today, some hours ago, this person complained again about how i bite way too hard, in a jokingly manner im afraid. i suspect he wants more but i, uh, dont think that would be a good idea. he also sent me a pic of the bruises my teeth left and while i wont put someone's pic here, i find it funny that its been close to half a month and the bruises are still so defined, so unmistakable. truth be told, i dont think i ever paid attention to how long this stuff usually takes to completely heal. "what do you have, teeth or knives??" he said. well, i have "i grew up in a house with six ppl, and i never knew peace"

anyway i was trying to tidy up some dusty corners of my room (the same corner where the ds likes were. im slow and easily distracted) and i just found some interesting stuff, including:

-a ps2 controller vibration engine
-a slightly used shuriken (not mine)
-some of my old teeth

it is already easy enough for me to get distracted and having an hyperactive fly in my room is not helping me send messages faster

according to what i've seen on the internet or ppl mouths or places like that, maybe i dont just have sharp teeth, maybe i do have *sharp* teeth. i always found fun that i had the most carnivore shaped teeth from all the ppl whose teeth i ever saw, even though i've spent a bunch of years eating plants only

i may or may not have misspressed the send button there. well whatever now im not gonna finish the message.

there is also a bag full of quartz rocks but i aint gonna unpack that just yet because it would be messy. so no pics of that yet.

damn, i may have drunk like what, three or four canned drinks since i was 7yo? why the hecc do i have this shit in my room. probably because some "imma make a chainmail thing" stuff in the past, now that i think about it. but where did i get them?

weird coins

back then, for some reason, my mother would tell me about that math teacher that carried a bomb whenever he boarded a plane "because statistically, the chance of being in a plane with a bomb is small, but the chance of getting on a plane with two bombs is magnitudes lower" and thus assuring his travel.

anyway, have you ever traveled far away with ppl? when someone falls asleep, other ppl will take the opportunity to draw stuff in their face. the more ppl travel, the most probable it is that someone will start asking "anybody got a pen?". i was the one that carried the permanent marker, for multiple reasons, including: 1- i would not be painted on if i were the one to provide the marker; and 2- i dont sleep with ppl around anyway, so i could watch the chaos develop from my seat. everybody loves some free entertainment while on a long, boring travel, isnt that right?

also 3- this was the marker to write big letters in cardboard pieces in case i needed to return from far far away on my own or any other situation


the corner i was trying to tidy is almost empty. there is like, a cable, an empty backpack, a piece of street sidewalk for some reason, and three small plastic pieces. and lots of dust but thats not "things", thats "dirty". after that, only the lower side of the bookshelf will be left to review. i should review the whole bookshelf but i guess that will happen another time. this was the last "oh no" part of my room, so this is cool, my room has changed into a more livable/healthy place this last, idk weeks or months or something like that. slow progress is still progress and all that shit, you know