I have a friend, his name is Chris Richie
He smells kinda bad, his hair's a bit itchy,
But his most memorable trait, above even his jigs
Is that my good buddy Chris up and married a pig.
Now I sometimes wonder what went through his mind
That possessed him to up and wed to a swine
But, by golly, they sure be a'happy togeher,
He's a'dancin', she's a'squeein', out in the hot weather.
Ol' Chris and Piggy, they got along great
As long as they's fed, neither one got irate,
But once Chris thought of munchin', not his marraige instead
He was full'a bacon, 'n Piggy was dead.
(CHRIS: ... Oops...)
Now poor ol' Chris, he had a dilema,
He'd
School started.
Eight freakin' hours of boredom.
And an assembly.
I didn't even sleep a wink last night. My gods, was I tired at school.
Soanyway.
Ignore my weird typing. Blah.
My school schedule follows a block, and it confuses teh heck out of me, they're far apart, aswell. x_x; Like the gym. I had to walk Fdlsd-ing far to reach it, and the teacher made us walk, like, half a mile more. Pain.
Thenthen.
I have. Spanish class. It's.. awkward, really. The lady taught us numbers :DD!
CERO
UNO
DOS
TRES.
SI.
SILENCIO POR FAVOR!
And something else, but I forget.
It was freakin' hot today, too. ( To us SF-ers, anyway. >_>; 70 degrees?
I've lost my will to draw. >>;
Blurh. I've been drawing for a while, and it doesn't seem like I've been improving. At all. Kinda depressing, if you ask me. For -some- reason I -STILL- can't draw, and It's been over a year now! I can't grasp at perspectives, either. Poopie. --;
I think I need an art tutor, or somefink. That, or I'll just find another hobby I'm good at, whilist enjoying it. D:
Why does the human body have to have such a complex anatomy? Sometimes, I wish we were stickmen. TT;
..Stupid hands. D: