Old Art

I dug up some old drawings of mine today:


This is the one that got selected for Highlights Magazine, February of 1990 I believe.


I got bored on road trips, so I would sketch my dad driving.


I think I did Yoda when I was 11...


...as well as Mr. Spock, which I gave to my dad for Christmas in '91.


I drew my microscopic observations.


I was fascinated by pixellated illustrations (even if they are clip art).


I'm not sure why I wrote myself a letter using the Webdings font, rather than just typing one out, ha. I had a thing for secret messages and codes.


I did this from a painting my mom had on the wall. I was 8. Be impressed.


A quaint get well card I made for my grandpa who was sick with cancer, in 1990.


Originally I doodled this on the back of a math test that I didn't do very well on. Then I transferred it to another piece of paper because I didn't want to keep that awful test.


An octopus. I think I was 12. I was really proud of this one.


This one was purely out of boredom, as many of my creations were. They are finger prints illustrated into people.

Jesus Cheeto

You know it's a slow news day when some woman finds a cheeto that resembles Christ:



She called him Cheesus.
"It's the cheeeesiest!" - Chester Cheetah.

Skip to the Lou Part2

The afternoon at Johnson's Shut-Ins on the Black River in Farmington, MO:

Skip to the Lou Part1

Kaldi's Coffeehouse.


Aimee showed me her extensive collection of pins from all over. My face conveys: "Wow, Aimee, you have a lot of pins."

Oh Yeah, I Am a Twin

It sure is hilarious having a twin again.. and being a twin in an office environment where people are seeing that we're twins, ha. I just flew in to St. Louis about an hour ago. Mandy picked me up and brought me in to work with her. Cubicals! Ha.

Wow, we just had about 8 people at once staring at us trying to see the differences. "Let's see the profiles." "Oh yeah, I can tell you apart." "Really? No way, except for the hair, they look the same." "Did your parents dress you the same when you were little?" "Did you ever switch places to mess with people?" "Who's older?" Heh. I haven't gotten all of those questions for a while. It's kind of funny. Especially when Mandy and I laugh at each other after the staring and comparing clears. Sorry strangers, but the answers to your questions are very much recited.

Planes, Pains & Automobiles

Tomorrow I'll trek to Missouri where I'll be away for about 2.5 weeks. After all the traveling to summer camps and shows this summer, I'm not really looking forward to the trip itself. Chatt shuttle > Nashville flight > St Louis... St Louis > Springfield drive > St Louis > Nashville flight > Chatt shuttle. Oh well. This time I'm armed with my new compy with longer-lasting charge so I can work or at least just listen to music. (Yeah, I could own an iPod like everyone else, but no). Maybe I'll take a video with my iSight built-in compy cam, of me sitting in my plane seat looking out the window, hehe.

It's going to be a busy "vacation". On top of two weddings, a swimming/picnicking trip, hanging out in St. Louis with family/friends, then tripping to Springfield for wedding #2 slash hanging with those friends for a few days and tripping back, I also have work to complete on the websites project I've been busying myself over for the past 3 weeks. I hope I can do it all, and that I don't compel myself just to let it go to have fun with people because it basically needs to be complete when I return. I'm getting close though, so I'm not too worried.

Phobia

I was computing here this morning, just minding my own business when this! scooted quickly across the floor near me. At first I was like what the heck is that!? I've never seen a centipede like this before, like a combination spider/centipede. Gross. Maybe the spiders and the centipedes have nests near each other in my apartment. *Shudder* I hate to think of what goes on in all the nooks/crannies/behind-the-walls here that I can't see. How can I be sure that any table I sit at doesn't have a wallpaper of spiders and nasties on the underside of it? Gah!

Sometimes bugs don't bother me. I can take care of the little guys no problem.. but when it comes to anything bigger than the little guys (mainly the things with large dangling limbs or multitudes of fast-moving legs) no way. They make me do the bug dance, which consists of stomping my feet around/running away and performing a brushing motion all over my body as if they were covering all over me. There's still a huge dead wasp laying on my window sill next to a spool of thread. I'll suck him up next time I vacuum. This is the window/corner that my sewing machine and relateds are in, including a pile of clothes I have yet to alter for Jonathan. Sooo, you might want to wash those before wearing them. Save yourself a bug dance.

Anyway I sprayed Windex on the spiderpede, and then covered him with a Missouri State University mug. Die.