Misapplication

Few things have a tendency to make me angrier than listening to or reading the words of a general populous. Well, perhaps not so much angry as wincing in my soul while facepalming. Following these forms of communication are quite a bit like watching someone attempt to bash a rock open with a scalpel. They do not get very far, and simply ruin the tool. It makes me have to stop and wonder at times; "What is the point?"

Misgivings

Maybe it's just me, but I'm starting to have serious doubts about the human race or, at the very least, certain segments of said species. To contextualize this for you, dear reader, this was initiated by an utter lack of sleep through the night, followed by stumbling on a 'controversy' over a specific level in the game Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. I won't bother linking, it's not the point of this article.

Misanthrope

Jumping up and down in my brain. I have no idea why, I think my inner-child has found the bed up there though. Now I'm just waiting for the mental hospital bill. I've got too many ideas but I don't want to actually do any of them. Too much work and I am, if anything, very lazy. I should be working on my finals but I'm one of the best procrastinators in the world. I don't ever miss a deadline, but last-minute-panic is about the only time I really get inspired.

I'm thinking I'll draw a comic, but that might not last long. Then again, I've got plenty of projects I want to do and if it weren't for apathy, I'd be too busy to do anything. Thank goodness for apathy. Will probably have something better to post here later when I've got a bit more inspiration.

PS: Few things are funnier than a cat trying to growl menacingly while throwing up. That sound..if only I had something to record it with...