the moment when you can’t draw your own characters..
GPOY
always
Story of my life ;_;
IT’S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW.
WHY.
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Because I guess that must happen a lot, poor Doc.
Also because you know you’ve had too many nick-names in your life when you realize that the person sitting next to you has been saying your real sodding name for about a minute before you realize that YES THAT ARE TRYING TO TALK TO YOU, IDIOT.
Also the song ‘Whooo are you’ is now playing in your head.
You’re welcome. :Ib
BRB going to troll the Character Design teacher with too much work.
(Damnit George Y U NO IN CANADA.)
Room mate made cookies again. It’s official, I’m in guy love.
Omg I am so high on pain killers and sugar I don’t even care about this broken rib, going to climb Mount Everest brb.
So yeah I am 90% sure that I either have costochondral separation or a broken rib.
Shit.
Pre’ much.
I love you Canadia.
But really.
Your traffic confuses me.
…
I mean you’re all so goddamn POLITE when you drive what is UP with that? 8|
There are limits.
Note recieved on Deviant Art, copied and pasted to the letter;
HI there!
3 questions!
1- are you going to mcm midlands?
2- are you going to mcm london 2011 (if so as what)?
3- are you gonna finish your gosh darn one piece comic!! D< i love that thing!!
Note posted in response, ditto;
re: HI there!
4 answers!
1- Alas no, as I am studing in Vancouver for a year and it would be a little tricky to nip over to England for an expo whilst on a full time animation course in Canada.
2- See above.
3- See above.
4- Please consider the nature of your notes before you send them to people who are not paid to draw fan comics, do not appreciate being addressed as if they are a long standing friend of yours when they have never spoken to you before, and who do not really need to answer your questions as all of the information is in recent pictures/journal posts that they have made if you take the time to study them.
Thank you for your time and patience in reading this, I hope that one day you also take the time and patience to discover the correct usage of the Caps Lock button and punctuation when formulating such ill advised messages.
Have a nice day!
xx Olaf
When you finish that assignment from that class you suck at early so you have the whole weekend off.
I don’t even care about the foodchain.
EAT IT, PERSPECTIVE.
So you know how I have the most ordinary days ever…
So using free ticket to go to a double bill of Charlie Chaplin again was awesome, again. Exit le cinema onto road to be tapped on the shoulder to be asked directions, which I am astonished to find I am able to give despite being an incompetant limey who has about as much geographical prowess as a spoon.
*insert blah blah blah turn left turn right directions in habitually goofy British accent*
Commence to bid them goodnight as I turn to go home, only to be arrested by a tap on the other shoulder, this one by a blonde girl who looks a little less sober than a bottle of tequila.
“Tu est Anglais?” Asked in a curt and Canadian accent; I can only presume this is a rather tipsy girl from Quebec, but hey nothing wrong with that, right?
“Oui?” I reply in a slightly hesitant way in my always-horrible French accent.
Now we have something rather unexpected, as instead of the usual ‘oh crap that was about the extent of my ability to speak French’ we have this.
*insert her attempting to slap me in the face, me instinctively leaning back, which does not produce the cool Matrix-effect dodge desired but instead results in her fingernail giving me a scratch on the left cheek.*
Wtf what even was that.
Complete stranger used random raeg attack; it’s marginally effective 8|
Now I can honestly say I have not encountered that many people from Quebec save one girl in my class, but I was generally of the opinion that they are all very nice despite my country having its (as always) somewhat disasterous past with the place what is it with the English and picking fights with everyone in history I mean really it’s just embarrassing.
I can only presume that the crazy-French-flail-attack was the unplanned result of whatever amount of alcohol she had injested prior to the event, mostly off the basis that she looked about as stunned as I did and legged it faster than I have ever seen a drunk girl leg it immediately afterwards. Her friends apologised and looked rather incredibly mortified before chasing after her after I said something dim-witted like 'oh it’s okay this sort of thing happens to me everyday lol.’
Sort of hilarious and ought to make for an interesting 'so how was your night’ discussion tomorrow with my classmates.
But, really.
WTF.
When someone tells you you’re too obsessed with something
Image is entirely related :|b
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A collective of miscellany and mirth. Also sometimes I draw stuff.