I am so chuffed. :D Today's Chinese class was hard; I couldn't concentrate and we were doing that awful (Kong Yi Ji) story again, where this guy... long story short, he's a bit of a weird guy but wanting to better himself but people beat him for a whole night and break his legs for stealing a book and his hands are muddy from crawling around and people laugh at him because, haha, he's been stealing books again, he deserves what he gets, and ultimately he dies. I've summarized it so it doesn't sound that bad, but the story itself is... horrible. Just. Horrible. It's impossible to read without feeling sick and angry. But after Chinese I read a bit of Villette, had a bit of a nap, and went to the Mental Health First Aid course and finished it aksbgkg. (Don't know if I mentioned it before, but I've been going to this course for two weeks now.) High five for me and actually finishing something that I started! So now I have a certificate which doesn't actually uh, hold any value, but hey, it's a nice thing to have. And now I know what to do if someone I know has a panic attack or a psychotic episode or... stuff. The classes themselves were very informative and I liked 'em, but some were tough, like, when they were talking about depression and PTSD and self-injury and blahblah. And one of my friends couldn't stop saying how much she wanted to leave, which pissed me off 'cause to me... idk, mental health is srs bsnsz. And someone saying that they're bored and would rather be elsewhere when people are trying to teach us about how to prevent suicide just doesn't sit well with me. I was like, "dude, just leave, then. No one's keeping you here, you didn't pay for this course," and she was like, "but I want the certificate," and sdkjgbdskh I wanted to kill herrrr.But but but what I'm really happy about right now? ... I finished my Chinese essay. 1200 motherfuckin' words, fuck yeah. Normally it takes me an entire day just to write 600 words, but I had coffee this morning and Cola during Chinese class and coffee again during the MHFA course and for some reason this didn't make me completely jittery this time, just immensely focused. So I'm done YAAAAAAY THANK GOD. I sent it to myself because I'm pretty sure my laptop's gonna die (I had to hit the power switch like 20 times today just to get it to turn on) and, and I need to write another copy that's a crapload shorter so that I can memorize it and puke it back out (with ~*flair*~) for my oral, but hey, summarizing is heaps easier than making everything up from scratch.I'm so freakin' proud of myself right now. :D Umm... note to self: tomorrow! Go to Chadstone and check out desktops. Go to Arts faculty and make them help me discontinue my Philo unit. I can't take it; I'm not keeping up with the class. It's interesting, but I'm too stupid and lazy. I might enrol in some short courses, though; I wanna get a certificate for responsible serving of alcohol, so I can be a bartender. And maybe a coffee cert, so I can be a barista. And I definitely want to do basic first aid, because that's always a good thing to know. I maybe wanna do an art course, too, because I miss working in pastels and I thiiiiiink the art courses are normally on weekends. Which I can definitely do if I discontinue my Philo course.SO MUCH STUFF I WANNA DO. So much stuff that I'm excited for. Life is incredible when you have things to look forward to. :D

Wow, my laptop's... freaking me out. I tried to turn it on about five times earlier today and it had the same problem that it had before, where the screen was blank and I went kinda ballistic. And then I called my mom and asked for her advice; like, should I even bother trying to get this piece o' junk fixed or not, considering that it broke six weeks ago and then again a month ago. And then after my mom and I hang up, I hit the power switch for the laptop again...And it worked.So I mean, I'm happy about it, but... dodgyyyyyy.I finished writing my blog. In Japanese. Um. It's part of this semester's assignment; we all have to have blogs and write in them. It kills me slightly that my vocab is so terrible that I couldn't say most of what I wanted to say, and that my sentences sound really priggish and grammatically incorrect and blah. (Thanks again, sadfaise, for helping me out with so much of that. You're a star. :D) But I'm still weirdly proud of it anyway. First time keeping a blog in another language.I'm thinking of maybe doing that with Chinese, too. Except that it'd be on LiveJournal or something, not on mo'fuckin' Bebo.Rose Online. It's great. I dropped Mabinogi; I got sick of taking things around for people and getting lost on the map. Rose is adorable, though. I get to kill caterpillars and jellybeans and pumpkins dressed like cowpokes. :D And my avatardude looks like Zidane. Add me if you play it, guys! I'm Daonien. Don't ask me how you pronounce that 'cause I haven't a fucking clue.edit: Also I kinda wanna RP as Kyle Broflovski asgksdkhfd; I need to get into a new fandom.And this "Kill Me Again" song is pretty fucking hot. Although I'm really amused that I downloaded it as part of a Kenny McCormick FST, and the song details list it as having previously been in a Peter/Sylar FST. Reduce, reuse, recycle.

Okay yeah I know I'm spamming now but I just found an old-ish picture of my character from FlyFF. Contrasted with a screencap of the character I have on Mabinogi.Flyff.Mabinogi.The sad thing is, the guy on the right is actually supposed to be a warrior/tank-esque character. He just. Looks totally metro doing it.Cannot stand pink shirt and horrible jeans, augh. I wanna get him something turquoise. That looks good.I think I might just play FlyFF again. Start from scratch or something-- or see if I can still remember my old account's username and password. cnyll, you interested in playing? (Don't feel obliged to say "yes".) I'll wait for you if you are.mishmashizzle. "AND NOW THAT I'M OLDER, I HAFTA SAY: I ONLY WANNA GANGBANG ONCE A DAY." ;D

THE STORY OF MY LIFE MEME ALSO BAWWWW, KEEP GETTING KILLED BY GIANT SPIDER. Playing Mabinogi nao, gaiz. I'm only level 8 so come play with me and we can partaaaay. I'm on the Mari server and I'm easily found (if I'm playing) because I'm the twat running around with a deliberately misspelt name (Nathyniel), curly purple hair and a hideous, HIDEOUS pink shirt. PINK UGH WHY. In my defense, I didn't choose it. amityville, I wanna friend/add you somehow but I'm guessing you're on a different server. >: And way too highly leveled for me to come play with you. Rrgh.

I was thinking last night of how I really don't know what I'm going to do with my degree. I mean. I don't know what I want to do, period. I thought, last night, that perhaps I should have stuck to my guns and really fought for what I originally wanted to do-- graphic design. I wanted to study graphic design (illustration and animation) in either London or NYC. I still feel pangs when I think about it, though that's mainly because although I can imagine it (going out in the world with my Art degree and trying to find work) being tough, I can also see myself really enjoying it. Whereas with my current arts (humanities) degree... I'm enjoying literature and languages, really, but all I can see myself doing is teaching. And teaching. And teaching. For years. That's not where my passion lies, y'know? I enjoy teaching sometimes but the prospect of doing that forever doesn't excite me. And children... God. I don't have the energy to keep up with children.... But then I look back at some of my old sketches, and... I can sketch, sure. But not perfectly. My sketches are amateurish. My paintings are far from amazing. And my 'freehand' (ie. purely from my imagination) drawing... well, I'll be realistic and not put myself down. They're alright. Not good, but not terrible either. But they're definitely not good enough to get into university with; I'd be embarrassed putting them into a portfolio.I don't know what I'm doing with my life, basically. I used to think my talents lay in writing and drawing. But I don't like my drawings anymore, and I've been stale of writing ideas for... half a year now. It's horrible. I mean, these were things that I thought were, yanno, 'my calling'. If that makes any sense.Blah. The future. Ah well. Won't think about it anymore. Whatever. There's no day like the present! ... Besides, I think the only real reason I'm afraid is because I don't want to have to go back to school again years down the road because I don't think my mom would approve. But hey, that's none of her business. And it's not like she'd throw a fit at me, so what the hell'm I afraid of? Disappointing her? I'm too kickass to disappoint her. Silly, Andy, silly. Chillax a little.Soooo, I doodled something today. And decided to color it with color pencils because I always use Photoshop/acrylic paint and blah, can't be arsed. One of the people, um. Wonky mouth. Pissing me off. But whatever.Ugly ugly pencils. I've never been good at penciling. Honestly. Never.Miles is literally like D: But I like how Nick came out.I lost my light pink color pencil. =__= Can you tell? It was driving me nuts, slightly. Normally I wouldn't give a crap; I mean, it's pink. It's not like I ever use it. But Nick's entire sweater is goddamnfreakin'pink and kjbgskdg. I made do. >:[Have any of you guys heard Mae's "Release Me"? My God it's amazing. Wait 'til it gets to the chorus. Nngh. I've been listening to that and Fair to Midland's Fables From A Mayfly album pretty much all day.