[I][FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="3"][COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Not really a block as such....... Okay, yes, it is.

I really hate it when I can write about other things, but not what I WANT to write about. It's like, "Okay, that's GREAT for this story--but I've been posting this one, and it'd be nice to keep it semi-recent". XP

Also, I'm kind of having an artist's block. Which is bad, as I should have been doing some work for drawing this week. I can think of a few things I'd LIKE to do, but given that I'm at a rather conservative Christian college and also paranoid about showing these things to anybody else.... I'm sure you can understand the rest.

So.

If anybody reads this and can come up with something to inspire me within the next hour, I'll send them 250g.

Doesn't count if it doesn't inspire me, awesome though it may be.

If I come up with nothing else, I may just do avatar art. :lol:[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][/I]

[I][FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="3"][COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Another question to any who may see it:

Am I just that dirty minded?

Or are you lot all just really sheltered?

(This is directed at other students on campus. Not you guys.)[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][/I]

[I][FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="3"][COLOR="DarkOrchid"]So so so. It's 1 outside (Farenheit; I'm too lazy to convert at the moment), and I'm wearing a short-sleeved shirt, velvet gloves, and a sweater.

And fiiine.

(Also, there are pants and socks and that sort of affair. But that has little-no bearing on my topic.)

Am I just a very unusual individual? I'm thinking about maybe a hat or something, because my ears are cold, but yeah. I'm not uncomfortable like that. My fingers get cold after about fifteen-twenty minutes, at which point I don gloves. But, yeah. I'm perfectly comfortable in that sort of weather for a rather long time. (HOMG, Wordy, where's your COAT!? My coat has a ton of rips in it AGAIN because it was kind of cheap and now it's two years old--but my grandmother's fixing it for me, and I should have it back by mid-February. It's also worth mentioning that my coat is very thin.)

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy it. (Except for the fact that I'm also unbearably sensitive to heat.) But I do find it a little strange that around forty, most people start to shiver, and between twenty and thirty-five, even the other people who like cold weather start to complain.


And the wind is evil. I don't like it with wind; only when it's all still. With wind, I get uncomfortable much more quickly.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][/I]

How is it I have found myself in this place.. with so little to wear? And such odd games to play? It must be some sort of sorcery.

I must find a way to cloth myself... It would not do to remain in what I have. Perhaps something shall come my way.

[I][FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="3"][COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Okay, so, not really, because I don't really like pumpkins, and--hello--female, and I don't even like orange. Halloween isn't even my favorite holiday.

But.

Jack was ruler of Halloween town. Yes, yes. And then he thought, "I should try something else!" (The reasons for this differ; my metaphor is not exact.) And then he fucked it up. And then he was like, "Hey, but I do THIS bloody well!"

Because Jack is smart, you see.


And, yes. I AM the Pumpkin King, and I just can't wait until next Halloween.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT][/I]