kid-whovien

so... i figured out how to feed the dread in my gut (feeding it makes it go away) that i get when i procrastinate, the dread of being nothing and the dread that my actions in the present may make my future kinda poopy. the answer to getting rid of it is to actually post some thing on deviantart at some point. what a great idea. well, back to reading Scot Westerfeld and John Green while simultaneously drawing. dear Tuesday, if i don't post any thing on you, slap me.

the human mind worked in the most unpredictable ways, but yet we all seem so predictable to each other. Or maybe it just seems that way after something happens, and then we think, "Wow, that is so predictable". OR, only other people can see how every one else is predictable, but can never the the predictability in there own mind.