Ruiner of lives, destroyer of worlds

I have been here before.

Explanation: I upset at least three (3) people over the weekend at Thought Bubble and lots of things are now pretty shitty and I feel like an ass. Who am I to be upset at someone else's happiness?! Idiot.

Anyway, Thought Bubble was actually pretty great for the most part, there was dancing and carousels (you know I love them), and I bought expensive books so now can't buy any food for the rest of the month, erk. And a lovely boy who I think I treated like shit even though he is one of the sweetest people I have ever met. Unfortunately I was lame to my best friend, and it turns out we are both more than a little fucked-up by our ex-boyfriend (long story) which goes to show what a complete ass he was and how similar we are in so many ways. Ugh.

Every time I come back from one of these cons I am always so pumped up for drawing and always vow to come back the next year with a table and lots of stuff to sell. Well this year I am TOTALLY doing it, look I've started already. But the problem is that I don't know what people like.. Like, who would pay money for that drawing of myself up there, that makes no sense without an explanation or if you're not me. I have no idea where to start and my imagination has always been awful. I must not give up though.

I want to move away again. Somewhere better than Weymouth. By better I mean full of more opportunities. I am stagnating here and I don't want to live here all my life.

Also, I have accidental pink hair right now, which is absolutely awesome - thank you cheap red hair dye.

This post has been brought to you by the emo-est girl ever.

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.