OW. And oh, hey…

I must love to hurt myself. No, really. I think that’s a fact I’ve got to face. I fear pain usually, but now that I look at my schedule of events for the next year closely, I realized that I must be subconsciously masochistic. Why, you ask?

Well, for starters, I’ve signed up for the SAT. Again. And now, I’m going to go apply for the ACT as well. And I just applied to Temple U. Hopefully I have more luck than Vick did.

Then, I promised Mary for the umpteenth time that I will finish The Ryan Story (a comic of mine/ours) for her as a graduation present. I’ve cut it down farther than I ever had before and its still 131 pages. It’s completely written and now all I have to do is draw/ink/tone it. Lovely. I’ve done about eight pages so far. Only 123 pages to go. Plus the cover. Yeah.

Just the other day, I also came up with the brilliant idea of making a Ninjas vs. Pirates webseries with my friends. It sounds epic. I just need a camera. And a lot more time to do this.

And finally, I just spent the last forty minutes practicing the violin, which I have neglected in the last year because I didn’t have Orchestra last year. Now I do. Now I realize that I suck. Um. Yeah. Oh, and I also signed up for All-Catholic Orchestra Try-Outs. What is that? Death, my friends. Death.

On top of everything else, I’m still working on The Manigoldo. Not fast enough for Dana’s tastes (lol) but good enough for mine. I’m REALLY proud of this story. I’ve never done well with developing characters; I think this is my best attempt yet. If this doesn’t get published, I don’t think anything else I write ever will.

MY HANDS HURT D:

I want brownies.