Dear Journal McJournal;

Wazzup?

Since we last left our hero he was giving requests out to his friends because he hit an art slump which was getting to him. Now he hosts the HTF fan character tournament this year and has yet to get an activity. The lazy bugger.

My life has been a confusing one. I don't think I'll pass any class this year and it's getting worse. Though due to my pills I couldn't care less. Though it does eat at me inside. It at least gives me the drive to get there. I'll probably attend summer school again and deal with the pleasant folks who don't want to learn at all. Oh happy days indeed. It really does eat me inside though. I'll have to be behind another year and that's going to make my uncle question me ever more so. He phoned today, he told me I was wasting my time and I need a job. I think he's right so I've been looking into the trades jobs and am now working on getting a job at the police station. I sort of want to be an officer of the law, always have.

An officer would be an elegant job indeed. I could serve the people, and help them at the same time. I would be able to make the world a better place wearing a blue uniform and helping those astray from home. I'm not fit for armed services so I figure it's the next logical step. I also like to talk and help people through words, and since I don't want to sit in an office all day I figure policing is another form of psychology.

I'd serve to protect my fellow man, woman, or child.

So yeah, Uncle made me think of looking for a job that would make my family proud. Right now I'm sort of at the bottom. Even under my cousin who does nothing but sit at home and mooch off of my grandmothers brother. I have to change, for the greater good. Hopefully then they'll realize that Me and my mother deserve damn respect in this family.

As far as my art goes, I've been really doubting myself. Some of what I've seen others do makes me think I'm not cut out for this sort of crud. No I'm not giving it up I'm just not going to pursue cartooning as much as I hoped I could have. Heck, it's just circles with arms in my gallery. I could do better but lack the skill at this point. I'd rather invest time into something more worth while. It saddens me though, I've wanted to be something creative when I grow old but as time progresses my dreams stay nothing more but dreams. One could also say that the pills have just zapped some of my luster for such fun. I don't know that for sure just keeping that in mind though.

We were promised the world when we were young

I've recently talked to Jessica more frequently since she got a microphone. Her voice is beautiful. That's all I can say without getting repetitive. Some day I wish to meet that gal. Not only her but many. A man named Will is a great man I know through the online and one that I want to learn more about. A man named Dima is in the Ukraine and I'd so love to meet him too. I'd cramp his style I'm sure though. There's a man named Dominik that is in Crotia (sorry for the misspell) which interests me to no end.

I want to see them all, but I'll need to make a lot a cash for that

John/Friedmouse, where ever you are I wish for the best. I know it's not much, but I worry about you each day. I wish I could do something but you can't when you have not a dime on you

-Stat Lockwood