School and Things

Sometimes, I have random panic attacks. They usually pertain to due dates I'm about to miss, friends birthdays that I've missed, or other important events.

This is how it will usually occur.

Last week, I actually remembered that the paper was due earlier in the day. I figured I had plenty of time, so I'd get some other things done first...

Finally, I began the paper around midnight.

I finished, and went to bed feeling pretty good about myself.

The boy I sit next to was eyeing my paper, looking confused. Finally, he leaned over. 

So, I stayed up til 3 for nothing.

THE END

*While working on this, Holly and Micah decided to try out my Bamboo Tablet. I thought their work was worth showcasing.*

When I get bored, I like to play with Photoshop

How I Predict the Weather

I always know when it's going to rain. How, you ask? Well, I'll tell you. Let me begin by showing you what my hair usually looks like.

Sometimes, I get up the nerve to attack the jungle with a straightener. 

I excitedly go outside to show off my straight mane to the world.

You'll never guess what happens next.

It rains. And, my hair returns to it's former glory.

This happens. Every time. Without fail. It also usually rains the day after I wash my car.

The End.

No Cut Man

Last week, my sisters, mom, and I went to a Taylor Swift concert. It was a great experience apart from one teensy incident.

Luckily, we had arrived at the concert early, because there were hordes of people EVERYWHERE. We wanted to get Taylor Swift T-shirts, so we made our way to the back of the line. It looked like this.

Except longer. Finally, we neared the front of the line. Let me add that almost everyone around me was a ten year old girl.

There was a man in the sea of girls, and all of a sudden he decided to make a scene. I have no idea what compelled him to do so.

The ten year olds and I were a little confused by his sudden outburst. The line was crowded and jumbled but we were all patiently and excitedly waiting for our shirts.

All of a sudden, the man singled me out.

I have no idea why he chose to direct his fury at me.

I tried to reason with the man. But he just kept getting louder and angrier. More people were beginning to notice.

Confused and a little frightened, I let the scary man go in front of me. I then got my shirt and went on to enjoy the concert. I almost feel bad for this guy, though. I picture him going for life permanently angry and scary to people around him.

Mr. No Cut Man, please stop being so mean. That is no way to live, my friend.


The End

sorry for talking...

Sometimes, you say something without thinking first. And it's embarrassing. You're sitting there in a group of people, and everyone's telling hilarious stories, so you feel like you need to join in. That's the first problem.

And then, you just say the first thing you can think of without planning ahead. 

Then, you realize your mistake. Because your audience usually looks like this.

It's time to make a quick recovery. You have to say something awesome. So, once again, you speak without thinking.

And it worked. Your audience is absolutely enthralled.

This is where we run into problem 4. Then what? You have to keep adding to your story, and your brain STILL doesn't seem to be functioning.

The story becomes a big huge lie, and it keeps getting worse. And worse. And worse.

Someone calls you out on the lie. 

And you're stuck. What started as an innocent story made all your friends think you're a complete idiot. 

THE END

Look at the awesome stuff I found on the internet!

Okay, I found my new role model. Kirsten Lepore. Her work is amazing. Watch this video.

http://vimeo.com/kirstenlepore/bottle

Now, look at this funny picture. I just love the look on the baby's face.

Well, that's all for today... I'm working on a really hilarious and awesome cartoon so check back soon! 

Terrible Roommate Saves the Day!! (loose interpretation of saves)

I'm guessing a lot of you have had bad experiences with roommates. There's usually one that won't do her dishes, leaves her stuff everywhere, etc. Well, this time, I'm the terrible roommate. There, I said it. It actually feels good to get if off my chest. Now, I'm not one of the roommates that refuses to clean or steals other people's stuff or anything. No no. I just sometimes accidentally ruin my roommates food.

Are you confused? I thought you might be. So, here's an illustration. Introducing, my second cartoon of the blog! Hooray!

So, one day, my beautiful roommate Holly was cooking herself a lovely meal.

Holly leaves to go to class. She left her baked potatoes in the sink. (Now, I don't think I'm 100% to blame for this one, because after all, potatoes don't really belong there.) This is the part where I come in.

I decided to be a "good roommate" and do my dishes. You'll never guess what happened.

Yep. Dirty dishwater. All over her potatoes. (I swear it was an accident.) I grimaced a little while she ate them... but she's still alive so no harm done. Right?

Okay, if that's not bad enough for you, here's scenario two. One of my other roommates has a missionary. She's the biggest sweetheart in the world, and decided to bake him some brownies and mail them to him.

While the brownies were cooling, I made myself a delicious feast of Ramen noodles. Now, I don't think all the blame should be put on my shoulders this time either. I was literally like ten feet away when I opened the little seasoning packet.

It exploded! Onto the brownies! I'm surprised she didn't notice the little black and white dots that now covered her creation. I wish I could see his face when he took the first bite. Who knows.. maybe it'll taste good.

And finally, the last incident that has happened (so far). I was minding my own business, looking for a snack in the fridge, when BAM! The biggest tub of yogurt I have ever seen comes tumbling to the floor. And of course exploded everywhere upon impact.

Seeing as we're all poor college students, I couldn't waste her precious yogurt. So, being the caring person that I am, I just scooped it right back in.

Oh, did I mention that we've only lived here for 2 weeks? And I've already caused this much destruction.

If any of you lovely people have hilarious/awesome/embarrassing roommate stories, feel free to share them in the comment section below!

THE END

Ps. If you're my roommate and you're reading this, I love you very much. Also, this post involves slight exaggeration. It's not as bad as you think....