Moist

Dear Pita,

Don't you just love that word? Moist...Moist...Moist...reminds me of Neil Patrick Harris. Oh dear, how I love him. I wonder if you saw that episode. Anyway, don't think about it too much.

Turns out we have a follower! Sadly, I'm not sure if he counts, but I'll take it ^^ At least that's one person reading this mindless nonsense I put out into the cyberworld. Was that too redundant? Who knows...I haven't heard from You-Know-Who yet, but I hope he's having fun hanging out with his awesome friends. Oh, that Nick Jonas is hilarious. I would fight him for his steampunk goggles though. He better watch out.

I'm just kinda chillin' in my room at the moment, listening to music and coming up with even more characters that I now have to create a story for. I read the synopsis for the movie "Seven Pounds" (which I'm not sure if you underline the titles of movies or put them in quotes. Due to lack of underlining things, I will use quotes) I read that the main character has a box jellyfish, so then I got curious and went on a Wikipedian excursion to discover this "box jellyfish." It is quite possibly the most adorable thing I've ever seen that doesn't have a functional brain.

This, however, led to more jellyfish research and I came across the Aurelia. It is kinda pinkish and has this flower pattern on top. POOF! A character was born, uncreatively named "Aurelia." Which I happened to draw a few hours after posting my last entry. I am still determined to keep up with this blog! I shan't fail you!!

I do need to start writing some sort of script for my stories though. I don't know what the start with...Maybe you can help me. They're all pretty cliche, but I figure with some English classes then I shall get better. We'll see! At least it'll give me soemthing to do whilst it is raining outside. My goodness it's so moist out there. (See? The title is relevant, I promise)

That's about it for now, hopefully I don't get gray hairs while worrying so much about what he's worried about. What a strange train of worriment, wouldn't you say? I'll drive you back up to camp tomorrow and say farewells, but I hope you won't have to worry as much as I do about anything EVER. Stay cool, home skillet.

Love,
Monchan