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[cuddlefish]

Robin's pastel baby-colored desktop. With Mamegoma lounging around. My Recycle Bin is a tiny cat pretending to be flan. I think I must be trying to kill myself with cute.

I'm a little mopey about skipping Otakon again (but I mean, seriously, people can still be huge fans of FMA without seeing a L'Arc en Ciel concert and Vic making Ed say that stuff about miniskirts), and...stupid Japanese. What's the point of being proud if all those other people can speak it? :< And probably English, too. Sob sob. COMFORT ME BITCHES.


I really feel like I've just latched onto the JLPT as a little...hamster-wheel. For myself. I'm too afraid of responsibility and not being perfect to go to school or get a job, so I take the JLPT and say I'm making progress. I mean, people keep saying this is progress, but how much? Isn't taking the JLPT 1 redundant by now? So I went to NYC and took a test, I did that last year. I need a new goal. I want a new goal? I'm scared this one isn't enough.

[What was originally here was my reaction to what I think is the standard pep talk for this sort of complaint. It's a favorite rant of mine. It got long. To summarize, fast way = risky like taking all the trazidone and jumping off the roof. And cruel, and irresponsible, and totally fake.]

I drew more (unfinished) pictures. ...okay, PORN, FINE. It's Roy, Ed, and Ed again and I'm surprised at how far I got with each one. I mean, usually I can only draw one picture fit for human consumption before I get to the legs or some unpleasant piece of perspective I don't have any practice on.

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[moumusu.livejournal.com]

No. ^^* I just didn't feel like moving it.