The slot for January must not go skipped/empty. We have to at least somewhat pretend that this place thrives still, no? ~_~; With senior year second term eight hours away, I'm almost tempted to make promises of future "classic Jing-rants" to come, except even I know I don't "tend" to keep these types of random hope-raising. (Which seems to go for art, too. A certain puppy-eyed girl on dA is still praying that I'd one day draw her that kitty, even when given the knowledge that I've never seriously drawn a cat in my life. What am I, cruel?)
We tried making a snowman in Ohio. Unfortunately, by the time we (meaning my father and I) finally gave in to my sibling's whining and actually went around putting things into action, the snow was already several days old and would not stick for the love of all the pedos in the world. In the end, the body really was just a mound...and the noggin a plastic bag stuffed with snow. Yes, how ghetto/bootleg is that? We should have totally taken a picture. What's more, I swear I have had to draw and cut at least ten paper gingerbread men for each of the two brats over the period of the past week. I don't know what they teach kids in preschool nowadays in this country, but...yeah yeah. The point, kids, is that you do not, under any circumstances, want to have kids. Or even if, by some unfortunate series of events, you do land yourself or someone else pregnant, pray that you are NOT getting twins (or triplets, quadruplets, etc).I think I've noticed only now just how peculiar my taste seems to be. O_o;
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