Two years ago, my family recieved a photo from one of our friends. They sent a picture of their kids--about six or seven total, I think--and my mom showed it to me, obviously trying to show me a girl I might be interested in.
So anyway, I look at this photograph--and sure enough, this girl was hot. So my mom asks me, "Do you remember her?"
"Huh?"
"Do you remember her?"
I think for a minute and ask, "Um, not really... If we did know each other, it was probably a long time ago."
"It's Kylie," she answers. "You remember her, right?"
As I recall, Kylie is a rascal and a half. I wonder if she's as feisty and ornery as she was in the past?
So anyway, she writes back to her friend, telling them about my interest in their daughter. They say that they wouldn't let me write to her until she was 18.
So I wait two years. I think to myself, "This is going to be totally worth it. She's cute, I know from a long time ago, we'll be on good grounds, share some interests, etc." Now her birthday, May 20, has passed and...
...well....
.... .... ... ... .. .... ... ... ... ... .... .... ... .. . .. .... .. .. ....
... No word. They said she'd write to me first, and I even gave them my email address for when she was ready. At first, I'm completely burnt out, thinking that in all that waiting she'd forgotten all about me and went with some other guy.
I mean, all the angst in waiting two long, painful years just to talk to a girl I liked... It wasn't as if I wasn't tempted to date other girls. But every time that thought entered my head, I would see Kylie looking sad and broken. It nearly drove me to drink. I almost picked up smoking several times. I plotted my own suicide a few times, but never had the stupidity to see them through. I felt like I was going mad.
But then, my mom tells me, "Didn't they inform you? She's going to college in Ohio and is currently in the middle of moving there to attend classes on nursing." (Yes, she wants to be a nurse. Rowr.)
So I ask, "When is she going to find time to write me?"
"In the fall."
Cue falling piano.
On another topic, the Raven Says contest is canceled. It seems nobody wanted to enter. ><
Man, what a crappy week this has been. Excuse me while I pound my head on my computer desk. *BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!*
Oh, that felt good... My forehead's bleeding now, but at least I feel better.
I might enter some of my ideas to a comic book publisher maybe... sometime either this week or next. I still need time to make Homicide/Suicide: Partners in Crime work out.
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CURRENT PROJECTS:
Homicide/Suicide: Partners In Crime (Currently undergoing plot points and Character design)
Big Top Carnival (Working title) (Discontinued)
SNAKESKIN (Currently undergoing story writing, character design)
Maverick: Anime Diaboliche (Currently undergoing character design)(Working Title)
Tainted Silver: Imperfection (Discontinued)
Bald Guy! (Currently undergoing planning, story structuring, and character design)
Legendary Nintendo Quest (Working Title)
Another (Which can be found here: www.deviantart.com/deviation/4… )
Full Moon Chronicles (Currently undergoing story rewrite and plot details. Probably won't be continued for a while )
Family:
My Friends and Fans:
My Idols:
Clubs I'm In:

"HEy Kylie!"
"Yes?"
"You know that guy you haven't seen for ten years? Yeah we weant you to email him in two years. He's not going to go out with anyone else during that time cause he doesn't want to hurt you. He's ANXIOUSLY WAITTTING!"
CREEEEEEEPY.
Oh, but right. That's old-fashioned, outdated. I should go out and have anonymous hookups with girls whose names I don't know, like the rest of the world. THAT'S creepy and obsessive. Creepy because of how it looks when put under a verbal microscope, and obsessive because only the sex-obsessed would follow it.
You know what's actually creepy? A guy I barely know frequenting my account just to see if he can argue with me on anything. And then not knowing why.
You're blocked.
And sorry about the contest. I've been so unmotivated with my artwork anymore, even when some outside force gives me a sparkle of interest to try. x.x;