Dirty, dirty art whore

Recently, my only source of income dried up, and apparently my parents have long since stopped caring about my pathetic whining for privileges like "food" and "a bed". This has presented me with a slight problem. You see, I have needs. Wait, scrap that, that makes it sound like I need money for a prostitute. Which I don't. Really. By needs I mean food and whatever I'm subscribed to at the moment, along with when I start leaving my house again, the usual social tax. For about a month I've been watching by already small bank balance shrivel up and die. And now, I've got to the point where I'm going round my house collecting pennys to turn into cash to turn into computer cash, which is somehow better. I'm doing my best, trying to get my brother round so he can drop pennys down the sofa which I can collect later, but eventually, as always, the pennys run out.

So I have a plan:
I'm going to sell stuff. I'm not yet sure what, but I've got to have some old games or something left. If it gets bad enough, I'll have to start painting stuff and selling it like some kind of disease ridden art whore. A dirty, dirty art whore. I can't make good art, but neither can most artists, so its ok really.

Procrastination from procrastinating

I've been meaning to update this again, but I guess I've been busy or something. I kept on starting posts and then scrapping them because they didnt feel funny, until I realised. That is exactly what actualy blogger people do! So I guess thats good. This still isn't really a post though, but it will keep you distracted while I escape, again without posting. Fwahahaha.

So tired...

I haven't actually been in school for a while now, and I feel this is having negative effects on my health. I've never exactly been the most active person, but going to school was really the only time I would move around, so taking that from my daily routine is not good.

Before:Nowadays:

This is a problem, especially if I manage to drag myself halfway up the stairs only to realise that theres still a pile of debris blocking my door, that I should have cleared yesterday but I didn't. In this case, I usually just play solitaire on my ipod until I have the energy to go back downstairs to the tv again.

Going downstairs is definitely easier than going upstairs, but with my house its somewhat dangerous:

Comfort

I find being comfortable hard. It gets very complicated, with many difficult equations of cushions and vertabrae and clothing to take into account, often leading to me creating a kind of nest of blanketed cushions, pillows and armchair, which looks likely to swallow me without anyone noticing.

Assuming positions like this brings about a new type of distraction: people. "Are you comfortable sitting like that?" "That looks uncomfortable, here, have another cushion". I mean, I take the cushion of course, but it ends with me balancing atop a mountain of cushions and armchair, making the problem of getting more food or turning the radiator down into a task of epic proportions, more in line with descending from a mountain peak that a simple movement. Except in this case, the mountain is made up of cushions that are just praying for the chance to betray me.

Another problem is that I live in Britain. This is kind of a big problem. You see, its a bit cold here, but for some reason in my house we pretend its not, and refuse to turn on the heating in the morning, leading to a daily struggle between me trying to move a spoon to my mouth, and my muscles trying to shiver my way into a warmer climate. Now, waking up in the morning at 7 is bad. Risking hypothermia is bad. Combining them is very, very bad, especially when I was up the night before because of a schizotypal dog next door.

Kill it. Kill it now.

I'm bored, so I'm making up for not posting for about a month. Not sure who I'm making up to... Internet? Xenu? No idea. But seriously, have a look at platypus feet. They're so... wrong...

Oh yeah...

I forgot about this, but now I have a loada coursework to do, I guess I might as well start again. Well actually, i got the idea from spending about 8 hours straight reading Hyperbole and a Half, which i guess wasn't such a great idea. But it made me think of writing up these posts to a sorta comic strip. As I write this, I haven't actually read my last posts, so I'll do that now. Wait right here.

Okay, the first one isn't really funny, just odd. I'll try the next, and look through my notepad. Stay.

For now I'll do a brief advert (Made up advert I mean. Just wanted to make that clear) of something I found in my notepad.