Cowabunga

So after my little tirade last night about not being able to draw anything I went back to the book and produced this totally radical gem. I have no idea why I have Leonardo's swords and colours, Raphael was always my favourite, but I guess I could draw swords on my turtleback better than holding sais in my hands. Thinking about it, with my current hair I could probably be April O'Neill, plus I could totally work a yellow jumpsuit.

(Not so) Teenage Mutant Ninja Badass. Now pass me some pizza.

Where this blog turns into some kind of emo diary..

I've decided it's safer just to stay indoors and watch DVDs. I tried drawing something awesome today but I just can't get it right and I ended up getting really frustrated and threw my sketchbook aside with a wail. Man I do not know how people can draw whole strips daily, it blows my mind. I can barely get out a doodle each day. I promise I'll have something to show tomorrow. Also, I don't know if it's good or bad to look at other artists' work. I mean, on one hand I guess I can learn a lot and I enjoy it, but on the other hand it makes me realise that I will never catch up to them and I am just not as good. I have no idea how to do facial expressions or hands or feet or practically anything! I need some kind of drawing-sensei.

After some pretty terrifying news at work today I have realised I have little-to-no skills for use in the real world, apart from being able to design Medical Supplies catalogues and touch up photos and design banners in Photoshop. I am bracing my head to meet the chopping block.

I had something else written here but I deleted it because it was petty and obvious. Come on, I can do better than that. Don't let it get to you, self.

Weird Things I Like #1

Weird things I like #1 = watching the washing go round inside a washing machine. I know, right? But there's just something about watching the clothes go round and round and round that I love watching. I do the same if I ever go to a launderette to use the tumble driers. Love it. I will literally sit on the kitchen floor in front of the washing machine and watch it do it's thing, for it's whole cycle if I have to.

Is this really strange? Does anyone else do it?!

A HAND. Victory is mine. I screwed up the cheek a little there too, but pretend you didn't see it. I am now also Officially Ginger. I am expecting the death threats to come pouring through my letterbox any minute now.

Today is All About Tomorrow

Tomorrow I shall appearing in the annual Dorchester Carnival, I shall be cheerleading, and I shall be the oldest one there. But pah to that! The weather forecast is iffy at best but I shall be lifting spirits all over the show with rallying cheers. Alas, not rallying cries to lead my army to war. What an awesome carnival that would be. The one thing I'm worried about is that my shorts haven't arrived, so I'm either going to be cheerleading bottomless, or borrowing a tiny child's pair of shorts which will invariably look like hotpants on me.. Anyway, this shall be me, minus the pom-poms - we don't actually have them, I'm just too lazy to draw hands. I am full of PEPPY PEP!

Look, a background! Well, the start of one. I was unsure of what to actually put there. In real life there'd be a crowd of people but I don't want to draw a ton of people! But yeah I should get used to drawing backgrounds and shit really... And not running out of paper so I don't have room to draw legs argh.

While colouring that I listened to Landfill by Daughter on repeat. It's just lovely. The chorus really resonates with me, apart from the hating your guts part, because I don't hate your guts. But everything else! = love.

I took this photo of my room reflected in my light fitting. It's pretty awesome, even with my shitty digital camera. I like it anyway, it makes my room look cool.

Thinking of blog titles is too hard

Firstly, I'm feeling much better than yesterday, so that's good! I'm planning on reading this over the next few days:

(Excuse the fresh-out-of-the-shower hair and NO MAKE UP. It is not a hideous monster you are viewing on your screen. Be not afraid.) Hopefully by reading this comic book about comic books I can get a better understanding of sequential art and text arrangement and yada yada, so maybe I can get on with producing something of my very own.

Also last night I did this for a friend. It's her son, who is almost always covered in some kind of foodstuff. It was only after I'd finished the whole thing and went back to my sketchbook to do more drawing that I realised I hadn't erased the pencil lines before I scanned it in. But they didn't seem to show anyway, so that was lucky.

I totally want that onesie.

I'm now off to eat ice cream and watch Hanna in bed. I have it okay really.. I am such a drama queen.

Wallowing

Ack, emo day!

Sometimes I think the Internet is the worse thing ever invented, because boy does it make me upset often. Pretty sure I used to be okay with myself/life before I wandered onto the World Wide Web. I also may have been like 15 but still. If I hadn't have read that.. if I hadn't have seen that photo, then perhaps I wouldn't be so fucked up and I could just GET ON WITH MY LIFE without thinking that everyone out there is better than me. There's just something about sitting alone at your computer and reading a couple of lines of text that feel like a punch to the gut.. I get this all the time. Maybe I should just wipe everything and start again, start afresh, and forget about the things that hurt me. Argh, stop thinking, brain!

Yup, today's drawing is unsurprisingly this.

Cakes!

Today I made double chocolate chip muffins! I hadn't baked for ages BUT I didn't have all the right ingredients so made a box-batch. You can thank Tesco for the chocolatey goodness today. Normally I make my own (I love baking) and they'd be awesome, but I wanted to try out a lazy box recipe and see how they good they were - not as good as my homemade ones, it turns out. So the moral of this story is - bake your own cakes!

Ah, if only I had a giant one that big...