Running Out of Ink

D'aw.

Another doodle I drew in class today. I've been working on Tinette's back story lately, trying to figure out how her current personality came about.

I figured it would be more fun if she hadn't ALWAYS been so angry about everything in life, so here I present a very much younger Tina and the love of her life. She was vain and proud before she met him, but fell in love, became annoying and sappy, realized how weak she had become, and left.

She's been trying to make up for her years of weakness since, and it does her well! She's just not happy. She's satisfied with life though, so it's close enough to happiness for her to believe in.

I started drawing in pencils, I was going to draw Tinette and Suka interacting because they're so different, but I wound up scribbling it out because it wasn't working. Instead I dug through my bag for the ballpoints I was playing with yesterday and started to sketch in pen instead, and I produced this!

I walked into a concrete telephone pole today.

Today wasn't much my day, my teacher was giving a recap lesson on two point and one point perspective that I learned last year, so I kept leaving class to pester Chelsea because I knew she was in the pit and I really... really didn't want to be in class. I doodled her a Tinette, and she doodled me a wolf Ain! It was fun times. Eventually though I had to return to class. Boo.

So class dragged, lecture dragged (though it's where I doodled Tinette), and in my presentation of Bernini I got really panicky and scared and kept forgetting my sentences in the middle... but according to my classmates I pulled off an interesting presentation that crossed the ten minute maximum time limit, which was awesome!

After that, I had to spend money, on paints, and a portfolio, and water colour tape, and then I headed home. I decided to take the more scenic route, and while I was walking, my phone went off. I reached into my pocket to pick it up... and walked into a pole. It was a hilarious noise in my head, a sort of, "Ka-ding" and I staggered backwards, startled that I walked into a pole. Then the pain set in, from where my glasses crushed into my eyebrow and where my skull made contact with concrete. I couldn't help but laugh, and I didn't want to reach up and touch it in case someone saw me, and to pretend I was completely unphased, but.. Owch... Hurray running into concrete poles.

I. Am. A. Doofus.

I also have a headache, so I think it's time for me to dig up some more Ibuprofin.

And I'm out!

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