I look up at my alarm clock, worry flashing across my face. It was two in the morning. I turn my attention back to the book in my hands, The Fountainhead, and flip to the last page, reading the number and doing the math in my head.

Darn.

Two hundred pages to read before ten thirty in the morning. My gaze slyly shifts to my computer, taking in the shiney silver lid. I narrow my eyes at my book, cursing the author for writing such a good, yet horribly boring book. I close the book with a snap, and I set it down on my nightstand. Pulling my laptop onto my lap I pressed the power switch and waited for it to load.

As I was waiting, I considered what I was about to do. Was it worth it? Right now it seemed to be so. When the computer was ready, I pulled up the internet browser and began typing.

With a few short clicks, I sold my soul to the Devil, Spark.

Karma retaliated the next day, rearranging fate so the questions on my quiz were not told unto me by the Devil. It rained today.

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Going to school makes my view of humanity decrease every single day. I feel only disgust and contempt for my peers as my ears burn with their foul language as I'm dodging globs of saliva that litter the ground outside the school. I can't wait until I'm out of there.

In other news, I completed my ink drawing of Seimei (from Loveless) and a random MurakiXTsuzuki drawing. It's my first slash drawing. I'm nervous about uploading it. I actually don't think I'll ever color it. I'm so scared about ruining my pictures that way.