I'm writing my paper on american gods :D
 

. . . that's almost as good as that Discworld novel in sixth grade. xD "Well, there's this character called Casanunda, and he's, uh. . . a lecherous dwarf." That went well.
 

The story of why I didn't go to art school. Blah. You know, I sometimes still wish I had, though. The more you get involved the graver your doubts about your actual capacity to have a meaningful impact of a predictable (so you know it's good) nature on anything. Maybe it'd be just fine to be a self-absorbed flake with a painted grin. It is certainly bad to let art fall out of your life altogether. Stick with some part of it or you'll be mad at yourself in as soon as, oh, eight years.

Yeah. I understand why Mom didn't want you reading that one, but... um. It might have been a naive objection on her part.