Yeah. I didn't finish the stupid portfolio. I drew everything. But I was too durned lazy to friggin' colour before it was too late. I'm stupid. I don't want to draw anything again. I don't even know why I tried. I can't draw for crap. And I seriously cannot colour. I don't know why I bother with anything anymore.

Maybe. Just maybe.
Haha.
Well, I decided that maybe being a vet isn't exactly what I want to do anymore. It's sorta odd to me because I've wanted to be one since I was like... four, maybe. But I decided I'm too weak to put down animals, and I am afraid that I'd kill an animal on accident or not be able to save it. I know that's life (... no pun intended) but I'm just a weak person as I've experienced with the passing of my Bearded Dragon and cat this year.
So I decided I am going to audition for Las Vegas Academy and make a portfolio of art. I'm going to need at least six pictures so I need to get cracking. Especially since the auditions are in January and I haven't even started. :S
But finally, my dA gallery will have something in it. :V
Be on the look out. And I would also like some comments/critiques, so if you got the time please do drop one when I start posting.

Another pet of mine has passed away this year. It was my Bearded Dragon, Spike. I've had him since I was eight, so that's about five years. Not very long... and I blame myself for it. We didn't turn on his heating pad after we cleaned his tank and he got impaction. My mom was away in Ohio, and my dad goes to work right after I get home from school... So we couldn't take him to the vet...
He passed last night in my lap. I cannot bear to sleep in my room with his empty aquarium in there...
Sorry guys for all the depressing journals. : /

Last night, my mother's cat, Smokey, got put down. He would have been 18 years old if he had lived till the end of the month. I've lived with him my whole life, and it's very sad to have him gone. My mother has taken it very hard.
He has had a long, hard life. Lost his tail, an eye, and faced many dangerous cats plus an annoying dog. But we loved him so much.
It's so empty in this house now. I'm not used to going into the kitchen and not having him waiting at my feet. I know it's going to take some time to get over, but it's a big loss to this house.
I'll always remember and love Smokey-Joe Garcia.
R.I.P.

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There is Smokey wearing some hair ties

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Charger annoying Smokey under the computer desk

The title says it all. I fell and tried catching myself, but ended up smashing my thumb. It's sprained and in a splint now. I always seem to get hurt in the dumbest ways possible... Typing with one hand is... so... slooooow.... x[