SeDivisum

So a couple of weeks ago I was asked if I did pot.  Yeah.  Not the best way to start a story, but it's true.  I was in school eating lunch with two of my friends, who shall remain nameless,  just enjoying food, when a guy at the other end of the table I was at asked me if I did pot.  Now, being the totally innocent and naive angel of a man that I am, this caught me off guard.  I mean, that's not usual eating conversation.  So after getting over my initial shock, I gave the whole "I don't do drugs" speech and asked him why he asked me that.  He replied quite simply that I was wearing a drug rug, and thought I did drugs.

For those of you who don't know, which included me at the time, a drug rug is slang term for a baja coat, which is like a hoodie version of a poncho that I do believe originated in Mexico or somewhere like that.  Apparently it was a pretty popular piece of clothing for hippies and junkies back in the day.  But not one being who follows fashion, I bought the baja coat because "it looked awesome", which is pretty much the reason for all the clothing I buy.  Which is very little.  I don't follow fashion.

But anyway, like I said, he told me that because I wore the baja coat, he assumed I did drugs, and this rubbed me the wrong way (in a totally non-sexual fashion).  The guy didn't know anything about me, we had never talked before, and just because of the clothes on my back, he assumed I did drugs.  That's just, I don't know, mean.  Anyway, I told the guy again that-"No. I don't do pot."-but I don't think he believed me.  Oh well, I guess that's just life.  After all, if the clothes make the man, it makes it so much easier to judge him.

So a couple of days ago it snowed a lot where I'm from, and when I say a lot, I mean A LOT.  I'm serious.  The day before there was no snow, and everyone at school was saying-"Oh yah, there's going to be all this snow and no schools and stuff"-and being the cynical blob of bland mashed potatoes that I am, I didn't believe any of them.  So you can imagine how stupid I felt when I saw two feet of snow from my window.  Needless to say, school was canceled, so I had a whole day to procrastinate.

Well actually that last part wasn't true.  While I could stay home, my mother could not, and she had a lot of trouble getting out the driveway, due to the aforementioned two feet of freaking snow.  That snow was a real troll when I think about it.  It came out of nowhere, messed with people's schedules, and ,to top it off, made everything freaking cold.  But I digress; after my mother finished her perilous journey of guiding her khar through the frozen tundra of Driv'Wai, she called home and told my sister (who really should join deviantART) and I to shovel the driveway.  So after doing nothing for around three hours after the call, we took responsibility, pulled on our snow pants, grabbed the shovels and snowblower, and made our way outside.

I managed to go solid for around 15 minutes before I finally went insane.  Insane from what?  THE HEAT!  "Did he just say 'the heat'?"  Yeah I did.  Because as cold as it is outside, exerting yourself as you shovel through snow while wearing a sweater, a heavy coat, and rather stiff pants gets you really hot.  So being the manly man that I am, I removed all my upper body clothing and continued shoveling.  You would not believe how refreshing that was.  It's a really strange feeling when everything around you is cold as hell (assuming hell hath frozen over), yet you feel perfectly fine, which I did.  That was until my sister took advantage of my shirtlessness and started to pelt me with snowballs.  As manly as I am, those things sting.  So started a snowball fight that lasted for around 3 minutes, because my fingers froze and I had to sit down for a sec and wait for them to thaw out.  After that we began shoveling again, and that's when the real fun began.

As I said before, while I had a day off, others did not, and with roads being mostly clear of snow, cars where passing right and left.  At first I really didn't take notice of the cars, I was just focusing on my work, but then I noticed that the cars would slow down as the passed our driveway.  I then realized they were stopping and staring at shirtless me.  An evil idea formed in my head.  Whenever I heard a car coming, I would do all sorts of stretches and show of my body as they passed by, giving them a charming smile and waving hello.  It made everything even better when people waved back.  One driver even stopped because they remembered my from my childhood, and wanted to say hello.

To make an overly stretched out story short, we finished shoveling the driveway, but I wasn't through yet.  Because while I was putting away the snow shovels, I found a sled.  Guess who went shirtless sledding?  This guy.  So while my sister watched in amusement, I sled down the hill all the while screaming with joy. That was until I reached the bottom and wiped out in a pile of snow, because at the end of the day, despite having the frost resistance of a true Nord, snow is still a troll.

Like most people in the world, I am fond of food.  School lunches? Not so much, but I'll eat them.  I remember one school lunch that I had in November of 2012 that was quite memorable.

It was lunch period, and as usual, I was starving.  After spending 90 minutes rehearsing music, my throat was very much so in the need of recuperation.  The lunch that day consisted of french toast, grapes, sausage, and chocolate milk.  The french toast was a cavity in the making, and tasted rather stale.  It was sugar though, so I ate it.  The grapes earned no such honor. Half of them were unripe, the other half rotten by some freak incident of nature.  I managed to eat a few of them, but in the end I pitched the grapes.  The chocolate milk goes without saying.  It's chocolate milk.  You can bet your (insert random noun here) that I drank it.  That left the sausage. Yeah.

Now, I'm a fan of meat.  Scientifically speaking, I'm an omnomnomnivore, but there was something wrong with this sausage.  I didn't notice at first, but as I took a bite out of the patty and started to chew, I bit down on something HARD.  I stopped chewing, reached into my mouth, and pulled out a tooth.  Not my tooth, mind you, a tooth from the sausage.  It wasn't even a full tooth, only half of a tooth, which begged the question, were's the other half?  Was it in someone else's lunch?  Did I accidentally swallow it.  And after that question came the next , darker question.  Where did the tooth come from?  Was it that of some unfortunate animal, or worse, a human tooth?  I guess we'll never know because I threw away the tooth right then and there, but hey, food for thought.

Hello deviantART!  I am SeDivisum and I am now writing my first journal.  Now I'm pretty sure most people write there first journal when they first make an account so that people can now some basic things about them, but I kinda forgot to do that.  For a year.  Which I can safely presume is bad.  Well not bad in a moral sense like-"You killed that guy's father with his own face.  You are really bad."-, but more of a. . .actually now that I think about bad is usually only put in a moral sense.  Unless it's referring to badass, which doesn't really apply to the whole forgetting-to-do-a-journal-for-a-year issue.  "What, he never did a introductory journal for deviantART?  Looks like we got ourselves a badass."  See, doesn't work.  Anyway, I'm just going to skip the rest of this rant and focus on the important issue.  Me.

As I stated before, my name is SeDivisum, and like other people on this website, I am an artist.  LOL JK PLZ.  I'm actually a writer, and you can go ahead and put that in quotation marks because I'm not that good of a writer.  Yet.  Which leads me to explain why I joined deviantART.  In reality, I'm not so good at dealing with people.  I'm shy, nervous, bipolar, and lack many good socializing skills that other people have.  This doesn't bode well for the aspiring writer(I think), because if I want to be a good writer, I'd need to hear good criticism, which I can't really get if I'm to afraid to show anyone my work.  So to counteract this problem, I joined deviantART.  Here, I believe that people could help me with my writings by offering constructive criticisms on my work(which I really need to pick up on), give helpful advice, and generally be awesome people.

So yeah, that's pretty much it for introductions.  Now that I think about it, that wasn't much of an introduction.  I barely talked about me, just why I'm here.  Oh well, perhaps I'll save that journal for another time.  Regardless, this is SeDivisum, and I am pleased to meet all of you.