GHushpuppy

How am I supposed to finish my commissions, practice figure drawing, learn 3D modeling, research art careers, learn game design, make that Bleach abridged series i had drafted, practice voice acting, learn video editing, practice speaking/listening to Spanish, learn Japanese, research differences in culture and how they affect well being, research demographics on people with various disabilities, continue drawing out a floor plan for an affordable dream home, continue drafting out a story that i can't decide will be a novel or comic, continue writing Death of an Interior Release Pigeon, finish my art WIPs, create a portfolio, learn about cars, sew my window on my Jeep, work at Kmart, play assorted videogames, set up art streaming, plan a pattern for Dügeon's pigeon diaper, get better at cooking, bake a cake in my new rice cooker, read manga forever, find a suitable college to transfer to, learn about tatami mats, read about psychological illnesses, practice sketching, vacuum my room every two seconds, plan meals for everyday, and write down all of the ideas i have for videos/comics/things if i have to write this essay?

<sub>i have so many goals but sleep for 23 hours everyday

Why</sub>

O bois it storming outside, you see that

you see dat flash, dat stormin'

y'all bois git your flashlights cuz the power ain't gon stay with dis storm it just gonna up and walk away like "yo bro it stormin' I'm out"

Can't stop that storm tho, can't make dat storm walk away, ain't nothin stops dat storm, it stormin'




















_{It's storming outside.}

I've been making a lot of sandwiches recently. I love sandwiches. ;~;

Some whole grain wheat bread, right.
Cover one dem slices with mayo and garlic powder, mm.
Then add the two succulent slices of baloney. Never one. Always two.
Then that cheesy American slice.
Just a tad of brown mustard, spread evenly over the cheese square.
Then you pop that bad boy together and cut it right down the middle.

You got two excellent rectangles of pure perfection.
And not even in the time you took to make it,

It is gone.

This sounds like poetry. I should submit this as a poem.

Sandwiches are so majestic.


How do you guys make sandwiches? I've actually been thinking about regional differences in simple snacks/food and I'm curious, lool.

Like what if people in Florida only use one slice of baloney.

That'd be shocking.

Omgomgoamgsaf.a

I was listening to Death Cab while looking at the layers on one of my old art pieces (I'm trying to make a new commission sheet, lol.) and, omg, I was singing, and I look over, and my mom is like, right next to me. And she's like "YOU SING?!"

I THOUGHT I WAS ALONE, I DIDN'T EVEN HEAR HER OPEN THE DOOR, HNNNNNG

But omg, I've been singing in the shower, on the computer, in my car for... Years. I've strategically done it so no one ever heard because I thought I was bad and didn't wanna bother them.

But she was all, "BRO I DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULD SING, YOU'RE REALLY GOOD." and I'm like, having a heart attack.
Like I'm still shaken, dsngosidnviosdv.

But, I mean, apparently I'm good at singing. Like I knew I was kinda ok at certain songs, but she thought I had the radio on, and I never have the radio on, so she came in to see what was up.

But all these years no one has ever found out until now. It's actually been five years+.

Holy sauce. I always imagined they heard me sometimes, but never commented on it 'cause they thought it wasn't worth commenting on...

It scared the heck out of me, though. Like someone found out about something you'd never think they'd find out about. I'm just so... amazed. And while we're at it, disoriented.

But yeah, I guess since I'm so shaken I'm writing a journal, and now everyone knows, but.

I'M COMING OUT OF THE BATHROOM CLOSET.

I SING IN THE SHOWER AND I'M PROUD.

But seriously this was more scary than that time mom said "turn on the highbeams" and I didn't know how so I turned the lights off completely while going around a sharp turn. She screamed loudly and I was very startled.

Sometimes I have really cool, vivid dreams about random stuff (usually whatever I'm into at the time/school/work.) And I haven't posted a journal here in a while, so idk if you like reading about dreams, but I do, so I'm posting it anyway, fools.

(me)"Sir, it'd really be better if you didn't keep picking up merchandise and putting it down slightly crooked."
(me)"TRY TO SHOOT ME THROUGH THE GLASS, MORON!"
(me)"Oh, look! The RED team found a way to disguise their sentries as shopping carts."
(me)"Aw, man... I need to get out of here! I need to trick them into thinking I'm just a normal, grocery shopping citizen so they won't shoot me, then I'll run out. Ok, who would you most likely see in a grocery store? Engineer. I'll be the Engineer."
(me)"Hey, come on! I never stopped YOUR team from buying groceries!"
(spy)"I know I'm trying to kill you and you were trying to get away, but pushing the soup cans onto the floor was too much. Now we have to pick it up so the employees don't get mad at us."

It was originally me at my job telling some guy to stop messing up the aisles, then it evolved into a TF2 match where our team was getting spawn-camped. And it was in a grocery store. And I tried to sneak out, but a Spy was chasing me, and I knocked over some soup cans to try and trip him, etc etc...
The last thing I remember is reading one of the cans and trying to find its spot on the shelf, so I don't actually know if I escaped or he ended up killing me after we put them back. Dangit, alarm!

Anyway, my question in the morning was

Am I the only one dreaming these kinds of things õ_õ

If not you guys should totally tell about your favorite/most stupid/recent dream because dreams are cool lol