So apparently Megan is an even crazier Mao fanatic than you guys. Of the supposedly fifty (relatively easy to remember) rules her high school used to do, she taught us these.
1) Every Queen you must say “God save the queen”
2) Every Queen stacked on another queen you say “YURI!”. Every Jack or King stacked on another one you say “YAOI!”
4) The first three face cards stacked on each other are “THREESOME!”
So basically three Queens together are “God save the queen yuri threesome.”
5) Everytime someone puts down a six it’s “Seat of the Devil” and the other players get a card.
6) Everytime the entire four set of sixes have been dealt it’s “The devil has risen” and everyone gets 6 cards added. Whattheshit.
7) Whenever there’s a four everyone has to get up and sing I’m a Little Teapot. Althoguh she mentioned this rule was banned at her school.
And while playing we watched Glee, I already caught up to all the current episodes the day before, but I still enjoy watching Wheels
It’s so over the top, and yet the same time you can’t help enjoying it. I even cried a bit.
And I personally think whoever changed this public computer’s wallpaper to a tiled picture of herself posing in her dorm room is a arrogant bitch. At least the beagle skipping-and-nose-diving-into-dandilions that Maily sent me makes me laugh everytime I get on it.
I’m tempted to change it to clowns.
NONE OF MY BLOG POSTS HAVE A DEEP MEANING EITHER DON’T WORRY TERESA~
CAUGHT IN A BAD ROMMANCCCEEE.
My brain is shot. Like. Whoa. RAMBLE AHEAD.
Anyway I was going to talk about other things and upload more photos, like the tea party in the elevator and the finished griffin and actual photos of Chenai/Milly/Amber and some other people at the photoshoot, but being dumb I gave the camera back to my dad and forgot about it until I came back to the dorm today. I wanted to take a picture of Milly’s hands for my figure drawing homework, she can do this cool trick where she puts her thumb over over index finger over her middle finger over her ring finger over her pinky finger so they’re all overlapping by wrapping themselves. Ah well.
Anyway I went home on Friday night and played Mabinogi (Oh god that Valencia Silver Plate called out to me to PROF IT I MUST PLAY MORE TO PROF THAT DAMN ARMOR) read manga. Then we threw a pre-Thanksgiving party on Saturday with my aunt/uncle/cousins, who brought the movie Inkheart.
…I actually enjoyed the movie, despite the fact we skipped the entire middle part because the disc was scratched so badly (they got it from Netflix). Maybe I’ll pick up the book, the concept itself of reading characters to life is fascinating.
Then I let them play on my tablet while supervising them.
After they started bickering that they were bored/”is it my turn yet”. I began fuming why the hell doesn’t Alice ever babysit them while they’re over.
Then I played Mabinogi and read more manga. And webcomics. Gosh I’m so easily entertained.
Then on Sunday, I PLAYED MABINOGI ALLLLLL DAAAYYYYY ANNDD NIIGHHTTT *NERRRDDSSS OUUTT*
This was going to be a long rant but here’s a shorter version. Baol Final for Generation Three. I died a lot since they have insane protection/hp/defense. I pretty much only finished since some giant implanted the idea in my head to DO IT NOW but it turns out he only did so because he wanted an AR 10 page. The entire time he kept pming me:
“Do you have the page yet?”
“No”
“Got any?”
“No they’re not dropping any”
“Any yet?”
“Dude they’re a RARE drop”
“Page???”
“I’M GETTING MY FACE SMASHED IN MULTIPLE TIMES NO”
“WELL YOU SHOULD BE GETTING THEM ALREADY”
I then proceeded to rant to his face (while laying dead on the ground) that he had no right bothering me if I had a page or not because he didn’t bring his friend or himself to help me and I had to basically bribe another guy to do it with me. God, that was almost as bad as the guy who friended me during a transaction, turned to me, and then said, “Well, you won’t charge a friend right?”
The pro I bribed (lol Zyrus) was in it for the G3 enchant I get at the end of the final, he one hit koed a single room with a single windmill, and blew up twenty monsters in one fireball. Why the hell does my (relatively high) windmill do 120 damage but his does 2,000? Oh, and he killed the dragon Cromm Cruiach in less than three minutes what the fffuuucckk. Damn Morgant is mysteriously hot with a broken helmet. His armor still looks like crap though. That’s why I’m never going to be a Dark Knight even though I got that quest at the end. I was reading about Lugh and I’m hoping Mabinogi Heroes will detail everything that happens since it’s a prequel~ Totally got giddy seeing Morrighan’s silhouette and windmill implemented in the opening trailer movie thingie.
And what the hell is with the Generation storylines, I swear the characters are really gullible, stupid, or both. MY NAME IS RUARI YOU KILLED MY BROTHER BECAUSE THAT SUSPICIOUS LOOKING GUY IN A ROBE SAID SO PREPARE TO DIE I WILL TURN TO THE DARK SIDE BECAUSE HUMANS SUCK AND MORRIGHAN IS A LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE . It kind of reads like bad fanfiction, but I still love playing it.
SCREW GENERATION EIGHT THOUGH. I’M NOT RAISING 15 AP FOR SOME USELESS SKILL.
How the hell can a giant ride a tiny unicorn I don’t get it.
end game rant. Well that’s why I din’t get any sleep today lololol.
btw I’m not sure if this will work but I wanted to add this in for a while. This webcomic kind of plays like a game: MSpaint Adventures. <–click.
It's about DO THE IMPOSSIBLE SEE THE INVISIBLE TOUCH THE UNTOUCHABLE BREAK THE UNBREAKABLE. With alter egos, clones that weave from past to present and multiply to infinity. An entwining complex storyline, monsters and robots and life and death and the complexities of the universe and awesome power up sequences.
It's just like Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles except it makes more sense. AND IF YOU’RE CONFUSED THEY HAVE A RECAP. And another one.
My mom is pissed that I spent a month working on the “chicken” and it amounted to this.
To be fair, Youtube cut another 2-5 frames again at the end. I probably could have done a better job with the capture animation, but it was just a motion test.
I had to explain to my dad why the walking sequence is hard. The tail/hind legs are made of fur and cotton, while the head and front legs are made of the cotton held with fur inside out, loaded with feathers. The beak and claws are polyester bake clay, but it looked like it was wearing rubber gloves, so I did a paint wash on neon yellow felt to make it a more orangey shade and hot glued it around the clay. The wing weight is also all in the front, too. The only tie downs are on its hind legs, so although it can support all the weight in the back, it just collapses or tilted drunkenly to the side every time I tried lifting the front legs in a walking motion.
SO MAKING A COMPLETE WALK CYCLE WAS A FAILURE D:
His name shall be ChickenGriffen. Griff’n. Popcorn Chicken: “It tastes like popcorn but it’s really chicken.”
Just two weeks ago I was with two of my classmates during lunch break, we were walking to the Subway in Caltrain. While we were there they both burst into hysterical laughter and were still laughing back in the classroom. Even though they tried explaining to me what was so funny about the sign about Chicken Ranch, I didn’t get it until the next week I saw it myself. I just laughed right now, there’s something hysterical about the way it was displayed and the way it was written.
God I’m just being random right now, the meteor shower should be going on now lemme check.
A few minutes ago, I had a dream, but it’s slowly slipping away as I type.
And I can probably point out all the reasons they’re there. The combination of reading and watching MSpaintAdventures (1,700 pages yay), Where the Wild Things Are, All Dogs go to Heaven, Anastasia, The Secret of Nimh, Salad Fingers, and other weird activities all in span of 72 hours can make you UNINTELLIGIBLE.
Not to mention waking up at 6 am and walking around the Tenderloin in the morning is nervously refreshing.
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I remember falling asleep thinking, “Godammit why are my knees itchy.”
In my dream one of the RAs (I know it was either Pri, Marta, or Carolina) started rummaging through my things saying something about…weed complaint in one of the rooms? And then in horror started to tell me I had to change my mattress because there were FLEAS in them. Fllleeeasss. Outside some of the other dorm mates were watching what was going on. Megan offered to let me sleep on her floor with her blanket and pillow. Some creepy female-version-of-the-”I like touching rusty spoons they are orgasmic” girl that doesn’t exist in real life asked me if I wanted to share a bed with her while they exhumed my bed, then exclaimed, “Oh, but I have vaginal yeast infection…” which…made no sense whatsoever. I was going to ask her if she used Eve feminine body wash because I keep seeing people who have it in their rooms and it’s toted as an antibacterial wash but I figured with the awkward disturbed silence after that yeast infection comment that it would have also been inappropriate.
Uhh, something…happened in this part of the dream. It involved doing good deeds and whatnot because I THINK I was Anastasia and I was on some sort of quest. I was friends with a flower, and that sad looking goat monster from Where the Wild Things Are. And probably some other imaginary creatures and that flower was probably in MSPaint Adventures, but it had the bee’s face on the flower wtf.
And that was really creepy because that bee was a parody of the paperclip from Microsoft word. My god the paperclip assistant scares me.
Anyway every time we did a good deed we would magically level up and gain luck. And those quest owls from Mabinogi would drop us spare change. Yeah. And we had to do some quests that made no sense because something about time travel and everything will make sense in the end. But I don’t remember that very well. I do recall someone muttering, “Why the hell do we have to pay your medical bills.” Because I somehow injured myself and they all had to chip in. Then we were broke as hell.
In the end it was to stop my fictional mom/grandmom? (Actually she looks exactly like the younger version of the movie..version.) who ruled a town in a swamp/marsh/river place with a rundown mill. And there’s a bunch of homeless people because she’s corrupted. Wow so original. I confront her directly about her poor ruling habits, and the palace looks a lot like Rundal dungeon. I get kicked out so I hop across one of the marshy plains and give about three homeless people twenty to fifty cents before I realize I’m already out of change so I walk back to the marshes. The rest of the homeless people are disgruntled.
I turn the bend and see the first homeless guy asking Saurav, Martin, and Chris for some change. There was an indistinguishable line of people behind them for…some reason.
Saurav: Go fuck your mom!
Martin: BRAINS.
Chris: *Some other obscenity*
Homeless: *Sarcastically* Haha, really funny, at least the squinty looking kid kept it clean!
….I must admit I don’t know you guys (Or them, I already broke the fourth wall too many times anyway) very well, but that was the most out of character thing ever.
At this point a bright light and the sound of the door opening interrupted my dream.
Me: Amber?
Her: Yeah?
Me: Hey what time is it.
Her: Oh it’s 1:30
Me: Dammit wait don’t turn on the lights or anything okay?
Her: Uhh sure.
I think at this point I somehow became..conscious of controlling the dream, yet not quite. I somehow managed to wade into the swamp/river and tear off the 20 foot water mill with my bare hands. Instead of questioning the logic of this, the little voice screamed “ANASTASIA DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO SWIM.” Which I replied, “SHE WAS GOING TO THE FISHING VILLAGE IN THE BEGINNING OF THE MOVIE SHE PROBABLY DOES.”
I tuck myself into the mill as it started rolling Pirates of the Carribean style into a giant dirty lake. The voiceover of Nicodemus (who I forgot to mention was narrating my dream with his sagely voice around the time we started doing quests) started saying how the lake was once the fresh water reservoir but the Queen had polluted it with her evil ways of something something. As I jumped in the lake it became refreshingly clear and clean. Like that time in Ponyo where it should be a muddy mess but it’s SO BEAUTIFUL. And then I grabbed a sword off the stone wall located under the lake and started killing all the fishes in it BECAUSE THEY WERE HER SPIES. Then she started shooting arrows (Or her army started shooting, I don’t even know) into the water, and I cut a few of them down since they were easy targets, but then my unknown posse joins in the underwater fight. We manage to drain the lake someplace else, purifying it and pull in the Queen into the lake bed. Dimitri and Anastasia, I was now viewing this as a third person, run towards her with swords extended and do some sort of double cross attack combo, thus killing the Queen. Anastasia begins to tear up Disney style, dropping her sword and revealing she stopped short of killing her mother but Dimitri didn’t. I remember thinking at this point, “The animation is important watch carefully.”
Then I woke up.
Actually this dream isn’t as cool and concise as the other dreams I had. Why did I even write this.
I WILL TALK ABOUT MY DAY(S) TOMORROW. I think.
Amber, Milly, Chenai, Anna, Sarah, and some other girl I don’t remember her name huddled around Amber’s laptop and we watched and laughed at awful videos of girls clapping their buttcheeks and guys in bird-dinosaur suits banging a blond girl.
Then we tried watching the first episode of Freaks and Geeks on youtube, except they disabled the audio on the last part. Pooey.
Then we watched five episodes of Glee on Hulu. It’s a fun show 8D.
By this time it was 3 am and I took a shower and went to bed as Amber tried cramming her perspective homework bemoaning why did she procrastinate. WE’RE SUCH GOOD INFLUENCES ON EACH OTHER . I think I fell asleep at 4.
Then somehow the fire alarm went off at 7:24 as a bunch of disgruntled dorm mates walked down the stairs.
Me: *too groggy to be pissed* Well, at least this is the first time it happened.
Megan: It’s the third damn time.
Marilyn: no it’s the FOURTH time.
(apparently all the other times it happened I had classes)
I come back and try to sleep again. Then I had a relatively bad dream about Howard Brodie being attacked by Freddy Krueger, except his hands weren’t knives, they were multiple GIANT ASS battle axes attached to his elbows, and like in the movie, he could travel everywhere except the glass elevator…that was riding on a glass escalator. And every time he got a dorm mate they would turn into ghouls. I willed myself awake and checked the time. 9:13. Probably shouldn’t have watched Nightmare on Elm Street and borrow all of Megan’s Hellsing.
I woke up again at 11 am because I turned on my alarm at that time. I stayed in bed until 12 and finally got up. Yayyyayayay
WELCOME MY DORM ROOM.
Those three doors are the walk in closet, the side door where YOU CAN HEAR EVERYTTHINNNGG. And the entrance/exit to the hallway.
Lemme try photobucket to see if they’re any bigger… By the way, the neighboring building is like
BEST VIEW EVER.
I’m serious.
We usually don’t update our little board thing at all. But that vaseline incident was kind of awkward.
Me: Hey Milly do you know where my tube of vaseline is? I don’t take it off the shelf and it’s not on the ground anywhere.
Her: Oh yeah it’s on my bed.
Me: …uhh okay, why?
Her: I was feeling a bit dry.
Me: o_O…you didn’t do anything weird to it did you.
Her: Huh what? No no, I mean my lips were dry..you know…What, did you think I peed in it or something? *laughs*
TIME TO SHOW OFF.
Almost every joint in its body is movable. Including the beak and wings.
My teacher asked me, “Is it going to stand up?” since I only bolted the bottom feet and I made my pig stand up last time. Well, it can. Sort of.
The outside parts and back/hind legs were made entirely out of a stuffed monkey and a one dollar sewing kit. Those feet right there are the remains of his ears >:D
I’m pretty happy with the way it’s going about, I get a lot of wows and ahs and damn that must have taken a long time (More than 20 hours already). Then my sister complained, “Well, the wings don’t look right! Why didn’t you ask for more wing feathers and less down feathers from WaiPo?”
…Which is true, I originally wanted them to open and close all the way. BUT I SPENT MY BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS on this. WHY’D YOU DISS IT WHY :’( MEANIE.
My tears were actually tears of “OW THAT HURTS. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.”
My mom called it a chicken.
I made a checklist of all the things I’ll draw and write. Because I forgot halfway though last time.
And this will take me two days, because my disgruntled dad finally let me bring his camera to the dorm, so by the time I finish putting up the other part it’ll be Monday.
Yesterday I went home to wash my clothes and to trick or treat with Maily 8D! Oh boy, I haven’t seen her in a while. I went with the 10 minutes of rummaging through my drawers to pull out a half assed ninja costume that looks passable. Black long sleeve shirt and pants and a t shirt over my head.
For some reason that confused all of us, including Maily and her sister, her mom insisted on driving behind us as we went trick or treating and carpooling us to certain streets. I supposed she wanted to make sure her daughters’ friends are safe, except the van is a five seater. Maily, Myly (her sister), their mom, Tweety, Alice, Myly’s friend, and me all squeezed into it. Some wangsters laughed at us when we got out in front of a house, hollering “What the fuck man?! That car seats 12 people or something?! AAHAHAHAH!”
And because of that, by 9 pm we were cruising through her neighborhood looking for houses with their lights on so we could trick or treat.
And when we dejectedly walked back to the car. They turned the lights back on again.
Our dorm also decorated for Halloween, Our floor just had cobwebs around because we’re too lazy to do anything special. Marta, our RA, stuck cockroaches and spiders in the webs in the bathroom.
I also think putting them in the shower stalls were a bad idea, since the humidity or something weighed them all down.
COMING UP: I’ll bring my camera to my dorm and upload more comics I’ve saved in advance. JUST AS PLANNED.
And perhaps take pictures of my roommates and stuff. And my work. That I spent my past weekend(s) on and I need a life.
I can’t believe I checked out a computer and a tablet (Ooh Wacom Intuos 4) just to draw comics in the computer lab.
I mean, I could draw in my journal but it’s kind of lonely knowing I can’t flash it to other people who are interested enough to flip though it. I even miss my sister’s constant “WHERE IS YOUR JOURNAL DID YOU DRAW MORE COMICS” inquiries.
…
Now I feel awkward sitting in an ANIMATION lab doing this. Truth to be told I also need to make a After Effects clip but I probably won’t be doing it.
…Oh wait I just did it.
You know this Intuos 4 is really nice. The lab sizes are big enough to draw on comfortably, yet small and compact enough to stick in your bag and walk off with it :0. It’s also a classic black and a display screen on the side pops up once you plug it in. Nicceee.
Oogling aside, I mentioned a lot of events with cockroaches, we probably have an infestation going on. So..
After we had a good laugh over it, I stuck it in the bathroom since there’s more traffic and it’s more likely to be seen.
Several cries and exclamations were later heard that evening. Although most people did the same thing As Chenai and stood a few feet outside scrutinizing it to see if it really was real, because our bathroom is cleaned everyday. I guess it wasn’t believable enough, but most people I heard took it goodhumoredly.
Anddd right after I drew this, I forgot all my other ideas for comics. I wonder if I should make a check list or something. And the pen nib for this tablet is broken. Blergh.
I noticed this for a while, but I get really nervous/pensive when I talk to someone I consider an authority figure. My RAs living in Howard Brodie are only a year older than us, but when I talk to them it’s polite, nervously awkward conversation. Most of the other people living in the dorm are also older, but I get along with them just like…normal people even though the RAs are normal people, too. And I noticed a lot of college teachers prefer to be called by their first name, but it feels so weird for me to call them like that D:
That butthurt post below is kind of embarrassing now. Ah well.
Speaking of butts, my sister sent me this really weird Japanese video that had had naked men running and fighting with lightsaber/rose penises and humping SWAT team members to bliss. But here’s a more child friendly video.
I don’t have a tablet with me. So here are some exchanges that took place these past few days.
My desk is right next to the door that connects to the other dorm room. Angela’s bed is right behind it, so we can only open it a crack. I think I mentioned that they’re (Angela and Rebecca) really loud all the time. I since gotten used to it, but It’s more annoying for me when she sleeps because she is literally a human Snorlax.
4:00 PM
Angela: SSSSKKKKFFFFFFFQQQQQJJJJJJKKKKKKKKKKKKKKSSSZZZXXXJJJKKKSSDFFQQQCCCCZZZKKKJJKK
Me: o_o;
8:30 PM
Angela: SSSSSSSSSSKKKKKKKKQQQQQQQQLLLLLLLJJJJJKKKGGGGKKK*Snortgrunt*mmmMmmehhmmummZZZSSSJJKKKK
Me: ಠ_ಠ;
There’s nothing I can do about her snoring except TOLERATE IT D:
And she sleeps through her really really loud alarm clock, too. It once woke up all my roommates and it went off for over an hour. Stopped, and went on for another hour. It was a Saturday afternoon though.
Okay enough whining.
3:xx AM
Marilyn: *Bangs on the side door*
Me: *Stops homework and opens it*
Marilyn: I’m ssoooo wasttedd 8D
Me: I see, don’t barf
Marilyn: Lol who cares it’s Angela’s room!
9:xx PM
Amber: So this movie (Teeth) has a lot of subtle phallic imagery.
*Movie opens with two nuclear smoking chimney stacks in the background*
Someone: I see giant penises already! That’s not subtle at all!
11:xx AM
Lindsey, Megan, Jenny, and Me: *imitating the Monty Python horse riding thing by skipping and clapping through the street*
clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap
Then they introduced me to the first episode of Torchwood.
(JACK IS STANDING SOLEMNLY ON TOP OF A BUILDING AS DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS. FOR AT LEAST A MINUTE)
While he’s doing this
Lindsey: *low voiceover* I am Jackass Man who likes to stand on top of buildings. My name is Jack. Ass.
And then I watched one random episode of Doctor Who. I had a vague notion of what it was before, but even after 40 years it’s still retains it’s campy-ness. Wow.
2:xx AM
Me: Oh hey a cockroach in the common room!
Everyone in kitchen: omgletseeit.
Cockroach: HI EVERYONE!
Everyone: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKILLITKILLIT!
Story from a neighboring girl whose name I forgot
Girl: I’m going to sleep.
Cockroach on bed: Hey sexy ;D
Girl: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
10:xx PM
Lindsey: I’m tried *throws jacket down*
Cockroach: *crawls out from it* PEEKABOO.
Lindsey and Megan and Jenny: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I failed at catching it, sorry.
…But why does everyone SCREAM when they see one, and ONLY one? I’ll start screaming if there were multiple ones running everywhere, but when people scream over something like this, it unnerves me and makes me start to fear it, too. Like snakes.
A few years ago in our front yard.
Me: *squats down 2 feet next to a snake and watches in fascination for a few minutes*
My dad and mom come back from their walk
Me: Hey look Baba there’s a snake here! *points to it*
Mom: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Around this time I learned my mom was extremely afraid of snakes since one chased her in her childhood or something. My mom is pretty hardened over lots of stuff, but she absolutely fears snakes.
Dad; GET THE SHOVEL AND A FLASHLIGHT.
My dad stabbed the side of its body on the first shot, and he tried futilely to kill it after it slid into the brushes while I held the flashlight out for him to see. But it disappeared.
I’ve always been paranoid that that snake would attack me in revenge every time I take out the trashcan.
Later on, a smaller snake met his unfortunate doom with my dad and a spade.
Dad: *cuts it in half as it squirms*
Me: D:
Dad: Hey! This is a great stress reliever! *starts cutting it in quarters and eighths gleefully*
Me: D8
I went off topic and forgot what I was going to write about again.
To the point I don’t think I should type this in this state but fuck it.
I may not be the kindest person, nor do I know the right things to say in certain situations. I can’t comfort people in real life, I always stand around stiffly and look away because I don’t know what to do. So I feel better online where I can help newbies finish quests and bosses, giving out free stuff or dispensing advice because it makes me feel empowered. Isn’t that pathetic? I just try to feel better about myself like this, and that’s one of the main reasons I keep playing MMORPGs.
So I wanted to listen to you, I wanted to help somehow if you were feeling down or you really needed someone to talk to. I can’t bring myself to say “It’s all right it’s all right!” when I’m even sure it’s all right in your life because I am not you. So I inject questions about what’s going on, how are you feeling.
I try to comfort and comfort and say realistically positive things, the best I can, really. I suck at it. But I get frustrated when you shoot down everything I say with something self defeating or pessimistic. Our conversation starts to sound like a passive aggressive argument. I start to tell, (irritated, to be honest) you to do it yourself, because if you’re depressed only you can drag yourself out of it, but it sounds like you don’t want to do it. At this point I know I sounded like I was lecturing and assuming, that must have been annoying to you, too.
I don’t care right now if this is selfish or if this is too personal, I wish I didn’t come home this weekend. My dad is a walking timebomb all the time, my sister would rather take happy pills than her vitamins and fish oil, and my mom brings back fliers from the hospital for depression, for herself. I don’t know how to help, so I try not to aggravate any of them now.
I thought that conversation we were having was going okay, I was racking my brain figuring out what to say next, which was why I took so long to reply. But those lines, probably less than ten words total, hurt. It made me feel like my efforts were useless, that I’m not helpful at all. That I’m worthless compared to that person. Friendships are not equal, but even parents shouldn’t go up to their children and say “Mary is my favorite daughter!”. This weird sensation of anger, jealousy, self loathing, and other things just exploded after that.
…
Maybe I’m reading too much into it, maybe I’m taking it too personally. The typed text in a computer is a hard thing to judge. If that’s the case, this whole journal is a huge embarrassing rant for nothing.
I was planning on updating ten comics, which is really ridiculous, considering I always get tired after the third one, but here goes.
Howard Brodie is an all girls dorm because we have to share the showers and bathrooms and stuff. It’s pretty nice how they clean it every morning, so I stopped walking into the shower with my flip flops. This has been going on since we all moved in, but in our floor we have four averaged sized sinks making a little L, spaced averagely, and the water pressure is average, no huge gushes or water or pathetic trickles. But ALWAYS, by the end of the day, THIS HAPPENS.
A Birds eye view.
I really have NO clue how someone can make such a large mess. Do they wash their hair in the sink? Do they somehow have huge ass hands that make water spill everywhere?
The problem is I don’t remember her face anymore, nor do I recognize her as someone on our floor since people wash at different times 24/7 and it was morning. I have trouble recognizing things in the morning. Not only did she not even look like Carmen, there wasn’t any frosting on her muffin in the first place. Orz.
Anyway, classes. I probably should have drawn this a long time ago.
I remember ranting how I hated his voice and his teaching style in the first two weeks, but when you have a five hour class, you get used to it. It’s hard to take him seriously, but he’s a good teacher. I must admit I didn’t expect perspective to be…hard. As in I’m-so-screwed-I’m-already-getting-a-Cplus-hard. Like, I dismissed it as “Draw lines to the vanishing point whoop! You’re done”. But like Analysis of Form, every class kicks your ego and humbles you. There’s isometric and atmospheric perspectives, and we’re now doing one point perspective, but there’s so many factors in one point, like how to draw hills, stairs, and shadows in perspective, how to line people up so they’re in proportion, how one point perspective must use ninety degree angles for corners no matter how extreme the one point is. Etc etc. I learned a lot of stuff that should have been obvious, like how tree bark should get closer together at the edges to show the tree is a round three dimensional shape, and how it’s the light source that fades into darkness when it goes farther, which gives such a high contrast. Along with his packets of references and lectures, he also mentioned some good old advice: Don’t be an asshole know it all when you’re the student who came here to learn and time and effort put into your work is the real determining factor of how good your art is. And that, is the reason I’m suffering in his class. My classmates put ten-thirty hours into their work, and I spent a rushed four hours. And it shows. God I hate inking.
I remember listening to a friend angrily defuse as she recounted how her cousin called her to complain about her own college life, ending it with “Man, you’re so lucky to be in an art school! It must be really fun and easy over there, huh?” Right after she finished clocking twenty hours in the lab editing film. It may be simple, and most times you’ll understand what the hell you’re doing, but it’s really. Really. Time. Consuming.
Laying out all my problems and faults: The pig and his replacement parts took me five hours because I was really heavy handed and had trouble figuring out how to joint him. The chicken I kind of half assed for an hour and a half. The cat took me another five hours, I kept cutting out his legs in the wrong direction and ruined the slider joint on his back, which is why he’s so inflexible. I ran to the animation lab to record the day before it was due, and realized my background wasn’t wide enough to cover the entire camera yet zooming in would cut off the pig and cat. I quickly made those sliding doors as a way to hide that fact.
Place the pig into position. Click. Move the legs a bit, move the tail a bit, move the ear a bit, move the head so it’s like it’s nodding. Click. Repeat for four hours. I was really rushing it, Right after I finished I kept thinking things like “Dammit, I should have made those doors curtains like a stage.” and “I should have done it two frames a take, it’s too choppy and fast.” and also “I should have outlined the pig’s nose in a dark pink instead of black”. In fact, I was muttering “fuckerfuckerfuckerfucker” like a mantra to my pig puppet as I was building him because I was so incredibly frustrated about how much time I spent on him, yet he looked so plain and simple. All those hours amounted to only eight seconds on Youtube. Yet at the same time, I don’t hate this process. Even though if I don’t go into animation and this class only counts as an elective, I say it was worth the fun.
I DON’T REMEMBER WHAT OTHER THINGS I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT SINCE I WENT OFF TALKING ABOUT MY PROBLEMS AGAIN. Oh yes this. I dropped into my old counselor’s office to discuss my college transcript and spring semester classes and heard her talking cheerily on the phone. While grimacing. Slouched all over her desk. It was hilarious. It must take skill to be able to make faces while maintaining your voice the same pitch.
. I think I fell asleep at 4.
Not only did she not even look like Carmen, there wasn’t any frosting on her muffin in the first place. Orz.
I dropped into my old counselor’s office to discuss my college transcript and spring semester classes and heard her talking cheerily on the phone. While grimacing. Slouched all over her desk. It was hilarious. It must take skill to be able to make faces while maintaining your voice the same pitch.