ZOMFG this is a journal update what the hell am I doing omg I should be getting a cookie instead.

Well since I'm here I will just get it done with. I am in France right now, in Nice(hah!) and I drew more in 1 day than 5 days in Suzhou...yes that means I haven't gone down to the beach. Why? NO I DO HAVE A LIFE THANK YOU. In fact, I was bitten so bad by them bed bugs I look like I've got AIDS...or HIV or whatever deathly disease that has red-dotted-skin symptoms, and I look horrifying in a swim suit with those bites. SO...I rested in home for several days...to be honest I feel like a character in one of those kid tales saying :"hey you know that apartment over there, there lives a girl that has the skin of a toad. At night, she comes out and eats all your cookies...oh and your face too...and your liver...and your skin. Ok cross out the liver she doesn't eat intestines" (wow fire fox has spelling check...0.0 shinny).

Anyway~ My home stay mom has taken good care of the bed bugs by doing a BIG job cleaning,spraying,vacuuming etc. To be honest I feel sorry for the dead bastards and I hope they died painfully.

Oh, I almost FORGOT to mention: when I tried to go watch a sunrise by the beach, I was harassed by a freak-stick drunkard that won't stop following me even as I left the beach, had to shake him off by a crossing...(from now on, I love buses)

So...bed bugs, perverted drunkards...and...French language school. with my mood right now I think I'm doing absolutely superb, and I'm not being sarcastic at all (wow...shocker). Serious. I'm having a great time tasting the sweet shit of a tyrannosaurus-rex, which we all come to know as LIFE. And don't get me wrong, I'm not being sarcastic here either. Life (most of the time) IS a big shit of a tyrannosaurus-rex...but it takes a lot of determination and hope...or some would prefer stupidity and numbness to go through life to see some of it's great gifts...mine for this journey is realizing how important drawing is to me because it's the only thing that kept me happy through all this time. And now as my bed bug bites are healing and I bring an (imaginary) shot gun with me every time I ("imaginarily") visit the beach to watch the sunset, and my French getting better everyday...I'd say, things are not bad and I'm happy to be alive.