I am so busy. And probably am not getting a healthy amount of sleep.

But. On the bright side. I may have gathered enough guts to major in art.

Now back to crackin' books.

So I sorta ended up joining the German club. And will henceforth begin learning German. 

Here are my notes.

It's a little blurry and there's not too much vocabulary, but on the bright side I discovered that I memorize better when I draw out pictures to help get the stuff to stick.

On the lower left a dog is shouting, "Du ist einshweine!" which translates to, "You are a pig!" That is very insulting in German. But he is also shouting that to a pig. The fact that the dog is using the pig's species in a derogatory manner is making the pig sad. 

Formerly the dog was going to say something along the lines of, "Humanity's natural state is sadness," but my friends weren't quite that advanced in German. Then I offered to make the dog say, "You a hoe," but apparently there is no word for hoe in German (that I doubt because I think "hoe" is just one of those terms that are universal) but einshweine is a pretty decent vocab term so I'm okay with it. 

There is a small egg version of Einstein next to the dog because einshweine is pronounced the same, except there's a "sh" sound where the "t" would be.

The mountain is crying out rot, which is red. She is crying verbal tears of blood because she is sad. The mountain is also an alcoholic which is why she is holding a cup with the word bier spilling out of it. She drinks to numb the pain of missing her husband who has gone off to war and never returned. No one really has the heart to tell her that he's actually just a figment of her imagination. She wouldn't believe them anyway.

On top of her are some dysfunctional snails, one of them with homicidal tendencies. The snail being pushed off the mountain will forever be frozen spiraling to death, stuck in the single moment of terror I drew him in. Maybe I should make a sequel where he smacks the ground and dies just to give him some closure.

Oh, and the snail on the very right is screaming that the dog is blue. We can therefore assume that the dog at the bottom left is blue.

 

   

Here is a drawing I did last month. Inking shit takes forever.

Applying for colleges is stressful. Studying is stressful. But for the last few days I've been consuming salad for breakfast, greatly increasing my brain productivity. I think I'll do it again tomorrow.

12/2/2015

When are you too old to go grocery shopping with your parents? I've been wondering this for some time. Because you know what? I like hitching a ride with my dad and watching him restock our home inventory of eggs and milk. It provides me with time to get introspective while simultaneously being reassured that my family will not go without proper protein intake this week.

But I don't see any other almost college bound students standing in line, rolling up their sleeves in preparation for the grocery hauling to come. It's literally always just me. Am I too self-conscious, or am I an anomaly amongst my peers? The thought plagued me the last time I went with my dad. We had a bagger that was so chipper he made me feel poignantly useless. Not only did he steal my bagging duties, he had to be extra smiley while doing it.

Whoa, super long time since I've been on this thing. Apologies. I'm gonna try to tap away at this blog a little more often. Maybe I should try the 365 every day post challenge? As inspired by my art teacher. That would teach me a little about dedication and whatnot.

But hey boom pop I'm gonna put this stuff right here:

So over the summer I got pretty addicted to doing henna.

I'm gonna start keeping track of the batches.

Comic 5: Bad Biking Decisions

Comic 4: Biking Stress

Keeping on Track

Running is hard. You don't really think about it because it's just one foot slamming against the ground, quickly followed by the other foot. And repeat. Just constantly smashing your soles against the Earth's surface. Smash smash smash smash.

...But it's hard.

And I'm on the track team.

Why?

Why did I make this decision, you ask?

Oh wait. 

It's because I'm still missing half a credit in PE isn't it.

I guess it wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't so slow. Everyone is light years ahead of me by the time I lift my foot over the starting line. And holy shit, boys can be fast. Were you guys born half lightning? Are you time travelers? Escaped lab experiments? Tell me your secrets.

And the worst thing? Well. We have to compete. Against other schools.

Oh my God. No, for all that is holy on this forsaken planet, please, please, please, no.

I can't quit now. It's too late. I just gotta suck it up, I guess. Wish me luck.

Hire Me

It's been a little while since I've updated, and for that I'm sorry. To whom am I sorry? I don't know. Someone out there, please accept my apology.

I guess I should report on recent affairs.

I've been job hunting. And you know what? I now appreciate why they call it job hunting. It really is an extraneous process, the job is the elusive prey in economically hard times and you are the huntress, sweat trickling down your palms as you nervously inquire about if they're hiring, hovering by the phone, waiting for the call. It takes all of your restraint to keep you from throwing yourself at the management's feet and begging them to hire you.

Do you have any qualifications? No. But you're desperate. That should be qualification enough.

What do they want from me? Sales associate? I can be a sales associate. I will scrape the gum off your shoe with my student ID that's what you want. Is that what sales associates do?