I know ... I haven't posted a funny story in awhile. Who knew school would be so busy? Not me.
I'm currently juggling not only copious amounts of homework, but also university shiz and scholarship stuff.
I mean, ON THE FIRST WEEKEND OF THE NEW SEMESTER I have Data Management (math questions), Law (read and summarize an article, as well as read textbook questions and answer), Soc (read and summarize a textbook section, write an essay) and History (read and answer textbook stuff).
Plus I also have an essay to do for a scholarship I'm applying for. Fabulous.
(Oh and it's Sunday and I haven't started any of this stuff)
Anyway, I'm posting a video for a friend who asked to see some sketches. I figured a video was so much easier than taking 10 pictures and uploading them individually. And let's be honest, I don't really think I have the time.
There's no sound because I have a little throat bug and I'm pretty sure that you don't want to hear a raspy devil sound.
Keep your insults to yourself :)
1) Queen Nefertiti
2) Random face
3) Random face
*ignore full body pose and shoe*
4) Random face
5) Shiloh Jolie-Pitt
*ignore unfinished iPod ad*
6) Random face
7) Rhianna - her arm isn't finished cuz I ran out of steam :P
*ignore random doodles*
8) Michelle Tratchenburg - I just started that one so it's not done
9) Random face
Showing posts with label School Blues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label School Blues. Show all posts
2010/02/07
2009/09/24
So Basically...
I'm feeling quite hyper right now, and in the mood to write, so I think I'm going to write another post while I'm at it - lucky you guys.
This is something that happened to me last year, and it's quite random (are you noticing a pattern yet?) but I still find that it gives me a little chuckle whenever I think about it.
Last year I was sitting in class, and I'm going to be honest, I really didn't want to be there. In fact, that's kind of an understatement: I wanted to be anywhere but there (even if anywhere was in the Amazon being chased by rabid alligators, or sitting in a bathtub full of purple Koolaid).
I was listening to the lecture intently - and by intently I mean in between my brief naps - and I noticed the teacher kept saying the same phrase, 'so basically...' over and over and over again. Being as bored as I was, I decided to get out a piece of paper and count how many times she said it in a 5 minute span.
I counted 8 in less than a minute, and each time she said it I would snicker to myself louder. By the 10th time I was having a hard time containing myself, and the person who sat next to me looked over and shot me glance that basically said 'are you high?' (I wasn't, although, I'm sure she wasn't the only one who was thinking that that day.)
And damn, the fire alarm just went off for real - which sucks because I was really in the writing zone.. Oh well, continuing the story.
After she shot me the glance, and because she hated the class almost as much as I did (no one could hate it more than I did - although several people came close), I let her in on what was so funny. The teacher kept saying it, and we were breaking down in to hysterics. We literally could not contain the laughter and everyone, at somepoint, stared at us.
I think the count was 18 times, but we didn't count for the entire 5 minutes because we were interrupting the class with our muffled (or at least semi-muffled) giggles. If looks could kill, we would have been annihilated because our teacher was shooting daggers at us.
Normally, I'm not that disrespectful in class (or outside of it that matter), but that day was an exception because I really didn't care at that point. Besides, there wasn't a real harm in it, it was fun!
I think it was a kind of you had to be me or her moment to fully appreciate this story but, I'm publishing it anyway so I don't forget about it, that, and because it's random - kinda like this whole blog.
The bell is going to ring soon, so I'm going to log off.
Talk to you in awhile crocodiles.
This is something that happened to me last year, and it's quite random (are you noticing a pattern yet?) but I still find that it gives me a little chuckle whenever I think about it.
Last year I was sitting in class, and I'm going to be honest, I really didn't want to be there. In fact, that's kind of an understatement: I wanted to be anywhere but there (even if anywhere was in the Amazon being chased by rabid alligators, or sitting in a bathtub full of purple Koolaid).
I was listening to the lecture intently - and by intently I mean in between my brief naps - and I noticed the teacher kept saying the same phrase, 'so basically...' over and over and over again. Being as bored as I was, I decided to get out a piece of paper and count how many times she said it in a 5 minute span.
I counted 8 in less than a minute, and each time she said it I would snicker to myself louder. By the 10th time I was having a hard time containing myself, and the person who sat next to me looked over and shot me glance that basically said 'are you high?' (I wasn't, although, I'm sure she wasn't the only one who was thinking that that day.)
And damn, the fire alarm just went off for real - which sucks because I was really in the writing zone.. Oh well, continuing the story.
After she shot me the glance, and because she hated the class almost as much as I did (no one could hate it more than I did - although several people came close), I let her in on what was so funny. The teacher kept saying it, and we were breaking down in to hysterics. We literally could not contain the laughter and everyone, at somepoint, stared at us.
I think the count was 18 times, but we didn't count for the entire 5 minutes because we were interrupting the class with our muffled (or at least semi-muffled) giggles. If looks could kill, we would have been annihilated because our teacher was shooting daggers at us.
Normally, I'm not that disrespectful in class (or outside of it that matter), but that day was an exception because I really didn't care at that point. Besides, there wasn't a real harm in it, it was fun!
I think it was a kind of you had to be me or her moment to fully appreciate this story but, I'm publishing it anyway so I don't forget about it, that, and because it's random - kinda like this whole blog.
The bell is going to ring soon, so I'm going to log off.
Talk to you in awhile crocodiles.
The story of my life...
No, I'm not going to tell you every sordid detail about every second of my 17 years of life, so you can relax. (I'm not the type to share something like that - and you would, well, probably fall asleep within the first 8293 seconds because, yes, my life IS that boring.) This is just a story about something that happened today that pretty much defines my life.
And before I get started, let me make you aware of one thing: I'm really sorry if I have missing letters in this entry, or bad punctuation, or whatever. You see, I'm in the school library and I have a knack for picking computers that absolutely suck. There is either something wrong with the screen (it's too blurry, too dim, angled the wrong way, and so on) or there is something wrong with the keyboard (it wobbles, some keys don't work, you get the point). Well, right now, I have a keyboard that requires me to pound on the keys (but not with all my might - just about half) in order for the corresponding letter to show up (yes, I'm definitely getting my daily workout right now). Normally, this wouldn't be a problem as the library (despite the myths of it being a quiet sanctuary - which are so not true, at least for this library) is filled with rambunctious hellions, also known as teenagers, that make it extremely LOUD. However, right now there is a presentation, and I'm making quite a bit of noise due to my pounding on the keyboard, and the librarian is shooting me death looks. So, I have to quiet down, which makes it harder for me to press every key. (Just a little warning).
(And that was a ramble fest - I know - but I warned you! I love love love to ramble as much as I humanly can - and I'm incapable of not rambling :P)
Anyway, back to the story of my life:
So, for the past four years of my highschool career I haven't really gotten involved. My heart has been in the right place, as I've always wanted to get involved, it's just my execution is a little shoddy. So this year, myself and a friend made a pact to get involved in every club that we've ever really wanted to get involved in. So far we have joined Me to We, Eco-Warriors, Adventure Club, Volunteen and Project Linus (we are still interested in joining a few more things that start later in the year). As you can imagine, it is pretty hectic for us, especially considering that all but one of these things take place at lunch during the school days.
Well, today was no exception. I had three things to do today at lunch: Volunteen, Project Linus and Adventure club. I mean, I know I have special psychic powers and all, but even I, like most people, have a hard time being in three places at once.
But, I'm kind of getting a little off topic, or at least misleading you, because that isn't the story of my life: it's what happened at two place that is the story of my life. (So basically, the last 2-3 paragraphs have been setting up/introducing the story of my life).
We went to Volunteen first. And we spent pratically five minutes there (while we should have been at Project Linus and Adventure Club) because they spelled my damn name wrong and there was mass confusion. That's twice in two years that they've completely butchered my name. Grr. It gets annoying after awhile, I'm just saying.
Anyway, we got it sorted out and then we went to Adventure Club (because it's not the whole period - whereas Project Linus is). And something regarding my name went wrong, AGAIN. It wasn't a mis-spelling, it was leaving my name off the list completely. And I know that I signed up for it - I have 2 witnesses to verify this.
The story of my life is NO ONE GETS MY NAME RIGHT! Ever! I think that I must be cursed because on certificates, lists, in newspaper articles, it's either not mentioned, or spelled completely wrong. Gah! No wonder I hate it. Infact, now that I think about it, it's often mispronouned as well. There's only so much I can take!
In fact, on kind of a side note, I think my (last) name might cursed or something. Do you know why? I'm not the only one who has problems with it. In fact, I think that it might have first started when my Grandma came to Canada from Denmark. The spelling of my last name isn't the true spelling of it: it has an extra vowel in it. Why? Because the government officials screwed it up. Or my Grandma did. But I don't think she did because I think she is way smarter than the government (Oh! Don't get me started on what I think about the government with their mass confusion, conspiracies...)
Oh Oh! Now that I'm thinking about it, it most likely was the government who messed it up because they've also done it to me. Last year when I was working on tax returns I put my name in as '(Surname) (First name) (First Initial of my middle name).' with a clear space! So imagine my complete and utter shock when I get my cheque and it's for plural me. ie, FirstName"s" LastName.
Dumbasses.
Damn curse.
I swear to you, it's the story of my life. But, sadly, I guess I'm getting used to it.
But this post has been extremely long and rambly so I think I'm going to stop it here while I'm still ahead, or at least, not too far behind (I think).
Lator Gators.
And before I get started, let me make you aware of one thing: I'm really sorry if I have missing letters in this entry, or bad punctuation, or whatever. You see, I'm in the school library and I have a knack for picking computers that absolutely suck. There is either something wrong with the screen (it's too blurry, too dim, angled the wrong way, and so on) or there is something wrong with the keyboard (it wobbles, some keys don't work, you get the point). Well, right now, I have a keyboard that requires me to pound on the keys (but not with all my might - just about half) in order for the corresponding letter to show up (yes, I'm definitely getting my daily workout right now). Normally, this wouldn't be a problem as the library (despite the myths of it being a quiet sanctuary - which are so not true, at least for this library) is filled with rambunctious hellions, also known as teenagers, that make it extremely LOUD. However, right now there is a presentation, and I'm making quite a bit of noise due to my pounding on the keyboard, and the librarian is shooting me death looks. So, I have to quiet down, which makes it harder for me to press every key. (Just a little warning).
(And that was a ramble fest - I know - but I warned you! I love love love to ramble as much as I humanly can - and I'm incapable of not rambling :P)
Anyway, back to the story of my life:
So, for the past four years of my highschool career I haven't really gotten involved. My heart has been in the right place, as I've always wanted to get involved, it's just my execution is a little shoddy. So this year, myself and a friend made a pact to get involved in every club that we've ever really wanted to get involved in. So far we have joined Me to We, Eco-Warriors, Adventure Club, Volunteen and Project Linus (we are still interested in joining a few more things that start later in the year). As you can imagine, it is pretty hectic for us, especially considering that all but one of these things take place at lunch during the school days.
Well, today was no exception. I had three things to do today at lunch: Volunteen, Project Linus and Adventure club. I mean, I know I have special psychic powers and all, but even I, like most people, have a hard time being in three places at once.
But, I'm kind of getting a little off topic, or at least misleading you, because that isn't the story of my life: it's what happened at two place that is the story of my life. (So basically, the last 2-3 paragraphs have been setting up/introducing the story of my life).
We went to Volunteen first. And we spent pratically five minutes there (while we should have been at Project Linus and Adventure Club) because they spelled my damn name wrong and there was mass confusion. That's twice in two years that they've completely butchered my name. Grr. It gets annoying after awhile, I'm just saying.
Anyway, we got it sorted out and then we went to Adventure Club (because it's not the whole period - whereas Project Linus is). And something regarding my name went wrong, AGAIN. It wasn't a mis-spelling, it was leaving my name off the list completely. And I know that I signed up for it - I have 2 witnesses to verify this.
The story of my life is NO ONE GETS MY NAME RIGHT! Ever! I think that I must be cursed because on certificates, lists, in newspaper articles, it's either not mentioned, or spelled completely wrong. Gah! No wonder I hate it. Infact, now that I think about it, it's often mispronouned as well. There's only so much I can take!
In fact, on kind of a side note, I think my (last) name might cursed or something. Do you know why? I'm not the only one who has problems with it. In fact, I think that it might have first started when my Grandma came to Canada from Denmark. The spelling of my last name isn't the true spelling of it: it has an extra vowel in it. Why? Because the government officials screwed it up. Or my Grandma did. But I don't think she did because I think she is way smarter than the government (Oh! Don't get me started on what I think about the government with their mass confusion, conspiracies...)
Oh Oh! Now that I'm thinking about it, it most likely was the government who messed it up because they've also done it to me. Last year when I was working on tax returns I put my name in as '(Surname) (First name) (First Initial of my middle name).' with a clear space! So imagine my complete and utter shock when I get my cheque and it's for plural me. ie, FirstName"s" LastName.
Dumbasses.
Damn curse.
I swear to you, it's the story of my life. But, sadly, I guess I'm getting used to it.
But this post has been extremely long and rambly so I think I'm going to stop it here while I'm still ahead, or at least, not too far behind (I think).
Lator Gators.
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