Meine fotoapparat hat gepooten.
Which is German for “My camera has pooted.”.

Yeah, so until it gets fixed or I get a new camera, no more photos from me. I have, however, managed to twiddle my magic thumbs and got all the videos and photographs from the camera onto my Laptop, so any photos I do upload will be relatively old ones. On the bright side, I can now get some sketches and digital art done. When my mother can be bothered to get the scanner/printer/copier plugged in, I can get all my Paper fails onto dA! Woop woop!

But first, a moment of silence for our fallen comrade.
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Rest in peace, JVC Camcorder. We’ll all miss you.

My anime skills have vastly improved. I still fail, but at least you can tell it’s anime now. I’ve got a lot of decent drawings in the back of my Math book which I feel prepared to upload once the scanner gets up and running.

And now, straying away from art, last night I had a very weird dream. We were at school, TWP and I, and so were Jake and Charlie from Two and Half Men. It was raining, so I ran into a nearby aeroplane followed by TWP and discovered Jake and Charlie. Charlie was placing plastic beakers outside the plane to catch raindrops (I don’t know why) and Jake was, true to form, stuffing his face with Nachos. It stopped raining, but Charlie ignored it and pointed a remote-control as if to change the channel of an imaginary TV. Then, out of nowhere, FRED appeared and talked to TWP. She said something and he said “You’re funny.” and asked her out. Then I said something to Jake and FRED said “You’re funny too.” and asked me out, despite the fact that TWP had said yes. I don’t think I said anything, but he said “Yay!” so TWP and I were both dating FRED. Then both TWP and FRED disappeared, but I know where TWP went-the school Drama hall. Then Charlie disappeared too, so Jake and I played I-Spy. Then I went to the Drama hall to get TWP and whilst I was waiting for her, sat in the splits outside the Drama hall and waited. Then TWP emerged from the hall and invited me in, but before I knew it, the director of our school play, Miss Clements, chinned towards us like some chin-monster, and then I woke up. It was odd.

In conclusion, my camera pooted and I had a wacky dream. I could have just said that, but then you wouldn’t want to tear your hair out, braid it into a noose and hang yourself like you do now. Ha ha! My work here is done!

P.S. TWP is this chick.