Apartment Sketches 2.0

Here's some more doodles of Dennis' lovely abode. It's still too spacious for his budget, I know, but I was very satisfied with the general layout. I particularly like the transition from the kitchen to the living area -- I felt it translated well from the three-dimensional image I had in my head. I don't know why I've never done these sorts of drawings before, to tell you the truth. Back in my Benjamin days, I had some two-story house designs that were rather bitchen.


PS: I wonder if I could do drawings of the old farmhouse and its interiors if I think real hard. Maybe I'll strain my brain and try to map out the rooms sometime.

Whatta Wacky Day

Today is Alanna Day. I know the crappy self portrait isn't quite appropriate, but excuse that since I actually drew it last night. What should be here is a purty drawing for my dearest Alannacakes, and there would be, but I had an unexpected outing today and I am sure exhausted. Clay invited Nick and I to stay afterschool with him for a tech meeting. The Wild Rose and I skipped out on that, though. We sat in the hall with some fellow rejects and talked smack while Mr. Barclay's space was invaded by sweaty theatre kids.

A few prank calls to the suicide hotline later, we were cruisin' in Sarasota. Nick's mum was sure nice for letting us all come along, especially considering we tend to be jackasses during rides. Boy, I sure had fun. I felt a little guilt for making Jim promises that I'd be free this afternoon, but everything turned out fine. Instead of getting Jimjam to sing Alanna a birthday song, I had Clay volunteer to call her up (which is all the more special, I think). Hippy Barfgay, Alannar!

I <3 You, Bitch

Dennis and Lisa are a pretty swell couple. I mean, they don't piss me off like most romantic pairings I'm exposed to regularly. Recently, Jim and Maryann are even having troubles in their relationship. Imagine that! There's a sure sign the world is crumbling.

Don't blame me for getting sick over romance and sex, mang. It's just that I have been seeing more long-term negative effects of injecting those things in one's relationships than positive. Sometimes I feel like distancing myself from my friends who are actively romantic and sexual; however, that would be an awfully unloving thing to do and so I'd never dare. I just get frustrated.

Here's a big thanks to all my pals who are single and big on aromantic love.

Dangit!

YOU ARE THE ONE WHO IS ROTARDED!


Dude, get this. Lately I've been being monitored so I don't show anybody my art. How messed up is that? Of course they're doing a very poor job tracking my 'orrible smut-peddling, but it's still a bother. I had a dean recently yell at me from afar when he saw me hand a drawing to Jim. What the hell is that?

Jesus 2.0.

Zac and I are going to hang out and listen to the Mars Volta's spankin' new album tonight. I assure you it will be awesome, as long as he can get his fuzzy ass over here on time.

PS: Lavas su puerco la cara = WASH YA DIRTY FACE!

In Th' Summertime

The follow-up to this drawing would be Dennis choking somebody for saying, "Oh yeah, it's that song with SHAGGY and RAYVON!". Only problem is, I didn't think to draw it 'cause I was feelin' fine and dandy this morning. I love my friends!

Joejack the Wetback

HOGH HOGH HOGH HOGH HOGH!


This has been such a good weekend. For once I can say that I'm relaxed, and it has nuthin' to do with Joejack the Wetback's favourite activity I'll tell you what. That's for next week!