I finished that website for the organization and sent it to the professor who grades me… I’m just terrified about the grade. It wasn’t the best design ever, but it is a HUGE improvement over what the website used to be.
The whole thing just felt like a disaster. After the summer replacement person quit, I didn’t know who was in charge. I couldn’t upload anything because they lost the ftp password. I kept putting off the graphics because I wanted to know the ftp info first and wanted to get a few pictures. When I finally found out that there was no way to get the password, it was August. I still was able to come up with something, but… I don’t know. I should’ve waited till the fall semester to do all of this.
The summer session ends tomorrow, but I don’t want to see my grade. The thought of not getting credit for something I paid 300 dollars to make makes me sick.
Stack Lee had himself an evil brain.
Loved his gun and his sweet cocaine.
I really wish that IllustrationFriday would come up with a topic that I want to draw.
I know I shouldn’t be complaining because it is probably more expensive in other states, but $2.59 for a gallon of regular gas is crazy.
When I started driving three years ago, it was like… $1.97.
50 more cents and I will break out the ol’ bicycle. (OK, not really. But if it goes up to 3 dollars, I’ll feel very sick.)
How much is gasoline in your area?
Whenever I feel sad about things (friends forgetting my birthday, my mom, world hunger, people dying, etc.), I always look at this picture and I can’t help but laugh.
This was about nine years ago. We were in Florida and some woman was there offering to take photos of tourists with the parrots for two dollars. One of the parrots saw my mom’s gold earrings and thought it was food. (I like to think that the woman was a con and trained her parrots to steal… like Harvey Keitel and that monkey in Monkey Trouble.)
If my mom was alive now, she’d probably slap me for posting this photo on the internet.
(Look! Part of a hookah!) This is Denise, Elah, and Leila. Today is Denise’s 20th birthday. She’s celebrating the fact that she can legally drink in one year by drinking with some of her pals. Does amaretto come in green bottles? If so, they’re drinking amaretto and orange juice. One of Leila’s favorites. If not… er… you make up what they’re drinking. Elah looks like she’s had enough to start singing “Louie, Louie”.
-5 points if you know what Elah’s shirt says.
-a bajillion points if you’ve seen the photo of Brian, Charlie, and Keith that I used to draw this.
-10 nerd points if you know who Brian, Charlie, and Keith are even though I didn’t use their last names.
I was having a conversation with someone about coffee and somehow we ended up talking about how 19 is an important age. According to her, your personality or “who you are” doesn’t change much after this age. She paused and then added, “Hm. I feel really sorry for some people…” For some reason, I thought that she was talking about me. I went into this sad, introspective state for about five minutes before I started feeling sorry for the girl I was talking to.
As much as I’d love to go into details, I don’t think I should. Let’s just say that working with her is sort of like working in a shoe store with someone like Paris Hilton. “rich, spoiled brat with lots of shiny, tacky, trendy clothing who talks endlessly on her Sidekick” She’s already complaining that she wants to quit because she “doesn’t want this much responsibility” and she “doesn’t really need the money”. I was just itching to ask her why the fuck she applied for a full-time job if she didn’t want to work.
I kind of hope she quits. Working with her is extremely boring… except for that day she sat on a cardboard box and fell through it. That was pretty funny. Now that I think back on it, she happened to tell me that she was getting fat that day. (Of course, she’s one of those girls who is underweight or average and doesn’t need to lose weight.) I should’ve told her to lay off the Popeye’s chicken after she fell through the box.
Hello. I am turning 20 years old in six days and I will probably be mean for the rest of my life.
Is it just me… or does Karkaroff (character in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire) look a bit like George Harrison from the Beatles?
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