50.0

Hiatus...
Right.

That's always a nice word, isn't it? My favorite euphemism as a matter of fact.
Aside from the calls of my kettle and the clink of my fork there hasn't been too much action in the household of My Desk & Co.

...
I've nothing more to report.
Not like I need to, but you know... It's my 50.0 post so it seems like it should be significant in some other not numerical aspect.
Do I have anything I'm thinking of?
No.
Besides poetry, drugs, graphic novels and cereal I've nothing to report.

I lie.
I have so much to report.
I just don't think I'd do justice to any of the things I mentioned.

Like poetry for examp--
Nope. We're done with that.

Or drugs....
Nope. Done with that one too.

Graphic Novels:
I found a cool French one called "Epileptic" that vaguely reminds me of my little brother (even though he's never had epilepsy). I'm infatuated with European comics and this one takes the cake. Damn Europeans. They have such a strange talent of being personal but not pretentious. Slightly tortured but never whiny. Extremely witty and hardly dull. Mr. David B. is phenomenal.
Speaking of art I have no idea why I'm in honors art. Actually, I most certainly do. It's because I wanted to have just one more period in the day with a couple of people. Unfortunately, the agitation I get from the subject and my sorry excuse for talent impacts me more than the good company.
I drew a lung today.
A pastel lung.
I was quite proud of it. I still am.

It's really interesting because I just noticed that I love to indent and press "Enter" over and over again, creating as much negative space as I can on this little bloggy thing.
When I write on notebook paper I could never do that.
I despise margins, blank spaces, indentations. I seek them out and fill them with things. Doodles, thoughts, words, ANYTHING. I just never liked to see a blank spot in my notebook.
Granted, that little quirk made for MASSIVE illegibility so it's highly unlikely that I'll ever be able to decipher any of my past story ideas ever again, but that's all right. I'm getting better... I think.