Ben came to visit with his pack of kids today. He looks sooo much better last time I saw him, so I guess the chemo is treating him pretty good so far. So I spent all day playing with his kids and talking about comics. It's refreshing to be able to show my comics and doodles to someone who actually loves and understands comics, instead of my folks that are just LOL BATMAN WAS A COMIC I DIDN'T KNOW THAT DERP :B. He gave me some cool ideas that i'll have to draw up one of these days.

Then my folks started shooting thier guns, because you know out in the country, the only thing to really do is shoot guns at targets and complain about the goverment. I was inside mostly trying to get some stuff inked and the poor dog kept climbing in my arms like D8. Tink really hates gunshot noises, so for most of the day she was sitting on people's laps, shaking. Hell when Ben went to leave with his kids she jumped in his car twice because she thought they were going to start shooting again. Oh Tink, it's always hard to come home and then leave in a couple days. DON'T WORRY, I GOT SOME REALLY CUTE PICS TO SHOW YOU GUYS LATER :3 

Other than that, it was a meh weekend. Mostly fucked around with smackjeeves code. Smackjeeves is cool in which they allow you to uber super customise thier templates, but goddamn is there some buggy code and stupid crap that you have to yank out first. Like fo serious why would have a rating system on your comic seriously fffffffffff and oh god there was so much repete coding it's just, wat. I'm sorry I spent a good 2 hours last night ripping out stupid coding and having Dial-Up drop my connection every 10 minutes. Ffffffffffff. OH WOE TO BE A CODER. WOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Whatever, i'm heading back to Grandma's in about.....6-7 hours to hang for the next two weeks. So i'll be there arting and chillaxing. I managed to get ahold of my college roomie Meg and we talked shop about who's bringing what to college this year. See, Meg is a shining example of a 'good' anime fan. She hate anime that are popular but insteads digs the older series with a well defined story like Trigun. WE ARE BFFS FOREVER. YES.

God I spent all weekend watching Harry Potter movies and drawing cute things. I need to do a sketchdump here soon. ONE OF THESE DAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

GOD IT'S LIKE, NOTHING BUT HARRY POTTER ON JUST WAT.
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Well, tomorrow we find out if Dad is in remission too. I’ll let you all know if it’s good or bad news in a few days, but I’m really hoping its good news. Seriously, I think I got a bit weird this summer. It’s just being surrounded by illness and the prospect of death that sapped out my usual self, so Dad being declared good to go will just be this enormous weight off all of us. CROSS YOUR FINGERS GUYS. COMON UNIVERSE JUST ONE MORE THING AND I’LL BE HAPPY.

I also faxed out the paperwork the college lost back to them. I backed up everything in case they lose them again. The sad thing is that this is the norm for most colleges. So again, anyone planning to go to college keep up on paperwork. My cousin (who is practically my sister) graduated highschool not to long ago and is starting college this Fall, studying to be a nurse. SO I KEEP KNOCKING THIS TIDBIT INTO HER HEAD. GODDAMNIT COLLEGE AND PAPERWORK. AUGH.

I fiddled a bit with dad’s computer and tried to upgrade it a bit. I can now look at sheezyart, but I can’t log in because lol Javascript and it takes a good 30-40 minutes to load up my fairly non-flashy sheezypage. I just want to reformat this bitch and install antivirus stuff, but he’s a butt and won’t let me. Oh well I guess?

I’ll be staying at my grandmothers this weekend, because I learned I can’t get things done half the time here. I get yelled at for painting, erasing too loudly, drawing too much, inking too loudly, ect ect. At least I got some art done to upload this week, but I got them all done while my parents were gone. Derp derp derp. I love my folks, but they don’t really support my art too much. ONE DAY I WILL TURN THEM TO THE DARK SIDE. JUST YOU WAIT.

I may be late to the party, but it seems that Billy Mays has been called forth into the Heavens to sell affordable Oxiclean Detergent to the citizens up there. Goddamnit, and here I was watching Pitchmen today before I got the news. Poor Billy, TV will never be the same without him. We got on the ball Billy, we got on the ball :(
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Hey guys, I was delightfully surprised on how good the Transformers 2 movie was. There still was a couple, ‘What the Fuck was you Smoking Bay?’ moments, but overall, it’s a pretty awesome movie. I’ve reviewed it in depth here, and I will warn you. It is full of SPOILERS, and I review PLOT POINTS. IF YOU DO NOT WAN’T TO BE SPOILED, DO NOT, DO NOT CLICK ON THE CUT. If you click on the cut and then whine about how I spoiled it for you, I am just going to laugh. SO, DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE SPOILED.

I leave for Grandma’s house in 6 hours. I refuse to sleep until I say bye to all the nerds and write up some character infos before I forget them. I’ll be staying at Grandma’s this weekend, and probably the next. It’s just, ugh. At least at Grandma’s house I’m not having fights everyday about something stupid.

Oh well :/ I’m getting sick of Dad telling me I draw too much and it’s the reason I haven’t found a job yet. Whut. Seriously whut.

But in nicer news, Garuda! I got your packageeeeeeee :D The FailBird shirt is so kewl, the only problem is when I wear it I feel like punching people in the face. I’ll take pics soon! It’ll go right in with my other amazingly cool custom shirts. Seriously dude thanks it really brightened things up around here. :3

Oh well next time you here from me I’ll probably borrowing interbutts from Sluggy, so until then, catch you guys later.

God this is like the fifth time I had to dial-up the internet here and it makes this horrific beep/screetching noise. It's making my dog search around the house for the source so she can slay it.
 

Erg. Maybe coming home wasn’t such a hot idea after all? Dad decided to show me this secret room he made in the basement so ‘He can fall back to there when Obama shows up to take his guns’. Frankly, I am just –so- freaking sick and tired of hearing my folks and the people on this town quote whatever rumors they got off NRA monthly or any other biased/un-cited source. Some of the more funnier/just plain sad rumors these people (and sadly my parents) think are true are

1. Obama tried to pass off his sisters birth certificate for his own
2. Obama is an illegal immigrant
3. Obama got rid of all the bibles in the Whitehouse and replaced them with copies of the Koran.
4. Obama has a secret branch of soldiers ready in case a race war starts so he can wipe out all the white people
5. Obama will disarm the nation so white people can be rounded up and turned into slaves (because you totally can just overturn the constitution overnight)
6. Obama wants to tax meat so he can make the country turn vegetarian
7. Obama is a terrorist because his first name is Obama

I can’t make this shit up. I can’t. I am so tired of getting into fights with my folks. I’m tired of being forced to defend the guy I voted for, and when I cite facts everyone just disregards that and counters with, WELL OH YEAH, HE’S AFTER OUR GUNS.

Fucking gerggggggggggggggggggggggg. I swear to god I lose IQ points every time I stay here. I’m definitely chilling at grandma’s this weekend.

But anyway, Ben is doing okay; he’s just tired and weak from the Chemo carpet bombing. He lost all his hair and a good 50 lbs just from last week alone, but he’s making it. He’s going to get a Medi-port put in soon, so from now on he’ll get chemo like my dad, once every two weeks. It’s like they carpet bombed him for a solid week, and now they are sending ground troops in to mop up and hunt down the cancer hiding in basements and spider-holes. My folks are arranging to get my blood tested soon, so I can stop freaking and know for sure if I got cancer or not. Gerg. I’m not going to let it grind me down, I got more important things to worry about. Like for instance, eating the rest of this pizza I have here and working up the courage to beep a few of my friends. I dunno I always feel like I’m bothering people when I call them. I’m weird :<

In news that is not lame, I found a cool binder to keep my Villain comics in. It’s got clear sleeves so I can flip through them like an actual comic, plus it will make drawing backgrounds so much easier now that I won’t have to root around in a folder for a page I want. I get so gay for these things I don’t know whyyyyyy.

And I’m having fun drawing this Fence character I’m developing because he has a big dumb three-legged-dog and three-legged-dogs are awesome. Tough to draw, but god-damnit I love big happy dumb three-legged-dogs IT MAKES ME HAPPY TO DRAW THESE THINGS I DON’T KNOW U GUYS D8.

God I need to go back to college already oh lawdy.
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I’m home! I’ll probably be here until Monday/Tuesday, depending on what’s going on with the folks. Nothing says ‘welcome home’, then coming inside after feeding the livestock to see 5 ticks marching up your legs like >D. Oh the perils of living in the country.

Tink went ballistic when I came home and kept trying to give me her rawhide bone to share. She’s a sweetie and even as I type this she keeps trying to scramble up on my lap. Goddamnit why can’t I take her to Grandma’s house with me :< Bawwwww.

Tomorrow I’m heading up to visit my brother. The chemo has been pretty rough on him, but now he’s feeling better enough where we can go chillax with him for a bit. I managed to make my MP3 player less lame, so the three hour trip up won’t be so bad.

I got a new desk today, so I was rooting through my old ones to throw out crap and organize stuff better. And holy shit, I found sketchbooks from 1999 and beyond. Ouch these things are painful to look at. I also found the very first comic I ever drew from 8 freaking years ago. It was written by my roommate at boarding skewl and I drew it. It was called Perky the Unhappy Watermelon, and it was about these mutant sentient watermelons, and Perky was this depressed watermelon that hated being alive that was best friends with a crack head sentient watermelon named Junkie. (Yes, I was sent to a consoler’s office A LOT as a small kid). These things are both painful and hilarious to look at. If enough people want it, I’ll scan these things so you all can see how horrific of an artist I was 10 years ago. Be warned, there were a lot of ‘spirit wolves’ and other 11 year-old-kid originality. Ugh.

I also found a photo-frame in my room, and since I don’t really have any pictures of anything worth wild I instead stuck a photo of an alien in it. Dad just looked at it and shook his head. I bet he can’t wait until I move out and bring all my weirdness with me.

I just can't get over how horrific of an artist I once was. Jesus Christ.

You know what i'm going to do? I'm going to pick out some drawing I did from 1999-2001 and re-draw it and see how long I came from my whiney teenage days. It will be FUN!
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Oh Grandma :3. This is the same grandmother btw that asked after Adam called me once if people speak English in Canada. And also the same Grandmother that will yell at her flowers when they aren't growing well.

I love her to bits and i'm so glad I can escape to her place in summer C:
 

Hay guys we got back a small bit ago visiting my brother in the hospital. 6 hours driving in total, woah boy. Benny-boy seems to be okay enough. They got all these huge ass needles stuck in his arms and stuff and started him on Chemo. The most excellent news is that they caught the cancer so early that it’s all just tumors, it hasn’t spread out yet, so it will be easier to kick these bastards in the teeth. And also totally awesome, the docs tested his bone marrow and so far it’s squeaky clean. One of the nurses told us that he has such thick bones the doctor almost called for a jackhammer to get a sample, which is awesome. The whole time visiting he was joking with the nurses hooking him up to stuff, so I think he will be okay. They are going to aggressively treat him though, so I hope this lasts.

Hospitals freak me out badly though, too many people I know entered in the front and left in body bags. SO NOW I’M KINDA GERG. Everyone now is just sorta sitting around like 8| because no matter how awesome Ben’s odds are it’s still a terrifying situation. I guess I shouldn’t really get like that because he was doing all right enough to make fun of me and give me a ‘love’ punch. Which hurt. A lot. He sure put a lot of points into STR I can tell you that.

In Killdeer news. She now has 4 eggs and almost had a stroke when grandma parked too close to her nest. She spent five minutes pecking the tires and puffing up and prancing before she settled down again. Lol. I hope they hatch I love birds.

And I had to give my dog a quick bath cause she rolled in something dead tonight. No way is she sleeping in my bed smelling like death. Oh dogs.

Job searching isn’t doing to great. I’ve been filling out and sending apps all week, but no calls back. HOPEFULLY I’ll get one soon, because being unemployed sucks. And when I don’t have work or school, I find myself doing things like watching Sesame Street and Street Fighter the movie in a zombie-like haze. Well, I can’t find work this summer I’ll probably have to take out a student loan. It will be sucky because I was hoping to be one of those lucky bastards that can come out of college debt-free, but lol economy. The problem I have is that I’m a cheap penny-pinching bastard that can easily live on 2000 bux an entire school year. I’m a fucking budgeting ninja, studied long and hard on the mountains of Japan learning budgistu. That itself isn’t a problem, the problem is finding a student loan for that small amount of money. I looked at the Federal Stafford loan, and they are like, U KNO WHAT, YOU SHOULD TOTALLY TAKE OUT 50 GRAND. TOTALLY. Then I’m like, I don’t need that much can I have something smaller plz? Small to them is like, 25 grand. Gergergergerg. SO LIKE, NEXT WEEK I’m going into my bank to talk about loans. These peeps at my bank are so awesome, they nixed the fees on my savings account until I graduate and all sorts of cool things. Just because I’m thinking about getting a loan doesn’t mean I won’t stop job hunting. Far from it. I just need to make sure I got money for classes this year, because I do NOT want to fucking drop out of school because I can’t afford the books and supplies. I FUCKING MISS COLLEGE AND THE FAGGOT CREW I WANT TO GO BACK SO BAD BAWWWW.

THAT REMINDS ME, RUCK IF YOU ARE READING THIS YOU FORGOT TO GIVE ME YOUR PHONE NUMBER. GIMMIE YOUR DIGITS BITCH IN LIKE A NOTE OR SOMETHING. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU FORGOT WHAT IF I NEED TO MAKE A BOOTY CALL. A GAY BOOTY CALL.

ANYWAY I’m delighted though because I got a month of buffers done for Villain. It’s been great at keeping me in the game and pushing through all the crap the universe keeps dumping on my family. And when I come back in the fall, hopefully I’ll be a much better artist. I also need to draw the lines for the next few AGOTS pages now that my boat isn’t stuck in the Bay of Angst anymore. Comics must be freaking therapeutic or something because when I plan/draw them it’s just |3. To the MAX.

I’m also trying to write a bit at night when it’s quiet, but I’m a bad writer. Information stuff like Stellarmass races and classes I can do fine, but everything else, woah boy. I’m trying to write back stories for characters, but I end up hating everything I write. So I switch to writing about my Oblivion character Brisk, which I end up hating too.  Maybe I’ll put something up sometime this summer that people can crit because I’m tired of sucking. And you know you suck bad when you KNOW you suck so herpderp.

Man I want a cell phone really bad. But those are for people with a source of income. Oh well, Cell phones don’t work at home anyway. FFFFFFFFfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff. I SWEAR TO GOD, COUNTRY. >|
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