Quitting this whole bloggy thing.

Just making it official. I'll still read others' blogs, but this one shall ne'er more be updated. That's right. ne'er more. Spell check likes "ne'er". I was surprised.

unwraped. (intentionally spelled that way)

so... lately...

I haven't been very interested in this blog thing. Can you tell? It's not that it's suddenly become some terribly boring thing to me, I've just been interested in other things that serve as a more suitable hobby. I'm still writing, just more songs and poems than stories an blog posts.

the blogging isn't the only thing that's fallen by the wayside though. I don't know if I've ever mentioned it on this blog, but I used to be a photography junkie. I carried my camera to school every day hoping to see something noteworthy. I had a ton of pictures of the areas visible from school bus windows and of the portion of my neighborhood that i knew well enough to navigate. This school year I've taken all of one picture. like the blogging, it's just not that fun anymore, for whatever reason.

What i have been interested in lately is art, specifically drawing. I still do carry around a sketchbook and pencil whenever possible. i got a new one just last week and I've filled eight pages already. Last year it never got full so fast. It took me over a year to fill up a single book, and even then, the drawings were less than mediocre, and the only pose anybody had was standing straight up, with perfect posture and oftentimes with hands behind their back and hair over half of their face. I had a fantastic artist-growth-spurt this summer, after deciding that I simply couldn't draw anime to save my life. Giving up those pointy chins and big dewy eyes was one of the best decisions I ever made. since then I've been improving rapidly, and have been developing a recognizable style. but I've still got a long way to go. (I still have this terrible inability to draw anyone who isn't between the ages of 12 and 20)

also, since I probably won't bother posting about it later, have a merry Christmas, Hanuka, Kwanzaa, or whatever holiday you may celebrate around this time of year.

upon closer inspection... the lack of feedback when i do post is generally disappointing, so I suppose that may also a factor in the blogging decline. What's the point of posting something for the world to see if the world says nothing in response. I know that this sounds whiny and self-important and superficial, but if nobody else cares, why should I? I'm considering stopping this blogging thing altogether. I guess we'll (oh, who am I kidding with the "we" business?) I'll see if that happens or not.

despite the last cynical paragraph, life has been going well, and i am fairly happy. The main reason I'm considering stopping is simply a lack of interest. Promise. ^w^

seaweed

too much

or am I not enough?...

taken out of context from a spiffy song... I needed to post something because I went over a month without a post... so there.

conquistadors

bleh...

I hate being sick, especially when I need to rest, because when you have to rest there's nothing you can really do but sit around and be reminded of how sick you are... It's miserable and I can't sing... did I mention how much this sucks?

schnitzel

Nordic husbands and dry mouths

I had to read a horribly long and dryly written book entitled Salt; A World History over the summer. I hated it every step of the way, and i find it very annoying that i now know tiny insignificant things about salt and anything that could conceivably be related to it. Among the dull chapters was a tidbit about young women in Nordic countries eating an extremely salty pancake type thing before bed. She'd go to bed without any water, and supposedly dream of her future husband quenching her thirst and easing her dry throat with. Though I seriously doubt the fortune telling aspect of this, the dreams are certainly accurate.

Just this year, my allergies have become exponentially worse, and I have to take a Zyrtec every night or it's really awful. I was at my dad's last night and forgot to pack some, so my nose was really stuffy and I ended up sleeping with my mouth open. It became incredibly dry, and i dreamt of drinking water all night long, but it never helped...

it became unbearable around 5 AM and i woke up and drank about 3 cups of water before i could go back to sleep again.

Oh, also, I changed my screenname. I am now Whambat, and for those in the know (all... 1 of you?) don't you like the pun?

pulverize

Hey, look! An Update!

Hey guys, I've got another story idea... I'm not going to explain it because I've kept it to myself for a while now and it's going slowly but steadily. Hopefully, it'll take off during NaNoWriMo, which I'm doing this year. I have to figure out my plot and make more characters... I have 3 and a half. It's actually kind of sad. But I like this idea and I plan to see it through to completion.

I don't have much else to say except I'm listening to a song about a spider man... but not Spider Man, I don't think. Last I checked, Peter Parker didn't eat people...

I love ellipses... They're cool... right? ...

Always.

Love

Light drizzles where you can walk out without an umbrella, stand for an hour and barely get wet.

Cicada calls in a brilliant orange sunset.

Going up to a total stranger and saying "nice shoes."

Having a total stranger compliment my own footwear.

Eating a burger upside down because it makes more sense.

A half-full sketchpad.

A song on the radio without clear tuner or "the robot effect".

A truly original idea.

Staying up late and waking up even later.

Mango laasi.

Staring at people from a car window and watching their reactions.

The fun times that seem like they'll never end.

Writing a song in less than a day and being perfectly satisfied with it.

Bright colors.

Ginormous mondo-purses that can carry more than five books if necessary.

Quietly humming when no one's around to hear.

Performing something I'm proud of for all to hear.

Going new places.

Getting feedback.

Random words.

Citrus Tea, better known as Crack Tea.

A scarcity of writers' block.

All the people who take time to read this.