Soo...Tuesday, I went to my pschologist again. This time, it was mostly just me in there with Mom out in the waiting room, so it went pretty well. We talked aboot such things as how I'm gonna get a job, and also the evils of my Mom, and my fear of planes, one o' my friends for some reason, and SKF. I showed him this comic I drew when I was bored at the markethouse two weeks ago, and he commented that it was random and violent. Obviously some people just don't see the humor in stabbing little kids with a katana. Twice.

Then Thursday was the dang markethouse again. I brought more paper and make like, three more comics, all being 14 pages long and having aboot 8 panels per page. And this time, they were all pervy, so there were plenty of them little black censored signs. For some reason, Mom was mostly a normal person the whole time, until near the end when she pretty much went back to her normal friggin' self. Luckily, my aunt soon came to da rescue and we went out job-hunting.

So apparently a few places we stopped at said some new law required me to be 16, but Burger King and some place called Brusters gave me application forms. I dunno, I guess it's some ice cream place. Like Dairy Queen or something. Anyway, that makes two places we've found that hires 14/15-year-olds. But then she told me that I'd have to go to an interview. Wow. Big problem there. First off, I have problems with eye contact because it feels weird having to stare at people. Also, there's this friggin' speech impediment where I mess up on words a lot, plus sometimes I pronounce the "al"/"le" sounds as "er", and also place unneccessary "r"s in places...it's...it's pretty sucky. Umm... and then also there's like, the fact that I can't really talk to people who aren't my online friends. Oh, and my indeciciveness. Seriously, I can almost never answer a yes-or-no question. It's best to just stick with multiple choice for me, k?

So then on the way home, my aunt somehow starts nagging me to go out and meet girls. Which...that isn't happening. So then, Friday, we had like, a campfire and we were makin' marshmallows, hot dogs, chicken and potatoes on it. And Chique kept stealing Mom's chair. Tee hee. Oh, and I finally beat FF7. For some reason, the final bosses really...were no match for the awesome powers of Cloud, Vincent and Yuffie. Like, at all. Seriously. I rule. Umm...I think that's it. Uhhh...bye?

<3 Nick Bate

I'm still depressed. I give up on life. I'll probably just, like, remain single forever and be some dude with no money that lives on the streets and people keep poking him with a stick. And it stings really bad after a while. Wow. That's going to really suck.

In less depressing news, I finally beat disk 1 of Final Fantasy 7 after all these years! Well, actually, only aboot two years or so. I think I got it for one of my birthdays...I forget which one. Probably back before PS2. Dude, FF7 made me cry. NOT COOL.

Aaaand...uhh...I wanna try RPG Maker. The first one. I dunno why, I guess just because it takes less time to make, and it has bad graphics. The only thing is, it uses 23x31 px sprites, and it's near impossible to make sprites of that size.

Also, my memory card keeps corrupting my data. I need a new one. And also platform shoes. And a goatee. And dark blue hair dye, a few skirts, a wireless connection with Embarq (I don't like the name. They should've stuck with Sprint.), some more dice, and love, and probably some more video games or something, and Flash, and... uhhh... I guess that's it. But I'll probably think of more.

Oh, and September 1st. Birthday. Remember this. Because if you don't, I'll stab you in the thigh. Well...not really...I mean, I don't know where any of you live, so...well, actually... yes I do, but I have no transportation. And also I would never stab anyone. Well...yes I would. But only Mom and Steve. But I can't even do that because like, I'm already on probation. Not that I would anyway. Or would I? AAAAAARGH. SHUT UP, NICK. ...okay.

<3 Two of Nick Bate's personalities

Turns out my drug test isn't until August 2nd. Cool. So I've been playing FF7 for the past few days. First I've played in a while, I guess. I just got past all the Cosmo Canyon stuff, and despite KN's hatred of Yuffie, I got Yuffie. So now I'm like, roaming around trying to remember where I'm supposed to go next, but mostly just wondering when I can get Vincent and Cid. 'Cause I've never gotten them before, that I know of.

Ooh, and all the cats are fixed now, except two we couldn't catch. And we're down to three kittens. The rest are finding new homes. And luckily, this place doesn't eauthanize animals. Hooray! Whenever I get my digital camera installed correctly, I'll show pictures of the cute kitties. Their names are Phil, Joel and Captain. Apparently Mom tried to rename them, but I still use those names.

So aboot the camera...it's being stupid. The installation CD has a "install camera drivers" link, so I click it, but it doesn't install them right. I go to Add Hardware in the Control Panel and go in to the camera thing, and it tells me the drivers aren't installed correctly. So then I tell it to fix the problem. So then it asks me for the directory that the drivers are in, and I tell it they're in drive D, but it can't find the friggin' drivers. So I'll probably be toying with it for a while before I can get it to work. (Also, Windows 98. I know, I need to upgrade.)

PANTS!

<3 Nick Bate

So I drew this comic thing, with me and WF in it. And I have a new design, which looks way more emo. Basically, you know that shirt I always wear, with the star thingy on it? Well, the colors are inverted. Yes, black shirt with white star thingy. Also, my hair is dark blue. It's cool. But my new design is the only cool thing aboot the comic. Also, after four or five failed attempts to upload it (apparently my dial-up connection doesn't like dA today), I've decided to give up, try some other time, and download the new CS demo reel. And also SBEmails.

And I'm still depressed. Wheeeeee. Gah, I need DSL really bad now. My aunt found out I've been sneaking online when I accidentally forgot to hang the phone back on the wall. Also, Dad cancelled his AOL account (he has DSL now), leaving me to risk it and use my Mom's account.

I go to my probation officer Friday. I'd better drink a lot before I leave. o_o;

<3 Nickalaus L. Bate

Today was my stepdad's birthday. Well, not today, but yesterday, since it's 1 in the morning. And I'm depressed again. More depressed than ever before, actually. I wish suicide, like, wasn't a sin. I'm not going to kill myself, but it'd be nice if I could. Well, not "nice", per se...but it'd be...uhh... it's be... umm, "relieving", I guess? I don't know. Being depressed sucks. Especially permanent dpression. Permapression. That's what I have. So yeah. I'm definitely emo. But not goth. I guess. Wow, Depressed Forever sounds like a cool band name. I should suggest that to WF when I talk to him again.

And my birthday is coming up. September 1st. I don't really care that much anymore.

<3 Nickalaus L. Bate
(I wonder if anyone knows what the L stands for.)