The tendency for all matter and energy in the universe to evolve toward a state of inert uniformity.
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inert uniformity, indeed. To me, it appears that I've stopped evolving, so to speak. My art is stale and shitty and doesn't seem to go anywhere. Its been like that for a while. Quite some time actually. I figured if I took some drawing classes, it'd help. It appears that I am wrong. If anything, this semester of classes has been shit. I haven't done anything more than give up more than I usually do. The sharpest point of decline was when my ipod fucking died. I've not been able to find work so reparation of the damned thing or purchase of a new one is out of the question. The most pressing matter at the moment is gas money and drawing better. Along with my loss of well..I'm not entirely sure, mojo perhaps, my willpower has basically petered out. I've no will to do anything at all really. The most I want to do anymore is sleep and read comics. Even Electric Six can't get me to draw anything even remotely good. My usual 'ower musics' haven't helped. Compounding that is the feelings of helplessness and not being able to do anything right. I need something, but I'm not quite certain what. Surely the source of this isn't that my life is shit. Mine is bloody fanfuckingtastic. A goddamn fairytale. The goddamn princess in her goddamn castle with her bitch of a wonderful Queen mother and a pair of stupid knightly brothers. The adorable (not)niece, the loyal pets, a vehicle that fuckin works the way its supposed to. I treat you jerks like shit and yet here you all are, probably about to offer petty condolences to someone who doesn't deserve it. But you jerks are idiots and won't let me wallow in my ennui because apparently to some, I am a shot of light in the dark, a pillar of madness that yanks one roughly out of their own funks in the most feeble, uselessly useful way I know. For this I suppose I should thank you. But really, sheer agonizing boredom has drained me of all life, willpower, and desire for anything really. I don't even want some cheap, greasy pizza from Little Caesars' anymore. Nothing appeals to this one. And yet, I would love some fuckin pizza. A contradiction in every way, shape, and form. This desk is uncomfortable. My bed is on its last legs(yes, it got broken some more). It is a ridiculous endeavour to keep this room clean. the cat is fucking annoying, I want to kill it. I never want to go to class again, but I do because it is the only fresh air I get besides going out to feed the stupid cat and getting the mail. Its too fuckin windy to go out and draw shit in the sunlight where I might actually perk up. Oh, and, the castle will be no more. It'll be just myself and the Queen at somepoint soon. Mum has decided that we definitely aren't staying here because of how much the monthly payment is. She doesn't like that fact that she'd be royally fucked if the nurseman decides to move out. Just having the Ham Demon gone has made her pocketbook very, VERY strained. Doesn't matter to me if we have this retarded house or a little apartment. a place to stay is a place to stay. I'll sleep in my truck if I have to, as uncomfortable as that is. ffffuck this is long.

TLR; I'm bored and can't draw worth beans because of it. I might be moving, dunno where yet.