Words hurt.

True story.

Oh mans!

Basically, I'm screwed.

I wish I could draw indie-style.
Also, this is a more accurate representation of how I look.

KILL IT KILL IT

[For yesterday.  By the time I thought about doing this, it was already 5 am so I didn't think it'd count anyway.]

My hair is now longer than it has been in maybe a decade.  Normally it's up in a ponytail or messy bun, but lately I've been trying to wear it down more often.  Thing is, I'm not used to (1) my hair being so long or (2) it being let down.  If I'm wearing short sleeves and my hair brushes against my arm, it feels like an insect is crawling on me.  My first reaction is an overdramatic attempt to fling whatever it is as far away from myself as possible.  A few moments later, I realize I've just made a fool of myself; this is especially true if I've smacked myself one good.

Also, I really like the Scott Pilgrim art style.

Stop moving, Carl!

[I'm going to take care to not alert my professors to this blog.]

My history class is tortuously boring for me.  There's no student involvement in any of the lectures; the professor just sits there and TALKS the entire time.  And it doesn't even feel particularly structured.  It's as though history is his hobby and he's just telling us "Hey guys isn't this cool?  Oh, and tangent, chuckle, emphasis, by-the-way..."

As such, I had to devise a method for staying awake in said class.

It's not good, but it's certainly better than how it looks here.

My scanner hates pencil.

It's not as though you can identify this person by the back of his head, but it's a friend of mine, so I'm not a creeper.  Just throwing that out there.

Um, hello.

Hello.

I'm an undergraduate who has the goal of covering her entire bulletin board with illustrations by the time the academic year ends.  It's been a month since this year started, and I hadn't made any progress.  A friend suggested I take time every day to draw something, and I figure I'd feel more motivated if someone somewhere would hold me accountable for it.  Hence, this blog.

As a warning, I'm not dedicated enough to carefully think out and revise what I write.

Also, I'm anticipating that these will largely be black and white, and mostly crappy doodles.  (Homework sucks.)

Alright, first post: Me.

I look EXACTLY like this.

All you need to know about me to appreciate this doodle:

• I have dark brown hair.
• I have bangs.
• I wear glasses.
• My favorite color is green.
• I drew on my (white) shoes with pink ink.
• I complain a lot.