The Past Is A Grotesque Animal

YAY.

I have homework to do.
You don't even know how excited I am.
Oh, that's right, because I'm not.

GAAAH.

*Master, why don't you start your homework now?*
Because, Patroklos, of a sweet thing called procrastination. It's similar to selling your soul to the devil.

I'm listening to a band called "Of Montreal" right now. I really like them. They have good voices. Or he. However many people are in the band. Also, an assignment for all of you. Go look up the song "Danny, Dakota, and The Wishing Well." That song will make you feel better no matter how you feel. It's been inspiring me since yesterday, and will most likely continue inspiring me for a while.

Today has been strange. I'm still struggling finding out if this is where I belong now.
I don't know.
That's the thing, I just don't know. I feel strange. I thought I had it right at the beginning of the summer, but it turns out I was wrong. So wrong . . . Oh well. I still have at least 20 years to get it right. Still finding the right friends. Have I found the perfect ones? That's not for me to say. Actually, it is, but it's not for me to say YET.

Anywho, comment y'all, before I punch y'all's mamas. Because response is nice.

AND NO ONE HAS COMMENTED ON MY STUFF FOR A LAWNG TIME.

Thus, comment.

And satisfy my selfish desires.

*Master, all of your desires are selfish*

Don't talk to me, Patroklos.