I've oficially ran out of ideas. The gears in my noggin have come to a screeching halt, unfortunately my brain wasn't wearing it's seatbelt so it flew through the windshield and left a nice splat aka this journal page. Now,I'm sure you're asking this: "But Strange" or for the more formal "But mister XII,didn't you just post a poem yesterday?" Why (insert deviant or random name)no. I posted 2 and one was deleted because it sucked.

"But master Lauriet,if you're so uninspired then how are you writing a journal full of sarcasm and colorful analogies?"

My lord, you are so annoying,this was actually made in advance just in case such a situation occurred (the area regarding the poems was of course just added as well as below).

Until I get my mojo back (yes a modern,hip,young,straight,white guy just used the word mojo)I will be taking a brief hiatus to focus on the following:

Improve my grade in art because everyone knows it doesn't take originality to pass that (AP another story)

Still looking for a job so if your one of the very few people who know my secret identity,help a brother out ( yes white guy said brother while not regarding family)

Helping a friend out who is making his first 3D PC game (Storyboards, concept sketches,possible voice acting,story writing) of course this will be next to impossible considering my slump)

I'll comment from time to time