here are a list of thoughts that have been passing through my mind lately:
so i'm beginning to think i'm self-absorbed to the point where it may become a bit ... irritating. like i love myself a whole fucking lot and i'm obsessed with myself and i'm pretty sure it transfers into my artwork/why slade exists/ why i want to make comics/ why i'm a goddess etc ...
like ... i really, really love myself
i am like the best fucking thing since sliced bread and if you think otherwise then you've got another thing coming, buster. (seriously though. LOOK AT ME I AM FABULOUS.) i could literally write an essay about why i am fabulous and many of you would like it and nod and chuckle and sing your praises and i would laugh while languishing on my throne and being a graceful slob.
but .... see, when i write stuff like that, i wonder if it comes off as annoying and conceited and if it does then that makes me sad! because i shouldn't have to feel like an asshole for proclaiming i'm like the best thing in the world. because i am~! there is no one else like me. and that is a good/bad thing. because i feel like the world would be a better place if there were more people like me. (sans the procrastination. nothing would get done.)
concerning that procrastination:
i need to get my work done this weekend. i don't know why i can't seem to do what i need to do, but it's frustrating and i suppose it's just because there are now a billion things i want to do at once. so yeah. ... working.
i need to do that. and get it done in a timely fashion. LIKE ACTUALLY GET IT DONE. i have 16 things to get done in the next 5 days. putting it like that, i should be able to get it done!!
and then there's artwork:
GOD WHY DO I HAVE A TABLET NOW ALL I WANT TO DO IS DO DIGITAL STUFF AND NOT DO MY HOMEWORK FUCKING HELL I JUST WANT TO DRAW SLADE AND DAHLIA AND EDDIE DOING THINGS AND DRAW PEOPLES' WARDENS AND MAKE SILLY ONE TO THREE PANEL COMICS FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES BUT I'M NOT ALLOWED BECAUSE I PROCRASTINATE AND HAVE SO MANY THINGS DONE JUST UGH ALAINA WHYYYYY