Friday, June 20, 2008

It's too hot to think of a title.

102 today. Since it was so hot, I had no appetite, but it since t was hot and I wanted to see if eating would d help, I wound up ingesting the following:

Six popsicles

Two ramen (in the morning, when it was cooler)

Two small cantaloupes

Two pieces of bread

A bite of cheese.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

I swear to god, if Dad yells at me again I'm going to kill him.

I got my report card today. He didn't want me to see it before I did. I told him that since it was my work and my grade, I should see it first. Apparently this was a capital crime, as he shouted, "I swear, if you open that mouth to me you're not seeing it at all! Now you just back off!"

I wound up getting all A's, with an A- in math.

Somehow I'm not as enthusiastic as I thought I would be.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

The Tree Vortex


There was a story on a chat board I was reading that caught my eye. Apparently, across the poster's street, a tree had fallen and torn up a chunk of sidewalk. A company was hired to dispose of the tree, but for some reason left the stump, as though it would just work itself back into place like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. It didn't.

A few days later Ms.Poster found a pair of boots next to the stump. Her theory was that the boots had fallen from the tree and the neighborhood stray had kicked them into veiw.

A different theory was quickly suggested by another member of the chat: a previously undiscovered vortex hiding under the tree has sucked up an unsuspecting passerby so fast that his/her boots were left behind in this dimension.

I had to draw it.

More info on DevArt.

In other news, SUMMER'S HERE! Well, it has been here. For about six days. I'm pretty sure I'll be very socially active, since I have given my phone number to a group of people who take great delight in gatherings of five to ten friends. These seem to happen approximately twice a week, instead of twice a month like I'm used to, but hey, it's better than fighting hormones that insist that Dad is an enemy to be verbally bashed every five seconds.

Yep. That's about it.