The clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight

Stressful week all over the place. I'm mostly spending my drawing time working on this coloring book project that's due fairly soon. Its hard to draw when my heart's just not in it, but oh well, its better than a paper.

These would be pages of notes from my earlier HistArt class. Plus one small add-on from my study session for my PoliSci final.
Finals?? Yes FINALS. My life has taken a tailspin into the depths of utter hopelessness. If more posts happen between now and the 26th I would be shocked with my utter awesomeness and ability to multitask.
Some analysis: I've been drawing a lot of superheros lately, but for the most part when I draw them they're kind of pathetic characters. On the other hand when I'm drawing inspired by someone I know, the image is a little more-for lack of a better term-heroic. I feel like this is an off shoot of my mood around finals, but right now I find the idea of normal people rising to the challenge of everyday life is so much more interesting and difficult than something you would read in marvel.

Yeah, It would be difficult to battle an intergalactic horde (for instance), but not so much when you have super strength, speed, and an array of gadgets at your disposal.

In latin, the preposition super-/supra- translates to "above", thus Superman translates to "Above Man" (In Catch-22 there's a line about being a Supraman that I just love). What makes him so special? I mean, besides all the powers he was born with.

In the fight against good and evil at least there's a clear distinction. You're fighting the good fight+you have a cape=you will win.

When you're taking a Final there is no assured outcome. All the studying in the world may not make a difference. You're tired, stressed, you lack x-ray vision, or the ability to turn invisible. You could wear a cape, but that might just make things more difficult for yourself. You just have to study and hope for the best.

My conclusion: Superheros have it easy. Also, being normal sucks hard.

I'd also like to add that I haven't had much sleep this week so I know I'm all over the place on this one. My bad.

You know its time that we grew old and did some shit. I like it all that way.

Yeah I've got a lot today. It was another day full of random thoughts and an idle mind. Which, as we all know, gathers far too much moss.
But enough of these mixed metaphors. Lets get into the meat and potatoes of what we find before us. Check out all the stuff man!
I'm writing this, sadly, during the time that I should be watching Broken Social Scene. Instead I find myself here, putting off my homework, and blogging. Why? Well because one of the band mates got sick. I wish him well. At the same time I curse him for getting ill. Has he no pride in his musical professionalism?
I'm just listening to their albums now. Listening to albums and wiping away heartbroken tears on my keyboard. It's getting hard to continue typing like this.

This is how I expect Nirvana comes to most people. At least all those who seek it. There is only calm, and then, with a flash like hot bacon grease splashed in your face, there is enlightenment.

Who will love you? Who will fight? Who will fall far behind?

"It can't just be about slowing the rate of destruction. It has to be about speeding the rate of creation" --Tom Hayden of the Chicago 7.

If you don't know about the trial of the Chicago 7, you should try and look it up. There's a documentary, done mostly in really outdated computer animation on the trial which is laughable at times, but still really good. This quote was uttered at the 1998 protests in Seattle that effectively shut down WTO conferences. It was a line that I heard yesterday. I heard it and then I had goosebumps.

Now I think I'm going to adopt it as the mantra of my life.
Which makes this thing seem utterly insignificant, but its something.

Joy to the Fishes in the Deep Blue Sea, Joy to You and Me!

And I do mean that. And Gents. The story behind this one being that I was working with a slightly odious man who treats women the way that most slightly feminist college students would object to. Especially the women working out around them. The Y is not really a single mixer, unless you are two men in the steam room. I've read enough Craigslist postings to this effect.

In short, I really dislike this person. I also don't think I'm all that subtle about this, as I was drawing this as he was complaining about both his ex-wife and his current girlfriend in the same breath.
But lets move on to something else. Like the superhero gal here?? Yeah, this would be my lovely and bad-ass friend Megan, who really is like a superhero. I am continually so blown away by how hard she is in everything she does. Plus she has a perfect figure for a spandex bodysuit: Gal's got legs for days.

The naked lady is a sort of off-shoot from a Woody Allen piece which can be found in The Insanity Defense, which I would highly recommend for anyone who wishes to remain not lame.

Then we have "Joy to the World", which I remember was a constant in my childhood home. I also love the name Jeremiah for a boy. I have yet to meet a living person with that name, but if I have kids Jeremiah will be up there on the list of possible names.

"Up there" as in: it will be in the #1 spot.

Here's a fun fact: Toxoplasma-a parasite that is found in rats-can only breed within cats, so it releases some sort of chemical that makes cat urine attractive to rats. The rats go to the urine, get eaten, and the parasites are happy.

It also gets into humans. Thus explaining the crazy cat ladies. It also may cause schizophrenia (maybe), and also is linked to an increased risk of dying in car accidents.

Lets take a second and absorb how amazing this is. And by amazing I mean bizarre and slightly unsettling. But interesting and bizarre and slightly unsettling. This world is so very interesting.

Oh, and Happy Easter all you young so-and-sos out there. I personally believe that any holiday, whether you believe in it or not, is worth celebrating if marshmellow treats shaped like chicks and covered in colored sugar are involved. Thats my philosophy anyways.

I said, "I'll make you smile for the simple fact I'm good at it. I'll make you smile just so I can sit and look at it."

I had two hours in between class and work. The fruits of these two hours was Ice Cream, Sun Bathing, and this little wonder. If you magnify it you can read about the hidden dreams, and deep struggles of some of these animated characters. I realize that some of these are cut off...well my paper is slightly bigger than my scanner. Alas.

Sun is shining in the sky. There ain't a cloud in sight. Its stopped raining, everybody's in a play and doncha know? It's a beautiful new day! Hey Hey

HistArt 481 notes. Of course. So I'm posting during a break in my day while listening to Dan Savage's Savage Love Cast. It's a little challenging, to be honest, to write while listening to one of the most entertaining sex advice blogs cum podcast (and yes, I did knowingly make that joke) I've ever had the good fortune to stumble across. However, I am powering through. Because you're worth it, dear reader.
Its another very beautiful day in Ann Arbor. The sun is shinning, the birds are tweeting, and the bicycles are a-wheeling. I hope everyone in the area has some quality frolicking time today. Preferably in some sort of field.

Ahhh spring, when young man's fancy turns to love. At least, thats what I've been told. As someone who has had the good fortune of being a girl all her life, I wouldn't know firsthand. To all you young men out there, I hope that your objects of fancy are worthy of your forthcoming love.

And for aalllll the ladies out there. Enjoy all the sweet, sweet loving.

Cause hey, it's spring. So it WILL be happening. That's a fact.

I want the world, I want the whole world. I want to wrap it up tight in my pocket. Its my bar of chocolate!

First Guest Post! Are you excited? I certainly am. Those of you who eat at Monahan's in Kerrytown know that they boast some of the best frenchfries in the territory. Also, some of the coolest foodie employees. However, you may not know that Mike Monahan (yes, the owner) is quite an artist. His little doodles appear on boxes all over the basement of Kerrytown. It's always a little treat to see them. I salvaged this from a box due for recycling.
The rest of this is the result of an hour or so of doodleing after work today. Did it feel good? You betcha!

Happy Sunday night y'all!