AMGKatt

THERE'S A KID IN MY JPOP 199 CLASS AND HIS NAME IS .D NO JOKING. HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS .D IS A REALIO-TRULIO, REAL LIVE DRAGON.

Jk but really. He's from China and his name is Di Ying, but he wants us to call him just ".D"

with a dot.

and everything.

I just ASDFGHJKL;

Look at my skin.
Everybody look.
Pikachu with a mustache.

Awww yis.


ANYWAY YES. I put out a poll as to whether I should change my DA name. Most of you didn't care. So I'm changing it.

Only now I can't decide

The options are Kattttttt, TheKattFace, KattTheArbiter, KattRawr, and KittyFaceKatt.

These are all names that I like but I can't decide on because I'm just strange. <sub>If you don't know that already, run. Runnn faaar awayyy and never retuuurn.</scar>.

POSSIBLY ANOTHER POLL WILL BE USED TO DETERMINE THIS.

we'll see.



THAT IS ALL. FURTHER BULLETINS AS EVENTS WARRANT.</sub>

I have been up all night. Drawing. Writing. Generally being ADD about the fifty different projects I'm suddenly working on. I blame road trips - sleeping all day tends to do this sort of thing to you.

Or at least it does to me...

AT ANY RATE I apologize for the rambling and nonsensical nature of everything I say today, and probably for the next few days But I should be back on track being alive and whatnot.

Further bulletins, yadha~

Today was my last official day of high school. Do you know what that means?


I'M BACK, BABEH.

I've been dead for the past three months because gallery and senior presentation and general insanity. Now there will just be the insanity

AT ANY RATE YES. I have returned.

Spread the news.

Ok so it's not turned black, but it's definitely crispy. What has happened, you ask? I had a tragic baking accident, the likes of which will henceforth be known as the Great Cupcake incident.

THE SORDID TALE:

I was creating delicious confectionery in the comfort of my humble kitchen, and my sister had previously concocted some pasta of the cheesy&goodly kind, and while she had left the premises, the heat of the burner did not follow. While filling paper-laden tins with succulent batter, I momentarily rested my hand on the still-searing coal of the stove. With much hearty swearing and shaking of my hand, I inspected it to find the imprint of three perfect element rings rising into blisters on my hand.

END TALE.

and so, I can neither write nor draw for the next week. It is most distressing.
_{see my utterly distressed face.}

Somehow... I mist survive and carry on.

UNTIL NEXT TIME, I'LL BE CRYING ABOUT MY LIFE. TA~