IT'S OVER

Well it's been fun lads. The year-opening ceremony of my school starts in a few hours and this will mark the beginning of my 10th grade.

 I've done nothing notable this summer but grind Runescape levels and do some pixel art in the very final days.

 And it all trickled by so fast.

Even more pixel autism

 One could say that my first two drawings had some redeeming qualities to them and their critique could still hold onto its credibility.

 This no longer holds for the following drawing:

  Tried to make an anthropomorphic frog (that wasn't meant to be Pepe). Failed spectacularly.

 The second is more presentable:

 And it was drawn with a possible animation in mind. I will create a Pixeljam account soon enough to stop clogging my blog with these. Not that there's anything more worthwhile to be read here anyways.

 Another fun fact is that SCHOOL STARTS IN TWO (2) DAYS. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

More pixel autism

 I tried my shading prowess with this one.

 It turned out even worse than anticipated.

Earnest work paid back its worth. And other mishaps of chance.

 I came back from the orthopedic doctor, and got my exemption from phys ed. At the clinic I also got the chance of weighing myself.

 I weighed only 79.5 kilos, clothes on. I can approximate that this means I weigh 79 kilos.

From the 92 kilograms I weighed when I was 13, weight which afterwards likely peaked at about 100 before I decided to lose weight, this was some adequate progress. The doctor I visited advised against losing more weight, largely on the reasoning that I need nutrients for developing during what's left of my puberty. An idea I can get behind if I actually follow a healthy diet and not the animal fodder my mother will continue giving me - But I wouldn't mind shedding even more fat to reach 75 kilograms.

 According to this BMI calculator, and assuming I'm 1 meter and 85 centimeters tall (Could be taller - I didn't get the chance of measuring my height), I have a somewhat swollen BMI of 23.1 - Which could be a perfect 21.9 if I am 1 meter 90 centimeters tall. Regardless I've fallen - Or, dare I say it, floated up from - the overweight category.

 Mom blew a gasket because her definition of what constitutes a healthy weight is as real as the magic she believes witches paid by our grandparents cast to impede us. Still, I profited from this window opportunity that mom's panic to get a pepperoni pizza from a nearby pizzeria and I ate it all. I feel somewhat guilty, and suffice to say I'm not eating anything for dinner. I'll fake eating if I have to. A nourishing diet can wait until tomorrow.

 A somewhat strange - funny wouldn't be the word -  incident took place during the walk to the restaurant, though. Me and my father were meant to meet with mother there. So father and I take the bus, and I seat myself somewhat distantly from him. When we reach the stop nearest to the bus I'm still off into schizoland and it takes me a few second to realize I have to get off the bus. I do so, but by the time I do my father got up in the bus because he thought I had forgotten to. I beckon to him, and he fails to leave the bus before it shut its doors and left for the next station. He arrived to the pizza store a dozen plus minutes later very displeased.

 Let it never be said dad doesn't have a reason to hate me.

THE PROMISED POST

 This is possibly over ten days due at this point. I don't even know. I've lost my grasp on time long ago when my sanity was shedding itself. My mind is just turbid fog at this point.

ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACES

 So, maybe ten days ago, I decided I was in the mood for going on a trolling spree on a forum I remember having a poor trolling experience on when I was younger - Back when I was only starting to initiate myself into the madness of memery. I decided that maybe now is the time for a second round that would yield better results.

 Now that I had a VPN, I decided I should use it. Not because I was planning on doing anything illicit, but if I risk getting on someone's nerves a bit too much I'd rather take the precautions of hiding my IP. So I try to boot up my VPN, and remember that my account on it has the email I use for this blog - Which would make me vulnerable to some easy tracking if the trolled were vehement in exacting vengeance upon me. I push on nevertheless, nervous, and in trying to start up the VPN my internet connection goes crazy as it sometimes does thanks to the cheap WiFi adapter I have which has the tendency to disconnect whenever it feels like it. During this fiasco my mother shouts at me to come get my lunch - She acted angry for some reason that was no fault of mine. She tends to do that.

 I leave my computer's convulsing attempts to reconnect to my internet to get the damn steaks she's cooked, and I arrive to see that they were genuinely unappealing. This isn't even being finicky. Still planning to lose weight I only take the most aesthetic one, put it on a plate and go upstairs back to my room.

 She yells at me to get some steak, I tell her I've already taken one piece, show her the plate, and due to many stressful factors (The enmity that hadn't settled since the incident where I called her out on her schizotypal behavior, my adversity towards the food, my attempts to lose weight with an overbearing and nutritionally incompetent parent, and also the fact that my computer venture was going badly) I call her an idiot. Or a word synonymous with that.

 She gets angry and ordains me to stay off the computer for the rest of the day, warning that she will take my monitor and make father place it somewhere in the apartment my family owns in the city centre*.

 My father gets home and once he finds out what I did he shows me a chapter of Deuteronomy which, to paraphrase, said something along the lines of the Kingdom of Heaven is reserved only to those that respect their parents. Little does that know is that I'm going to hell for worse whether I'd had called my mom an idiot or not.

SAVE ME FROM THE NOTHING I'VE BECOMEEEEEEE

 Afterwards, he comes with an offer of having to choose between recieving a belting of twenty hits or not getting pardoned for sport participation the next year. Because I wasn't really in the mood for an anime showdown with my father I opt for participating in physical education for school. It could've helped me lose even more weight, who knows, but my mother talked my father out of doing either to me. I would have a far harder time with my parents if they did not hinder one another as much as they do to me.

  That same day my father took me and my little brother to the hairdresser in the neighborhood.

 This was another unfortunate event, as I got the horrible haircut I've been having since then. It was customary for me to cut my hair extremely short once it grew too long, to the point it gave the aspect of having been recently shaved, but in the timeframe between my penultimate "ritual" cutting and this last one I realized that very short hair looks very bad on me, especially when wearing glasses, and I'd rather keep my natural shaggy because it fits with my ill-minded personality more. Keeping my hair as it was wasn't an option given that my mother was angry with me and I would be better off outside the house for an hour and a half, I go to the establishment and grossly underestimated the length I should have ordered my hair to be reduced to.

 It was virtually the same as the ones I had before, and my hair's not been hasty to grow itself back.

 After this altercation everything settled down to normal and my family is acting like this had never occurred at all. But I do tbh, and now father's alleigeance is clear to me.

 It never had to be like this.

 But hey, at least I have memes. Without them I'd have pulled an old fork-into-outlet long ago.

 A few days later we went on the trip to a city different from the last one visited, and it was alright. We visited a museum and a few landmarks. I could say that it had the potential to be a very enjoyable experience if I didn't have to be on the lookout constantly so that mother didn't make a scene. Being terse as usual because I don't want to puncture my tire, so to say, if I decide to be a virtual cowboy that does mischief from one oasis to another.

 And today I will have to visit an orthopedist with my mother to be excused from sport for another year. Reason being is that I broke my arm pretty badly some years ago and it's still faintly bent, which indicates a risk that it could break again if I decide to get too competitive in a phys ed. Dota's just as good of a sport anyways :^).

 On a very final note, I picked up Runescape again. And my subconscious celebrated this by me attempting to pick up pixel art, starting off with trying recreate my character's head in GIMP.

 You're lying if you think this is good.

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 * - I don't know if I've previously stated this, but my family does have property outside our own house; Consisting of two apartments, one which is rented to somebody and one that is vacant and used by my father occasionally. But I wouldn't say we're upper class. If my mother wasn't absolutely inept and my father wasn't completely apathetic, we probably could be, but momentarily management of what we have is very poor. Even so, it's all redundant wealth at the end of the day. I just want a good computer to play and surf the internet on.

Weight loss update

 I'll have to make a very brisk update on another recent revelation.

Turns out I was never as fat as I'd imagined. I was still somewhat overweight, but less so than my physique suggested - I was actually just suffering from an affliction called "dip hips" - Where instead of having regular hips there is a recess in the middle of what a normal person's hip would be, making the upper half of the hip appear as if it is a sideways extension of the stomach. Which would be the explanation for what looks like the stomach receding at the front and not likewise recede at the sides.

 Conclusion - I wasn't that fat. I just have horrible genes.

 Someone gas me please.

DARKEST TIMELINE

 Instead of talking about family issues that happened about 8 days ago, I'll complain about something else I just found out happened.

 The second generation of Bionicle got cancelled.

 For the unversed, Bionicle was a line of toys produced by Lego which had two "generations". The first one started before I was even born and when I had a comprehension of English adequate enough to start enjoying the rich story of this franchise it was already cancelled. I had some toys from before this moment, but being a very spoiled piece of trash I dismantled all of them to the point I was both too lazy and unknowledgeable to put them back together. Their pieces are scattered now, probably never to be put back together. Genuinely a shame.

 However, I happen to have had a deeper connection with this franchise than what little interaction I've described would beget, and that is because the second 4Mao board I used to browse after /tg/ was /toy/, after a quick browse and finding out they had a Bionicle general. Turns out there was still a living community, which indirectly helped me immerse myself in the Bionicle world as I checked links to games or other media they would sometimes forward one another in the general.

 Then the second generation was announced. It was a reboot, so while the basic premise of the original series would remain, the lead writers would take story in a different and less convoluted direction. I bought myself a Kopaka (A character that's pretty much as mechanical as me tbh) figure, and my little brother demanded some other sets of the first line. Then Bionicle fell from my rader.

 Today I feel in the mood for some "nostalgia" and check the "Mad World" song I used to link a lot in the earlier days of this blog. I check the comments and one mentions Bionicle getting cancelled for a second time.

 I check out a few sources, and turns out that this is true. And the figures and aesthetics of this series seemed pretty cool.

 This is it. This is the darkest timeline. Brexit won't go through. Trump won't become president. Nationalistic parties will turn out to have been just a flash in the pan in the following European elections. Islam won't overturn European society, but instead it will assimilate and the descendants of current European muslims will shed their faith in favor of materialism.

 Worst of all, this means there will only be more people like me out there.