Bringing sexy back... maybe.

     I recently came across (and subsequently acquired) a shirt that says, "Smart is the new dumb". I'll be honest, I got it primarily because it made me laugh, rather than as any particular societal commentary or whatnot. A few days later, however, I was having a conversation with a friend, and he offered for consideration the phrase, "Nah, in my opinion, smart girls are sexy."

     Individually, the two incidences don't really amount to much- a funny shirt and a random opinion, no worries, right? As usual, however, it got me to thinking. Let's see if my logic bears up to peer review:

How to make a stubborn person give up.

Yes, it's a long title. I have faith that you can deal with it. Moving on...

     One of my less annoying habits is that I'm pretty stubborn. I try to stay with things no matter what, sometimes even when it's neither logical nor wise to do so. However, there is one sure-fire way to make me give up on anything, and this past week has gotten me pretty close to just crawling back into bed and hibernating til Thursday. Why Thursday? Thursday is dance class, for one, which always puts me in a better mood, and, more importantly, Thursday is when I go back to the dentist to get a permanent crown put on and my last cavity filled. Remember this, it is important.

     Now, back to the giving up bit. A lot of people, if asked, would probably say the best way to make someone give up is to constantly harass and harangue them, make sure that everything goes wrong, and they can achieve nothing, right? Well, they'd be wrong. The only thing that will do for stubborn people (and admit it, if you're not a stubborn person, you at least know one, so this can be applied in everyone's life), is make them angry. The more you thwart a stubborner, the more determined they will be to find you and prove that they can overcome anything. Think about it: who triumphs in the end? The stubborn ones who don't back

Test days...

     I have a massive, massive Russian test today. Unfortunately, no matter what sort of test, trial, interview, or whatever I am facing, I only have one method of dealing with it:

A week before...                                                 The night before...                                          The entire day of...

   
Fortunately, about 99% of the time, I end up with this result:

Pickup Lines 2

     One for the guys:

     On a slightly related note, the weather is definitely starting to cool off out here in Colorado. Consequently, I'm hearing one of two things around campus:

Pickup Lines and Responses 1

     So for some reason, there have been a bunch of bad pickup lines and responses to them floating around in the back of my head for a while. Having nothing better to do, I decided to sit down and start getting them out. I don't know how frequent they will be, but here you go:

Confidence

     As I was sitting down today for my usual battle of wits against various homeworks and suchlike, I reflected briefly on my confidence in myself. Overall, I'd say I'm a fairly self-assured person, hopefully without tipping the scales too far and becoming an egotistical jerk. Most of my teachers assure me that I am making progress, and am a pretty good student. Moreover, I have a pretty high GPA (not that that's always an entirely accurate judge of progress, but it does help now and then), and do decently on tests, quizzes and papers presented to me. Thus I can safely say that, on a graph of confidence in my skills over time, most outsiders' opinion of me would be as below:

Fifty!

No no, fifty posts, not I'm fifty years old! Time flies, but thankfully not that fast.

     So I'd hoped that the fiftieth post for the blog would be a little more razzmatazz, as it were, but circumstances have come to pass to prevent that from happening. This past week was quite horrendously busy, and I was not able to get any drawing or writing done. Yesterday was my first day on the Concession Runner job, and it turned out to be a whopping 14-hour day. Suffice to day, I was not a happy camper. Getting up before the sun, driving to work in the dark, then watching the sun go down and the moon come up while you are STILL at work is no-one's idea of a good time. At least, no-one sane.

     I'm not saying it was all bad either, no no. I met some great people, enough to overshadow the awful people I met, and learned what I need to do better for the next time, so that hopefully I don't spend

Attitude

Would you believe it? Some people just think the world should be handed to them on a silver platter!

     So I was sitting around the house tonight, in that special state of bored where you have plenty to do, but don't really feel like doing any of it. I could keep working on my sewing project... or my weaving project... or keep knitting that scarf that I promised to my mom a couple years ago... or cook or clean or watch a movie or tv show or study for school, or any of a million things that I could do, but none of them really sparked my interest.

     One thing, however, that has always been an interest of mine is being part of something bigger than

Filler

Not feeling particularly anything today, so here's an old sketch I redid.

For some bizarre reason, my little sister and I were discussing hair one day, and the idea came up that perhaps individual hairs are held in place because the roots are actually hands. Each hand has to stay tightly clenched to stay in place within the pore; if it relaxes at all, it loses it's grip and the hair falls out. This would explain why some people's hair grows longer than others': their little hands are stronger and can hold on longer.

Note that I'm still not a particularly talented artist, but I feel the eye came out pretty appropriately worried. Goodness knows I'd be worried if thousands of little fists were clenched in my skin, how about you?