Flood! {Week 07}

Long post ahead. And kind of boring too! I've always got you covered. Been a hell of a week. That stops meaning anything when I say that about every week but somehow it always stays true. This time it's nature though, is that better? We had a huge flood. Streets across the river and bridge totally submerged. Read all about it! And the Olympics are happening. Not here obviously, but somewhere. Somewhere they are happening. 

And I've got a bit of a retrospective on my life in 2016, what with that trend going around on social media or so I hear. Wow. All in a week.

Week 7.

Monday was such a good day. A rarity! Early in the morning I went for another RDV with my social worker. She's hands-down the best social worker I've ever had: she started with the fact that she's there to help solve any problems I have in relation to integration and making the job search progress easier. Stuff like accommodation, health, financing etc. It makes sense that it's her job but now it seems that previous social workers were purposely obscuring that to just get me out the door...

Anyway, since I'm doing OK with accommodation and have welfare right now, I'm only really looking for work. But she also said that I should start looking into taking a driving test. I've never formally learnt to drive but when I was a teen my mum taught me to some stuff but it's been like a decade since. Every other time I moved around so much and I never had time to get my license. I was really nervous to even ask because I assumed my French wasn't good enough to take the test but she said I should try a practice exam and if it's passable she'd set up the rest. 

I'm actually super scared. Probably irrationally. I've seen and been in cars with people who were such horrific and reckless drivers, I still have no idea who decided they were fit for the road. Though I might get failed for driving too slow because I can't imagine doing something more terrible that causing a card accident. The stereotype of women being bad drivers always caused me to raise an eyebrow because of how absurd it is: I know of so few women that have been in accidents where someone dies and they are statistically safer drivers. Guys, on the other hand... Either way, I'm scared I'll freak out and freeze up.

After that I came home and we watched a little more of the Olympics, I'm excited to see the women's Big Air tonight. Tom called me up and I totally blanked that we wanted to play more Left 4 Dead 2 today! We got through Dark Carnival, Swamp Fever, and Hard Rain (which is my fave). I think I forgot to mention in my last post but I'm playing as Ellis, he is usually my main and I know the idea that he gets hit by the specials more is not true but it sure as fuck feels like it! Tom is playing Nick (he has a type, what can I say...). My brother always plays Rochelle and my sister always plays Coach. 

Come evening time, we got mad at France TV because they keep jumping between events and so we missed the entire second run of Big Air. Like man, who does that?! They only have 2 official sports channels and at one point both were playing ski jumping! Also, the amount of ads and AI...dude... anyway, they luckily took it back to Big Air for the final run and Kokomo Murase was amazing! It's pretty funny to see that almost all the athletes are way younger than me (t'was a time when everyone was older than me, ah, the naivete of being a kid!) but the new generation is really good.

My sister and I also stayed up to like 3AM to finish this puzzle she bought at the second hand store. The seventh layer of hell is realizing you've been trying to stick three incompatible but identical black puzzle pieces for 15 minutes only to find out that the one you needed somehow fell to the floor and has been looking at you the whole time.

Sanity at zero.

On Tuesday I had a monster migraine all day. Like it wouldn't take a fucking break! On Wednesday I finally fully updated CDwORLD. Imagine if I was smarter and knew Javascript or something and could somehow automate the process? Nah...

Thursday, we were hit by a huge storm. My windows were shut tight and still every gust nearly took them of their hinges and slammed them into the walls. Our roof shuddered and creaked and groaned. We could hear every single time the wind beat against us and the neighbours. 

In the morning we saw that while our house was alright, our friends' house where we go to clean every week, took some hits. They have a kind of shade sail attached to the wall at the back of their house and the thing ripped off in the night and smashed holes in their glass door with the hooks. And the worst thing was that the entirety of the other side of our town, that's downhill, was submerged.

We've heard that our region can get really flooded, we had yet to see it though, and this was nearly apocalyptic. I mean, houses totally flooded and roads where we walked not even a week earlier totally under water. We're completely safe in town but it's weird to see. Even the main road by the farms is completely blocked. 

Fuck it, welcome back Atlantis.

Come Friday, it was almost my mum's birthday so I went out and bought all the stuff I needed to prepare dinner. Tom also came over in the afternoon, we were supposed to do some sketches for his OCs that he wants me to draw but got totally side-tracked by video games. We played some MW3 and moved on to Diablo III which we played for hours until we were so tired we only had energy for a movie. We decided to watch Final Fantasy Spirits Within because Tom hasn't seen it in years. There was some random ass council member that me and Mo were like: 'Fucking hell, this guy's voice is so recognizable! Who is it?!'. Well it was Keith David who's famous for like...every role he's done but we know him best as the Arbiter from Halo and Anderson from Mass Effect.

On Saturday it was my mum's 54th. It's pretty weird... I remember knowing that my mum was like 35, like that was a fact in my small child brain and now it's 20 years after. Probably weirder for her. I made her breakfast in bed while my brother and sister went out to buy flowers and a cake so it would all be fresh. We had a lazy morning, she was supposed to have lunch with us and go out for a dinner and a concert with a friend in the evening but it was all sadly cancelled because of the flood. Instead I made cannelloni for the first time, lasagna with extra steps, I say. Forgot to take pictures as usual but we had a good time, just the family and Monique who is also family so...

Birthday!

Lots of gossip about our small town and stuff. Nobody starts shit like small town public servants start shit, man. They'll make the drama if they can't sniff any out. Tom says as much too and I can see it.

Sunday was laid-back. I finished the Titanfall 2 fanlisting. It's my fave game of all time and while I'm not totally happy with the layout, it will work for now. 

I read a real nice post by Rhys Wynne whom I know from 32bit about the 'Me in 2016' trend. He says he came across it on Insta, but I don't even go there, though I too have witnessed something like it on Tumblr. I think Key also made a similar post earlier in the year. Basically, it's kind of an exercise in looking back at where and who you were ten years ago. Ten years ago. Fuck off...No, really, fuck off!

So, I already started diary-keeping by then (thanks, past me), so I've got some insight into how I was doing back then. And how was that? Bad. One reason for it: high school. I was very angsty, very self-deprecating, very insecure, and agitated all through out my teens. If I had friends, best friends, I spent much time doubting if they even liked me (with and without reason). I knew teachers hated me and I was a chronic underachiever that sometimes had sparks of good work, maybe even excellence, that resulted in teachers praising me one day and realizing it was a false-positive on the indicator for any real future success the next. I was somehow both too honest and an oversharer and also constantly making shit up and never saying what I really mean. I was so mad at people who just follow the herd and would constantly fly off the handle with tangents about it but I was also totally misinformed about the world, too lazy and too stupid to learn new things or to look outside convention, and also a coward on most days when it came to standing up for something, and what brings me most shame, for someone when need be. I speak pretty fondly of music, movies, and games of that era or earlier because that and the 'art' I created were my only escape.

With all that said, I don't really hate or even cringe at the person I was back then. I was just a kid. And if I was a whole separate person from my 16/17-year old self I wouldn't want to let her down by also turning away from her. It's weird. It really feels like it's not me at all, but somewhere still she stays within me. I guess you should have love for your past self, even if your crime was being an unbearable teenager.

Here's an excerpt from early 2016 from my diary. First, a very bizarre set of sentences. Second, isn't it funny how memory works? I do not remember mourning David Bowie so severely. 

January 2016.

Last entry of 2016. Seems when school started everything went to shit fast and I didn't write until well into 2017. I guess if you're asking yourself: was I really that angsty in high school? The answer is always yes, without a doubt, yes. I think as sad as this little tidbit is it really summarized what I was feeling in 2016.

August 2016.

Very hard to remember what exactly was life-changing back then but there's about three things that I can talk about that were so new or so important in my life back in 2016 that they did irreparable damage to my spirit:

1. First Taste Of Boozing

Late by some standards, illegal by others, the first time I got really fucked up was in 2016 when I probably already turned 17. We'd go to the supermarket with our group of friends of probably 10 people, we had kids as young as 15 in the group which is honestly really terrible but since it was a small school friendships and drunken nights out between grades weren't that weird. We'd pick up nasty beers like Coronas, and cocktails in bottles, and girly vodka with a barely-there raspberry or lemon aftertaste. Everyone threw in 100 RMB (that's 15 USD, 12 Euro, or 10 Pounds) or so into our little money pot and buy enough booze for everyone to have a good time all night. Don't think I've ever had drinking this cheap after.

Shamelessly, or with some shame, we would wait out a playground not far from a friend's house (and sometimes we had a friend who'd not even bother waiting, he'd place himself on the rubbery floor beneath a slide as some kids still had their fun on the monkey bars right above his head, after which he deigned us with a line that we would quote endlessly for many years to come: 'If you keep drinking, it's like the kids aren't even there'). We'd drink and drink and play games like King's cup, and maybe even Truth or Dare and eventually the couples would disperse, some just a meter away so the loud saliva-exchange was audible, and not very romantic in reality. The singles were left and maybe someone was so fucked up that they were barely awake, so usually I kept them face down because I'd be all on fire with paranoia after having seen the episode of Breaking Bad where Jane chokes on vomit in her sleep.

Other times I had another friend who I always suspected felt about things similarly to the way I did. Sometimes when the party wound down a little we'd still keep drinking, we'd drink till we were sick. A bottle of vodka between the two of us, drained. My dad isn't an alcoholic or anything but he drinks a lot so I was always thinking maybe I'll be someone who'll drink a lot too. Just to have fun.

I don't drink anymore, not really anyway. Not because I think it's bad or something, I just had my fun. I make life hard for myself in other ways anyway, so I kind of resist even the invitation. But it really did change things back then, I think we were all so new and fresh and no on there (even the big-talkers, all those guys that had girlfriends in other schools and already lost their virginities supposedly) had actually been so out of control and had their mind shaken this hard before. A nice collective experience in easing up, maybe losing your mind a little.

2. Why Did You Think You'd Be An Engineer?

For strange reasons unknown even to me I thought I'd be an engineer when I was 16. Now, I think the truth is that some of this was rooted in my fear of being perceived as stupid. It was my number one nightmare: being a fucking moron. And if I was an engineer, which is something I only mildly enjoyed, nobody could possibly think that.

Dreams come true, so do nightmares. Or maybe you just stop giving a shit. I can easily admit that I'm a dumbass now, I'm not very bright. Or driven. But I'm no liar. And what I love is creative. I love to write and draw, and I'll probably never be good at it like I wanna be but it is what I do. And that was the year that I dropped my physics classes and moved on to the arts completely.

Our school wasn't really looking to make artists though so that wasn't really a great time for me either. I only stopped being so afraid in university. Lots of shit was still wrong and bad, but I wasn't going to lie anymore.  

3. Don't Be Afraid

I think as a teen, everything scares you. Exhilarates you, because everything is so new. But also you're tweaking 24/7. I think my fears of myself where amplified like a siren, ringing without pause. I think it was pretty obvious to everyone that I was some type of queer back then, but it never stopped anyone from partaking in a little homophobic humour and such. I laughed, because I thought it wasn't about me. Kind of feels like nails on a chalkboard to think that they may have been laughing twice as hard knowing that such personalized insults flew right over my head too.

I've been ugly, in the social sense, since my early teens. Because I had something like acne and I was fat. Classic. Anyway, I hated myself for it. Like it was my fault I looked like that and that it was a fatal flaw. Guys, I'm still fat, I just don't care anymore. I also don't feel much for beauty these days. I guess I'm actually kind of lucky because as a kid fat-shaming and calling people ugly was pretty basic, like: 'you fat bitch, you're ugly!'. Now there's like 1000 dollar skin care routines, bad face ratios, the fear of reaching the decrepit and arcane age of 25, and some more eugenicist pseudo-bullshit that is presented like fact and gospel truth. I would not survive as a teen now.

Can't say I've been totally cured of all self-image issues but things are better, perhaps only because they were at their worst in 2016. As cute as the body positivity movement of the late 2010s was, it did little for me. Something else helped. I think I just saw what the world did to me and to millions of others and I saw myself now as just a little speck of dust in the unstoppable, all-churning, every-which-way encompassing machine and it really put shit into perspective. We're all gonna have no money and no time for anything. We're all gonna die, and soon. I don't care about your thigh gap, man.

I like photos of me from then. I'm not like Dua Lipa or anything, but I look cute. I think I'd think that even if I looked like a complete monster (which is what I thought back then). Beauty and sex appeal is cool and it's cool that we all agree that it matters, because nothing is funnier than a really hot person telling us mere mortals that 'everyone is beautiful and that hot people have insecurities too'. But it's still shallow. And shallow things aren't bad, but they are secondary. 

2016.

2026.

So! Sorry for getting so damn moody again. But I can't really think back to then without facing the truth. It kind of sucked. Now sucks too. Most of time sucks! But since we're already here we may as well see what's after. It's good to get older, can't think of a single thing I'd want less than to be young forever or to go back in time (not in a cool time-traveler way but literally to return to the exact same past with the exact same future waiting for you). So, thanks in some ways 2016, and thanks, past me. You survived! Wouldn't be here without you. 

The end.

This Week I'm Excited For...

I have no idea. Everything feels like such a mess right now. I'm pretty excited to finish Red Dead and try some more Rockstar games. I've only ever played Bully, GTAV, and San Andreas but I never finished any of them. Maybe I'll just jump right into it and start with V. Or maybe I should respect chronology and start with III or something. Argh! Suggestions?

Song Of The Week... 

Alice sent me so many great songs this week, but the highlight is Cyclone Fence by Rose Blossom Punch from their 1997 album, Ephemere. Totally moody and dark, the piano motif is so fresh yet nostalgic. Aaron Sprinkle, the vocalist, has a voice that is... I don't know why but it feels like the ideal hybrid of Doug Martsch and Jeremy Enigk. This is an insanely good song, Alice is literally the best at finding great songs no one else even knows about!

Howdy {Week 06}

Hey friends. Winter continues... thought it's gotten so warm around my town. If our house was better isolated I wish we'd have colder winters but since that ain't the case I'll take the current predicament. 

This week was much like every other, I'm still waiting on responses to my job applications. It's not looking good, I'm probably gonna have to start looking at options in bigger towns. I really don't want to but it's looking like I might not have a choice.

Week 6.

Monday was pretty great, I worked some more on ideas for Nanoreno and some minor stuff on the site. In the evening I finally started Red Dead Redemption. That game has been on my to-play list for like, 15 years already. It's time. I've already started saying howdy at family, cats, inanimate objects. It's bad.

Finished the July spread for the COTY calendar on Tuesday but I'm not revealing it yet. With my current working pace I'll probably have August to December done only in May. Which I guess I'm alright with. Me and Mo also played a lot of ODST, we'll probably finish it on our next sitdown.

I've been busy fucking around with the new client that let's everyone play Titanfall 1 again on Wednesday. Me and Mo didn't figure out how to host our own LAN server so we haven't started the 'campaign' yet but hopefully we'll do that soon. Later this year it's gonna be Titanfall 2's 10 year anniversary for which I definitely want to draw something. 

My sister also forced the cats into a photoshoot with bubbles. 

He's so long...

Nothing of note on Thursday but on Friday the Olympics started. I'm planning to keep up with all the snowboarding events and curling. The opening ceremony was pretty good with the crazy presentation and dancing and with all the athletes and their outfits (Brazil wins this one) until they showed JD Vance's face (so gross!). And then Israel showed up too. Double gross! Nothing good should ever be expected from the big business of sports-based whitewashing of course.

More Olympics on Saturday and Sunday, we're still in the qualifications for many events. I never really cared about ice-skating to be honest but I usually still watched it. I will not be cheering on the really shitty French couple that literally support a rapist. Why can't people be fucking normal for once?!

Regardless, I also spent the weekend doing some drawing and planning for the visual novel. I hope I can make some what of an announcement on finnybox later this month. 

The end.

This Week I'm Excited For...

Snowboarding events, mainly Big Air and Halfpipe. My mum's birthday. Tom's gonna probably come over to hang as well.

Song Of The Week... 

I found a random AMV someone made of Left 4 Dead 2 to Paramore's Hard Times on Tumblr and it's been totally glued to my mind all week. I haven't listened to much of Paramore's post-2010 or so stuff but this is such a great track, so catchy.

99% Zombie-Proof {Week 05}

Hey everyone. Happy February! And just like that 1/12th of 2026 is over. I barely blinked, how does this keep happening? Isn't it weird how much time shrinks and stretches when you get older? Or maybe I just understand how a calendar works better now, I don't know... 

I'm wishing on some stability as usual, making some of it happen, as much as I can while things out of my control keep on a goin'. One of my favourite quotes ever is definitely about the most profitable time to plant a tree (ten years ago vs today, you know which one) because it's perfect for lazy and indecisive people like me. But hey, it works.

Week 05.

Monday was pretty good: I had my follow-up meeting with France Travail and my new social worker. It was productive, paired with the job applications I already sent they will also notify me of any work opportunities. Sweet. I was on a roll and even dropped by the dentist's at the perfect time when she had no patients and got my filling adjusted.

Otherwise I took some time to add new members to CDwORLD. The backlog has been crammed to hell so I'm glad I finally got around to adding folks who've submitted applications like a month ago...

On Tuesday I was somewhat preparing for Nanoreno, mostly my brainstorming. I also watched some movies including the 2022 Scream. It was okay... I was gonna go see the new Scream in cinemas but I read that that's the one Melissa Barrera got fired from for being pro-Palestine so now there's no way I'm not torrenting it instead. 

Wednesday and Thursday was more of the same. Working on projects, searching for work vacancies and so on. I actually didn't take any photos at all this week! This is terrible.  

No response about work as of Friday. I would have a much easier time looking for work in Bordeaux or even Agen but I just don't know if I'd even be able to travel there every day. I guess I'll have to if nothing works out closer to home. It was my dad's birthday too, we had a short call with him. Not much too say but he was very sick in December so I do feel sorry for him about that. He's better now. But boozing catches up with you, I guess.

We also called with Tom and started Left 4 Dead 2 at last! Not often does a sequel of an already excellent game come out even better... but that is totally true for Left 4 Dead 2. I guess if Scream 5 taught me anything this month is not to be a genre snob. For so long... I denied being a zombie fan... I don't know why, maybe because of what a disaster the Walking Dead turned into eventually even though me and all my friends were so into it from like 2010-2014. But I am, okay?! Love zombies. Or maybe the world where zombies rule...

C'mon!

On Saturday Tom showed up in person and we played a bunch of games: Amped 2, Battlefront II, Hunter: The Reckoning, and Diablo III. We spent most of the time on Diablo III, this time I made a Demon Hunter and we called all our characters after Mean Girls characters. I was Gretchen.

I made a banana cake too. 

Sunday, the month of January officially ended, that's kind of wack... time is passing all of us by. I tried to get listed on some directories recently, including Linklane and Smooth Sailing. I think my fave thing to join so far was the Linklings Club though! Everyone gets listed via their interests which can be as general or specific as you want them to be. Consider joining because I love nothing more than finding people into the weird shit I'm into. 

The end.

This Week I'm Excited For...

Not sure. For anyone to respond to any of my work applications, I guess. Also next week the season finale of season 2 of Fallout will air so that's pretty cool. There's also lots of birthdays next month.

Song Of The Week... 

I actually didn't really listen to much new music this week except a really bad album that tricked me into thinking it would be some boring yet pleasant 2000s pop. Lies! Instead I listened to a Deftones album I rarely listen to mainly because it has a cover of a Smiths song I don't really like. Like I find the original of Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want annoying, it has nothing to do with Deftones. I might be the only Smiths hater around honestly, and it has actually nothing to do with Morrissey being a total dick or anything. I just could never get into them. However, there are other great covers like Simple Man and some acoustics that are just wow. Like the acoustic for Be Quiet and Drive that is almost Massive Attack-like.

{February 2026 Start}

 Happy February everyone! Shortest month of the year is here and I'm stressed out

Goals 

 1. Plan birthday dinner for mum

2. Job search continued

3. Apply for titre de voyage/carte vitale

4. 1 or 2 digital paintings for Fairyary

5. Finish COTY calendar for August-December

6. Nanoreno prep

7. Javascript basics 

{January 2026 End}

First month of 2026 is already over?! Say it ain't so! It was a difficult month for me but I did get some important stuff out of the way so we'll count what counts.

Goals 

 1. Buy a present for my mum

I spent ALL my money on bills this month and I have no good ideas for a gift either. I have two weeks to think of something stat! 

2. Meeting with France Travail

Done and done, waiting to hear back from them. 

3. Apply for titre de voyage/carte vitale

Something is really weird with the insurance site and I can't login. Need to bring it up with the social worker next meeting. 

4. Full update to CDwORLD

Nearly done! Added a bunch of members and half the CDs. Woo! 

5. Finish COTY calendar for July-August

Didn't do this this month... gotta finish it in February and March! 

6. Localize all web site assets

Not all, but lots. I'll count it. 

7. Continue notebook database excel 

Did that and scanned some more notebooks. It will be nice to put them upstairs and make some more space in my room. 

I Love You, Pixel {Week 04}

Greetings! Honestly, this wasn't a great week. It went mostly fine, I worked on more job applications and the like. Did a bunch of stuff on my site that I've been putting off for way too long.

But I got bad news on Saturday and I've been kind of dealing with that this week too. So, sorry if this post reads kind of lame and sad, I wasn't in the best mood from the weekend on. I wish I was stronger, better at taking the things that will inevitably happen to everyone in life. But I'm really not.

Week 4.

Had a funny experience on Monday. I was bored in the kitchen and had a book beside me so I decided to play a little fortune telling game that you too can play anytime, so long as you have a book. Here's how:

1. Ask a question. It can be open-ended.

2. Thumb through pages until you feel like stopping, crack the book open where you stop.

3. See a number in your head. Starting from the top of your page count down to the line of the number you got, if its a bigger number than there are lines on the page, flip the page and continue.

4. That single line is your answer. 99% it will not make any sense.

Er, except when it does! At least grammatically. My question was 'what kind of job will I get?' and as I leafed through the book and picked my line the answer was very direct, personalized, and threatening: 'her to the kingdom of the shadows of the dead'.

???

Like a funeral home? A cemetery? I'm scared. Don't go looking for your future in a book about Greek myths, it's all downers over there.

On Tuesday I updated all of the media logs for 2025! I missed like everything between September and December so it was a little rough catching up but I'm glad I stuck to it. Went to do my little janitor side gig.

By Thursday I finally decided to do Nanoreno this year. Not setting anything in stone a 100% but I think I'm gonna do a sort of whodunnit slasher visual novel. But just the first chapter, making an entire VN in a month is a little too wild for me.

On Friday I was chatting with my friend Tom on the topic of romance. Won't go into detail but thoughts were shared, I'm still wondering where I fit in all of it. I don't know if I'd be less lonely if I was with someone, or if I liked someone like that. I'm kind of afraid the answer will be yes. In a lot of ways I'm at my lowest in my life right now: don't have my own space, barely make an effort to get dressed for the day, and I'm a really boring and unambitious person. I'd hate to do all that to someone.

I do get very sick of people telling me that it will happen for me, it simply hasn't yet which is why I feel the way I do, because I'm not looking forward to it myself. Like, everyone's got more stakes in my love life than I myself do. I don't really know what I'm saying. Maybe it's like faith and lots of money; I wish I had it. But I don't and I can't do a thing about it.

I had a horrible Saturday. I'm sure a lot of people did. Nurse Alex Pretti was murdered in broad daylight by Nazis. Things were never really good but things are only getting worse. Nightmare and more nightmare.

One of my grandma's cats, my cat by extension, Pixel Junior, passed away that night. Pixel Jr because when we lived in China we sort-of had a cat (he just showed up one day and left another) who we called Pixel. Grandma liked how the name sounded even though she had no idea what a pixel was. He was totally normal until the morning of the 24th, when she found him. He passed in his sleep peacefully, at the age of around 13. He possibly had an underlying issue we never knew about because he wasn't sick or suffering. I'm heartbroken, I miss him so much. He was pretty reserved but so sweet and patient.

I looked at pictures of him, was scared to honestly, but was surprised that I felt more joy at the memories I had of him than the pain of having lost him now. I love him, I'll always love him and remember him. I'm so glad he was with us for his whole life, my brother found him and his siblings near a bin and they would have died. My brother took him and his friend took another kitten, and there was one more left who they also found a home for. My grandma had another cat who lived to near 17 called Elvis, him and Pixel were close. Once Elvis passed, Pixel missed him a lot. But we fostered a kitten Koda (who now lives on a farm, bless him, he is a very stupid cat and should be far away from moving vehicles) and adopted another kitten, Shigeo, who Pixel always took care of.

Here's some photos of one of the best things that ever was in the world:

Pixel Jr with Elvis.

Grandma spoiling him.

He was very dusty in the winter.

With my sister.

Nap.

More naps.

Chillin'.

Letting my sister dress him up.

I miss him and Elvis so much.

Hard day of studying.

Pixel Jr and Shigeo.

Pixel, then Koda, then Shigeo.

He was so caring to Shigeo.

Food time.

I have all three!

Loved carpets.

Funniest pic of Pixel Jr.

Bermuda triangle.

New year's eve with everyone.

More sneaking.

Hanging out with Pixel Jr.

Pixel Jr and my brother.

Caught something?

Outside... even in the show!

We played some more Left 4 Dead with Tom to stay distracted. It worked for some time but I was depressed all day. I take losing pets very hard, I know a lot of people don't think it's that serious but every cat my family ever had was also family. 

On Sunday we all helped out my sister with re-organizing her room. She goes through many phases and I think the current one is comic book stuff. I remember also moving shit around as a kid all the time, though I didn't really have a style or anything. Maximalism, I guess.

The end.

This Week I'm Excited For...

I wasn't really excited for anything. I kind of wanted everything to just stop. I have an important meeting on Monday so I guess I'm excited to see what they tell me and for it to be over. Lately I've been mostly excited for things to end and I don't really like that.

Song Of The Week... 

I actually didn't really listen to much new music this week except a really bad album that tricked me because of it's super 2000s cover. I've been listening to Threes again, this time I got really stuck on Atlas. I just feel awful, man. Don't worry though, just need to wait a little longer and things won't get better but I'll have some time to myself.