If I had a ginger boy he would be my favorite toy. I'd put him in a cage and I'd make him my slave, then I'd let him out so he could play all day.

Just a tinsy one today, as its all I really had time to do.

Here's looking at you kid.

So the titles of all of these posts are lyrics of songs that I'm listening to at the moment of posting. I gotta say, some of them have been pretty spot on. Some not so much...I'll leave it up to you to figure out which heading this one falls under.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Maybe sunshine and maybe rain.

One of the nicer things about the fact that its spring break, besides all the margaritas being made in my mouth at the moment, is the free time I suddenly find myself with. And this time its free time not because I'm putting off things I need to do, nossir. This is just good ol' fashioned, guilt free, free time.

What to do with it? Of course eat a freshly sliced pineapple, listen to music, and draw up a storm.

I feel good about this. Im going have to get it all out before I head out to vegas. Something tells me that I will not have any time for this then...
Happy Spring Break to all of you! More work to come.

Death is at your doorstep, and it will steal your innocence, but it wont steal your substance

Picture Puzzle! See if you can spot the hidden message. Its a toughie, but I have every faith that you'll get there. As you see, dearest bloggers, you are a cut above the rest. I have long known this.

Get it? Got it? Good.

This one was done with perm. markers. Which might be my favorite tools to work with, cause they're actually fairly versatile. Depending on the paper stock they can really start to look more like a water based paint. Plus the colors are so vibrant.

And they get you just a little high after a few minutes of intense coloring.

*Warning kids, don't try this at home*

Other news. My roommate Renu has bed bugs. There are none in my room so far, but we need to take precautions and take everything down, wash it, cover it in plastic, and set it in the center of the room. On monday the Terminex guys are coming in to hose down the place.

Might I just say "ew". Might I also say "prepping for bedbugs is a hell of a hassle. Its ruining my whole lazy thing Ive got going. And believe me, it was going well."

Oh well.

With some sour comes some sweet. I might have a tracing related internship in the works for this summer. Related to that, the final project that I might complete for one of my classes (A booklet of drawings bringing ancient artifacts into use in contemporary times) may be sold in the Kelsey Museum, depending on how good it is, and how willing my professor is to deal with the logistics of everything.

I might just be a little excited. Also a tinsy bit proud. We shall see.

Sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite. It's just not a good time.

Grand Prize: Whatever the heart fantasize. Drop by you gotta fresh surprise!

Coming attractions: Men sitting in front of me! Bearded Ladies! More Mustaches!! GSIs Galore!

Can you contain your excitement? I certainly can't.

Without much ado, I give you, my Histart 481 notes for today. Voila.

Yes I know, there's a lot there. I wasn't really thinking when I did any of these, I just started and saw what came out. Except for the sketch of the gentleman who was sitting in front of me. What can I say? I was too captivated by his beauty. Also, my boyfriend is included somewhere on this page. I'll give you a hint: He's not the bearded lady. Though that would make me a much more interesting person...

If you expand this one, you will be privy to a lot of spelling mistakes and sloppy note taking. I know how much that must appeal to you.

Next we have my PoliSci GSI. In all his glory.

He always looks like he just wants to curl up and sleep for days.

P.S. you guessed it. He's the swarthy looking bearded man smoking the pipe of love. Ima lucky gal. Prizes for guessing right? The knowledge that you, my friend, are an awesome person. That and a million dollars. Which I will get to you later.

I promise.

A white blank page, and a swelling rage

Hello lovers. Im not going to talk about the doodles. I will let the doodles speak for themselves today. I think they shout out pretty loudly. What was I thinking about today? Thats right intrepid readers: facial hair. We got 'staches and beards coming out the wazoo. I not only drew them in class, I also drew them at work (if its still up check the tip jar at Sweetwaters to see more of my wonderful mustachioed work). And guess what? If I was a man than I would be rocking something similar to the over-sexed man pictured above.

Of course he's over sexed. He has a sexy-ass mustache!

Lets move on from this overly stimulating topic of conversation.

Im listening to This American Life right now, #401 Parent Trap, and one story was just about a mom trapping two people into going to a brunch they didn't want to go to by lying to each of them saying that the other person wanted to go to a brunch. And then they found out talking to each other that both of them did not want to be there. And this reminded me of my grandma Tutu.

My cousin Sarah and I were in Chautauqua a long time ago, but we were not hanging out, even though we were in the same place. Which apparently Tutu did not like. She resolved this problem by calling me and telling me that Sarah really wanted to see a film called "The bread my sweet" and would I go with her? She apparently said the same thing to Sarah.

The movie was the worst thing ever. Never see it. Don't even look it up. I have already wasted more of my life than I should have thinking about this film in the writing of this.

So after the film we were complaining about it and realized that we had been tricked by our sweet librarian grandmother into hanging out.

The moral of the story? Don't ever trust your grandma. Moral # 2: Don't ever see a film called "The Bread my Sweet". Just dont do it.
I was in Toronto a couple of weeks ago and saw the group Mumford & Sons preform in a smaller venue. Besides from being the most sweaty musical group I have ever had the pleasure of watching preform, they were also the most grounded and amusing. The lead singer at one point said something along the lines of "you know when you see all these people here your start to think 'Ive got so many things to say, so much to give' and really I don't" He was about to spout some wisdom, and checked himself.

Which made me love him.

Im feeling a little like that in the writing of this thing. Yeah I've got stuff to say. But its anyones guess how interesting what Im writing ACTUALLY is. I have no clue. Im clouded by the assumption that everything I do is pretty awesome.

god loves Ugly

Warnings Ladies and Gentlemen. This is a naked post.

These came out of working through the early morning (I think it around 3 am?). They're pretty rough, but I guess that's the point of a doodle blog. What better way to kick off a beautiful saturday afternoon than with a healthy dose of full frontal nudity? My thoughts exactly.

These two pages are a result of early morning rough sketch. They're pencil and imperfect and I love them like that. Random thoughts to come out of the whole 3am exercise: I can't draw hands or naked men for shit. These things need work. Random thoughts from right now? I can't spell exercise right on the first try...that's just sad...

I decided I wanted to try and draw more men. Specifically male nudes. This is largely because I currently cant draw a naked man to save my life. Sadly.

So around 2 am I googled "naked men" and never looked back. This is the really rough sketch I did first. The nicer ones I'm keeping to myself. They're just too raw for me to be putting out there...also they need a lot of work. Plus, the rough stuff's just more fun.

So this actually came out of a valentines day conversation about what a hallmark heart really looks like when flipped upside down. The drawings were done in class on thursday. Topic of class? Babylonian burial sites. Naturally my thoughts strayed to nudity.

Naturally.

Fun fact. The tramp stamp on the blue penned woman says "you have my heart". In the future I'm thinking of making valentines cards like this. Just a thought...

Its a super human thing

Hey y'all. Guess what? This is an old one. I got lazy. Plus I dont have class today so how, I ask you, can I be expected to doodle anything? Use your brains. Its impossible. Thats a fact.

So here it is, short and sweet. I have so many thoughts to share but right now all I can think about is sleep. Sleep and what I would use the power of flight for. I'm thinking I'd ferry illegal immigrants across the border...or drug running...or both.

So I guess Im erring on the side of evil. At least according to the US government.

This is coming out of a conversation earlier about flight vs. invisibility. My boyfriend also chose flight. Although I'm thinking he would use his powers for good. I'm envisioning some Captain Planet related crusade on his part. I don't know, there's something so seductive about breaking rules. Also making money. Put the two together and you have a super evil bonanza. And that, my friends, is all I'm every really looking for out of life.

What, you may ask, does this have to do with my drawing? Absolutely nothing. The drawing came through my love of beards, sparklers, and men. Naturally this guy was born. I'm calling him Hank. He looks like a Hank to me.

These are selfish times, I got shellfish dimes and sand dollars

The title's from a song that I was listening to, walking down main street and smiling at the sun. Because it is beautiful today. So there.

This is my first image. And Im feeling intensely proud of the fact that I figured this all out. Though its a glitchy system I got, so the quality should improve later. Its a doodle from my Arab/Israeli conflict section, which is often full of heated and confusing debates between people in the know (we have two people from Israel in the class...). I sit out and doodle and talk with people who are in my confused camp. It was a particularly intense day when I drew this.

Notice the paper is blank. Thats because it is impossible to take notes in this class. Not good...

I guess I've adopted the role of the peace keeper.

La Début

I'm starting this in class while watching a movie about the Gaza Strip. In this way I like to think that I'm maximizing my multitasking prowess, although in reality its more like I come up for air every couple of minutes, absorb a bit about Nasser, and than return to my post.

Which is, I guess, the way I function in most classes at the illustrious UofM.

So this is my blogging start. The basic idea here is pretty loose, I guess I want to highlight the things I do and learn when I really should be doing and learning something else. I'll probably be peppering in other random thoughts and images, inspirations, and randoms of all shapes and sizes. For the most part I want to compose this around the doodles I do in class each day. I think that there's a cool possibility here, though I'm not quite sure how original the idea is.

There you have it. Random drawings when I should be taking notes, plus daydreams, thoughts, rants, and little nothings. Its just an exercise in procrastination really. Drink it all in.

And of course, any insights, responses, or rants will be more than appreciated.

It might also take a while for me to figure out this whole blogging thing. Posts will come, but just how regularly is anyones guess...