No one wants to go sledding with me! Of all the two people I asked numerous times, one was afraid of the dark and doesn't like to wear warm clothes, and the other said "Erin I live out of town, I can't come in just to toboggan.".

I mean fuck, I got my cousin to get the tire tube out of a tire (which apparently took 4 hours with his dad and uncle and some axes), and now you shits don't want to go sledding. Fuck.

I live a block away from a giant sledding hill, and it was -8C last night. And it was snowing and storming and exciting! I don't want to go by myself though, it's not that great.

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I haven't been on here much since I haven't been drawing as much. Usually just sketches of things I see infront of me, and those aren't worth posting.

But now I'm faced with the issue of wanting to put more time into drawing again, and wanting to draw nothing but cartoon versions of my friends' boyfriends. The reason being is that they're pretty awesome characters all around, and it feels like I should have thought of them already, or something.
_{^{But it makes me feel like a creeper}}

/cry

I was rolling with my friend Joline this weekend, and we were walking across a long bridge in town that crosses the trainyard. It was like 3am and quite windy, and a train was coming into town. It was probably the length of a couple football fields, and was about halfway underneath the bridge when it braked and EVERY SINGLE CAR slammed into the one ahead of it. We both nearly shit ourselves, and it happened a few more times afterwards.

The trainyard is always annoying as shit, because you can hear it from pretty much anywhere in town, but I thought I was going to die. Like the earth was splitting apart right under our feet. Fuck trains >:C

Hey guys. An assignment of mine is to write a follow up letter to an Auschwitz (sp) survivor who spoke at our school. Since most people really don't get to talk to the Jewish who survived the Holocaust, if you'd like me to include anything in this letter, just say so.
Of course, if he sends a reply, I'll post it here. He's a really nice guy, I gave him a couple hugs and chatted with him for a minute; ask anything you'd like.

I just had a thought about how stupid funerals are.

Would any of you really want your loved ones to spend money on your dead body after you're long gone? Would you want them to weep/ect afterwards?

I think that families should take money spent on funeral costs, and send it to a charity that their dead fuck would approve of. Aside from getting rid of whoever is rotting, I don't know why people spend money on funerals.