you've made me the happiest juvenile delinquent in baltimore.

more intensive blogging for me than usual.
oh, jeez. it's five in the morning. i got bored. then i drew. then i took pictures of what i drew. and now i'm posting those pictures on the internet like any right-minded, technology-loving, angsty, hardcore punk would do. and when i intimate that everything i'm posting now i did tonight, i lieee. this is from the past, uh, two or three years? KHAVEFUN.

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this is major tom to young punx who used to go to "the used/finch" shows.
i had hideous musical taste. yowzuh.
i love irina for buying my the beloved "punk (punkrockstar) rock" arm band in germany. imissyou.

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level three (aka. grade ten) sketchbook assignment.
OLIVIA, I DREW YOU A JERBOA.


the days of yore [read "2003"], when i was enough rocker to sketch permanent markers.

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so, this one time, i went to summer school for biology in 2003 (not because i failed, but because i wanted to pick up the class and hadn't taken it during the school year. defensivedefensivedefensivei'mnotdumb.) i ended up with a 71% or so. the above diversion is why i sucked the biology cock (there are to be no "lol"s about this, you.)
and i love motion city soundtrack. yes. lolstfukbai.


2004 school adgenda. really, how do i end up in university? i don't pay attention. ever.

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last summer i spent about two hours straight up copying a helmut newton photo because i thought it was fantastic.
[in the full-page shot, the lefthand image is a photocopy of the shot and the righthand one is my rip off.]

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& again.


uh...robo-panda? with a fucked up paw placement thang going on? oh, leave me alone, i was depressed.


this actually isn't all that impressive and i forgot why i wanted to make it public but i took the two and a half seconds to upload it onto photobucket so i'm sure as hell going to post it.


prettied-up weezer lyrics. oh, if only i could colour within the lines. that would be better.

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my rare and fairly half-assed attempts at manga?
(1) a tragic retelling of my sudden death at the weakerthans with liv.
(2) my queer giddiness at rooming with julia.


feet are stinky. so are my markers. want to donate to me so that i can get new ones that do not suck profusely all over my sketches?


(the only thing i drew tonight and i did it in half and hour. oh, yeah, i'm about quality.)
this is the most terrifying thing. promise me that if your eye ever looks like that, you will go and take a nap. gosh.
yeah, i woke up this morning and i was a goth. it was crazy.
whatever. i am proud of my gross, sunken, sickly eye because, although it isn't that good, i drew it from my head with absolutely zero external references. one day, i will get better at this.


[GIVE ME MUSIC TO DOWNLOAD. I LISTEN TO THE SAME THING ALL THE TIME NOW.]