I haven't drawn for a while again. Except yesterday during modern physics. I made a long line on my paper, which I made into the underside of a boat, and some sails were visible from beneath the water, and they looked like an eagle, so I drew an eagle above the ship, and then I realised they were a quarter of a circle, so I drew a dolphin below the ship to make a half circle...and then class was over. There is no way my prof didn't see me draw for fifteen minutes. There are five people in my class.

But anyway. Classes are going well. I don't suck at differential equations anymore. I'm even half decent with wibbly wobbly, timey wimey sorts of things in modern physics. Again, my favourite class this semester is my writing class, even though it's nonfiction. I think my memory is improving by taking the course, because it makes you remember lots of random things.

I wrote about a sleepover at Zim's the other day in class, because the prompt was "childhood games" or something like that, so I thought of that time we tried to play capture the flag. In darkening woods. I think I was wearing sandals. Good times.

I think I have the unfortunate habit of falling into groups that will always be best friends, but then they fall apart. I want friends, but I'm afraid of reaching out now. I know I'm not alone in being alone, though. I think a lot of people are. What a stupid world.

Well, this journal has gotten more emo than I intended. What I meant to say was that I'm almost done with my Billie Piper drawing, and I got a calligraphy pen art set for Christmas, so I might be experimenting with a storybook kind of style soon. You know, when I have time.

Also, I might post some of my papers from the nonfiction class, because it's awesome.

That is all.