A strip and an apology

Dear Flatmate,

I'm sorry if I woke you up that night before my final exam with my screaming. You said that you didn't hear me, which I'm thankful for, but I wonder if you're telling the truth. If you're denying it because you don't want to make me feel bad, don't be, I'm feeling bad enough as it is. I promise to make it up to you somehow, or maybe you don't want me to bother but either way, I can guarantee no more future midnight screaming. I'll bake you some brownies maybe, well maybe not brownies, that's too much effort ok How about I make you some scrambled eggs? I'll make you scrambled eggs.

-Sincerely, Me

I am excited.

After more than 13 years of note-taking, revision classes, cramming sessions and competitive classmates, I'm finally free of exams. And not just for the year. I mean: Forever. FINALLY. FREE.

I say 13 years because I don't really remember my school years before Primary 3 and also, I doubt I had any bloodthirsty classmates back then, vying for the best handwriting in the class. I did know a girl who fought me for rights to the sand-box but that's an issue of play-time--and I've gone off-topic. After 2 months of feelings of dread and countless attempts at procrastination I can finally do everything I've dreamed of doing (I made a list!) including starting a blog and writing about mundane happenings and my feelings (which are just as mundane). And I can finally get off my ass and improve on my drawings, instead of making excuses. I drew the above strip during my final revision stretch as a sort of stress relief and I inked and coloured it in Photoshop a few days later.

...I spent way too much on this thing, and I'm not even satisfied with it. But, meh, if I threw away all my crappy art, I'd have nothing to show for the hours I spend locked up in my room.

So here's hoping that I follow through with this latest plan of mine and that it doesn't wind up in the trashcan in the back of my mind, along with all my other half-baked ideas.