Fearless Pedestrians
Sometimes I really hate myself. I swear, I worry too damn much. This whole week has been disorienting and I'm hoping that when classes start it won't get any worse. The lady who cut my hair before I moved to Berkeley told me I was losing a lot of hair. More hair than is normal. She told me it's probably stress. That stressed me out even more. My worrying keeps me from doing anything. I don't eat at the dining halls other than the one by my unit because I'm afraid I'll feel awkward eating at a different dining hall even though it is really, totally, fucking OK to do so. I haven't asked for a railing for my super-high loft bed because even though I'm afraid of falling out and breaking an arm I'm more afraid of asking the people at the front desk for a maintainence request form even though it's their goddamned job to help me. I didn't want to use the scanner in the residence hall computer center because I was worried someone would yell at me for scanning something non-school related. Jesus. As it turns out, one of my roommates offered to go to the computer room with me so that, if I was yelled at, at least I wouldn't be alone, so we went and I used the scanner and there were instructions that said it was ok to use the computer for non-school related stuff as long as you surrendered the computer to someone who REALLY needed it for school stuff if there weren't any other computers around. Doh. I am such a fucking wreck of a person.
Anyway, if you read alllll my BS, then you'll see how lucky you are to have these three new pages:
page 48
page 49
page 50
...I've drawn about fifty pages of comic now. Imagine that.
These last three are sort of cheesy, I think, but I had no ideas for when Waffle Boy goes to Australia. The funny thing is, after I finished page 50, it felt like the end. As in, The End. Martina says I still should draw more of it, though.
Anyway, if you read alllll my BS, then you'll see how lucky you are to have these three new pages:
page 48
page 49
page 50
...I've drawn about fifty pages of comic now. Imagine that.
These last three are sort of cheesy, I think, but I had no ideas for when Waffle Boy goes to Australia. The funny thing is, after I finished page 50, it felt like the end. As in, The End. Martina says I still should draw more of it, though.