Skeletons in the Closet

I'm pretty sure you'll have to fullview this one. Or download it or whatever you have to do. When I get less lazy the quality will be better!

So my science class literally has a skeleton in the closet (locker, rather). And that's what kinda sorta happened one day. I will start uploading more. I can't believe I haven't at all lately.

Screw You.

My head hurts. Poor quality is poor. This is the summary of a build-up that has occurred this week. I don't even know. That guy doesn't even exist. It's just my mood. He's a generic representation of everyone I have encountered this week. Except I haven't chewed any heads off. I don't know where I'm going with this.

Blocked

Heyo.

I'm sorry I haven't had anything to put up the past few days. I've not been able to make myself draw. Even doodles. It sucks. But I'll try. Because I know how heavily my life and yours ABSOLUTELY DEPEND ON THIS BLOG. ;)

Soon, hopefully.

Tired

I am wearrrryyy.

I feel much better than I did this morning though. Much, much better. Now I get to go work on an English bibliography page! It's like the fun never ends. ...Ever.

That Whale Book. You Know the One.

Heh. Actually that's not all true. I HAD been wanting to read it. The tipping point that made me finally decide to get it was the cover art. So...

Have you ever had one of those days where you feel like EVERYONE is encroaching on your personal space? And you feel like screaming? Even though they're not? Yeah. It's been one of those days.

Ta-Da!

True story.

I was sitting in class, minding my own business, when I felt someone tugging on my hair. The rest speaks for itself. Random moment of the week.

This was Latin class. The phrases being spoken are as follows, respectively by panel: "Live long and prosper"(he actually did teach us that today), "Let's get naked"(a class favorite), and ::edit: I think I mistranslated my own latin. It should be "Be quiet, Flaccus!"::

Greeeeeen!

So apparently mineral supplements turn your pee green.

I'm talking flourescent lime, here.

Think on that.

Dread Pirate Cyclops

My brother likes to get technical.

The Sub

So we had a sub in art class this week. From the first day, I hated him. He walked around the room trying to guess what everyone was drawing before they had two strokes down. 9/10 times he was wrong. It was nerve wracking. He tried to explain abstract pieces to us in his own words. He used to be an English teacher and doesn't know a bit about art. It didn't help that I was blocked. As the week progressed, though, I somehow hated him less and less. By the end of the week we ended up realizing we have lots in common. I was almost sad when my real teacher came back on Friday. And I felt bad for jumping to conclusions. But he really is a know-it-all. Heh.

Floating.

Exactly that. I'm going to be posting a (hopefully) daily journal comic, or just random sketches I do that day. I think it will be an outlet for me, especially when I'm blocked or frustrated and the like. So here's today's.

It's been kind of weird. Not a good or bad mood. Just a mood. My head feels fuzzy. But nothing's wrong. I've let go of stress somehow this week. I think applying to a college and getting that out of the way has helped. It's been pressing on my mind. Why don't we just go ahead and do things that make us feel better?