Dear reader,

In this, the winter of our discontent, or the springtime of our discomfort, or the autumn of our disestablishmentarianism, whatever you prefer, it is journal time again.

Already I can hear the angry masses shouting at me, begging for art instead of this time-wasting dribble, but what can I say? I feel like writing a journal, and so that is what I am bloody well gonna do. hey, who rules the universe here ?

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First of all, a chronicle of the war of the wasps.

It was a long, hot and tax-free month of may, and a devoted student was, once again, studying his ass of in yet another futile attempt at passing yet another series of pointless exams. Considering the evil nature of existence, it was no surprise at all that things were about to get even worse. And, sure enough, to make matters worse, a helpful wasp gladly volunteered to annoy the hell out of me.
Animal lover as I am, I repeatedly escorted the wasp out of the confines of my room, with the help of my good friend mr. two hundred pages writing pad. But, relentless and diabolical as this beast would turn out to be, he/she kept coming back. He/she was showing a peculiar interest in the space some centimetres above my head. When the wasp in question was showing a certain behaviour pointing to plans for nesting on my book shelf, things were bound to go wrong.
A very cunning trick with glue and a heavy object later, the wasp was no more. Tar: one, wasp: minus infinity.

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This is starting out to become a blog, isn't it? Well, it sure beats making an account on one of those real blog sites. In here, I can rant about art as well, which is looked badly upon in the real world.

But, no art today. Or yesterday. In fact, it has been an obscenely long time since I last wrote something even vaguely artistic. For those of you who regret that: my deepest apologies. For those of you who don't: Please go kill yourself in a dark corner.
I have been drawing though. Nothing that can be called 'good' or even 'acceptable', but mostly crap that I tear apart before finishing. I pray to whatever god it is that I am gonna overthrow when the revolution comes, that he (or she) may grant me some talent, because I really love to draw. A shame that I suck at it.

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P.S. where can I find the html code commands for DA? I am having trouble making links etc.

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Writing journals is, of course, an honour and a pleasure. But still, I would like to make something deviation-like in the very near future. My inner shakespeare is suffocating. (and yes, I have an inner shakespeare. I have risen above the concept of inner poets.)
In the meantime, enjoy my directionless ramblings.

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As you may have picked up from the story about the wasp, exams are upon us once more. Shakespearean drama fades to insignificance compared to the sheer tragedy of the impending exams. Lyrical, you say? well, yes. Anything to relieve the boredom.

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In belgium, the second season of nbc's Heroes has just ended. Last night was the final episode of series 2. For those of you who follow heroes, who liked the scene with peter and adam kicking the shit out of the Company? I sure did

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once again, I have run out of sensible things to mention here. Before caving in to insanity, I will nobly, valiantly, and considerably horny end this journal entry here.



We, the king of Alaska and laplandian pebbles, send our greetings upon you.
Tar