Good evening kids.

Check this -->funky little thing<-- out.

Ha. I like the apparently unrelated movie reference at the end.

Oh and, ahem, blog re-design. Today I am bored.

That is all.

Check it out. My blog is totally eeeevil.

Ooooh.

I was taking a nice walk home, the sun finally beginning to peer its shiny happy face out from behind the heavy rainclouds, although admittedly, finding it a little irritating that at the moment I can only breathe through my mouth. Some kind of cold ambushed me at the weekend it seems. So of course all I needed was for a bus to screech round the corner on two right wheels while I wait to cross the road it was emerging from. I get a lungful of dusty, hot and gritty exhaust fumes, and start hacking my organs up. Lovely.

What's more, I'm almost at the house when who, or what- more specifically -do I see?

After an uncharacteristically long absence, I once more see him lurking under a neighbour's car, his eyes fixed on my person as I walk past.

The Evil Cat is back.

EDIT:  One of my Fosters has been yoinked from the fridge. What an effing surprise. I need to go slap someone with a wet fish.

Must....do.....WORK!

Goddamit I have entirely lost interest in various half finished drawings and coursework essays that need fleshing out. Maybe some industrial strength coffee will see me through the night so I can carry on at my  v e r y  s l o w  pace of progress but still get it all finished. It's a thought.

I haven't seen the evil cat in some days now, and am beginning to feel scared and suspicious. There were also far more seagulls around today than usual.....naturally it's all connected. There is some kind of Persian Cat/Seagull alliance going on here.

Caw caw! Evil bastards.

Yaaaawwwwwwnn.......

Man I'm tired, but it looks like it's going to be a late/all nighter for me anyway. Woo! Hope I've still got the energy for mine and HMF's Magical Mystery Tour (tm) tomorrow. (Which is neither magical or mysterious seeing as I'm the one who's orchestrating it. Don't get your hopes up, dear.)

Yaaaaawwwwwwnnnn......ok. I'm done.

A few months ago I attained what any worthwhile superhero needs. I found I had an arch nemesis.

He waits for me to leave the house, and then stalks me with his black, marbly eyes as I hurry past, averting his icy gaze. I never see him move, but he appears in differing places, always waiting and watching me with wild matted hair and evil, squinted eyelids. He's forging a plan. I know it. He'll get me in my sleep or when my back is turned; nowhere is safe.

The neighbours have taken a shine to him, ruffling his hair and offering snacks which no doubt he devours as though he would my trembling flesh. One in particular has appointed themselves a surrogate parent to this hell-beast.

Of course I could not take a photo with my own camera, because as we all know, PURE EVIL does not show up on film - much in the way of vampires. This is sort of what he looks like, only more evil.

*shudder*

'Ello. Wait, do I need a capital letter there? 

Anyway, please go here ---> www.20six.co.uk/goldfishbowl and leave a comment before the 28th of February if you haven't already, beacuse for each one a pound will go to charity.

So where have I been? Here and there. Busy with both everything and jack-all. Maybe if I was more aptly versed in the art of vivid and interesting prose I would spin a delightful tale about faraway dusty pink castles, gold coins and overgrown forests and so forth, to enchant and fool you into thinking my life is just as magical.

Just when things are going so very well, everything lands tits up. It turns out my Father is about ready to wash his hands of me. He's my Father now, not my Dad. We've been getting on better since the divorce, after struggling to act gracious in each others company for as long as my mind can strech back to remember. For the past year or so, our relationship has been on a civil plateau, and his company has been desirable for the first time.

He has however, announced that wants to cut child maintenance by half as of June, and is reordering his finances and re-mortgaging based on the £175 a month he will be "saving"; as though we are an unfortunate expense, and slashing the check will eradicate the nonessential inconvenience. The £350 he gives us pays the mortage every month.

He has also flat out refused to contribute anything towards my university fees, leaving us to find money that we don't have, just so I will have somewhere to sleep when I leave. He is convinced that it's not his responsibility, and is forever pleading poverty, despite earning an annual paycheck more than three times that of Mum's, having a nice house, and new car. It makes me feel sick to my stomach, knowing that he thinks so little of us. What makes me sicker though, is knowing that other people still have it worse.

Or maybe, what makes me sicker is that I feel sick today. Who knows.

Before I go, Heavymetalfish has set himself the truly arduous task of beginning an epic webcomic, in full colour, with great potential to be something...uh...great. All the cool kids on the playground are talking about it, doncha know? The idea was conceived many eons ago, before his blog I believe, and he has been flexing his muscles all this time in training.

Ta ta.

Hello hello hello *takes off hat and scarf*

Today I bring you a painting, as I did (sort of) promise some art and such. No embarrasement intended in the direction of Heavymetalfish, but it's for you.

See it bigger here ---> cuh-lick!

Heh. Sorry Scott.

Blogs.....getting....less......frequent........I know.

It's just, well, nothing is motivating me to write. I don't feel the need to do this very often. At first it was something pointless to distract myself with, but now I have other things to distract myself with - perhaps things that I should have been doing before, but had been putting off. Hmm.

I've been thinking about "the future", and getting shaky knees. I don't know if I'm ready to move out, and I don't know if I'm choosing the right degree. Sudddenly, I would rather get a full time job and carry on with my little life unhindered with more silly schoolwork, then move out when I feel more ready. They're all just abstract thoughts though, and will remain so, to my best estimates. Realistically, I know I shouldn't miss out on opportunities open to me - or at least try them before making more solid desicions. What's more, I don't like the area where I live, even if I'm not sure about flying the nest. I guess I've always been like this though, doubting myself and my choices to the point where it drives me insane on the inside, and I'm screaming with worry and paranoia. More often than not though, I try and keep my demons to myself.

I should do some art and whatnot, as my portfolio is non-existent at this increasingly late date. I shall post some if I can.

Later.