Gah!

The past year has been the most fucked up period of my life. No, I did not contract pancreatic cancer (Haha, Kim Il-jong) but it's been almost as bad.

Dropping out of one high school only to be homeschooled is not the way to conduct a proper education. Yes I admit that I was indeed skipping my classes and not doing the assigned work, let alone my art, but the school sucked. It was small, over crowded, loud and the teachers and staff did not give a rat's ass towards the students. Hazing was everywhere, the school had six lock downs in the semester and a half that I attended and I did not feel safe.
So I dropped it and spent my summer doing online and in class courses basically catching up on the school work I missed. I convinced my parents to let me be home schooled for my first semester of grade eleven which was the stupidest thing anyone could have done, other than eating their raw alien flesh thinking that it would mutate ones DNA.

Failing both Art High school and home school, I went in to 'regular' high school. You know, the place the government assigns you to based on where you live and only costs a couple hundred dollars to attend.

Funnily enough it worked. Not as well as Stalinism but almost as good.

Anywho, here I am, still alive. Thanks to 6 months of weekly therapy, Zoloft, and my mom I am still hanging around, hoping that the zombie revolution happens after I die. If not, no amount of Zoloft will keep me around.

Cake is still delicious, Patrick is not a dinosaur, Liz's boobs are still falling out of her shirt, and Amy is living in my basement; so many friends now, and not enough cake to go around.

I have discovered that I love my Dad's camera and I'm planning it's kidnapping for any day now.

All hail Kim Il-Jong and hope no more of his sons get fake passports to go to Disney Land.

- E