Alle Kunst ist der Freude gewidmet

You know, I'm fucking proud of myself. You remember my much hated paper? The one that through my own stupidity I had to write in five days? I've got a fucking 1.3 (A-) for it. Damn yes baby >D (I guessed that I maybe, MAYBE get a 3.0 or something)

That's another proof that when I feel good about a paper/exam, I sucked and get a bad grade. But if I feel like I wrote shit, then I get good grades. Go figure.

Uhm, now to make this a legit post; two days ago or so I had a dream where Kent and Sain appeared. Kent had two pillows (a brown one and a beige one) that he said goodnight to and even kissed them. Sain had two as well, but I can't remember if he kissed them goodnight as well.

Uhm, yeah... I don't know what that means, but it was hilarious even in dream.

So, today I wrote fic. In German. I haven't done that for, like, YEARS. Well, it felt like that. It's just a few months.

Anyway, I doodled. It was fun.

( Flying heads! )

( Yay, Seth~ )

( Cracktasssstic~ )

LOL, here, have some birthday art (please ignore the major fail)


( Here's some more fail )