Well I've graduated. Have I mentioned that? I now officially have an associates degree in "Fucking Worthless". And yes, the midterms are hard. But either way, I'm transferring to a technological university, which I've been accepted to, in the fall. My major is officially Information Technology. Yes, I finally picked one. Actually I just asked which major I had the most credits to transfer for and that's how I got my major. Aren't I a waste of life?
For some reason completely unknown to me I've been finding odd brown splatters in the strangest places in my room. On my door, on my ceiling, and I have no idea where it came from, why, what it is, or when. But just recently, after I collected my tongue and my brain from seeing Ember's newest mind-blowing set, I decided to check on the portrait of I've been drawing of her. I keep it safe behind my sofa, and underneath a protective coversheet so nothing can happen to it before I can finish it and put it away. Yet SOMEHOW there are some brown splatters on it that seem to have gone around the sofa and under the cover sheet. I'm thinking that I'm going to try scraping off a layer where it was hit and redrawing that small section. It probably won't work all that well, but I might as well try.
I had a nifty little USB drink cooler, which is basically just a peltier device with a heatsink and fan. Today I found it not working and incredibly hot, so my assumption is that the fan quit. I just got the damn thing not a couple months ago. No longer will the dregs off my Arizona Raspberry Iced Tea be kept cool.
I'd like to bitch for a moment about women with large breasts complaining about not being able to find bras, or "cute bras". At least this problem is caused by something that can at least be, and is by many, considered a good thing. Try being a small skinny guy for once, and see if you can find any clothes at all that fit right, particularly in black. Especially socks, t-shirts, and boxers. They don't have a "Small & Short" store you know. I can't remember the last time I got some clothes of any sort that fit well and felt really good. Socks are just about the hardest. 
I guess I'll quit my moaning for now, but mark my words, I'll be back.
