My summer has now officially began yesterday. It sure is bittersweet.
I guess I could say I'm a high school student now, if someone were to ask me. Yes my friend, I'm a freshmen now, and I'm hoping that there isn't any seniors with paddles searching for me right now. <__<
I've been fearing these four years since the age of four. But that's just what one that fears aging dreads, I guess.


But enough about the hellhole that is a hick high shcool. Let's reflect on my year, shall we?

8th grade has been a great adventure for me. To some, Its just another year of gay jokes and teachers telling you that drugs are bad (Mkay?). But for Aliio here, its been LIFE CHANGING. For the first semester, it was a ride on a rainicorn. My close friend and I went on countless shenanigans [spelling?]. Scaring the underclassmen, joking with the teachers, and just generally creeping people out. Good ol' fun for the young at heart.
I guess around February, shit went down. Things got weird and akward, and the rumors of homosexuality were get quite cruel. While all this was happening, the friend got popular, and I was still a dork. So, I eventually got dumped and was kicked in the balls emotionally. And little did I realize, was that ALL my friends were connected to the friend in some way, shape, or form. So now I don't have any close friends nor just friends in general. *shrugs* Sucks to be me.
But it wasn't all bad. I made general friends with several of the 7th grade kids. Not close friends, but had a good time. But now that its summer, I won't see these people until sophmore year, and a couple of them never in person again due to movement out of town.
And so, I'm back to my lonesome self. And since I'LL be the young kid in the school next year, I won't have new friends to make. If I've learned anything in life, it is that high school kids a 56 times worse than the children at middle school. But like I said, it ain't all bad.


I've really matured this year. Not into BUUUUSSSIIINNESSSS MAAAAANNN maturity, but in the way Squrtle evolves into Warturtle, into a better form of the same person. I'm more creative and better at talking and quite the master at word play. I see things more clearly, and just have simply learned more about ME.


I now have recieved my first dogs in my entire life, and has proved to me that I really am a cat person. But I love my canines with an iron fist of love. My Boston Terrior, Pete has given me a pal to play with and act like a man with. And my Rat Terrior, Pei Pei has taught me that even tomboys like me and her can look feminine with a proper comparrison *nudges Pete*
I also saved a kitten in May. Was walking home and noticed her by the busy streets of Minerva. She was about to cross and and there was a truck coming at full speed torward her. I scooped her up and walked her the five miles to my house. I named her Olive, and I now can't see life without this little fuzz-ball.
But tragedy has struck my family quite recetly. My beloved 5-year-old black cat, Chewbacca passed several days ago. He was a good cat he will be missed dearly. Unfortunately, his body was stolen by our neighbur's demon triplets. These kids have been killing small animals since the age of five, and enjoy it like premature serial killers should. Life's a bitch and must remind me often. lol




This summer I plan to be outside often, but spend my resonable amount of time online as well. And I do plan to work here more, and show how much better I've gotten, which I've been failing to do for about a year. And hopefully my style improves even more during this Summer of Change. So just give me time, and I may commit to my word. But be reminded that I only work with MS paint and a mouse, so I get frusturated and simply may not feel like showing my work to six strangers that don't care.



That's it for now, and I hope to speak to you again, dearest perverts of the World Wide Web.


-Aliio