Yes. My last jounal was emo as hell because I got all depressed after punching my mom in the face over a forced, awkward Thanksgiving dinner. I am simultaneously proud and horrified of my actions. But what can I say? What's done is done.

With that said, I'm setting some guidelines to keep me from sinking into the sad state I was in. They are as followed:

1.) Avoid mother. At all costs. AVOID MOTHER!!

2.) Draw or paint something at least once a week.

3.) Stay on top of school work. I'm doing so well, it's stupid to slip up as much as I have been lately.

4.) Dooooooooooooooogle.

5.) Write more. I have a lot to say, so I need to say it.

6.) Don't let car get the best of me. Lou, does not want to start in the morning, but I won't let Lou get to me. Lou is just a car and I am just trying to get to McDonalds...

7.) Talk to dad more.

So, Tuesday is eight months for Doogle and I. I think we're seriously the coolest people in the universe. Is there even a legitimate argument? And I got the Stone Scholarship. And I'm an artist. So, I've got plenty to be happy about, if I can just keep myself under control.

And to all of my friends who were patient with me ove the post-turkey-day-punched-melt-down, thank you. You all are amazing.