So, My shitty neighbors are all out tonight, so I probably can't smoke because It's not so stealthy. I'm paranoid that they'd call the cops on me even though if they did, the cops would come and take a look at my MMJ card and waste their time.
This shit isn't logical at all, because they're the ones out at 2am laughing and parking their car where my car should be. Assholes. I'd just be in my own home, medicating myself and doing legal things. There the ones causing a ruckus.
Yeah- That's right, motherfuckers. You neighbors better watch your back, I'm talking crap about you on the internet, so you best not fuck with me.
I actually had thought about a few things I wanted to talk about tonight, but I don't know if any of them are worth talking about or interesting.
I'll talk about them anyway. So here's with the uninteresting stuff. I"m going to talk about them, there's nothing you can do about it. CALL THE COPS. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK.
I realised that in my last post I maybe had a larger music to text ratio. I think it would be a good idea to have any music first, and then you can listen to it as you read, if so inclined. Hopefully I can pace it so there is a better flow.
So let's start:
I was driving to work, and I made some awesome time this morning. I normally leave at like 2:20, and have to be there at 3. So I get there like 10 minutes early, chill in my car a bit and finish listening to whatever song I'm listening to and prepare myself for the soulcrushing duties of work. I left at 2:30 because I was distracted by the internet. It is a giant party. Very distracting. Actually, this picture applies to shit I did later today too:
Lookit that shit. A T-rex in a party hat? A bikini chick? FIGHTER JETS? "INTERNET" in bright lights? I'm so there. fuck work. fuck homework.
So yes, 10 minutes late for work because of the internet party. Normally if I'm at the stoplight/by the onramp by 2:30 I'm ok. I was running behind- at 2:40 I'd normally be in the lot at work, but I was instead on the onramp. So I'm listening to Arch Enemy (linked above) and it makes me drive faster. Techno also makes me drive faster, but I chose metal. It was very much like this (credits to Natalie Dee. Who is awesome. You can find her awesomeness here )
So I find myself being super aware of people DRIVING INSANELY SLOW.
And not just being really slow, like.. 60 in the diamond lane (off hours) but driving like retards. People don't know how to fucking merge. This guy sped up/matched speed/sped up until he cut me off to get behind the car infront of me when it was my turn to merge. This shit bothered the hell out of me because I was fucking late.
So, I get into the diamond lane, and am behind Mr. Slowpoke. Not even Slowpoke. This motherfucker is the evolved slowpoke, bro. He is a motherfucking SLOWBRO. Complete with the fucking shell thing biting his damn ass making him even slower. Shit, wait, that isn't even the highest motherfucking evolution. Isn't it like... Slowking? Yeh. That motherfucker was fucking Slowking. He had the crown of slowness all up on his asshole head.
like that, motherfucker. SHITTT.
So I merge the fuck around him, I normally don't drive like this, but I was late, listening to metal, and felt like a bitch. I got infront of him, and went like 80 the entire damn way, and got to work in like 13 minutes. World record. Very impressive, I know. I'm totally proud.
Then I go to work, and I "work". I'm supposed to be writing an explication of a Shakespearean sonnet, but fuck that shit, I don't feel like it. So I don't- It's due on weds. I can wait.
Suddenly things are seeming less interesting than I thought they would be for this post.
Sorry about that. I'm not your dancing monkey to dance for your entertainment.
Let me think up more things.
Ok.
I have been following the the blog of John K.. - The dude who did Ren and Stimpy before being fucked over by Nick. He really knows his shit. Seriously. This guy has a passion for cartoons, and he knows everything about them. He is a Guru. I've been reading it for a few years, and have been following some of his lessons. I actually did one of his drawing challenges today at work instead of... yknow, homework/work.
I don't think I did very well, but it was worth a shot. I also do not have a scanner, so the pictures of these drawn pictures were taken with my cellphone and are of shitty quality. (Not that it matters because the drawings are shit to begin with)
So, the challenge was to draw a caricature of these off-model Yogi bear toys. It was a balloon of Yogi, and it was kinda deformed in an endearing way. (much like my weinerdog.)
Here is the Puffy Yogi Challenge which I chose to accept.
How did I do?
Orig:
Mine... smaller is "realistic" bigger is the "caricature" Apologies for shitty cellphone pic.
so the idea was to exaggerate the features and still retain the physics and qualities of the balloon.
Probably not so good, but I gave it a shot. When I drew it I thought it was way better... Now I'm embarrassed.
I'd like to think that the more I draw the better I get, so I a minigoal of mine is to get some more drawing practice in. I could probably clean it up a bit and fix it, but I am much too lazy for that now, considering it is fucking 3 am. It was 2 when I started. Why did this take so long?!
I had another drawing I did of the back view, but it isn't very good either, so I'm not going to bother posting it.
Actually I take back what I said, and I tried to make it look better.
It still looks like crap.
Oh well.
I think the neighbors have left, so I'm going to go stealthily toke and then probably hit the sack.
I think I've filled the requirements of drunken blogging for tonight.
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