying that i favor cold weather over warm weather.
you might be saying to yourself: "why?"
well.... to answer your question, i like cold weather because you don't get smelly if you stay outside for an extended period of time. and for me, that's the case when it comes to my P.E class. i have it at the worst time possible: the middle of the day. i don't have it in the morning to wake me up, and i smell like poopoo- well, not poopoo, i'd say i smell like the boys' locker room. which, isn't something you'd want to smell like.
added, i smell like that for lunch, tutorial (study hall) and my last period.
'Drew, isn't having it first worse?'.... well, no. it's not. i should know. i used to have it first thing in the morning. i would say that i enjoyed having it in the morning... woah, i'm talking about P.E....
the main reason i like cold weather is: i'm a vampire!
no, i'm joking, i'm not a vampire, i'm a ghost. :/
well, i like cold weather because, for some reason, i feel more relaxed? no, it's because cold weather is something i don't get a lot because i live in california. so, its special to me.
'but the weather's nice in cali?'... yeah, too nice. don't get me wrong, i like nice weather as much as the next guy, but i like it when it's a little colder. and because i like the feeling of being warm under a blanket when it's cold. yes, i'm strange.

oh me.

i never seem to be happy. even though i'm in a good mood, i'm not happy for some reason.
i still don't know why that is. is there something wrong with me?
or am i just not content with anything anymore? i dont know.
satisfaction seems to elude me...
but, i'm trying to get to the point where i'm actually happy or content.
i'm trying as hard as i can to get there.
and if i do... i might just die getting there.

oh shizz.

i really hope i get into the industry that i really want to get into. comics.... acting.... comedy....
because, i'm getting better at "my craft". and i'm seeing positive stuff when in comes to school and where i'm headed in the future.
maybe i'm being way too optimistic.
maybe, i'm just in a good mood.
if everything turns out the way i hope them to be, 2012 doesnt happen and i get into a good college
there might be a chance that my goals and dreams can be fulfilled in the near yet, frightening future.

oh crap.

WHAAAAAAAAT is this place? LMAO

that was a line from one of my favorite flash videos. NO, not flash as in women showing off their breasts. I meant flash as in flash animation. perverts.
any who, I've been trying to think of something to draw so I can get my mind off of stressful matters in my life. don't want to get into that. Added that I don't really have that much to do and I have a lot of free time on my hands, I should be able to think of something.
Sadly, I cannot. for one reason, I keep on eating.... because I'm a fatass. secondly, i have homework. I dont know why i still have homework, i should be done with that by now, but who gives a fuck, right?
I've been swimming in the amazing ocean which is Deviantart.com, to find something that would get my mind car going. I found something.... one thing led to another....
and i threw away a lot of drawings. not to mention a whole tree worth of paper.
so... I might swim a little bit more and find something else to dazzle me. PEACE OUT.

feelin' good.

so, recently, i've been pretty optimistic and i've had a better attitude towards things. luckily, i haven't had a bad day since i changed my way of thinking.

previously, i've had pretty low expectations for everything so that i don't get disappointed if whatever it is turns out shitty. and i have had a "pissed all the time" expression. one day, i've got tired of thinking negatively about everything and decided to change my ways.
so... here i am, a happier person. and, yes, "bad" things have happened to me, but, i just ignore them and don't let them get to me.
listening to some feel-good, and quite relaxing music doesn't hurt either.