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EDIT: ZOMG INKDEATH IS OUT. NO WAE. NO WAE. I LIKE TOTALLY FORGOT. BUT I DON'T HAVE IT YET. OH THE PAIN AND SUFFERING. /wrists.

mixer was tonight. it was meh. like mostly i gave up on trying to follow people around because I usually ended up having no idea what people were talking about. But the end was cooler because we all ended up in a single location and I almost could do that thing where you spin the hat and put it on your head. yeah, major un-scyles right there. Then we got to go outside, which was awesome. but yeah, in all too many people and too loud which is really what i expected any way. but in all not much of a turnout which was fine with me. mostly everybody thought it was pretty lame it seemed like, but that's just me. Yet, on the way home my brother was blasting Neutral Milk Hotel which was the only good music I heard all night, so it was especially epic as it always is in the car. <NMH3. I think the mixer would be 10 times better if they had better music (my favorite music of course), it was outside if there was good weather, and um that's pretty much it. i don't know.

Blah i'm tired. and tired. meh.

The presidential debate, as usual wasn't much of a debate. It was them listing statistics that we've already heard like "did you know mccain voted for blah blah blah 79 times??!" or "obama meets with foreign tyrants unconditionally" which i am totally sick of!!! but saturday night live did a brilliant job as usual covering it.

Two days then MEA week and weekend. yayz. the fall colors are already causing me to be a leaf ninja (aka very covertly going a step into people's yards and stealing the prettiest of their leaves, oh the expensiveness of my crimes) so i have like a stack of leaves curling upstairs that I want to scan.

Yeah I have no inspiration for writing and everything I write makes me too sad to continue what ever story it is. like I can't write a story happy enough that it is worth writing. i just have a series of really depresso ideas that I could start. and my disturbing dreams aren't helping. like being part of a demonic ritual in which they were trying to put the dead bad guy (gal?)'s soul into my body. wow that would be some surprise for you guys at school. I'd be all like killing you. but you'd think that would be inspiration for my warlock story but not really. i'm just too uninspired and sad. I haven't done art since I scanned those leaves in and played with them on photo paint. and that's barely even art no matter how cool it ended up. Like i didn't really have to create something out of nothing. anyway i don't even have things that I want to make. for once. ugh.

i haven't even been to hallow tree.

sigh. life has condensed to homework. and school. No me gusta la vida. La vida es muy aburrida y no es simpatica. Yo quiero estar artistico y quiero leer y dormir. No me gusta la escuela. Y no quiero estar enferma. ¿el sigh? tengo sueno. Buena noche.