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I'm already failing at this :( I had two stories I was working on and I swore I'd get at least one of them finished so I could publish it today, but I kept getting distracted by important things such as learning the days of the week thanks to Rebecca Black.

Dammit.

I hate my life.

Distraction time!



Here's a picture I drew when I was drunk last weekend. It's of one of my current favorite songs. When I was in fifth grade, we did a music project that I thought was super cool. We'd listen to a song, and then "draw" out what we heard on a huge piece of white paper as it played. They basically looked horrible mountain landscapes or an EKG report, but it was one of those stupidly simple projects whose purpose I can't remember, but always stayed with me.

So after taking another shot, I started listening to "Benson Hedges" by a band I will probably bring up constantly called fun., and I whipped out Paint and started drawing the song out. But between my gleeful drawing and whistling and dancing, the lines started looking like scary angry monsters so I drew a cigarette over it and called it a day.

My mom used to smoke Benson and Hedges everyday, the kind with the emerald string to rip off the wrapper. When I was a child, I actually liked the smell, because I associated it with my mom. And my mom was like, "no, child, get out of here!" because you know, second hand smoke and bad examples and all of that, but her pushing me away made me want to hang out with her even more, so I'd inhale the fumes that puffed out and not be at all grossed out by it.

I was weird. I still am.