July 31, 2011
July 30, 2011
July 28, 2011
July 27, 2011
Marc is a choir friend from high school.
I hate Andrew Lloyd Webber. HATE. We had to watch the Technicolor Dreamcoat movie my senior year in preparation for (wait for it) singing his songs.
After I drew this, my choir friend Andrew (a different Andrew from my writing class friend) asked me to draw him with a sailor scout. So I did:
July 25, 2011
July 22, 2011
July 20, 2011
Cliché man was an actual character in an inspirational "selling candy for choir" video I had to watch with my class in high school.
He spouted clichés with no visible end in sight.
I don't even think he was supposed to be ironic.
At this time, I was taking writing classes at NOCCA, an art school. Mr. Richard was one of my evil teachers there, and he hated clichés more than anything.
Andrew A was a friend from that writing class.
July 18, 2011
(Boyfriend = Alex. These were drawn in college.)
Referenced: Billy's Balloon & Rejected. Don't watch these. They will scar you. Really. They will never ever stop haunting you. Summaries: Balloons sadistically stalk and injure Billy | Weird creepy stuff happens and there's blood. You've been warned.
July 16, 2011
After drawing "Pi Man," I did another drawing of the lock-in. I (brazenly, perhaps) said goodnight to the guys while wearing my footie Garfield pajamas. (No, seriously, some of the people at my college may have considered me brazen for that. My college was uptight.)
Anyway, the footies did what I'd meant them to do. They threw Alex in to a wild passion* and he just had to lure me into his college room on "girls visitation hour" (seriously, we had an hour a month to visit the guys' dorm rooms -- I told you, uptight) with the promise of seeing a bunny that they were keeping illegally for a friend.
In his room, I met his friends, who offered me a chair, and I sat and listened to them chat. One of his friends walked around with a phone that wasn't plugged in and talked to imaginary people on it (this was normal for that particular friend, and no he wasn't/isn't crazy, he's just like that). And I met the bunny, Sir Isaac. And then I went happily back to my dorm room and went to bed and our slow, stilted, geeky love story continued in its own slow, stilted, geeky time.
*Okay, not so much. But he thought I was cute. ^_^
July 15, 2011
Alex has this power -- he can wrinkle his forehead and make the sign of pi.
At a lock-in (a coed church sleepover where you play games and sleep chaperoned in separate rooms), I drew this in order to entertain him. We were not, at this time, dating.
July 14, 2011
July 13, 2011
July 5, 2011
Gingers = redheads.
My husband's best friend and I worked at the same medical center last month (we're temps). We'd walk together to and from work and usually argue amiably about things. One day, it was about this, and the argument has persisted. Only outsiders bother to point out that no one can control what kind of babies I have. I'm going to have either red haired (like me) or dark haired (like Alex) kids, and whichever it is, someone will be victorious in this argument. At least, until the second baby. It'll start all over again with a second baby.