I fucking love this show.

Ah, work.

A place to do nothing and get paid for it.

Sounds like fun, but it's more frustrating than anything.



Did this on my lunch break. It's actually in color, crayon color to be exact, but the scanner here at work is only shit b/w. Eh, what are you gonna do?

NOTHING that's what.

I thought of a painting for the giant canvas Celeste gave me yesterday. Fucking epic battle scene.

It will be sweet.

Now I just have to find a load of people that I can caricature into Romans and...whoever they're gonna battle.

Any ideas? Germanic doods? "Barbarians"?

BATTLETOADS?

Itunes. Put shit on Shuffle. Fill in the blanks.

WORD. :B

Will it be ok?
Butcher Blues (oh damn I hope so)

How are you feeling today?
I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor

How do your friends see you?
No Thing On Me

Will you get married?
All I Want Is You (aww ;_;)

What is your best friend's theme song?
The Spiderbite Song

What is the story of your life?
I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow (...LOL)

What was high school like?
Knock Yourself Out

How can you get ahead in life?
Tick of Time

What is the best thing about your friends?
Katchaturian Waltz (They're apparently Russian)

What is today going to be like?
Hoist That Rag

What is in store for this weekend?
I Fought Piranhas (WOO)

What song describes you?
Banquet (D:)

To describe your grandparents?
Finale (...but they're alive)

How is your life going?
Truckers Atlas (HOT!)

What song will they play at your funeral?
Assessment (...nice.)

How does the world see you?
The Miniature Philosopher (I'm so cute.)

Will you have a happy life?
Ponzi's Revenge

What do your friends really think of you?
Go To The Mirror, Boy!

Do people secretly lust after you?
Such A Fool (...damn.)

How can I make myself happy?
If Not For You (That's actually insightful o_o)

What should you do with your life?
You Like Me Too Much

Will you ever have children?
Survivor (LOL.)

This year is going to fucking suck.

My wallpaper at work:



Yup. I went there.

EDIT: Also, I figured out that Excel will only let you have 65,536 levels of cells vertically and the horizontal ones only go to "IV" (...not meaning four, but if you went A, B, C and then to double letters like AA, AB, AC...)

I'm scared I don't love my father.

My God, I'm bored.

Watermelon looks fucking nasty in fluorescent light.

EDIT: Also, my Tom Waits impression:

Yeah. iluDrWho<3

Work is a little sparse at the moment, but good otherwise. It's an office job, clerical work and shit like that. Kind of fun in a monotonous sort of way. Better than waiting around for a customer, though. The office thing they have me in isn't a cubicle yet, it's like a for rer office, but I only have it until the end of the week when the other intern goes away. She's kind of a bitch. Wears jeans and a hoodie in a business casual environment. I mean, my mom told me that since I'm just an intern, I can wear like, a reasonable shirt and khakis and (jeans on Friday), but this is Tuesday and she's in straight up casual. Makes me upset that she gets away with it while I'm uncomfortable in this top. Oh well, at least I look better :B

However, I am quite cold. o_o

Maybe Mom has a jacket or sweater or something.

I'm using Safari right now. This is weird.

My fucking Kitchen Disasters keeps fucking up on TiVo. I wanna watch Gordon Ramsay, dammit, and my TiVo is not having it. NOTHAVINGIT,ISAY. ;____;

Apparently isay is a word, but only in all caps. And TiVo isn't a word yet.

WHY DOES THE FUCKING TIVO NEVER RECORD THE RIGHT CHANNEL.

I'm really really upset.

Again.

For no good fucking reason.

Again.

I was hanging out with Celeste and Jon earlier and not doing anything in particular, watching a movie, and I suddenly felt really out of place. We were at Jon's and I really don't know how he feels about me. I feel like I'm invading his space, no matter where we are. It's no real fault of his, I just feel really self-conscious around them. I don't have fun with Celeste anymore because I'm afraid I'm being annoying. Maybe I just can't stand couples like that. They seem to have to touch all the time. I can't figure out why I can have fun with Alex and Vic but not with Celeste and Jon.

Basically, the whole thing makes me feel fat.

Yeah, back to my stupid overweight phobia. My Bad. Discontinue reading if you're tired of hearing it, I know I am. When I feel self conscious like that, I feel like my double chin gets larger. Then on the way home I seriously considered getting in a horrendous car accident. At least then I'd be concentrating on how much pain I'm in than how much my life sucks when I really have nothing to be upset about. I have a nice home, parents that love me, I'm going to a great school, and yet I still feel really unfulfilled. I'm thankful for all that, but I still just hate on myself all the time.

How much of an asshole am I? Have all these great things going for me and still have shit to complain about.

My skull hurts.

I wish I had more friends I could talk to.

How much does it suck to be only attracted certain races?

A lot, that's how much.

Sometimes, you just gotta youtube cats.

EDIT: So instead of posting a new entry, I decided just to edit this one. I'm sure you kids are tired of hearing me talk. (...type?)

So I made some food. I believe I might just be awesome. I never really follow recipes, I don't like to do it. It makes me frustrated to have to read and cook at the same time. Today, I decided to throw together some pasta, browned chicken, and cans of mushrooms.

You'd think it would taste sort of bland, but with the help of tips from my Roman friends (...dead ones. Instead of adding preservatives or salts, they added spices) I threw in a ton of Basil, Oregano, and various other spices from the cabinet in and turned three boring bits into delicious oven-less casserole. :B

The end!

I just learned John McCain was ranked 894 out of 899 in his graduating class at the Naval Academy.

Ahhah,

Oh my.

._.

ALSO

I START WORK ON MONDAY :D

...

I'm not even going to say it.

All I know is I need to slow down on the BBC watching.

"YOU DRANK A CHARM TO KILL GOODY PROCTOR."

...

Well,

Wouldn't you?



Dunno about you, but I'd do just about anything if I could have the heart (...and body) of Daniel Day-Lewis.

Even take some dirty LSD, dance around, and have him rape me in the night.

<3

(YOU ARE JEALOUS OF MY PHOTOSHOP SKILLS.)

Ohgod.

I feel so creepy.

I'm watching BBC America and a Dyson commercial came on.

And I decided,

I'd tap the Dyson guy.



YEAH, I SAID IT. Deal WITH it.


edit: I just pictured him in a Roman legionnaire uniform.

I'm so bad. ;_;

Okay,

So I voted for him in the primary, and he's a great guy and I think he can take us in the right direction,

But anyone else have a sinking feeling Barack Obama is the antichrist?

He would end his term in 2012. o_o










Just a little?



Also, I have a full time job prospect. It's actually a paid internship. Not exactly in my field, but 10 bucks an hour sounds pretty damn good.

Sorry if you've got illustrators and lowbrow friended as well, third time you've seen this stuff.

:)

I don't usually watermark my work, but I got nervous, so here they are with watermarks.

These six images are what I created for my Drawing on a Theme class, my theme was caricatures of terrible world leaders.

"But Brutus, I Thought We Were Bros!"




( Other 5 Under Cut )

Good news for those who enjoy them, the originals are all for sale!

http://stablercake.etsy.com

So,

Life fucking sucks, but it doesn't suck enough for me to complain. It's really stupid.

I don't have a job, per se. Matt says I can work in the cleaners a few hours, and hopefully Michael's dad can give me a job as well. I'm thinking of getting serious about selling artwork. Dunno how to get that rolling, but I'm going to ask Drummond tomorrow for a few leads.

If that doesn't go through, I might make a load of cards and ask businesses if they will display my card. Mostly places in Broad Ripple and stuff.

If I sell most of my theme paintings, I'll have enough money to be okay with just one part time job.

I'm really nervous about getting a job. I'm afraid I won't be able to get one, or at least one that is NOT waiting tables. I hate working with food, but I might have to. I'm kind of pissed.

I just don't want my mom to get mad at me for being a lazyass about my artwork. I'm not, I just don't know where to start. She wants me to paint pants. I do NOT want to do it. I really don't have a reason that I don't want to, but I feel like it's such a shitty way to spread art. I'd rather paint portraits on canvas for people on commission than paint on their fucking pants.

I guess shoes would be okay. That, for some reason, seems more legitimate.

My eyelids hurt.