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OK, so I've got nothing to say, I'm still recovering from yesternight's (heh...) last night's editing frenzy. Cruel thing is no one will probably notice __.__ 'coz it was fucking nothing. Estresante, realmente.

Anywho... yeah, I got the archives up, they look funny 'cuz they don't have a title and are upside down... I mean, they're in the right chronological order, so they look upside down... Talk about a reversed axis nature @.@

I'm bored, bye.

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Uhmmm... yeah...

OK, como cualquier alumno regular de la EsHum (I'm not sure if that even makes sense, but meh! My blog, my land, my rules) podrá confirmarles, hemos estado atestados de trabajos finales (¿Por qué nos dejan trabajos finales en Etapa Básica? You don't even care 'bout most of the stuff!) así que no he podido... hacer lo que se supone que hago aquí.

This is mostly to let you know I'm still alive (hooray) and that I am planning to be a regular here, as I promised to myself and you, my loyal fans. Don't worry, once I'm on the air, you'll have something (else) to worship me for. But that won't happen unless I do my homework, something I'm not really good at; right now, for example, I'm supposed to be writing a promo I'll record tomorrow... well in about 12 hours, but the thing is: I have no fucking idea about what to make people do to win! (Oooh! They're playing -Están tocando- the Mexican National Anthem -el Himno Nacional Mexicano- On 91X) *stops typing, gets up and listens*.

OK, so I better go do something 'coz I wanna go to sleep!... and a Coke, but I can't have the Coke, 'cuz everything's closed and I'm not walking half an hour barefooted just to get one... or am I?...

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Waffles!... Jinxed -_-

So, how many of you, near-perfect people out there like Jhonen Vazquez? Now how many of you would like to meet him? How many of you hideous creatures already do?!

Anyway, I was just going through some links and remembered the good ol' times when I watched Zim episodes and they were new. I want the DVDs T.T! I only saw the 1st one about a year ago at the ComiCon, in San Diego. I met Roman Dirge there, such a nice guy ^^. I'd kill to draw like him (any of them); Hell I'd kill to be able to draw, period.

But no, I can't be happy in anyway (remember I wanted to go to Coachella? Well, it was this weekend!), I'm not pretty (not that I'm shallow), I'm not smart (at least I'm clever enough to figure this out), I can't draw (trust me on this), I can't write (but you already found this one out), I can't do anything. If I were to be placen in the middle of a stage all I'd be able to do is recite: "Mommy, why did you make me talentless?". And even that wouldn't be done right, 'coz I'd be copying the "Mamá, soy Paquito" poem -_-***.

And don't even get me started on my mind issues, I swear if Goths everywhere wheren't so comprehensive and... well, Goth; they'd beat me unconscious _-_

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