So much fun. Not.

I'm glad that we're parting ways tomorrow with those sorry excuses for a younger brother and sister. I wish my older sister would leave too.

All my brother does is gloat about how cool and awesome and strong he is. The sad thing is that he lives up to it. He pours about half a bottle of tobasco sauce on every meal, he shows off his muscles, and then he gets into arguments with me that he always 'wins' and then he gloats about it more. He's a fucking jerk, and I want to break his neck because he has caused me more emotional pain that he'll never be able to comprehend.
My little sister and older sister. They sit there at the dinner table tap tap tapping away on their little iphone texting to their friends and posting useless shit on facebook. POSTED FOUR MINUTES AGO ON MOBILE: OH I PICKED UP A FORK LET'S PARTY
I wanted to take their iphones and smash them to bits under my shoes.

Speaking of shoes: sandals. The sun got through certain sections of my sandals and now I have a square of really bad sunburn on my feet. I feel like shit, and I can't wait to leave this fucking sinkmess.

So this trip has only made me hate my family more?
Well it's also made me hate people in this State.

The Phillies fans seem to be okay when my dad talks up to them, it's like they're brothers and stuff, or maybe even long time friends. One thing that I have seen so much of is fat people in power chairs and lazy people. It amazes me how many people here who don't appear to have any sort of other disability, they're all simply fat. Something that pisses me off, but not nearly as much, is the lazy people, who just want the free ride. What a fucking waste of energy, trying to walk to the chicken stand, right?

Mexicans continue to have the most unsanitary restaurants. I am upset, that even a high end chain like Tortilla Jo's would be so scummy. It is so authentic that the water is dangerous to drink, and they have TACOS and BURRITOS and BEER and SALSA. Oh, and the menu they gave me was covered in greasy handprints and there was salsa stains on it and it had chip crumbs on it.
Sure, i'll have the REFRIED BEANS WITH GUACAMOLE AND A LARGE SIDE OF CHICKEN FRIED CHICKEN.
Why do Mexican restaurants have to be like this? I want to eat something different.

Tomorrow is going to be a long day. Six hours in the car back to Monterey, but I have an iphone too which I only use for music. I'm going to enjoy a nice cool ride back to my place. I'm sure everything will be better in the last two days.

School is coming up, and I am really nervous.

Signing out..

Heaters gonna heat.

I'm having a lot of fun here in Disneyland, but there is one thing that I hate most that I have to deal with. That would be the insane southern California heat. It's a whopping 90 degrees and I am melting. I also don't enjoy water rides in the heat, because the water seems to stick to you uncomfortably for a long time before you change out of it. Sure, I would enjoy a water log ride if it were frozen over though.

I shaved my Gordon Freechman Goatee off yesterday and I regret it. I'm going to try it once more after my parents and I part ways. I want to also dye my hair purple. If I don't like it after it is purple I will put a ushanka on when I am in public, it's as simple as that.

I am getting my drawing skills and stuff in line, I think it's time to try something new, so..
I'm going to switch things up a bit, and I am going to try a different drawing program. I don't know what it will be, but I am open to suggestions.

After a small change of plans, too, I am going to need 70 original characters. It's a lot of work, but I think I can manage. I need a lot because that is how many cards are in a tarot deck. Every OC will be assigned a name that represents a card. For example, Ivan the Tengu will represent Justice, and Anja (thinking of changing it to Anza) will represent The Moon. All other minor characters will represent 'one of cup' , and etc.

About steam..
I enjoy being friends with Parsee AKA Millennium Edition. I used to think of it as a 'friends at gunpoint' sort of deal, but I have gotten used to his shenanigans. I'm a bit worried about Parsee though, I hear that she and Ichirin had some sort of conflict, but I don't want to intervene. It's odd though, because had it not been for Parsee looking out for Ichirin when I tried to trick her, I would never have met her.

And now this? At least I got my bank account in working order again.

A parade just started outside. I'm staying at a hotel in Walt Disney Land known as "The Grand Californian".
This parade marks 5PM, I've been writing for a while, and now I get to enjoy Disney Film characters dancing to an upbeat and catchy remix of "Bang on the Drum all Day".

For dinner, I get to go to some mexican restaurant. I will be sipping some Corona and enjoying an authentic burrito. Wow, how elegant of me. I'm going to die of heartburn. Why, mother and father, can I not simply enjoy my croissants for breakfast.

I'd rather be in Florida doing this, but it's closer to Monterey. I just can't wait for the six hour drive back to Monterey, it'll be a lot of fun NOT.

I'm not sure what to write about. I want to draw, I miss drawing.
Maybe I will work on the 'soon to be released' manifest~

'The Randall Effect'

I will admit to the fact that I am lonely, and that it does not help when one tries to roleplay as a specific person or character that their name/avatar/name+avatar represents to me.

Maybe it is my fault for leading them on? I don't know, but one things for sure is that it pisses me off.
Now, this is what I enjoy calling 'The Randall Effect'. This is when the person roleplaying their fictional characters name starts off small talk and then it becomes a display of, after a week or two, "TOUCH ME PLEASE, VOLYR."

I thought it would get them to shut up, but they rely so heavily on this as a forum of entertainment that it keeps them coming back for more. I have no way of knowing if the Randall Effect works on them, because they're pretty much new friends to me.

Now I enjoy talking to my friends, I really do, but I do not like cyber action, touching, etc. (Unless it involves Patchouli)

Please stop doing this sort of stuff with me. You know who you are.