They. Are. Dead.
The School-motherfuckin'-Certificate tests are asploded. And after an annoying, expensive, pointless and compulsary school program but luckily an awesome 3 day camp, I'm finally kiiinda free for a while, almost.
Just the formal to go to (I'm dressing as a pimp, as my friend Luke is) and a presentation day too. Luckily, I'll be going to a school with almost all of my friends from this class for year 11

Also, I finally got the leaky printer into my room! I still might not go very fast with drawing, inking, scanning, that kinda shit, and I still gotta get a replacement pen for my graphics tablet, but hopefully once everything's calmed down and some things are sorted, I'll be rollin', G. ^-^
Also, I'm more content with my art as of late. I like how it's looking. Y'know. Chuck Norris. Nathan Explosion. Rick James. 'Nuff said.
Anything else to report? Hmmmmnaw, don't think so :S Anything else, and I'll post it below... I mean, there's a lot going on even after the work for the year is done, and I'm bound to have forgotten something in my forgetfullness.
As always, I'll end up on a quote. If you can post in a Journal reply what the two quotes are from in this Journal, I'll give you a shiny penny. If you can post more from elsewhere I've quoted, I'll personally give you a hug. And a root, if you want one.
"They're heavy... They hurts my face. I hates them."