So, to celebrate this completely over-rated event, I've decided to start on a new series called Call of the Wild. As you can see, the first of the series is already up, featuring a very awkward-looking cheetah in the Savannah. The rest will serve as a project big enough to last me the rest of the year, most probably.

So what have I been doing in celebration of this auspicious event that I will probably not remember when I am 21? Well, getting stressed out over mock exams, for one. Getting pissed off over university applications. Getting my heart broken by an assortment of assholes (rather, I think I managed to do that all by myself - quite admirably). Feeling all the depression as should be felt by a Tortured Artist. And, finally, getting excellent grades despite all this shit.

Yes. Happy new year, everyone. May your lives be more fruitful than mine, which at the moment resembles a badly-written script for a teenage drama with a few lousy jokes chucked in.

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