I'd sit alone and watch your light

10 points for anyone who can guess the song who's first line is in the title.

I never thought...

...That I could hate my neck so much.

Last...Saturday(?) , I was sitting on my sofa reading the newspaper*(yes, the newspaper) when I leaned back. As my head touched the top of the head rest(???) I heard a "CRACK!crickcrickcrickKA-CRACK!" come from my neck and immediately shot(yes, shot) up from my seat.

After a while, I realized that the world was on its side. Instinctively, I checked if i had gotten spider powers and was standing on my wall...No. I rushed to the mirror and realized my head was parallel to the floor! I tried straightening myself which had caused me extreme suffering and pain beyond the imagination of mere mortals.

I couldn't even turn my head. I felt like Batman in the old Batman movies where he had to twist his entire body to turn around. So, my mother(yeah, mother. Not mummy. I'm mature now. Ha.) wanted to bring me to a...I have no idea what they're called. But they were only open at 3. So, I had no problem with that. I just laid around the house for a couple hundred hours.

Eventually, it was 2:30. Mother said that I had to leave early so that I didn't have to wait in a long queue. When I got there, there were people in sleeping bags and people in tents waiting in line. Nice. I ended up waiting for 2 hours. 2 whole @#!^#?<}{#$%&(yeah. I said that. It's pronounced: at hex exclamation mark up hex question mark less than squiggly bracket squiggly bracket hex dollar sign percent and.) hours.

So, I finally manage to get seen by the person who works at the place where i have no idea what its called. This person had biceps twice the size of my head which probably weighed 3 times of me. He told me look down and right, got behind me and...


Took my head and pulled. Hard. Thrice. Ow.

So, now my neck is a little better.(ANTICLIMACTIC!)

*comic section...

Hey, did you hear about the...

Well, half a month of no posts... I'm not sure anyone even cares though...

Anyway, I've been kinda busy with my exams (yeah right) and have been studying my ass off(oh really?). So, from now on, I think I only want to post with a drawing or a sketch as that was my purpose of creating a blog anyway...

But if you're wondering why there's no drawing with this post, well it's because I'm busy with a comic project that's finally under way and I'm a procrastinator.


I'll tell you about that eventually...

Yay. Number 20!

So, today I got hit in the eye. With a head.

I was playing basketball before school today with my friends. So, I was blocking this...guy, and when he spun around to do his "crazy yellow ninja spinning death attack move" to confuse the enemy(a.k.a me).His kinetically energized power head smashed into my face-eye.

And physically and emotionally traumatized my eye--FOR LIFE! Now, whenever I see a head, my eye gets petrified and starts squealing in a high-pitched voice: "Ahh! heeelp( pronounced he-ee-el-puh) meeee! I don't wanna get abused againzzz!!!"

Yeah.

True story.

GOODNIGHT!

Rain, rain go away...

...Wait, don't! Don't go away! I don't wanna die of drought! PLEASE! STAY!
secret wordz! ooOOoh!So, magikal-th!
Heh. Anyway, today it rained. Yeah. My school was flooded. Well, not flooded like "Oh-my-god-why-didn't-I-bring-my-scuba-gear-for-show-and -tell-today" flooded, but from an "oh-crap-my-shoes-are-swimming-pools-for-ants" kind of flooded to an "oh-wow-the-wrinkles-in-my-toes-look-like-mona-lisa" flood.

It's true! For some reason, the school board decided that it would be a great idea to make the school canteen the lowest part of the school. So, because of...well, umm...Gravity,all the water poured down and basically flooded the entire canteen up to my shoes. It sucks. Because everyone knows, it really sucks to try and eat with that squishing, sloshing(not sure if it's a real word or if it's used in this way) splattering sound coming from shoes, drains and socks. Or, maybe you didn't know that...huh. Well, now you do.

I also got suspended on the first day of school. Yeah. It appears that having hair in school is officially against the school rules. They suspended me(which I'm not sure is actually a bad thing...) until I went to get my hair cut. Yup. Now, when it rained, my scalp was cold! I could've gotten brain freeze!

Well, that's all I got...

P.S. No female potato chips were sexually abused in the making of this rainbow mustache.