Still thinking: my curse.
It has been quite an interesting month, November. Getting a new game, being bored out of my mind in college, witnessing war between my parents and grandparents, Thanksgiving leftovers, and Black Friday. OH. MY. GOD. Black Friday has to be THE worst day to shop, ever. The only good part was seeing some people ravage a pile of stereo systems at Wal-Mart as soon as an employee lifted the veil off of them. The night before I had slept over at the Brinker's house so that we could get to the stores as early as possible and with good reason, too. I had only gotten four hours of sleep before I was awakened by the distinct calling of my name. I opened my eyes slightly only to see one of the twins look down upon me. The first words I muttered that morning was "Son of a b****..." and with good reason, too. I sluggishly got dressed and took off on what seemed to be a good idea at the time. When we arrived at Wal-Mart, there was a very lacking of parking. In my sleep deprived daze, I was fantasizing about taking out a gatling gun and blowing the crap out of the cars. I blame GTA:SA. Anyways, the first thing we did was traverse to the electronics section of the store. My friends had decided to get an X-Box 360. Despite my loathing for the console series (Mainly due to the fact that it's Microsoft's evil spawn.), it was pretty damn fun to play. I'll have to get one eventually. The waiting in line for nearly an hour had no positive effect on my consciousness. After getting the 360 and games and dropping it off at their house, we then ventured to mall per my request. Laura and Chris were shopping there as well, so we met up and chatted a bit. Our next destination was going to be Electronic's Boutique, but there was a line that could reach the pizza place across from it. So that was pretty much abandoned. We went back to home base, played some games, and I had myself a few naps. The main reason it sucked was because I only had four hours of sleep and my brain was all pissy 'n stuff. Apparently it only got 4 hours of sleep as well. That's the best of the events that took place, here be the worst.

My dad and his girlfriend got into a quarrel with my grandfather over a week ago, and now I have to stay at my dad's house overnight so that he and his girlfriend would be willing to take me to college. This was definitely my "Get out of jail free" card, but my good side wants me to keep going to college and not screw myself even further with my family troubles. I hate that side sometimes... So now I either have to get my driver's licence ASAP (Yes, I still don't have it.), or I have to just bother myself by going there every night on weekdays. None of this wouldn't have happened if I had not put in an application for the Art Institute of Pittsburgh. I'm pretty much to blame for my misfortunes over the past five months or so. This is the part where I wish I could use time travel to fix my problems. I'm so selfish most of the time. Laura called me last night to discuss a few things and have our own little weird conversations like we always do. She wanted to ask if we were going to exchange gifts for Christmas this year. I had given no thought at all to this until then. Because I'm supposed to be a nice person, I'm going to get her something and in reverse. Two years ago (I think), she got me a wooden fish thingy. It was pretty unique 'cause it could bend a bit so it could look like it could swim. But I broke it... Damn you Dance Dance Revolution. Anywho, I gave her a mug I painted in Art class. The next year (Still not sure), she got me a fancy sock thing along with a photo edited picture of me standing at some plant place or something. I'm not sure if I got her anything. So now I have to think of something to get her. Not that I don't want too, it's just that I feel bad that I completely forgot about it. Another thing she wanted me to do (Women are so bossy... I'm going to be killed for that.) was for me to make her a furry character. Three problems with this include the following: I'm still in a creative ditch, not able to draw exactly what I want on paper. I don't have all the details of her character listed, so I might end up putting something there that she won't like. The third dilemma I'm facing is that I have never exactly drawn a traditional furry character as the only furry style I've ever done was of the Sonic universe. (I'm an uber fan, go me.) And from only a few rare exceptions, they are all anime-ish. (Lack of shading, no real detail other than use of the outlines.) I'm a mediocre artist and I'm doing a commission. WTF was I thinking? Again, it's not that I don't want to do it, it's just that I'm not sure that either of us is going to be happy with my results. Well, if I do arse myself with it, it'll be practice I'm getting at all. I suppose there is nothing else but the rest of my troublesome thoughts.

I don't know what to think about anymore. I've been thinking so much that my mind could be considered a disaster area on the mental plane. (Metaphysics is fun.) I've been dealing with nothing but stress in my thinking due to life. I need a stronger release of my thoughts and emotion, or perhaps a vise to keep them in closure away from my mainstream of thought. I've been shunning myself away from my friends, as well as everyone I know. I don't call my friends anymore, I don't chat on the online games I play, I don't even talk to my family anymore. Well, I guess that last one's not a problem considering I hate them at this point. I'm too worried about myself to even consider being sociable anytime soon, which is why I'm so selfish. All I can do is just wait for new events to reveal themselves so that I can work with more than old problems.