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Today is going to be really slow and really dificult. I just hope I don't randomly break into tears in the middle of class.

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I don't remember if I ever told this to anybody, but a few weeks after he died I had a really strange dream. I was standing in line in the bank with Marie, one of his friends and somewhat of just an acquantaince to me. We're standing there, and Dickie walked up behind us, poked us both in the side, and said "I'm okay now, guys." and... it really was comforting. I mean, I truly feel that it was his spirit trying to tell me to stop being so silly and worrying so much about him, because now he's in a happy place. Just thinking about that will probably help me get through today... although it might very well just make it that much harder. Long live the pumpkin king.

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I'm so proud of myself. I haven't randomly burst into tears all day. That's some sort of goal, or something. Anyway, I did sort of get misty eyed this morning when I read someone's comment to my post from last night, but it wasn't full out crying. I'm amazed by myself. So I got online this morning and I went and caught the shuttle. I was in a funk and tried to not be in contact with much humanity, but people insisted on talking to me. I got to class and there was a few presentations, and durring the first break we got, I got a dollar from my friend and bought a dew. I shared it with Dickie, so that was cool. I did have a bit of a random breakdown, though. I don't remember why. I think it was because somebody asked me why I was being in such a sour mood today, so I basically lashed out and was like "my friend died 6 months ago. I'm allowed to be depressed." Which reminds me, we had to do these stupid "evaluation of the school" things, and I just flat didn't care so I marked "no preference" for every single response. Emotional children should not be required to do that crap. Anyway, we ran off to the llibrary after awhile and were introduced to the next project. I didn't pay that much attention as I was working on the last project we had. I'm adding something to it, which is basically a design for the official SCAP tour t-shirt. It's pretty cool. It has me sitting in the front, cross legged, J.P. and Peter behind me leaning up against eachother, and Sam sitting behind Peter facing to the right. It's cool. That's just the FRONT, mind you. I haven't even thought about the back.
So, durring the second break we got I went to the computer lab to try and scan my comics, but the scanner just confused the crap out of me. I was there for like 20 minutes trying to figure out how the hell to work it, and finally I just got fed up and stormed back to class. I think that's when I blew up in that person's face. Anyway, this girl in the class, Gina, said I could come use her scanner. I got a ride home form Daryll (who is the guy who is also driving me to Deftones. Yay!) and I got online and then went over to Gina's to scan the comics. The scanner was on a laptop and the laptop had wireless internet. That got old REALLY fast. I did that, but I realized when I came home that I had left the originals, so I went back and got them, and now I'm here. Talking to Liz. Yay!

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Wow, I thought I had made an update this morning? Oh well, I guess not.

Argh...

Well, it turns out that I DID make an update this morning. Two, actually. Of course, livejournal didn't know that, because for some reason my computer decided to jump back 12 hours sometime on Wednesday. Stupid fucking computer. So yeah, now that's all fixed, and I fixed all the entries that I had made up until now, so life is officially better. But still... fucking computer.

The beauty of it all...

The sheer and absolute beauty. I love this comic.