March 31st?! CEREAL?!!

Ok. Lots to cover. I said I wasn't going to use this as a noOb emo blog. So. Here's what's new, and here's what I'm doing about it.

- I hit an all time low. Mentally, and physically. I ballooned back up to 13 stone. For those in the US who are unsure how much that is, I don't know, so work it out yourselves. I'm now back down to 12 stone, but have taking up cycling again, and am doing that daily. I've cut out most of the drink and junk food, too, which is helping.

- My sister got off with community service.

- I've hit a serious mental block, namely due to time keeping and lack of enthusiasm. Thanks to Cheeko's competition and Phil, I've now had a royal kick up the arse and have started completely rewriting Pink/Princess. I'll be posting the redrafted first issue/chapter soon.

- I'm...... I'm going to be getting anger management, or at least seeking councilling for my temper (I guess the first step is admitting you have a problem, right?) I'm not saying this for attention. Far from it.

I'm ashamed of what I've become.

A couple of weeks ago, I smashed a hole in my sisters bedroom door. One second I'm staring at the door, the next there's a bang, a hole in the door, and my knuckle is slightly bleeding.

And I had no recollection of doing it.

After a lot of yelling at me, which didn't help, it's been swept under the carpet (namely because I fixed the door near enough straight away), but after discussing it with a couple of close friends, I've decided that it's about time I get help to sort out my head.

A lot of it is because at the moment my life's going nowhere fast, and I feel trapped. There's more underlaying issues, but that's all you'll get out of me in this journal, or any other, so deal with it.

But I just wanted people to know that if I seem snappy, it's not because I'm a complete p***k. The fact that I can react so violently with literally no build up, and no control over it, scares the s**t out of me. Hence trying to get help. But it's hard, and being a very VERY proud person, it's going to be difficult.

- On a lighter note; Phil has started redrawing the pages for Pink/Princess, so that we can yet again try and pitch the series to Image. He has lots of prettyful things in his gallery, and he is the Matt Damon to my Ben Affleck, the Jack Kirby to my Stan Lee.

Without Phil, I think I would quite easily have given up on the series I dreamed up at 13 on the way to the channel tunnel on a school trip. Please, give him some love.

Or drag a wheelie chair over to him, and scream a high-pitched "AAAAAAAAAARRRRRR" at him.

(As I was typing that, I started laughing, and in my infinite wisdom had to ring him up.

*phone rings FOR-EVER*

"Hello?"

*snigger*

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!"

*bemused chuckle*

"Ok?"

*sniggering again*

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR!!! ......... *snigger*"

*Phil nervously chuckles*

"Sorry Phil, I had to."

"It's ok."

"Did I wake you up?"

"Er, no, I was just going to bed."

*Disappointed* "Oh. Ok then. I just had to, y'know..... AAAAAAAR."

*bemused chuckle*

"Yeah."

"Yeah. Ok mate, I'll let you sleep now."

*laughs* "Ok."

"AAAAAAAAAR!"

*Babbs giggles like a hysterical school girl and hangs up*

So, yeah. Phil gets too much crap from me for no one else to love him, so, c'mon. Give him a or something.

That pretty much sums everything up.

By the way, what's up with the new Journal layouts?! I'm like an old man trying to figure out an ipod!!!

Oh, and I'm ridiculously poor at the moment, so will be selling my body.

And I bought a new car. It's RED.

Babbs out.




PS: I owe a lot A LOT of art, which I will be trying to get up here by, setting myself a realistic target, tuesday.

I also owe a Rocket pic for winning AFL.

It will be here.

And X-O. If your reading this, send me a note with every address you will be at over the summer. I'm going to copy the animation I made you for helping me out last year to every DVD I can get my hands on and send it to you.

Oh yes. I will.

"GAME ON!!!"