Kinder Surprise is my favourite.

Don't get me wrong, I love chocolate.

However, they make for pretty crummy gifts. Not that I'm complaining, I mean, come on. Free chocolate. But chocolate is like that gift you get for people you don't really know, or when you want to put all of three seconds thinking about what to get someone.

Also, it's not so bad when you know chocolate is coming. But when it's all wrapped up and pretty, it could be anything. But then it's chocolate and you're like, oh.

This Christmas, I was given at least 80 dollars redeemable for, if not already in the form of, chocolate. For those of you keeping score at home (read: nobody), that's a lot of chocolate.

Also, yes, my arm extends from my mouth. I'm sensitive about it.

Unprofessional Blabber #4: I'M SO ALONE

Now that it's been nearly an entire year since I've posted, I think it's pretty safe to say that I'm more or less alone with my thoughts in here. (Not that I had readers anyway... Stop judging me. Actually, who am I talking to? I just said there was no one else here. This is ridiculous. This bracket tangent is getting too long, stop it Vincent. You're a terrible blogger.)

I'm feeling really overwhelmed right now. I think I am going through my man period. (No that's not a thing don't worry about it. Well, it kind of is; men have been observed to have fluxes of testosterone levels throughout the day, which can lead to emotional irregularity, much like a period. But to a lesser degree, and men don't have to bleed. Suckers.)

My to-do list: university applications, decide on a faculty (it's either Arts, Sciences, or Business, guys, don't worry, clearly I've got this narrowed down), scholarship essays, write my freaking book, do the online courses I put off until the abstract idea of "free time", and start my winter break homework. Also, I was planning on reading ahead, because I obviously have so much leisure time and I'm not stressed out at all.

Sarcasm is hard to convey over the internet. Thankfully no one has to hear it but me. Why am I even publishing this? I don't make sense.

I feel like I'm obligated to doodle something. But I don't even have to keep anyone's attention anymore. Also, what did I even talk about? I am definitely going to regret publishing this later.

PUBLISH.



Oh look the sketch is too big for the box. OH WELL, LOOK AT ME NOT CARING! Okay now stop staring.