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*kicks computer*

Really, is it too much to ask this thing to do as I say? Am I asking for too much, for anything unreasonable?

Apparently, according to the computer, I am. "I'm sorry, I can't do that. Actually coloring is forbidden. See this nonexistent error code." Augh!

I went to work on my contest piece and of all things it crashes, freezes, and basically drives me up the wall. Now I finally get to the coloring part, a.k.a. the fun part, and my paint bucket and paintbrush tools won't work. So here I am wanting to scream, "Fiiiiiiiiiiillllllllllll! FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLL!" like Naruto yelling at his DS from Naruto Abridged. (Blue. Bluuuuuuuuuuuue. BLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! BA-LUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEE! On a side note, I've screamed "Bloom" at my Wii while playing Okami in the same manner. To the point where my brother couldn't stop laughing, and I couldn't play the game from laughter. But back to today's issues.)

Yes, so I'm trying all sorts of styles of tapping my stylus trying to get the program's attention. Hard, light, sliding, quick, long. You name it and I probably tried it. And it's just not responding. Oh I can select the color, navigate through my layers, do everything but what I need. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGG GGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

As if this weren't bad enough, my brother told me earlier this week, that, oops!, I wiped out your Izuna game. After I finally got into the final dungeon and finished leveling Izuna up! And my vampire dragon claw! Gone! All that work, down the drain. But I'm too nice to actually explode at him. (Or afraid of what he might do in retaliation. He's rather... violent when he snaps. Courtesy of Daddy Dearest. Apparently I'm the only one whose learned to control their temper and violent urges.)

Yes. What was I saying? Oh, yeah. So I had him buy me a new copy of Izuna so he would stop freaking bugging me to borrow mine and so I could start over. Because it's like when my mom typed in my most personal story (sure it's a fairy tale but it's still all me in that story. No one was supposed to read. No one had read it except for me. It was still too close to my heart to be read.). Yeah, that's what I was starting to do, but using her typing doesn't feel right. (refer to my "Moving On" entry.) I just can't face that story anymore. It's dead. Even thinking about it pushes me to tears. And I NEVER cry. I worked so hard to protect myself from my classmates and not show them all the pain they inflicted that I've almost lost the ability to cry. When I need to, I often find I can't. Now that I've wandered everywhere, back to the point! It's just not the same if you don't do it yourself, is it?

Actually... I don't think I ever told you guys that story about my violated fairy tale. But I'm really not in the mood to. And I just don't like to because as I said, it makes me cry. And I hate crying.

Pixelmari