Molapro LiveJournal

So I just put up that comic, Warren died and such. Anyway, moving on...

Summer so far is boring as hell. Like, wow. Me and my friends are boring, boring people. What is it that teenagers are supposed to do, besides like, drugs and alcohol. All we can ever think to do is watch Passions and make fun of how hilarious the plots, effects, and dialogue are.

I believe over the next few weeks I'm being forced into manual labour, because my parents are renovating the backyard. I'm going to have to move wood and err, nail wood, I guess. I'm not qualified for these kinds of things. It's something to do, I guess.

Wow, I have GOT to stop going from site to site, refreshing pages when I KNOW that there isn't going to be anything new, and start making some goddamn backgrounds for Molapro. Yes, I should do that right now. I wonder if I will...

I brought Molapro back from hiatus yesterday now that my exams are over with. Now I have all summer of free time to finally get ahead with the comics so I'm not finishing them 10 minutes before they're due to be up. Me and the "consultants" of Molapro have been brainstorming and we've got some pretty good ideas for the next week or so.

Now, I'm 15 and it's summer...I should be doing something and like...making the most...of my teen years. Gah.

...What do teenagers do?

I had a really retarded dream last night, it went as follows.

Okay, so there are like, two houses. And in front of one house is a woman and her spiffy new van! Then a giant yellow tea cup walks out of the other house, dragging a big bin of dishes, which are also a shiny yellow. She (the cup is a girl) goes to her mailbox, which seems to be made out of the same thing the dishes and herself are made of, except it's green. The woman with the new van notices this, and suggests to the cup that she paint the mailbox to match herself and her bin of dishes. The cup takes a yellow dish out of her bin, touches it against the mailbox, and *ding* the mailbox turns yellow. Then the new van woman says a very rude thing! She coughs the word ugly, implying that the mailbox is now an ugly color! The teacup is appauled by this rude gesture, and procedes to take dishes out of her bin and chuck them at the spiffy new van, smashing it up! Then I woke up.

What the hell does that mean?