Hey, it's me again. For those of you who actually read this, I support you in all of your endeavors, unless they are stupid. Anyway, as of late, I have been posting on the forums and playing video games. Alas, I am still waiting to get Flash or a microphone. However, when I do get Flash, I will post a comic that I have longing to make into a Flash (originally, I turned it into a Windows Movie Maker stop-motion like film. It sucked until I put music to it. Then, it only kind of sucked. You can see it here.)

And, as for the song, I have no idea. I haven't contacted Ricky for almost two weeks now. However, I did write some new lyrics to a new song. I'm getting another friend of mine to write music for that one. He says it's going to be rock. Hard rock. Not that it really matters, though. I can pretty much listen to anything.

So, the other day (I think it was April First), I had a mental breakdown. It would be really hard to explain what happened in normal terms, because what happened wasn't normal. So, I give you: a slight showing of Multiple Personality Disorder! Seriously, what I'm going to type really happened in my mind.

So, that morning, Logic was pissed for some reason and told Creativity that Creativity wasn't needed any more. Creativity took this rather personally, being somewhat of a sensitive character. So, Creativity got all depressed and threatened to quit his job. (By the way, Creativity takes up about 80% of my current personality, so you can understand how hard this was for me.) Inner Child, being the caring (if not somewhat immature) person he is, tried to cheer Creativity up. This definitely did not help Creativity. So, being really fed up, Creativity quit. And I felt miserable. Noticing this, some friends of mine showed up to try and help me out of this depression. I explained to them what the situation was. It took them the whole of 45 minutes to get me out of the slump I was in. Eventually, Conscience convinced Creativity to come beck to his job. Now, I feel happy and normal (well, normal for me, that is. Normality is relative.).

I guess the "moral" of that story was that friends really can help when you're in a cruddy situation. I also told my mom that story. I think she wants to send me to a psycho ward now, but that's okay. She'll get over it.

So, I realize that that was a lot of text to take in there. Don't rush, you know? I barely update, so you just take your sweet time.

-- Kamonohashi

Have a nice day!