Robin in color! XD
So I suddenly remembered I have a quiz tomorrow and am now making flashcards. Fun times. Also, because I suck like that, I have to type all of my norsk journal entries TODAY so I can turn them in tomorrow. Joy. And I wasted a ton of time playing computer games and then coloring that previously posted WIP. Which you can view below.
Yeeeah. The scanner made this pretty dark, for some unfathomable reason. Yes, I know his arms are weird. And his hands are too small, but they got cut off so it's not quite as noticable. And his hair looks much better in real life. You can see the different colors better. Anyway. Robin is still my sexy bitch. You know it. XD
Okay, way to make Daron feel like a major douche. Somehow my GTF for Scandinavian film is either told or figures out for himself that I don't like talking in class. So he tells me yesterday he won't call on me and stuff. Because he doesn't want to make anyone uncomfortable or what have you. I say, "Uh, okay." Because I don't know what else to say, and I also don't like talking to people I don't really know. So today he goes around the room towards the end of discussion to ask everyone what to sum up what they wrote their response paper on in a couple of sentences. And then skips me. Now, I could have done that. Talking about something I already wrote is okay. Coming up with some insight into a film on the spot is not. But then I felt like a total freak/reject/loser/moron because he skipped me. Granted, I do get extremely panicked when I know I'm going to have to talk in front of a group of people I don't know. Seriously. I freak out. Whatever. Nevermind it all.
I'ma do the things I should have done days ago now.
Toodles noodles.
~Daron
Yeeeah. The scanner made this pretty dark, for some unfathomable reason. Yes, I know his arms are weird. And his hands are too small, but they got cut off so it's not quite as noticable. And his hair looks much better in real life. You can see the different colors better. Anyway. Robin is still my sexy bitch. You know it. XD
Okay, way to make Daron feel like a major douche. Somehow my GTF for Scandinavian film is either told or figures out for himself that I don't like talking in class. So he tells me yesterday he won't call on me and stuff. Because he doesn't want to make anyone uncomfortable or what have you. I say, "Uh, okay." Because I don't know what else to say, and I also don't like talking to people I don't really know. So today he goes around the room towards the end of discussion to ask everyone what to sum up what they wrote their response paper on in a couple of sentences. And then skips me. Now, I could have done that. Talking about something I already wrote is okay. Coming up with some insight into a film on the spot is not. But then I felt like a total freak/reject/loser/moron because he skipped me. Granted, I do get extremely panicked when I know I'm going to have to talk in front of a group of people I don't know. Seriously. I freak out. Whatever. Nevermind it all.
I'ma do the things I should have done days ago now.
Toodles noodles.
~Daron