How long has it been, a century? See the bird on top? And see the shit below? Crapitude, such crapitude. Sorry about that. Life's just been a bit of a blur of late. But I'm getting used to it. Heck, I think I've even gotten to like it more or less. My room, my looser pants, my private space amidst the chaos - it's all cool. There's been enough drama going around me to keep me entertained, including some very dirty test scores and well, general weirdness, shall we call it? Men, just for the record, are strange things. Very, very strange things. But infinitely entertaining. Life would be terribly boring without them.
I've been sketching and doodling a whole lot since I got here. It keeps me happy. I'm working on a comic book. The lab has a scanner - maybe I'll upload some stuff later on.
I've been missing Xavier's a bit of late. For some reason, not room no. 19, but a drab little B.ed room on the 4th floor. I'd kill for a class with Bertie. Shit, I didn't realise what luxury I was in till I got here. I'll get out of this place and spend and entire year doing nothing but reading, watching movies, travelling, drawing and perhaps writing. Well, maybe not immediately - but two years from now perhaps.
Anyway, a trip is planned for September. Just a whole bunch of us in deep, deep nature without phones, laptops and all of that. Nice.
Oh and happy birthday Ma - my first 20th away from you.