Team Jacob: The Movie.

I wanted to share with you a horror story, that is particularly terrifying because it’s true.

Let me start by saying this:

This is me. More or less. I wear a red hood when I go out because it makes me feel like skipping through a singing forest with a picnic basket full of bunnies while eating a nutella & strawberry sandwich. I love the story of Little Red Riding Hood, also.

SO that’s that. Now, about this: a while ago I actually sat down to watch some TV, which I almost never do. I spend most of my time drawing in my room, slowly getting my skin to the shade of some ghostly deep-sea fish. While I was watching, this popped up:

The director of Twilight is making a Red Riding Hood movie. That right there sent about eight red flags up in my head, but I barely even had time to stay my panic and give it the benefit of the doubt before it crushed my dreams forever.

This movie is going to be terrible.

It is going to be the lumpy mutant baby of Twilight and ‘The Village’ (without the cool blind girl).

But that wasn’t my real problem. I thought about the Twilight mania, and a horrible vision of a gothtard-filled future presented itself to me:

I could see my precious Little Red Riding Hood being peed on by Hot Topic and Twilight.

Then I thought that maybe Little Red would escape the tard fandom. However miss Hardwicke tries, she can’t turn Red into Bella… Right?

My next realization was like a giant dog rolling in dead fish and poop and then rolling onto my hopes.

Hopefully I’ll survive. Either way, I’ll be wearing this red hood like the stubborn turd I am. It may become hard to tell me apart in a crowd after this movie comes out, but I might be the only one wearing actual other colors.

So at least there’s that.

-M-

To-Do List

An excerpt, not from my sketchbook, but from the giant pad of paper that I make to-do lists with. I took a year off of college, and I'm going back in the fall. I was trying to figure out what a day will be like for me there.

I don't know why I think myself into despair so easily.

Going Home

I spent a majority of my third visit to Montana going to therapy. I go to therapy in Montana sometimes because my Dad lives there, and he likes therapy. Yay therapy.

(lol the truth is: I like therapy a lot. It's incredibly helpful.)

Anywaaaays. My flight back was canceled, so I spent an extra night in Montana. The next day, two flights later with one flight to go, the plane was late and I was stranded in Atlanta for a night. I pretty much hated my life by that point.

By day 3 of my delay, NOTHING COULD STOP ME.

NOTHING AT ALL.

I'd never had Nutella on a spoon before.

I hadn't even thought of actually eating it with a spoon. I love Nutella. I ate it all the time on toast when I was a kid. Delicious + nostalgic = I will get fat from it.

NUTELLA

I AM THE NUTELLA CHAMPION

Sometimes

I have a friend who is pretty intense. We all love her. I can only imagine what life is like for her boyfriend, Tyson.

Surprise Staircase

This was during my first trip to my Dad and Sister's new Montana home.

I'm walking around the huge foreign house and I've got to get from my sister's room to the rest of everywhere somehow in this labyrinth modeled after 'The Shining', so I take this hallway.

It's not a hallway.

I had torn a ligament. I'd need to stay off of my feet for two weeks at least.

Halloween Horror Nights was that weekend.

Magnolia Fest was the weekend after that.

Of course, that didn't stop me. I live for that stuff. I limped around desperately at both events.

A friend started calling me 'Hobbles.'