Not Exactly Snow White

So I got myself lost in the woods last night. Because I have 'Red Riding-Hood Syndrome,' (Where everything's amazing until it's too-late-really-bad,) I wandered off of a

hiking trail and the sun shot out of the sky like it had a death wish.


And then my quintessential problem kicks in. I'm not sure whether it stems from being naive or a desire to prove that I'm a big girl and can handle myself, but I just start doing stupid, stupid things. I got myself more lost, almost on purpose.



I didn't even want to go home until I realized what the sound was that I'd heard two or three times.

And that's when I called my roommate, more frustrated than anything. But the reception was terrible.

I found the trail eventually, and my car soon after, and got home safely.

Its been a while. I go to art college now, in Los Angeles. I don't have much time to dedicate to drawing these comics, so now they will all be coming from my iPad :D

Anyways, art school has done things to me. And I will be uploading things, moments, thoughts etc. such as this one:

My Worst Nightmare

Trying to run away from a giant spider with flippers on.

Spiders.

Today I am telling you a tale of my oldest enemy, the arachnid. They’re like tiny Orcs. It finalizes my suspicion that if I were a Gryffindor, I’d be the ‘Ron Weasley’ brand. I suppose it’s not a paralyzing phobia or anything, it’s a pretty average fear, but when disposing of them I get a little… Creative.

I’ve killed them with $300 cowboy boots, fancy umbrellas, actual swords, strange acrobatics that I can only accomplish when a spider is near, and so on.

Anyways,

I was playing with one of my old LARP swords in my room.

WHEN SUDDENLY

I spent about five minutes staring at it from atop my coffee table, deciding whether or not to make a run for it and call one of my guy friends.

Spiders make a horrible squelching noise that can turn my stomach into a jellyfish. There is no onomatopoeia for that sound.

Another few minutes go by.

I don’t know if it’s going to work, but I wouldn’t come into my room if I were a spider.

bwah

A little something until my larger post.

Rules For Roommates- Rule #1 - Involving Feet

SO. It’s been a while. I’d say that a two-month gap is unusual for me and my projects, but I would be lying and denying my flaky-artist nature. Of course, it’s usually not that bad.This is going to be a new little segment that I do from time to time. Rules For Roommates, because I have seen some things.

So this particular rule became necessary on a trip to Disneyworld. That is my happy place, and let me tell you… Nothing was going to get to me. I was wearing my princess outfit, (the Betsey Johnson dress that a fantastical gay man found for me in California), that made my hair look like it was not a retarded fireball made of straw, my favorite red flats… I was full of invincible-happy.

Of course, it was 7am and there were four people in my 2008 VW Bug (a car that can technically fit four people, but is DEFINITELY not meant for four people) so by the time the two and-a-half hour drive was halfway through, I was making this face until I had an energy drink/was on the Snow Whit ride eating cotton candy:

So, this face. I think we can agree that this is a no-shenanigans face, yes? Good.

BUT THEN!

One of my dear friends PINCHED ME WITH HIS FEET, WHILE I WAS DRIVING.

I don’t get furious often. It’s almost difficult to annoy me, unless you invade my personal space. Then I go to a black place in my mind that only Disneyworld can pull me out of in any reasonable amount of time. Sometimes I say cruel things.

Fortunately for the rest of my party, Disneyworld was only one hour of bubbling-with-rage induced silence away.

But until I live in Disneyworld (IN IT. IN THE CASTLE.) I will have to say that Rules For Roommates’ first rule is this:

Do NOT pinch, poke or rub your feet on your roommate without clear verbal permission. ESPECIALLY NOT WHILE SAID ROOMMATE IS DRIVING. (We almost died.)

*My friend’s feet are not actually gross as pictured, but feet look 10,000 times more yucky when they’re unexpectedly ON YOU.

Keep Sparkling.