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lantairvleaSays my familiar'd be either a cat or a monkey *shrugs.*
Mrr. Got both of my German packets done, which is good *waves flag.* Though I haven't touched my math and I have a nice pile O' crap that I need to do to get myself out of a hole of backup homework. Then there's the comissions that I need to get finished, and I jsut had an ideer for another drawing and, and, and. *Melts.*
I think I'm going to go have a shower and sleep. Sleep well at that. I want to get out! I want to go and DO SOMETHING! Something I WANT to do! ACH! I feel like the carbon bubbles in a soda. Sure, sitting happily at top for a while, pushing against the lid and awaiting the opening thereof, then some twit comes along and shakes it all up! Forcing me back to the bottom of the bottle and trapped! Taking a while to get out of solution and float up to the top again, only to be sloshed back down into the mixture.
I've wedged myself at the neck of the bottle. I'm trying to twist it off from the inside, but I CAN'T! Something inside of myself keeps on tugging, pulling, making me slide back down to where I was. Frustration!
I feel the need to ride. I so want to ride. I want to run, I want to sling a rifle over my shoulder and take a few shots at some targets. I want to take something in my claws and teeth and tear it apart. I feel the need to slash something, I feel the need to build something beautiful, I want to make something tell the truth, the horrible, ugly truth. I'm being pulled in so many directions, yet I'm still stuck in one spot. Crammed into the neck of this glass bottle, trying to push and twist off a cap that's on too tight. Straining to avoid whatever fate might occur if I'm not fast enough, strong enough.
I'm going to draw and have a shower.
Mrr. Got both of my German packets done, which is good *waves flag.* Though I haven't touched my math and I have a nice pile O' crap that I need to do to get myself out of a hole of backup homework. Then there's the comissions that I need to get finished, and I jsut had an ideer for another drawing and, and, and. *Melts.*
I think I'm going to go have a shower and sleep. Sleep well at that. I want to get out! I want to go and DO SOMETHING! Something I WANT to do! ACH! I feel like the carbon bubbles in a soda. Sure, sitting happily at top for a while, pushing against the lid and awaiting the opening thereof, then some twit comes along and shakes it all up! Forcing me back to the bottom of the bottle and trapped! Taking a while to get out of solution and float up to the top again, only to be sloshed back down into the mixture.
I've wedged myself at the neck of the bottle. I'm trying to twist it off from the inside, but I CAN'T! Something inside of myself keeps on tugging, pulling, making me slide back down to where I was. Frustration!
I feel the need to ride. I so want to ride. I want to run, I want to sling a rifle over my shoulder and take a few shots at some targets. I want to take something in my claws and teeth and tear it apart. I feel the need to slash something, I feel the need to build something beautiful, I want to make something tell the truth, the horrible, ugly truth. I'm being pulled in so many directions, yet I'm still stuck in one spot. Crammed into the neck of this glass bottle, trying to push and twist off a cap that's on too tight. Straining to avoid whatever fate might occur if I'm not fast enough, strong enough.
I'm going to draw and have a shower.
