Extreme Differences

Life is going pretty well, ladies and gentlemen, pretty well.

Things have been heading the right direction, and I've been taking a lot of steps that are maybe uncomfortable or downright frightening to move towards a place where I know I'll be much happier in the long run. It's been pretty new and somewhat exciting.

Of course, there is ALWAYS going to be something that's bothersome. 

After all, that's college: Spilled Milk.

However, there is one issue that continues to bother the almighty piss out of me....

INTO TO DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPHY CLASS.

Now, I do photography. I've done it for a while. I thought, "Yo. Easy A." Plus, there's a lot of friends in that class. No problem, right?

WRONG.

My photography teacher is the most picky bastard I've ever had to experience in my entire life. He's completely crazy about millimeters for the love of hell. He can take an absolutely beautiful photograph and destroy it, or (REAL EXAMPLE HERE) look at a photo of a woman's legs and talk about it for 40 minutes of endless retardation. 

Now I usually do pretty well in that class, to the point where he'll find "compositional elements" that don't exist in my photos. Whatever. It's a grade. Today, however, this man had to audacity to tell me that I needed to "MOVE THE SUN IN THE PHOTO."

....

move the sun while still keeping the same angle.

....

move the sun.

I'm so sorry, Professor! I completely forgot to tell you. ....

IM NOT JESUS CHRIST.

Are you kidding me?

"MOVE THE SUN"

YES BECAUSE LET ME JUST TAKE MY AWESOME SUN MOVING, CELESTIAL BENDING POWERS AND GET RIGHT ON THAT. IM SORRY, BUT IM NOT GOING TO GO OUT AT 4 IN THE MORNING SO THE SUN FITS YOUR PERSONAL PREFERENCE OF A FEW INCHES TO THE LEFT. 

MOVING THE SUN. LIKE A BOSS

thanks for drawing this Leanna. You're retarded <3

Other than that class, life is pretty stable.

Now excuse me the moon is not exactly where I want it to be and I need to go fix that.

Stick Figures are Cool at 1:42am

So we've all met them before. They lurk everywhere. The overly nice people. Even if you hit them in the head with a brick they'd probably smile at you with their dented in brain telling you everything is okay, because you didn't mean to murder them :D. Every time you do something "wrong", you get the sympathetic smile, because after all, you're just a lost sinner and you don't really know any better anyways. You accidentally swear and their entire world is shattered like they just watched you murder a fuzzy, small puppy in front of them. They don't have any problems except a busy school schedule because they're on every committee and get involved in every possible thing they can. I hate overly nice people. You may be thinking, "Awww, why? They're just so nice! How can you dislike them?" CHALLENGE ACCEPTED, SIR AND/OR MADAM. 

 Listen, I'm not Miss Perfect with all the answers, quite the opposite, but I'm certainly not the worst person who walked into anyone's parade. I have morals and I stick to them. I have a bad attitude but I do genuinely care about someone even if I'm not wearing a camp leader T-Shirt. 

There really is no reason for me to dislike these people except for ONE REASON: I'm convinced these perfect people have a terribly dirty secret. During the day they put on the :D face and make sure everyone's having a pleasant and happy day, then at night they turn into a flesh eating demon zombie born in the 9th Circle of Hell.

if i didn't have homework I'd draw something more decent.

So here is a bunch of stick figures running from a flesh eating demon zombie with wings

I need to go to art school.

Beginning of a New Semester

 I am going to list a few things that keep coming up since I've been back in Boston that are starting to a) piss me off b) scare the hell out of me. I'm almost positive that every single one of you reading this has probably experienced the same problems recently in your day to day lives.

1. Lengthy, Far-Away, and Awkward Eye Contact:

Okay, I cannot explain how this is so prevalent in my life.

Do I have a noticeable disease all over my face?

I get up, walk to get a glass of water and calmly walk back to my seat.

as I sit there, sipping my water, minding my own business, there is always one person who is staring at me.

Why? Why are you looking at me?

I didn't do anything to you. I'm enjoying a glass of water. 

Is water awkward?

I could understand if I was drinking it like I had a disorder that caused me to drink water like a zombie ate brains, but I really don't. One of the few normal things I do is drink water like most humans.

2. Always Being Where You Are:

Okay. If you're always in the same area as me, it freaks me out. Yes, I understand that my campus is small and there's not a lot of places where a certain person can be. However, anyone who knows

me can tell you that I do not sit still easily and need to be moving to other locations often. If you just happen to show up in the same area, at the same time as me, every time I relocate?? I'm seriously going to have my awkward suspicions about your mental health. 

3. Awkward Conversations You Have Before a Serious Discussion:

You know that awkward "Oh hey. How are you. Good. Yeah... Sure is cold out. Yeah....so..funny random story.. hah. yeah. it was cool." NO STOP. I would rather have someone shout across the whole campus "HEY I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU DON'T MOVE" than trying to ease into a conversation. It makes me severely awkward and paranoid. (note the paranoid. please look at it.) It makes me think that it's just so super serious business if you don't just come out and tell me or ask me what you want. Those conversations I usually just walk really fast away from before they continue because I just can't handle the small talk. We both don't want to small talk. Seriously? Seriously.

And that's why I'm cranky :D

Video Game Frustration

 I remember when I was younger and the playstation uno was the hottest shit that ever hit the stores. Video games were like, 15 dollars brand new and just released. Best life ever. Now video games are 60 dollars. What is this. 

I'm usually pretty calm if I can't get through a complicated part of a video game after a few tries. It's all cool. I'm sure I'll get through it sooner or later. However, I'm not going to lie to any of you, and I'm sure we are all aware I have a pretty bad language problem, but NOTHING makes me curse more than repeatingly trying to attempt an obstacle in a video game after a thousand and a half tries. 

I'm looking at you Demyx.

That's right Kingdom Hearts fans. You frikin heard me. That bastard child Demyx. I took Xigbar, Xaldin, and Xemnas like a fuckin' champ.  I never died one time in that whole game except the final battle with Demyx at Hollow Bastian. 2 WEEKS.

If one person comments on this saying "HAHAHA THAT WAS EASY YOU'RE A N00b" i'll probably drown you in a dirty toilet. you were warned.

Three Phases of Video Game Frustration:

PHASE 1 :

Just a lot of frustration and yelling terrible, unspeakable, and probably punishable by law vulgarity at the TV. At this point I'm able to pick up my day after playing a video game I don't horribly suck at or killing everyone in a different game. (Vice City, what would I do without you?)

PHASE 2: 

I've basically given up on ever achieving my goal. I play the game as some sort of masochistic act towards my mental stability or what's left of it. My whole day is then thrown off and everything goes wrong such as the house ran out of peanut butter, the cat threw up, or the computer crashed.

PHASE 3:  

this was morbid, staci.

You should have seen my face when I beat him. There was a cut scene. I don't remember it. I ran so fast back to a save point and praised the VIDEO GAME GODS for my victory.

And that's how video games ruined my life

:D