But this is now my third day on DeviantArt, and after lazy-sleeping for the past... while, I have regained partial conciousness to tell you this: the internet is a lie. If you need proof, just look my icon in the eyes and if you wait long enough, he'll tell you that it's true.

Now, this is the important part of my journal entry for this evening. Why? Never worry about why with me, you'll just get become confused and old and ugly and nobody will ever want to speak with you ever again because of your bad breath, which could technically be overcome by a webcam conversation, but I try not to worry about that because those convos are boring and if you try to look at other things while having them, the other person starts nagging you to stop looking at porn when you're talking to them. And it's a pain.

Despite this, it seems that we've acquired a new president in times recently passed. His name is Yasa, and he's in charge of Black Shuriken, a site worth going to if you think that 2012 is a real number that can be factored. I've done it, so you'd better go check.

Click here. [link] Or just copy/paste. I don't care if the html kicks in.

I'm looking for better running music, and the Twilight movie series, which apparently prides itself on the use of Muse songs during the film, is ruining said band for me. New source of musical delights: Michael Jackson. But he's dead. Third source: Tears for Fears. Disbanded? Awwwww.

Well, I give up. There is no music.