Hmm... Seri-chan has been blogging again. (yay!) And she also switched over to Greymatter... A lot of people have been doing that lately, but I can't until I get my own domain (which will be as soon as I can get my own credit card).

Currently watching that show: The Weakest Link. Good god, everyone gets so damn personal on that show. The social interactions between the players is reduced to that of a schoolyard. Egos inflate supremely during play, and when the host (a mix between Judge Judy, Regis) asks them why they voted for a certain person, the reason is always starkingly personal.

What's even worse is the fact that my family's actually arguing over the stragety in voting off the other players. Dad's saying that when the amount of players has been halved, you start voting out the strongest ones till you face off the weakest player in the final round. Sis' saying that you vote out the stupid people in order to be able to earn more money with the smarter people. I'm saying shut the fuck up, I have a headache.

In the middle of school today I had a surge of inspiration, giving me the stamina to fill out nearly 5 pages in my new sketchbook. My current style: deletism. I take a picture or image, and the subject of that image would be outlined while everything else is perfectly detailed. This way, you have to contemplate the scene at hand if the subject was absent from it. For instance, in a wedding as the bride and groom walk out the church/courtroom/whatever, everyone's celebrating and throwing rice/blowing bubbles. However, take out the center of attention, and all the people seem like they're celebrating, wantonly, something you can't comprehend. Almost as if they've a secret. I love this surge of energy!

Joey Ramone, singer of the Ramones, died recently. We will surely miss him.

Pink, it was love at first sight
Pink when I turn off the light
Yeah, pink is like red but not quite
And I think everything is going to be
alright, no matter what we do tonight!
"Pink," Aerosmith

Dammit. Over the course of the hour I've had this blogger window open, I've been oscillating from depression to inspiration. Really, it's becoming quite annoying. Almost more so than The Weakest Link. This kind of instability jars with my perception of reality, and I can easily use the momentum of my pendulum-esque moodswings to fling myself into extreme depression. But I can prevent that from happening. I have to. Most people don't know how much being confined to your bed with the feeling of nothingness... It's hard to describe.

FUCKING HELLL!!!! SHUT MY FAMILY THE FUCK UP OR I SWEAR I'LL END UP SLITTING THEIR THROATS TONIGHT!!!

... See? Half an hour's worth of recovery and I'm fine. Really, I am. Really.