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?