i have since learned how to "multi-task"
uhhhhhhh THESE ARE REALLY FUCKING DUMB, I AM POSTING FOR THE SAKE OF POSTING?????????????
from animation class today (my teacher rambles on and on and on like a sonofabitch)
since these are weird i will explain their contents:
COCKwise from top:
that is feru,
that is a girl in our class who literally thinks she is amazing at everything and in reality she's pretty plain and mediocre and wears loads of grandma sweaters,
that is me saying "fffff" in reaction to this girl,
my friend mallory's characters.
me, exactly how i look/was dressed today,
me and aforementioned mallory as nappa and vegeta, making fun of this OTHER girl in our class who is the WORST (seriously she is the worst),
my theoretical russian Uncle Ivan,
and mallory again.
here is the story of theoretical Russian Uncle Ivan:
my heritage is mostly composed of Serbian/Czech/Eastern European blood and, as such, i theorize that that is why I hardly ever get cold. i love the cold. so i used to say to Mallory, when in winter the weather dips down to the single digits:
"DON'T FEAR ZEE COLD. THIS IS LIKE FRESH MOTHER RUSSIA SPRING DAY. BRISK, UNCLE IVAN USED TO SAY. HE GOES OUT, SPRING MORNING, IN NOZING BUT HIS SHORTS. CHOPS WOOD WITH BARE HANDS, EATS PIG ANOOSES FROM ZEE CAN. DON'T FORGET MALLORY EVER, BE LIKE HIM, UNCLE IVAN. COLD MAKE YOU A MAN."
(just got off of a straight 12 hour class day, so very tired aaahhh)
from animation class today (my teacher rambles on and on and on like a sonofabitch)
since these are weird i will explain their contents:
COCKwise from top:
that is feru,
that is a girl in our class who literally thinks she is amazing at everything and in reality she's pretty plain and mediocre and wears loads of grandma sweaters,
that is me saying "fffff" in reaction to this girl,
my friend mallory's characters.
me, exactly how i look/was dressed today,
me and aforementioned mallory as nappa and vegeta, making fun of this OTHER girl in our class who is the WORST (seriously she is the worst),
my theoretical russian Uncle Ivan,
and mallory again.
here is the story of theoretical Russian Uncle Ivan:
my heritage is mostly composed of Serbian/Czech/Eastern European blood and, as such, i theorize that that is why I hardly ever get cold. i love the cold. so i used to say to Mallory, when in winter the weather dips down to the single digits:
"DON'T FEAR ZEE COLD. THIS IS LIKE FRESH MOTHER RUSSIA SPRING DAY. BRISK, UNCLE IVAN USED TO SAY. HE GOES OUT, SPRING MORNING, IN NOZING BUT HIS SHORTS. CHOPS WOOD WITH BARE HANDS, EATS PIG ANOOSES FROM ZEE CAN. DON'T FORGET MALLORY EVER, BE LIKE HIM, UNCLE IVAN. COLD MAKE YOU A MAN."
(just got off of a straight 12 hour class day, so very tired aaahhh)