Don't call me "Shirley."

So, it's six am and I just found my clipboard. You know what that means, don't you? If you guessed, "Brittany can't sleep because her brother's alarm kept going off because he never wakes up to that and he should just stop setting it already, dammit, and she'll never sleep now so she's going to do some practice drawings while she procrastinates the vacuuming she knows she should be doing," you were right!

So that's something to look forward to. Later. When my dad gets home. And teaches me how to use that magical, magical "scanner." Because I am not learning that shit on my own.

I am looking at my past journals and I am liking the titles I give to these things. I am awesome.