It amazes me how one thing can fuck up a week before it starts. Yesterday I thought to myself, its time to draw the next POUNCE drawing. So I got up my pencils and got ready to get started when I realized something. I have a sktchbook with a few pages left in it. I could be doing this anywhere! So I looked for it. failed to find it. then realized it was in the same bag as a comic that (shockingly) I actually finished. It was something that wasrather important to me actually that I'd ddone for a class last year, and had intentions on publishing after some editing. So one nearly full sketchbook and a full comic, and one torn apart apartment later, neither is in my hands. So, the last two days have been spent seething in my angry space that I can't seem to keep track of anything, even the things I tell myself are important to me. This is not my happy face -_- this is my "if you are on the wrong side of the line I'll be forced to murder you, by way of gouging your eyes out with my thumbs and then garotting you." face .... Ok its highly unlikely I'd do that, but still, thats about the level of emotion I'm dealing with here.
Just wanted to get that off of my chest. After helping my friend move I intent to buy a new sketchbook at Micheals, get off my cross , use the wood to build a bridge and get over it. but right now I'll be in my corner.
5 years, 2 months ago
20 Aug 2013 21:25 CEST