Hey there dudes and dudettes!

Okay so I neglected my blog for a day. I'm sorry please forgive me WHY AREN'T YOU FORGIVING ME. Anyway! My totally sweet, freakin' sweet boyfriend bought me a PSP off eBay last night. Totally sick, right? Also, I've really gotten into audiobooks. I downloaded Twilight a few days ago (don't you judge me). I've been listening to it obsessively, especially while working on my sculpture. Ooh, I finished that, by the way! I need to take pictures. It's so awesome. Speaking of which, I need to take it to class with me today. It weighs four pounds. I might as well be taking a small baby to school UGH.

Anywho. No time for artwork at the moment. Maybe later. c;

Yum!

Mmmmm Irish creme coffee...

I hate early classes but at least sculpture doesn't put me to sleep like most other 8 am classes. And hey, I'm ahead of all the other students, so that's a plus... Then again, she could be upset because I went too far ahead. It's almost impossible to tell where Brew's mood will take her. And I have heard so many different things about this teacher. Some say she's a horrible bitch with impossibly high standards and others say that she's the best teacher they've ever had. I guess the two aren't mutually exclusive; she can be both at the same time, I suppose.

Hm.

Okay less pondering, more crap art! 8D
Why won't it let me post more than like 5? :c

No, I don't know why her hand is up like that. >___>

Now I'm in Psychology class!

Oh my god, this guy.... is literally the gayest man I have ever met/seen/heard/BEEN AROUND. I can't take it! He also has bullcrap doctor handwriting that I can't read.

So tell me sir, how am I, your student, supposed to take down notes for things if I can't a.) understand you through your lisp and b.) read your handwriting so I can take good, thorough notes? Plus he's black, and dammit, he has like a southern black accent that I just barely understand.

This reaaaaaaaally sucks.
Come on, AI, you can do better than this! This guy has spent most of his time talking about his clients, because he's an actual psychologist and BLAH BLAH BLAH

And then he made us do a really stupid group activity (which I despise anyway; group activities suck by default) where we had to come up with a fake business and create and informed consent contract. Stupid.

Have more crappy artwork.











See? Crappy. I told you.

Hey another post!

I'm kinda bored, so I'm gonna update some stuff. Hopefully I'll be able to post some photos of my sculpture I'm working on. I wish I had a better camera. All I've got is my crappy webcam. And eventually, I'll get around to posting things about my life.

This critical thinking class is like a big mindfuck. It gives me awesome phrases like 'The color blue weighs more than four pounds.' Also you may not know it but ALMOST EVERYTHING IS AN ARGUMENT. O_____O

Here have some more artwork.

This is the very first picture of Finnegan. God she was so skinny back then, wasn't she?

I was a weird child.

I regret nothing

Chaps! 8D

Good morning, World!

I'm just chilling before class. Still trying to figure out this damn blogging thing. Also my touch pad won't turn off so now I'm like accidentally brushing up against it when I type and erasing giant blocks of text. AUGH. Anyway. Imma start posting some artwork, starting with really really old crap. And by old, I mean bad. c:

Some really old lineart of a kitty girl I called Claire.

Then I colored her (badly) in Photoshop. One of the first times I ever attempted such a thing

This was done for a friend of mine. He wanted to be turned into a robot. So I obliged.

Very early picture of Finn, my fursona and main character. I have others, too. c:

More to come in the future!

Oh hi there

So I decided to make a blog. Eventually, I'll be posting pictures, artwork, updates on my life, etc., etc., but for now, have a YouTube video. c: