Good Times: I've lived to see 22, finally a college Senior at the top art college in the country, finally getting better control of bad instinces that pop up here and there.

Bad Times: Still stuck doing college homework during the summer when I should be slacking off with my high school friends at the movies and beach.

Good Times: My art has improved considerably despite my considerable lack of time during this summer.

Bad Times: My parents came in my room and started cleaning it WITHOUT EVEN TELLING ME, WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL, and they made me shred a whole bunch of my drawings they felt were "disturbing". [UBER SUCKAGE.]

Good Times: Most of the drawings they made me shred were all old and crappy, so its not too hard of a loss. Also, my mum said that if I really wanted to draw nasty or violent stuff I could, I just had to shred it when I was done.

Bad Times: My parents are having major money problems, and they were even arguing slightly on the day they were taking me out for a birthday seafood dinner.

More Bad Times: My mum's asshole-bosses are making her work for entire days from 9:00 till fucking 12 at night, right after they STOLE AWAY HER VACATION TIME.

Even Moar Bad Times: My brother got a speeding ticket: 300 feakin' bucks the government is trying to ink out of us.

...But Good Times: My birthday was still great, I still get to go out with friends, and we still have our jobs. And my dad and a few of his friends are trying to help my mum get a better job.

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