Zix, I'm proud of you.

or I was, until what I read wasn't you driving your pizza delivery car in front of a fleeing felon, or calling the police from the back aisles of a held up corner store, or saved a kid from being mangled by a truck on a cross street.

I was proud of you until I realized you cared about useless things, and useless things cared about you. Hey zix, look outside! that apartment building is on fire, and someone is dangling periously outside the window! "are you ok?" you ask, and they reply "yea, im fine" you think somethings up, so you go inside and talk to the landlord, and he says "noone lives in that room! must be a burglar. ill sort this out right away." spot on, you think to yourself, as you log onto deviantart to spread news of your good deed

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poop

Hey, Ham. Glad to see you're alive, too.

I'm sorry that I don't live a life of heroism where I do amazingly awesome things like that all the time. But hey, one must start small to win big, right? I'm sure that if I keep doing things like this, in no time I'll be saving the world from terrorists and making you proud.

Cuz, you know, that's what I live for. Making you proud.

just playin. I love how the scout thing works with NGart. It's prolly gunna be pretty big, considering you won't find [link] that on the front page.

so, what did you get in return? nekkid gf pics? you gotta have demands when your thinking about justice.

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poop

idk what you're talking about, but I didn't ask for anything in return. All I got was the knowledge that I was performing sweet internet justice.

If I had done something like what you'd listed in the earlier post, I wouldn't mention it here; I tend to only post things that are relevant to deviantART in here, and I figured that helping to stop an art thief who was stealing things from one of my favorite artists on here applied. I don't like using the journals in here as blogs (anymore); I have an almost-completely unused blog for that kind of shit. Besides, my life is incredibly boring at the moment; the most interesting thing that's happened to me in the last week was getting a letter of rejection from a possible employer (in my defense, it was my first real interview ever, so I wasn't really very confident, and I didn't really want to work there anyway). I've done almost nothing in the last two weeks worth mentioning (or at all, for that matter); it's just been "go out to look for work, come back home, sit, and wait for them to call to come back for another interview" for the past two or three weeks. And there's nothing for me to do because my mom moved and I don't know anyone here and everyone I do know is an hour and a half away. It blows. I'm just trying to get a job so that I can get out of my mom's basement and into a place of my own (a 400 square foot apartment would be great to me right about now, as long as it's quiet and cheap), but meanwhile my mom's trying to get me into my field of study because she's afraid that by pushing me towards a totally different venue of employment, she'll be stifling my dreams of becoming a master animator. Meanwhile, I know that I don't have the stuff to pull that off, and that I need years and years of more work and an actual decent demo reel, which she doesn't understand at all, but now she's trying to get me to apply to animation companies that I know I'd be unqualified to work at...

tl;dr: Life sucks.

If I were on the forums, you'd probably have been hearing all of this over the course of several weeks, but you get it all injected into your eyeballs at once. Just like heroin, and with the same effects (you'll fall asleep and never wake up).

See, that could've been a journal post, or a blog, or something, but I know I'm boring, so I try to keep that shit from you people, to spare you the boringness of my life. If you want, I could type up something after I go through disaster training with the American Red Cross, whenever that is; I'll probably go to some fire or something at some point in the near future, if that'd make you proud. Again, it's what I live for.

you could make a teletoon original thats so bad its good

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poop

Or I could join one of the crews on Newgrounds.

It's not gonna happen. I've already got some ideas for animations, and one that's been, like, 1/3 done for the past few months that I need to get my shit together and finish.