Political Cartoons... Or Comics?

I have taken inspiration from The New Yorker's one panel political cartoons, and have been making my own. So far I have made, I estimate, more than 200 of them! Each school day I typically make at least 4, and sometimes I even make 12 in one day! When I make these comics, I show them to teachers, and it usually makes them laugh a good, heartfelt laugh, which is one of my favorite sounds. Right up there with cat purring and the "ding!" of hitting someone with a bow from long range in Minecraft pc. So far today I have already met my minimum quota of 4 comics. I want to have a career in my comics, and maybe make some extra money off my recent, and random books. Random stuff, winging it, that sort of thing is what I am great at. In my recent short novel (The Random Oval), most of the comedy comes from my descriptions of the chaotic and spontaneous randomness, ever looming over whatever could be so much as a hint of a plot, and drowning it in a sea of motorcycle nuns, roomba sharks, and who knows what else!

So Much Cool Stuff Now

Yesterday, my rapier (it's a sword, typically long and lightweight, with a swept hilt. Quite elegant. Sort of like a fencing foil), and I made a practice sabre for myself. It has a wooden "blade" which can bend, and a metal hilt and handle. The rapier is stainless steel. Also, I am signed up to participate in a horse show/competition towards the end of June. I am pretty sure I am going to duel one of my school teachers today. No, not a fencing instructor. I graduated from basic training lessons years ago. This teacher's name is Dylan, and he is an assistant teacher, and he is SO gonna lose!! The type of duel is an epee duel, my favorite kind of duel. First person to hit the other person (anywhere) wins. I also hope to play a dodge ball game with Dylan and my friend James, where we have to defend our castle and take down the enemy castle. Also, I finished writing another book, my best one since. The reason my new book is good, is because whenever i try to plan out a video or book, it always ends up just being really cringey. So in my new book, I just made a character, and put him through utter randomness, whatever comes to my spontaneous, ADHD mind. And I use expert detail-writing skills to bring it to life in comedic style. It isn't a very long book. Just about 68 pages, more or less. And my mom ordered a keyboard and mouse for my tablet, so I can play Minecraft better. Even with the annoying touch controls of Minecraft PE, my building skills, and knowledge of the game has remained with me from my PC experience. I am a Minecraft PC veteran. So far I am primarily just building really cool things like boats with working cannons, giant squids, tanks, cool buildings, and big houses. For fellow players of Minecraft, the most valuable type of block in a truly professional build is the stairs block. I learned that in my experience on a steampunk build server. I love Minecraft because I can see all my awesome ideas come to life in front of me, and even explore them and use them! The possibilities are literally endless. So many fun things to do, cool things to await, and stuff like that recently! I now have three swords! The sword I found on my lawn one day, a katana, and now an elegant rapier. I just wish the rapier had a better name.

Very *Yawn* Tired

I am tired. Yesterday I promised Mom that I would come to school on time. So I have. But last night I stayed up too late watching old military training films. Yesterday's horseback riding went well. But getting to bed on time should be easier now that I look forward to it, thanks to my favorite, most cutest, most adorable big, lovey cat Spot who (I don't think I mentioned this yesterday, and if I did, I'm sorry) has started sleeping up by my head, on the pillows on my bed. And while his fur is untidy and has dirt and stuff in it, it is still luxorious, and flowing. He even has a little mane. And Spot needs all the love in the world. Every little bit of love and attention he gets makes him purr with bliss. And even so much as the sound of my voice, or my presence nearby also makes him oh so happy and purry. I love to drift off to sleep listening to his sweet, blissful purr. Purring to me is sort of like my mothers heartbeat in the sense that all my life since the day I was born, I loved the sound of purring, and was comforted by it. On another note, I miss archery class (badum tss?). I would love to use a crossbow. Also, I wanan take a gymnastics class again. Those huge pits of foam, and trampoline floors, are probably some of my favorite things in the world. So fun! So very, very fun!! Well, thats it for now, bye.

Back Maybe

It's been a long time since I last posted here, but on request from my mother, I am posting this post right now. I ended up skipping school yesterday, and came late to school today. I hope I will get back on track coming on time. My best hat, a Stetson fedora, has gotten dirty, and until it is washed, I am wearing a different hat. The main reason I have decided to post now is because I am itchy to type something, and dunno my school work at the moment. I get to go horseback riding later today, as is the same for most Tuesdays. I used to ride a horse named Rebel. He was a good horse. Somewhat of a rebel, as his name infers. But I have been changed to a different horse, named Shahar. Shahar is a bit of a brat, and compared to him, Rebel is as rebellious as a brainwashed monkey. Shahar will sometimes refuse to stop, or go, or turn, or just move without command. Especially with a leader attached. But he isn't always that way. And I suppose that riding Shahar while I learn will help me master horseback riding on other horses of different shapes and sizes and obedience. Shahars name is similar to the name Sarah, which is the name of a character in the Australian tv show A Place to Call Home, which I watch with my mom. We just finished season one (or maybe it was two), and in the last episode, Sarah (a lady that survived the holocast and other war stuff, and is pretty old) used some ninja moves to disarm a crazy descieving evil character of a shotgun, in one of the most intense moments of the show. It was pretty epic. Anyways, my friend Andrew is going to shave his beard, which will make him look very weird, his face baren, like a desert.