IT'S ALRIGHT, NOBODY MOVE.
I AM VERY MUCH ALIVE!

...Not that anyone missed me. x__x

Yyyyyyyeah, so. I'm pretty much done with this whole 'college' thing. Totally done. Over. Finished. Too much stress, too much... yeah. Just totally done.

To distract myself from the classes that I utterly despise, I've been reading webcomics. I do so very love webcomics. 

So here I am to recommend a few.

First off-- Romantically Apocalyptic. Set in a post-nuclear war venue. Read it. You'll laugh, I promise. And you will fall in love with zee Captain. 

Nextly-- Gunnerkrigg Court. It's a long one. But the story is SO RIDICULOUSLY INVOLVED that you'll be hooked. I love how the author doesn't let his readers know anything before his main character. And the characters themselves are diverse (and numerous) that you're sure to find someone you can love.

Third-- Housepets!. And some of you are gonna be like OMFG FURRY COMIC BURN IN HELL!!!!! But I ain't talking to you. I'm talking to the people who can enjoy a well-constructed webcomic with enough depth to support a decent plot, and at the same time be able to produce one-liners effortlessly. It's got some pretty heartwarming moments, too - 


And so on. I just fucking love this one. Warm fuzzies and all that. Don't judge meeeeeee.

But, yeah. I love me my webcomics. I'm gonna go fawn over them, now. <3

Brian Jacques died...
I'm decidedly not okay. 

Death always leaves me shaken, but I'm not sure why I'm so affected by this...
That man guided me through my childhood. When life got to be too much, I'd bury myself in blankets and wander into a library-borrowed book.

I danced with the Dibbuns during the Summer Feasts.
I hid in the shadows with vermin.
I fought great battles with Badger Lords.

I had my own character, and each story became more than just a story... I owe a LOT of my childhood to that man... My imagination and his books were best friends.

Marlfox was one of my favorites - as was Outcast of Redwall.

Redwall to Doomwyte - Lord Brocktree to The Sable Queen...

...You'll be missed, Sir Jacques...

So I'm pretty sure this kid is going to die. Like... holy fuck.
And if he doesn't die, I'm going to verbally beat him to a pulp, because he deserves nothing less.

PFFFFFFT.

Some people are, simply, childish. Naive. IMMATURE. I've not been pushed to physical violence in a LOOOOOONG TIME. Extreme pissiness, yes. But not physical violence. If this kid doesn't cool it, there will be blood. Or strong, acidic words.

And if all goes well, this will be the last pissy journal update. ^_^

Sitting at my laptop, waiting for midnight to roll around so I can read Gunnerkrigg and go to bed. Second semester starts tomorrow, and I've a new chapter to start writing. It's going to be a good one, I feel. It's going to have suspense, and drama, lots of comedy and satire, and mayhaps a bit of romance, if I'm lucky enough.

Eh. Bleeding heart me.

New semester equals new start equals better outlook. Equals more confidence equals better attitude, equals more positive-moods. And I'm okay with this. Gonna start this right, and it's gonna be great.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a webcomic to read, poetry to write, and a semester to own. Goodnight, all!

~Ταθ

"I close my eyes before the void consumes, and my last breath of freedom tastes like your name..."

 ...I find myself sitting in a less-than-warm apartment, alone, writing jigs for this tin whistle contraption (which I'm rather fond of at the moment). Somewhere in the world - hell, somewhere in the state - people are watching fireworks and drinking and socializing. At the moment, I envy them for everything but the booze. Ah, well.

( Obligatory End-of-Year Stuff~ )
Happy new year, everyone! Best wishes for all of you!!

I need music to listen to when I go on walks. Because when I don't have music to occupy my brain, my thoughts wander.

( Poetic Shitstuff, Episode 3 )

On a completely unrelated note, I have found the perfect combination of music to simulate the effects of getting stoned. 
Malena Ernman and Intervision in a shufflemix.
Equals one musically baked Katelynn.
Now just think what would happen if I added Cran-Pom to the mix.
x_x

Kalevi, I blame you for half of this. >:D Damn you and your excellent taste in music.

To everyone else (and Kalevi too, I suppose) I wish a fond goodnight. 
Επσησ, σ'αγαπο. <3

 I'm in a good mood. I feel unstoppable. I feel that I don't have anything to fear, that there's no way I can lose. It's a damn powerful feeling, boys and girls. Haven't felt this way in nearly... well, haven't really felt this way since an event in high school that will go unnamed for now. >:D

Woke up this morning at five, feeling GREAT. Probably because I'd been sleeping for the past twelve hours. This is why I don't take naps during school. Went to to work. Got too many Christmas songs stuck in my head (more on that later!), came home. Got Facebook ambushed from the Bible Thumper back home, decided against my better judgement and replied to her greeting. We talked civilly for about ten minutes, then the inevitable happened. Aaaand then she was spouting at me about God and being bisexual and my gay friends and how we can "redeem ourselves" this Christmas or some shit like that. I kept silent until she said something about us not being accepted by 'Our Father in Heaven" because of our orientation. And that poked something inside me, and I had to retort.

"Kay, sorry to interrupt your preaching, but my dad accepts me. The man who adopted me - yeah, he's not even my biological father! - accepts me for who I am. He knows I'm bisexual, and when he found out, he was cool with it. He doesn't really understand, but he also doesn't care, one way or the other. He loves me just the same. Now, when I mentally compare my dad to your god, I'd still choose dad. You say that I won't be accepted because I'm bi? Sorry sweetheart, but my dad accepts me. And I'm not going to pretend I'm someone else just to gain the favor of you, or your church, or any god. My dad loves me for who I am, and in my eyes, that's better that anything your god can offer."

I totally would've busted out a Z-snap if I could've portrayed it over chat.

She had a pretty weak argument to that, saying that my dad isn't mortal and that heaven is everlasting, but she had poked the "Loyalty" button, and I wasn't backing down. So I'm pretty sure she hates me again, and that she's not going to speak to me for another two months or so, and then she'll come back and try her tricks again. But I really don't care anymore, because... yeah.

...I really don't care for the 'God' she (and so many others) speaks of. Part of a church is something I can never comfortably be, but the all-powerful something-or-other in which I believe (lol... no.) doesn't discriminate between people, and especially won't take away your afterlife just because you're attracted to the opposite gender. I'm not saying that all people who believe in God are like that. But the ones who try to shove it down other people's throats are just annoying. Geez. Some people.

Anywho, that was this morning.

Oh, geez. It's not even noon yet. =0.0= Dang, today has been good. Gonna gets better soon, aye. Headed to a friend's house for some gaming, then there's a Christmas party tonight at work. There's gonna be seafood. You fail to realize how excited I am for this.

Oh, nearly forgot: Going back to the subject of too many Cristmas songs in my head during work (Sirius Satellite radio is <3); I'm throwing together a mash of "Little Drummer Boy" and "Do You Hear What I Hear?". It's tentatively being called "Do You Hear the Drums?", and it's gonna be AMAZING if I can manage to get what I hear in my head down on paper. I'm thinking wind quintet plus percussion. SO EXCITED FOR THIS.

Aaaaand, I think that's all I've got. I'm gonna go shower and continue my good mood. See you guys when I see you!

Αγαπι, Ταθ. <3

( Edit: Cut because it was just too long. :D )

 Silver lining that comes with being sick: I can finally hit those bottom three notes in Paul Creighton's vocal range.
This means that no Intervision song is unsingable at the moment. Yay, me.

Downside to being sick - I'm exhausted. So I'm going to go to bed.
Yeah, it's not even seven yet. But I'm tired. So screw y'all. xD

Goodnight, everyone. 
Σ'αγαπο. <3