The next couple of weeks go by in the blink of an eye. And in that time, not much has changed, though I am definitely less bored. Now that I have my art supplies, as well as a new connector, courtesy of Eric's manufacturing plants, I'm finally able to do what I love: draw. And the best part?
No one is here to yell at me for it!
Back when I lived with my father, whenever he caught me doodling, he'd huff and puff and continuously badger me about my useless hobby. My brothers had their video games and movies, but they, at least, did sports and kept their figures, unlike me. I tried sports, and although I like playing some, like basketball and tennis, that doesn't mean I'm good at them. Not to mention I'd rather get screamed at to my face than whispered about behind my back by teammates. No,
