I think I very nearly drifted off the face of the Earth for a while there. I feel like I haven't got enough time to do anything, yet in reality, I just can't manage it.

I miss it. I miss this place, I miss you all, I miss spending countless hours drawing and talking. But I just haven't come back, haven't drawn, dropped communication with you. You, who have been my best friends where I sometimes felt I lacked them in real life. And I just stopped writing.
I have no excuse but I am sorry. Not that I'm saying my life, my friendship, is the most important thing your life but if I did that to someone I knew personally in real life, I would feel the same as I do now.

I will try to look through everything in my message centre. From what I skimmed over, there's a lot there that will end up in my favourites. I apologise if I do not comment, but a fave from me means I truly, truly love it.

Thank you to everyone, even if you think I've gone a bit crazy in my absence, even if you don't care, even if you think you haven't done anything to be thanked for, still... thank you very much.

-Disappears.-
See! How amazing is that?
_{Quick, someone shoot me before I do something else stupid!}

So, yes, I have disappeared. Why? Well, I got a job. It's my first job ever (lol I'm 19 and never had a job before this one). I started last Monday (as for my absence before that, I have no excuse. :< ) and I've been so tired ever since. I feel like I haven't slept for a week. I'm really not used to waking up at 7am anymore. Lol.
But it's good. I screw things up (phone calls, mainly), but I'm learning, so that's good.

I really don't know when I'll get any time to do anything, so please forgive me if I 'fave and run.' I do look at everything in my message centre, so I don't ignore people.

Love you all.

Wishing you all a Merry Christmas/Happy Holiday. I hope you all have a good day.
Have fun, eat too much, laugh and be happy.

And, importantly...
PRESENTS <sub>Lol jk

On another note, there is a strange smell coming from my fridge and I fear I shall not survive Christmas Lunch.</sub>

I finished my buisness admin TAFE course on Thursday. Hurray! My typing speed is offically 66.0 wpm with 99.7% accuracy.
Now all I need is to find a job. Any one want to hire me?

Anyway, I'm looking forward to Christmas. It should be good.

And now I've gotten rid of that other journal, which makes me a happy Jess.

Today started off so nice. It was cloudy and sprinkling slightly, but I didn't mind. So I head off to TAFE in a better mood then I did yesterday, so glad I only had to go until 1.

As the day progresses, it starts raining more. And more. And more. By the end of my class, it's still raining so I bring out my umbrella to give me feeble protection from the rain.
As I'm walking along the sidewalk, I failed to notice that nice, big puddle on the side of the road. It was sitting there, menacingly, as I slowly walked on through the rain with my small umbrella. I got closer and closer, then eventually I'm walking past it and I finally notice it. I think, "Oh no." and the driver of the truck driving past could only of possibly been thinking, "Oh yes."

I imagine his face was somewhat like this,


The puddle could have looked something like this,


So, as you can imagine, SPLASH. I am soaked from head to toe on my right side. I grumbled about it, before laughing it off. It's just a bit of water. Well, quite a lot of water. But my umbrella wasn't keeping me dry anyway so I continued on in my quest to reach home.

I ran to catch up with a friend and noticed that she, too, had been splashed by that maniacal truck driver but not quite as much as me. It was then I happened to look down at my arm and shock! The inside of my right arm is blue! At first I think, "Oh, a pen must have broken." but then I realised I had no pens on me. So, it remained a mystery as to why I suddenly looked like I wanted to be a Smurf.

I must have attracted a lot of attention with my blue arm. I felt people looking at me. I even had a girl come up to me on the train and ask, "Why have you got ink on your arm?" I had no answer for that.
I was alone by the time I figured it all out. I had lifted up my arm, which had been resting on my bag, and there was more blue. My bag, which is a cheap black shoulder bag, was leaking blue ink. Because of the maniacal truck driver.

I get to my suburb and decide to catch a Taxi home. I hadn't caught a taxi in years, let alone by myself, so I was a little bit lost. But I finally hurled myself into the car, out of the rain, to find a nice somewhat chatty driver. We had a good talk about the weather and when we finally got to the street just before my street, he asked,
"Left or right?"
I stared, dumbstruck. I then cried out, "Left!"
No. Not left. That's wrong, you idiot.
I then said, "No! No! I mean right!" and he laughed at me.
He pulled up across from my house and as I was paying him, he, too, noticed my rather blue arm. He was quite shocked and asked what it was. I could only reply that I had no idea what it was. Perhaps he could tell me? Well, not really. I would have liked it, though.

And so now, here I am, telling you my riveting tale.
The bag has failed me.