It has been a while; I just realized that my last decent journal was almost a year ago. I am assuming that you guys think I must be dead. I am not, or at least, not yet. Still got another 50+ year for that. I was half way through writing a journal a few days back till my cat hit the back space and I thought, "Fuck it!" Damn cats, you either love them or hate them. I love my cats even if they are arseholes.
Late Happy New Year and Merry Christmas to you all! How was Christmas and New Year for you? And what do you plan to do in this year? I got 6 new books to read (Existence by David Brin, The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood, Beloved by Toni Morrison, Nineteen Eight-Four by George Orwell, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick and The Shining by Stephen King) and a shit-load of chocolates to eat for Christmas, even if I get told off by my dentist. I also have not drawn a single piece of art in a long time; it is even starting to worry me. My excuse has been that I have been writing a lot more, since I have been working on my project, 'Planet Delta' as some of you know.
I just finished my first job at Winter Wonderland, I both miss it and feel relieve that I have finished it. The thing I will most of all will be the people I had made friends with there. They did have a party in some doggy bar in the middle of nowhere that I decided not to attend as everyone stated they were going to get plastered, which is not something I like. I have never been drunk and I never will be. Turns out of them went to hospital in an ambulance after being hit by a car - and I warned them days before, strange.
My birthday also passed, I am now 24 years of age. Feels weird, as I can feel my own maturity growing, year by year, each year also feels shorter, I guess it is because I am getting used to the years passing.